We had now reached the 24th of July, and the climate had become deleterious to the health of our sailors, mostly in the shape of a malarious fever, which was prostrating a dozen a day. We had a sick list of about one hundred men, and we now most gladly started down the river, leaving the command with Commodore Davis. The mortar boats had previously been removed, and we now sailed for New Orleans.
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