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For months the Confede rates trained dozens of guns on Fort Sumter.
But no i seemed eager for war.

After Abraham Lincoln'southward ballot in November 1860, even as Southern states prepared to secede, state of war wasn't inevitable. Many in the Due north and the S predicted a peaceful partitioning of the country, which after all was not notwithstanding even a century sometime. James Chesnut Jr., a South Carolina lawyer and politico who quit the U.S. Senate after Lincoln'due south election, declared that the Southern Confederacy would be created peacefully, with so little blood spilled that any man "might safely drink every drop shed." Yet the question of whether Americans would accept up artillery against each other loomed darkly over the country, and particularly Chesnut's home state. Even after South Carolina seceded on December 20, a U.S. Regular army garrison of some 80 men remained at one of several Federal forts that dedicated the port metropolis of Charles­ton. These soldiers posed little threat; they were so curt-handed that their wives once stood lookout as sentries. Just Due south Carolina believed the fort belonged to the state and the Federals should plow it over. Officials in Washington—offset under the approachable president James Buchanan, and later nether Lincoln—refused.

The outcome was a tense standoff between the newly alleged Rebels and the soldiers in the fort. Over the side by side few months, both sides prepared for boxing, redoubling their defenses. Yet each moved warily. Neither wanted to bear on off a war.

War arrived, of course. The Confederates fired the offset vanquish over Fort Sumter at iv:30 a.m. on April 12, 1861, a chilly, misty morning time in Charleston. The moment is well documented, along with the events building toward information technology. Abner Doubleday, a U.S. Army captain posted in Charleston (years afterward he purportedly invented baseball), turned his feel into a book. And so did Captain Samuel Crawford, the surgeon at the fort. Augustus Dickert, a Confederate teenage volunteer, recounted the bombardment in item in a book near his years in the state of war. And Mary Boykin Chesnut, the 38-year-old wife of the secessionist senator, recorded high order'due south conflicted attitudes toward the war in her diary, which was afterwards edited and published by historian C. Vann Woodward, winning a 1982 Pulitzer Prize.

One hundred and fifty years afterward the consequence, the words of these and other eyewitnesses bring to life the sights and sounds of that time and evoke the desperation of a nation going to war with itself. But days afterwards the first shot, Mary Chesnut wrote in her diary, "Our hearts are in doleful dumps, but we are as gay, every bit madly jolly, every bit sailors who break into the strong-room when the ship is going downward."

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A few weeks afterwards Lincoln'south ballot, Major Robert Anderson assumed command of the two depleted companies of the 1st U.Southward. Artillery garrisoned at Fort Moultrie, which stood on one of the bulwark islands at the entrance to Charleston Harbor. At 55, with graying hair and a compact build, Anderson was a devout Christian respected for his integrity and intelligence. Born in Kentucky and married to the daughter of a prominent Georgia plantation owner, he had attended West Bespeak with Jefferson Davis and counted the Southern leader equally a friend. Though sympathetic to the South, Anderson resisted the button for war. "I remember that killing people is a very poor style of settling National grievances," he had written his wife from the Mexican War. Anderson's divided loyalties worried Lincoln and irked Doubleday, an abolitionist who grew disgusted at his commander'southward circumspection in the face of Southern aggression.

Abner Doubleday: "Major Anderson was neither timid nor irresolute, and he was fully aware of his duties and responsibilities. Unfortunately, he desired not only to salvage the Union, merely to salvage slavery with information technology. Without this, he considered the contest every bit hopeless.

"In this spirit, he submitted to every affair, and delayed all action in the expectation that Congress would make some new and more binding compromise which would restore peace to the land. He could not read the signs of the times, and come across that the conscience of the nation and the progress of civilisation had already doomed slavery to destruction….

"I have no uncertainty he thought he was rendering a existent service to his country. He knew the first shot fired by us would calorie-free the flames of a ceremonious war that would convulse the world, and tried to put off the evil twenty-four hours as long as possible."

