“Michigan at Pratt’s Wharf. Reporters swarmed on the dock. Several came out in rowboats to shout questions, which we ignored. About 6:00 A.M. a ladder was lowered to the deck of the tug. We mounted it to the deck of the Michigan. A short, arrogant-looking man in a blue naval officer’s uniform regarded us with evident distaste as we came aboard. We were surely a dirty, rumpled lot after two days and two nights of marching and fighting and sleeping in the same clothes. Dan, John O’Neil, and many o...thers had dark growths of beard on their faces. I realized I was still wearing my bloodstained white apron. I hastily removed it as the officer began a speech. “I am Captain Bryson, commander of this ship. You are under arrest for violating the neutrality laws of the United States. Until I receive further orders from Washington, you will remain aboard. Your men will also remain in custody. You will be allowed the freedom of this ship if you give your promise as gentlemen not to attempt to escape or communicate with anyone ashore.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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