1916: The SWAMP ANGEL NEIGHBORHOOD AS IT LOOKED IN 1916

My friends from Camp Olden Civil War Round Table will enjoy these graphics that how an R.C. Maxwell photograph showing the intersection of Clinton and Lincoln Avenue on a bright sunny day, That young fellow walking in the photo could be a 57 year old Civil War veteran walking only a few feet away to the historic Swamp Angel which was on Perry, Clinton and Lincoln Avenue intersection.
The original of that Maxwell photo was "cloudy" and a bit dark and easily enhanced. I hand colored the Swamp Angel from an 1897 engraving. Truly a beautiful relic of the war between the states.

1869: A DETAILED ACCOUNT OF THE FIRING ON CHARLESTON

THE ABOVE ARTICLE HAS BEEN

TRANSCRIBED FROM THE STATE GAZETTE, FEBRUARY 27, 1869

USING OCR (OPTICAL CHARACTER RECOGNITION

The Swamp Angel:  The entrance to the harbor of the city of Charleston is formed by Sullivan’s island on the north and Morris Island on the south. Morris Island is a low, sandy reef, about three and three-quarter miles long, and varies from twenty five to one thousand yards in width. Its area is some four hundred acres. The outer end of the island that nearest the bar is separated from Folly Island, a sand reef of like description, by Light House inlet. Across this stream at day break, July 10, 1863, the successful bombardment and assault of the rebel batteries was made by the Tenth Army Corps, under general Gillmore. This fight secured to the Union forces about three-fourths of Morris Island. A half mile from the inner end of  the island Fort Wagner stretched from  the sea shore to Vincent’s creek, which  with another sand fort, called Cummings’ Point Battery, gave the rebels a foothold  on the island. Let me remark, in passing, that this last mentioned Battery is the one which fired upon the Star of the West, January 10, 1861, and all descriptions of the bombardment of Sumter which followed that event, call it an iron clad fort. It was made simply of sand, more impregnable indeed than if covered, as was supposed, with bars of rail road iron, or erected of the heaviest masonry. This point is exactly 6,616 yards, about three and three quarter miles from the wharves of Charleston. Morris Island is made up  of sand ridges, the highest thereof being twenty feet, while just in front of Wagner it is but two feet, and in the Spring the tide here breaks entirely across the  reef. It is separated from James’ Island by deep and almost impossible marshes from one to three miles in width. Crooked and often very deep creeks or bayous traverse these marshes in every direction.  Indeed Morris Island, as well as the islands adjacent, are but deposits of sand made by the sea and wind upon the surface of these salt marshes. On the sixteenth day of July 1863,  Gen. Gillmore directed Col. Edward W. Serrell, 1st New York Engineers, and Lieut. Peter  S. Michie, U. S. Corps of Engineers, to examine these marshes to ascertain if a battery could be placed on- our left front  within range of the city of Charleston.  For several days they continued their reconnaissance, accompanied by Lieut. Nathan M. Edwards, of Serrell’s regiment, and they reported its feasibility. Soundings were made in the marsh with an iron rod thirty feet long and three quarters of an inch in diameter. They found the mud about twenty feet deep, the weight of the rod carrying it one-half the distance and easily pushed the rest with  one hand. The bottom of the marsh was apparently sand, while the top was

