Surrender of Island No. Ten!


CAIRO, April 9.

At 9 o'clock last night a boat came to the flagship from the rebel batteries on the Kentucky shore, with a messenger carrying a letter from the commanding officer at Island No. 10 to Flag-Officer Foote, proposing a capitulation for the surrender of the Island.

Flag-Officer Foote replied that he would accept no terms other than an unconditional surrender.

At 1 o'clock this morning, the enemy surrendered unconditionally, to Commodore Foote.

Several transports, and it is supposed, one or two gunboats, the celebrated floating battery Manassas, cannon, ammunition and stores have thus fallen into the hands of our forces.

Too much praise cannot be awarded to Foote, and the gallant officers and men under his command, for this brilliant achievement, in capturing the Gibraltar of the Mississippi river without the loss of a single life.

We have no information as to the details, but it is supposed that most of the rebel troops on the Kentucky shore have effected their escape.

It is supposed that they commenced leaving soon after the Carondelet succeeded in turning their batteries, as that destroyed all hope of their successfully maintaining their position.

Fleet-Captain Penrock, who has achieved wonders in fitting out and repairing gunboats and transports, and furnishing supplies to the fleet, has reason to believe that our mortars did terrible execution among the rebels.

It is reported that Gen Pope had 18,000 troops across the river from New Madrid last night, ready to march and bag the enemy; but it was believed he was too late to succeed in his object.

Four hundred and seventy-eight prisoners, including 17 officers, with 70 pieces of artillery, a large amount of ammunition, muskets, and small arms, were captured on the Island.

It is said that our mortar shells proved very destructive. Wherever they struck and exploded, great excavations were made in the earth.

It is reported that the Confederates had become perfectly demoralized. In many cases entire regiments would refuse to obey orders.

Much ill feeling prevailed among the officers, and none, including the soldiers, had any confidence in their commanding officers.

No further information has been obtained in reference to the number of prisoners captured on the Tennessee shore, and it will be impossible to get any further before morning.

I learn by telegraph from New Madrid that General Pope has captured about two thousand prisoners, including General Makall. He has the swamp surrounded, and it is filled with rebel soldiers, and they cannot get away.

They sank two or three of their transports, but they can be easily raised.

Full particulars will doubtless be obtained in the morning, as there has been no arrival from there to-day, and the government is using the telegraph for their own dispatches.

ST. LOUIS, April 8

To the Secretary of War:

Gen. Pope has captured three Generals, six thousand prisoners of war, one hundred siege pieces, and several field batteries, with immense quantities of arms, tents, wagons, &c. (Signed) H. W. HALLECK.


To the Secretary of War:

Gen. Paine's division marched to Tiptonville last night, captured Gen. Makall, formerly Adjutant General U. S. A., his staff and about 2,000 prisoners from Arkansas and Louisiana, a large amount of stores ammunition, &c.

Gen. Pope's movements are a complete success. We move in the direction of Island No. 10 in a few minutes, to capture all that is left.

Further advices from New Madrid represent the victory at Island No. 10 as more complete than was at first supposed. Gen. Pope has got 3,000 prisoners, taken at Tiptonville. On their retreat the rebels abandoned everything in their precipitate flight.


The Chicago Times' special correspondent, furnishes that paper the following, dated —
OFF ISLAND No. 10, April 6.

Shall I improve this pleasant morning by reviewing the achievements of the past week? It has been the most profitable week of the siege. Each day has been signalized by some valuable success, some of them at first glance apparently slight, but, when viewed in their relations to the great work to be accomplished, their importance is more perfectly realized. But it is not of these seemingly small affairs I would speak. I will content myself with mentioning three grand and noticeable successes, that have plainly cost the enemy an immense deal of annoyance and trouble, irritating them beyond measure, and at the same time giving us great advantages. The first of these, the brilliant movement of Wednesday night, resulting in the effectual spiking of all the guns in the enemy's upper battery, a feat that was accomplished without the loss of a single man on our side. That the work was faithfully done is clear from the fact that not a shot has come from that battery up to this time. Yesterday men were observed at work, apparently mounting a new gun in this battery. The attention of the mortar boats was called to the fact, and throughout the day the labor of the rebel gunners was seriously interrupted at short intervals by the falling and explosion in their midst of the huge and fearful thirteen-inch shells from the mortars. Four or five of these shells passed beyond the battery and fell in the thickest of their encampment.

