Thieves of Mercy: A Novel of the Civil War at Sea

by James L. Nelson Narrated by Bradford Hastings

Overview

Filled with wild characters and heart-pounding action, and set against the bold backdrop of the Civil War, Thieves of Mercy is a worthy successor to the W. Y. Boyd Award-winning novel Glory in the Name

Having survived the bloody Battle of New Orleans and the loss of their ironclad Yazoo River, captain Samuel Bowater, engineer Hieronymus Taylor, and the survivors of their crew are given new orders-take command of an ironclad warship being built in Memphis, Tennessee.

Bowater and his men take passage upriver from “Mississippi” Mike Sullivan, one of the wild, undisciplined captains of the River Defense Squadron, only to find, on their arrival, that their ship is not even half built and the enemy is closing fast.

Against their better judgment, Bowater and crew join forces with the mercurial Sullivan on board his ad hoc river gunship the General Page. Outnumbered and outgunned, the Confederates once again fling themselves bravely at the overwhelming power of the Yankee invaders. The deadly back-and-forth fight along the Mississippi ends at last in the massive naval battle of Memphis, and the near-suicidal attempt by the Confederates to hold back the Northern flood.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

If not quite up to the standard of his best naval historicals, Nelson's second nautical adventure set during the Civil War (after 2003's Glory in the Name) offers a rousing plot and seafaring detail as authentic as any in the Hornblower or Aubrey/Maturin books. In Memphis in the spring of 1862, while Confederate Lt. Samuel Bowater awaits his new command (of an ironclad under construction), he attends to such matters as ghostwriting a dime novel, using the plot of Hamlet, for "Mississippi" Mike Sullivan, captain of the ram General Page, and later taking Sullivan's side when the captain thinks a troupe of Shakespearean actors has plagiarized his work. Meanwhile, Bowater's lover, Wendy Atkins, is trying to escape Norfolk, Va., before the city falls to the Yankees. In this effort, she has the help of her free-spirited Aunt Molly and the hindrance of Union Lt. Roger Newcomb. After making their way out of burning Norfolk, Wendy and Molly have an improbable if diverting meeting with Abraham Lincoln. Civil War buffs, particularly Southern sympathizers, will be well pleased. Agent, Nat Sobel at Sobel Weber Associates. (On sale Apr. 12) FYI: A technical consultant on the film Master and Commander, Nelson has won the ALA's W.Y. Boyd Award for Excellence in Military Fiction. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Library Journal

This is the exciting and well-written sequel to Nelson's Civil War novel, Glory in the Name. Once again, Capt. Samuel Bowater needs a ship to command after a series of Confederate reverses, and he hopes to find it on the Mississippi near Memphis. All the richly drawn original characters return-Bowater, Hieronymus Taylor, and the love of Bowater's life, Wendy Atkins. Bowater and Taylor become involved with Mike Sullivan, the slightly mad river rat who commands a steamer that's been converted to a gunboat. Meanwhile, Wendy, accused of being a spy, is kidnapped and involved in the sinking of the Merrimack before heading west to Bowater. There is plenty of action, adventure, romance, and humor as Bowater and the others try to stop the inevitable advance of the Union forces. Nelson has left room for at least one more Bowater novel before the war ends. This book is helped by Nelson's solid knowledge of both the Civil War and the technology of the early ironclads. Recommended.-Robert Conroy, Warren, MI Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews

Confederate naval action on the Mississippi in a sequel to Glory in the Name (2003). Nelson's hero, Confederate Lt. Samuel Bowater, lost his ship when the Union forces seized New Orleans, sealing off the mouth of the Mississippi. Now he and his crew are ordered to Memphis to man an ironclad being built to oppose a Union takeover of the entire river. They travel upriver on a gunboat commanded by a brawling frontiersman named Mississippi Mike Sullivan. Bowater, a cultured Charlestonian, is appalled by Sullivan and his drunken crew of river rats. But Bowater's promised ironclad is barely half-built, and so he and his men join forces with Sullivan in raids upriver against the Union naval forces threatening Memphis. In between, Bowater helps Sullivan write a dime novel about his adventures, stealing a plot from Shakespeare. Meanwhile, back east in Norfolk, Bowater's fiancee, Wendy Atkins, decides to travel west to join her lover. Her resourceful aunt Molly, a Confederate spy, takes Wendy under her wing to help her escape. But to find a way out of Norfolk, then under siege by the Union, they need to call in a favor from the Confederate navy, undertaking one last spy mission. With Wendy in tow, Molly brazenly poses as a Norwegian diplomat's wife, makes her way aboard a launch carrying none other than Abraham Lincoln, and returns with the needed intelligence. In making their escape, the two arouse the ire of a Union officer who decides to capture them as the only way to redeem his honor, delaying them just enough to miss their ride out of Norfolk. The two women now find their fates bound up with that of the Virginia, the Confederate ironclad best known for its battle with the Monitor. Realisticcombat, rowdy humor, and tense adventure, all combined in a well-researched historical that's authentic and enjoyable. Author tour

Product Details

BN ID:	2940175679350
Publisher:	Blackstone Audio, Inc.
Publication date:	10/18/2022
Edition description:	Unabridged

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Thieves of Mercy
A Novel of the Civil War at Sea

Chapter One

Latitude, elevation and rainfall all combine to render the Mississippi Valley capable of supporting a dense population. As a dwelling-place for civilized man it is by far the first upon our globe.