covered with wild grass and reeds some four  feet high, but with such little root as to  furnish no sustaining power whatever.-  Two men standing on a plank on the surface of the mud, and throwing their weight from side to side made waves of  mud, vibrating like jelly for many yards  around. Several trials of the sustaining power of this mud were made. A platform was erected and loaded with sand bags. It sustained about six hundred pounds to the square foot, but on increasing the weight to nine hundred pounds, the pile upset and most of the sand bags vanished in the mud. A man of one hundred and fifty pounds weight sank in the marsh eighteen inches at every step if he moved rapidly. A witty officer, when ordered to do some work in this swamp sent in his requisition to Col. Serrell asking for a detail of “twenty men eighteen feet long” for duty in fifteen feet of mud!  It was decided to locate the battery about half way between Morris and James islands, at a place in the marsh where a deep creek flowed in front and to the left side. It was just 7000 yards to the lower end and 7,410 yards or nearly four and a quarter miles to the heart of the city of Charleston. It was in easy range of Forts Hascall, Simkins and Cheves, and indeed of all the batteries on James Island. This made it necessary, of course, that the work should be done at night. An estimate of the labor required in the construction of the battery was made on the morning of the 2d of August, and the order was immediately issued for its erection. Large working parties commenced felling trees on Folly Island, and men were employed day and night, making and filling sand bags. A pile driver could not be used had one been at hand. Two platforms were at first placed on the surface of the marsh. The plank to be driven into the mud, sharpened on one end, was fastened to a long pole by taking a bight thereto with a rope. The short end of the pole was then attached to one of the platforms, which had been loaded with sand bags, and five men on the other platform, pulling at a rope adjusted to the long end of the pole, pressed the plank down to the solid substratum of sand. As soon as enough piling had thus been driven in two places on opposite sides of the proposed battery, the plank was  attached to the centre of the pole and  then parties on each end thereof, pressed  the pile down as before. Cheerfully, with great enthusiasm, and very rapidly, the men worked exposed every moment to shelling from the rebel batteries. When the foundation was thus constructed, cross-beams, or to speak technically, a grillage of large yellow pine logs was bolted together strongly thereon. Thirteen thousand sandbags, more than eight hundred tons in weight, were then carried by the soldiers from the Engineer camp, over a mile and a half distant, and a parapet, with a return or epaulement constructed in form like one-half of a hexagon. A road two and a half miles long,  made of logs and sand-bags, was also built from this place to our left batteries  in the approaches to Wagner and another  round the left flank to the edge of the  creek before alluded to. Over these roads the entire armament of the battery was carried. A bout this time, August 12th, boats armed with naval bow howitzers commenced to picket the streams leading to James Island and Charleston, and heavy log booms were fastened across them a little distance from the battery to obstruct, if possible, the approach of the enemy from the harbor. A mock battery was also built by the soldiers, of boards and sand-bags to draw the fire of the James Island batteries, and in this it was to some extent successful.  An eight-inch parrott rifle gun, a 200 pounder, was on the 17th of August, ordered by the commanding general to be mounted in the battery. This gun, I may add, is often confounded with the great 300 pounder which battered down Fort Sumter. The gun erected in the swamp never fired at Fort Sumter, the ten inch rifle, or 300 pounder, the only one of that caliber at this time in the Department never fired into Charleston. The latter gun was in position at Fort Strong, on our left batteries and the muzzle was blown off by the premature explosion of a shell. It threw nineteen thousand pounds of metal at the gorge wall of Sumter. The gun in the marsh was manned by a detachment of the 11th Reg’t. Maine Volunteers, Lieutenant Sellmer commanding.  On all official papers it is spoken of  as the “Marsh Battery,” but the soldiers  called it the Swamp Angel, and I have  also heard it referred to by them as the  “ Marsh Croaker" and the "Mud Lark.”  At nine o’clock on the morning of 21st  of August a communication was sent by Gillmore to Gen. Beauregard, Commanding the rebel forces at Charleston, demanding the surrender of Fort Wagner  and assuring him unless it was done the city would be bombarded from batteries  established within easy and effective range of the heart of the city.” Of course Beauregard laughed at Gillmore’s presumption and took no heed thereto.  That night the order of Gillmore reached Lieut. Sellmer and the “Swamp Angel” was ranged for the steeples in Charleston city. Heavy woods on James Island near Fort Simkins hid the city from their view.  An elevation of 31°, 30’ was given the gun, sixteen pounds of powder the charge and one hundred and fifty pounds the weight of the projectile. At half past one on the morning of the 22^nd, the firing commenced. "Through the air, with a rush and a yell, with a screech and a roar went the howling shell" 