For several days the rebels have had a [unknown line] as to sweep the main channel of the river. Certain contemplated movements could not be carried out with this obstruction in the way. It therefore became a matter of necessity to dislodge it. To accomplish this object, the Benton was moved down to a position just under the point that covers the Island, putting her in close range and nearly opposite the objectionable craft. It required but a short time to perfect the job. One or two shots entered the floating battery, soon after which she was cut adrift and floated away down stream, out of reach of guns or optics. This feat left no obstructions to the navigation of the main channel but the land batteries.

On Friday evening the most brilliant achievement of all was successfully accomplished in the passage of the iron-clad gunboat Carondelet, Capt. Walker, commanding, past the rebel batteries and the Island itself, and the continuance of her trip to New Madrid. This was really a valuable and important movement. General Pope has had to contend with all manner of difficulties in the execution of his plans, many of which could be easily removed by a gunboat, or would not appear if such a vessel were present. The rebel gunboats as well as their land batteries opposite his positions have united to annoy and harass him, preventing his crossing the river or carrying on any extensive operations on the Missouri shore away from New Madrid. Commodore Foote had also discovered the desirability of having an armed vessel below the Island to aid him, if necessary, in his final attack. The Carondelet was selected for the purpose. Friday night was fixed upon for the time. The utmost secrecy had been maintained regarding the contemplated movement lest the enemy should be on the alert and a more formidable resistance to the passage of the boat should be offered than a surprise would afford them chance to use.

The boat was prepared for her perilous journey by covering her deck with loose plank and boards which, when struck by shot, would glance off, carrying the missiles with them. Against the side that would be exposed to the enemy's guns a flatboat was secured, loaded with hay in bundles, completely covering the vessel. On the opposite side, to balance the load of hay and enable the pilot more easily to control the vessel, a similar boat, loaded with coal, was towed — the coal afterwards to be used for fuel for the gunboat. The night proved to be most fortunately selected, as though Providence had favored the undertaking. As the sun declined in the west dark clouds crept up from the horizon in all directions, hastening the approach of night, and speedily covered the heavens, shrouding river, islands, boats, encampments and all surrounding nature in pitchy darkness, relieved only by occasional flashes of lightning.

In the midst of a raging storm of mingled thunder, lightning, rain and pitchy darkness the venturesome Carondelet slipped her cables and started on her dangerous trip. Notwithstanding the fury of the storm the deck of every vessel in the fleet was crowded with an anxious multitude, all peering into the darkness to catch occasional glimpses of the departing boat, as from time to time the vivid lightning would transform the darkness for a brief instant into light. The first battery was reached and passed in safety. The sentinels who, sleeping at their posts, had suffered the enemy to enter their works and spike their guns, had not yet learned the lesson of vigilance and watchfulness. The second battery was approached, still there was no evidence of a discovery. The vessel was in front of their frowning guns, scarcely a pistol-shot distant, and yet the guns were silent as if they too were wrapped in slumber. The battery was passed in safety, and the brave boat still held its way. But at this moment a sentinel, whose back was towards his enemy, discovered the boat nearly half a mile below him. — The discharge of his gun awakened a volley of musketry, all of which was, of course, as impotent at that distance as a child's toy-gun would be in the bombardment of a house. But the musketry report served to awaken the slumbering gunners below, who, discovering the cause, soon opened their batteries. Then followed the most grand and impressive scene that one witnesses in a lifetime. The rapid discharges from the guns of the rebel batteries mingled with the rearing thunder to create a din that Pandemenium could scarcely excel. The Island was enveloped in a sheet of fire, caused by the flashing of the guns, which, mingled with the vivid lightning, startled, blinded, and stunned all beholders. Anxiety was now at its highest pitch — would the gallant boat succeed in escaping this terrible fire? A system of gun signals had been arranged between Commodore Foote and the commander of the Carondelet, by which the former should be promptly informed of the fate of the boat. As she passed from sight and the rebel guns became more infrequent in their discharges, all ears were open to catch the sound of the signal guns. At last they came — one, two, three distinct reports. Com. Foote gave the interpretation of the signal — "All right" — and then from boat to boat the echo sped, and shout answered to shout in one prolonged, triumphant cheer from those watching thousands. It was indeed a great success, and merited the applause it received in the vicinity of the Island, and will continue to receive as the echo of that shout flies through the land. It was an achievement that flanks the enemy with both land and naval forces, enabling us fully to control the river as well immediately below the Island as above.