Harper's Magazine, February 1863

It was a month before the burning of the Tennessee, and ten hours after he met the man, that Samuel Bowater first saw someone smash a chair over Mississippi Mike Sullivan's head.

The one doing the smashing was Ruffin Tanner, a blue-water sailor of nearly twenty years' experience, who had been with Bowater since Bowater had commanded the Cape Fear in Norfolk.

Tanner was a powerful man, certainly as strong as Sullivan, though not nearly as big. The chair, however, was a meager affair, with thin turned legs and a cane seat, and it shattered over Mike's thick head and wide shoulders like a china figurine and did little more than slew his slouch hat around, leaving Tanner red-faced and gripping the two smashed back rails.

It was two days before that chair-smashing, all-hands-in brawl that Bowater finally heard from the Navy Department in Richmond.

After the Battle of New Orleans, after the Yazoo River had been battered to death by Farragut's big ships, Bowater and his remaining men had returned to Yazoo City. They had no other place to go, and the Yankees were still far from that Yazoo, so it seemed like a good choice. Bowater began to send telegraphs off to Richmond, looking for instructions.

On the third of May, word arrived.

Lt. Samuel Bowater,CSN
Yazoo City, Mississippi

Sir:

You and those men still under your command will proceed with all possible dispatch to Memphis, Tennessee, where you will assume command of the ironclad Tennessee currently building there. You will exert all possible effort in the completion and fitting out of that vessel. Recent events along the Mississippi have made it imperative that this ironclad sloop of war be readied to meet the enemy.

Respectfully,
Stephen Mallory
Secretary of the Navy

Bowater read the words with some skepticism. Sometimes it seemed as if Mallory believed that calling a ship an ironclad would make it so. The last time Mallory had ordered him to command an "ironclad" it had turned out to be a broken-down side-wheeler with pine board and cotton bale bulwarks, a "cottonclad." It was a near miracle that they had managed to turn her battered topsides into an iron casement, and Bowater reckoned that his supply of miracles was pretty well played out.

And so he stood in the telegraph office and looked for a long time at the words, until he heard the telegraph operator start to clear his throat in a nervous sort of way.

Ironclad . . . recent events . . .

Bowater could not fault Mallory for his understanding of the tactical situation, even if the Secretary had been mistaken in thinking the chief threat to New Orleans was from the north, and not the Gulf. It was true that Farragut's big men-of-war, built for fighting the British on the high seas, were utterly unsuited for river work. But the Union admiral had managed to drag his heavy squadron bodily over the shallow bar at the mouth of the river and blast his way past the forts and the smattering of Confederate ships defending the river below the city.

Now Farragut was probing upriver, but the farther north he came, and the more the water level continued to fall, the more unwieldy his fleet became.

Flat-bottomed, paddle-wheel-driven, ironclad gunboats. Those were the ships for this river fight. A new vessel for an unprecedented type of warfare.

Mallory knew it, was trying his level best to make it a reality. The Yankees knew it as well, and behind their effort was an almost unlimited industrial capacity. So, for the first year of the war, while the Confederacy struggled to get even one operational ironclad on the Father of Waters, the Union built seven. Those ships, the "City Class" gunboats, were fighting their way south, accompanying the Union Army sweeping along the shore.

Bowater left the telegraph office, wandered along the streets of Yazoo City, still considering the "ironclad Tennessee." What, he wondered, would greet him on his arrival in Memphis. How would he get there?

"Reckon we best get to Vicksburg." That was Hieronymus Taylor's pronouncement, upon learning about the orders. Taylor was a riverboat man, an engineer out of New Orleans who had joined the navy to avoid a possible draft, and for the possibility of killing Yankees, which he found very appealing. He was a part of the world of the Mississippi River, as alien to Bowater as the moon.

"Vicksburg," Bowater repeated.

"Best place to find a boat goin north. Ain't a damn thing movin on this here backwater. We best get to Vicksburg before goddamn Farragut does."

The next day they found a tug that would take them to Vicksburg, and Bowater herded aboard it the thirty-six men still under his command.

He felt like a schoolteacher at times, or the head of an orphanage, with his charges to care for. He had men but no ship to house them, no galley to feed them. It was like having a company of infantry, but infantry were prepared for such living, they had tents and knew how to cook rations. Sailors without a ship were lost men. They looked to Bowater for guidance, but Bowater did not know much more about such things than they did. He had never been in that situation before.

They steamed down the Yazoo River, crowded on the deck of the tug, turned south where the Yazoo met with the Mississippi River. Just above the city, the river took a sharp turn so that for a time they were actually steaming northeast before turning one hundred and eighty degrees. Around the low, marshy point was the city of Vicksburg.

Thieves of Mercy
A Novel of the Civil War at Sea. Copyright © by James Nelson. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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