and the fiery missile was pitched over the James Island batteries, the harbor and  into the city. As we lay on the sand hillocks watching its flight, it seemed to go up among the very stars and its burning fuse lit up its track as it descended on its course of destruction. The ringing of fire bells, the screaming of whistles from tug boats in the harbor told us truly that they had reached the city. Fifteen shells at this time were fired and the Charleston dispatches of that day to the department at Richmond report “twelve shell as having fallen into the city.” Just at day break Beauregard sent a message to Gillmore telling him that his firing “with the most destructive missiles used in war upon a city filled with sleeping women and children would give him a bad eminence in history." His protest was four pages in length and enclosed remonstrance from the English, French and Spanish Consuls against burning the city. The latter official said that although “all the women and children have been removed from the city too, “thereby falsifying Beauregard’s pathetic appeal. Gillmore replied very briefly and on Sunday night, twenty more shell were fired into the city.  All the rebel batteries which could obtain the range of the Swamp Angel commenced a furious cannonade. But still our shell kept flying in the midst of their iron hail storm. It was a wild night and the whole Army corps watched and listened for each report from the gallant little party in the marsh. On the thirty sixth discharge the entire breach, just behind the vent blew out and the gun was thrown forward on the parapet. The band which always encases the first re-enforce of Parrott guns was split and has now become entirely separated from the piece.  The Parrott projectiles were the only kind ever used in this gun. Some were called incendiary and contained port-fire mixed with the explosive material. Some of the shell also contained “Short’s Solidified Greek Fire,” and some with powder alone. The Greek Fire was encased in tin tubes three inches long and three quarters of an inch in diameter, closed at one end. These tubes were placed in the shell and the interstices filled with powder. As near as I have been able to ascertain, ten of the fifteen shots fired the first night contained each some twenty pieces of this Greek Fire, and were so far, seacoast mortars were placed there for the purpose of drawing the fire of the James Island" batteries when the navy should commence their part of the siege; which they never did.  Immediately on the surrender of Cumming’s Point, Gilmore had guns mounted thereon, calling it Fort Gregg. It was three and three quarter miles from Charleston. I have the record of one of these guns, a thirty pound Parrott rifle which threw more than four thousand six hundred shells four thousand two hundred and fifty-three of which were seen to fall into the city.  No great military results were ever expected from the erection and firing of the Swamp Angel. As a difficult problem in engineering, as a severe testing of heavy guns, as a novel method of damaging an enemy’s city, over the heads of its army and their fortifications; the result, as we  have seen, was highly successful.       

1869: A CLOSEUP LOOK AT THE SWAMP ANGEL

One of the more fascinating subjects in our local history centers on the fabled "Swamp Angel" and of course the legendary Camp Olden. I have been pursuing historical documents on that subject since the 1980's when I found an article in my newspaper collection relating to Henry Lawton who had a farm over in the area of today's Kuser School ("Lawton Avenue, etc.) His farm was said to have been on a portion of the Camp Olden boundary.  In 1992, I wrote a column in the MERCER MESSENGER telling the story of Camp Olden as recalled by the brothers Lawton. That article spurred Bob Butera and Vince Mercandetti, and then-Mayor Jack Rafferty to clear the decks for the establishment of today's Camp Olden Park which is located on that triangular intersection of Liberty Street and Hamilton Avenue.

Above is an article from the Daily State Gazette telling the fantastically interesting story of the Trenton made Swamp Angel and with the date of the article being only 4 or so years after the end of the war between the states, one attains a sense of "immediacy" as the article is read. Today, President Bruce Sirak is keeping the Civil War and Hamilton's historic Camp Olden alive with the very viable CAMP OLDEN ROUNDTABLE. (www.campolden.org) This scholarly group meets monthly at the Hamilton Township Public Library.

ABOUT THE ENGRAVINGS: One of our favorite pastimes when we were kids was to sit down at the table, bring out the "Crayola" wax crayons and start filling up that coloring book! Well, folks, at the advancing age of 82, this old codger is enjoying that joys of coloring once again. This time, I find that my crayons are on a Photo Shop color palette where I merely click on the desired color and paint my subject, all the while remembering my Kuser School teachers to "Stay in the lines!" Above left is the original engraving from the 16 page "INDUSTRIAL EDITION" of the Daily State Gazette of July 31, 1897. Now look at the results of my digital coloring book wherein a added a colorful border, atempted to match the colors of the Swamp Angel, greened up the grass at the base, and even lit the lamps on top of this historic treasure. There's a little boy in each of us even as there is a little girl in each of our ladies!

THE SWAMP ANGEL

Thankfully, not all of our area historic relics have been destroyed. The Swamp Angel, which for many years was on display at the intersection of Perry Street, No. Clinton and Lincoln Avenues is shown in the above engraving to which I have added my hand colored rendition. That beautiful old Civil War veteran was to have been scrapped after the Civil War, but history minded Trentonians saved it for posterity. Over the years, the city of Charleston tried to pry it away from the local citizenry without success. And then along came those wonderful historians from the Camp Olden Civil War Roundtable who restored the historic treasure and placed it in a place of honor at Cadwalader Park.

1867: CARR IRON WORKS AND THE SWAMP ANGEL

Wouldn't a 21st century historian love to journey back to that old iron works and view the incredible arsenal of scrap iron that was destined for the melting ovens! The article above from an 1867 copy of the Daily State Gazette tells of the iron works and the photo at the right is a rare and beautiful clear 1891 engraving of the historic Swamp Angel as it reposed at the intersection of Perry Street and No. Clinton Avenue.

1906 AND 1869: THE SWAMP ANGEL - TRENTON N.J.

2011 is the 150th anniversary of the start of the war between the states, better known as the "Civil War." The Swamp Angel has been part of local history during all of these 150 years. The story has it that the huge Parrott gun was at the Carr Metal works in Trenton and was about to be smelted down when its historic significance was realized. The rest is history. The above articles give interesting insights into that historic old relic, now restored by the Camp Olden Civil War Roundtable organization, and placed in a pretty setting at Cadwalader Park.

1941: The Swamp Angel

Oh, how the citizens of Charleston wanted that Parrot Gun which Trenton historians saved from the junk yard! This Graphic and article are from my "CIVIL WAR" folder in the Hamilton Library's Local History Collection. The Charlestonians took the position that since the big gun was on Rebel ground, and since the city of Charleston was bombarded by the huge gun, it belonged in their historical repositories. Sorry, Charleston, it's ours!

1913: Trenton's Civil War treasure, "The Swamp Angel"

This exquisite photo of the "Swamp Angel' is from an 1894 pictorial graphic in my collection.

1863-1913 50th ANNIVERSARY OF THE SWAMP ANGELS ARRIVAL IN TRENTON

If memory serves me, I think the Swamp Angel parrot gun was in Trenton some time before it was rescued from a local scrap yard and placed on a pedestal at Perry St. and No. Clinton Avenue. An enlarged version of the above photo precedes this graphic.

1869: THE SWAMP ANGEL SIX YEARS AFTER

THIS STORY OF THE SWAMP ANGEL WAS WRITTEN 5 IR 6 YEARS AFTER THE CIVIL WAR. IT IS A VERY INTERESTING ARTICLE WITH MANY INTERESTING AND FOR ME, UNKNOWN FACTS ABOUT THE "PARROT" GUN.

THE SWAMP ANGEL

YOU HAVE SILVER IN YOUR HAIR IF YOU REMEMBER WHEN THAT OLD PARROT GUN WAS MOUNTED ON A STONE PEDESTAL AT THE INTERSECTION OF PERRY STREET AND NORTH CLINTON AVENUE IN TRENTON.

1943: Swamp Angel WWII Memorial Display

Thanks to Mr. Jim Puliti for this photo of the WWII Memorial installed at the Swamp Angel during the early dark days of the second world war.