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Anderson knew that Moultrie was indefensible. The fort's crumbling brick walls dated to the early 1800s. Built to defend Charleston against ships arriving from the sea, it lay open to attack from state, where South Carolina'southward troops were gathering. Without telling his staff, he made plans to abandon Moultrie and motion the garrison to Sumter, which squatted on a manmade isle of granite at the mouth of the harbor.

Construction of the fort had begun in 1829, however work crews still labored to finish it. "Sumter was far from existence in a defensible status," Private John Thompson wrote later, "very few guns were mounted, and everything was in admirable confusion." Merely it was better armed than Moultrie and enjoyed a strategic location: Every vessel inbound or leaving the harbor passed directly under its guns.

Anderson decided to move at night, hoping darkness would hide his men from Southern patrol boats. On the evening of December 26, when Doubleday sought him out for tea, the major greeted his 2nd in command with a surprise.

Abner Doubleday: "Anderson approached me as I avant-garde, and said quietly, 'I have determined to evacuate this postal service immediately for the purpose of occupying Fort Sumter; I can just let you twenty minutes to form your company and be in readiness to start.'

"I was surprised at this announcement, and realized the gravity of the state of affairs at a glance. Nosotros were watched past spies and vigilance-committees, who would undoubtedly open burn down upon u.s. every bit soon as they saw the object of the move….

"I hoped there would be time for my party to cross earlier the [Rebel] steamer could overhaul the states; only as among my men there were a number of unskillful oarsmen, we made but dull progress, and it soon became evident that we would be overtaken in mid-channel. It was after sunset, and the twilight had deepened, so that there was a fair run a risk for us to escape. While the steamer was still afar off, I took off my cap, and threw open my coat to conceal [its] buttons. I also made the men take off their coats, and utilize them to comprehend upwardly their muskets, which were lying alongside the rowlocks. I hoped in this way that we might pass for a political party of laborers returning to the fort. The [steamer's] paddle-wheels stopped within well-nigh a hundred yards of u.s.a.; merely, to our peachy relief, after a slight scrutiny, the steamer kept on its way….

"As we ascended the steps of the wharf [to the fort], crowds of workmen rushed out to come across usa, most of them wearing secessionist emblems. I or ii Union men amid them cheered lustily, merely the majority called out angrily, 'What are these soldiers doing here?' I at once formed my men inside the fort, charged bayonets, drove the tumultuous mass within the fort, and seized the guard-room, which commanded the main entrance."

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Unknown to Anderson, President Buchanan, hoping to bring South Carolina back into the Union, had promised he would not change the military equation in Charleston. Southerners seethed, claiming Anderson had broken this pledge, and the city moved to a war footing, though some still thought peace would prevail.

Samuel Crawford: "Crowds nerveless in the streets and open up places of the urban center, and loud and fierce were the expressions of feeling against Major Anderson and his action. Military organizations paraded the streets, and threats were made that they would be heard from before twenty-four hours, and that mortality was now unavoidable. Anderson was pronounced a traitor."

Augustus Dickert: "The city of Charles­­ton was ablaze with excitement, flags waved from the house tops, the heavy tread of the embryo soldiers could be heard in the streets, the corridors of hotels, and in all the public places. The beautiful park on the water front, called the 'Battery,' was thronged with people of every historic period and sex, straining their eyes or looking through glasses out at Sumter, whose bristling front was surmounted with cannon, her flags waving defiance. Small boats and steamers dotted the waters of the bay. Ordnance and ammunition were existence hurried to the isle. The 1 continual talk was 'Anderson,' 'Fort Sumter,' and 'war.'"

A Charleston resident in a letter printed in Harper's Weekly: "Every man in the State is a soldier and will fight to death on this question. You lot can grade no idea of the feeling that exists here. Major Anderson will be driven out of Fort Sumter if information technology costs 10,000 lives."

John Thompson, individual, 1st U.S. Artillery: "In spite of all their bluster I am virtually sure they never will burn down a shot at us, indeed I think they are just likewise glad to exist left lonely."

A Charleston resident quoted in "Charles­ton Under Artillery," Atlantic Monthly: "We shall never attack Fort Sumter. Don't you run across why? I take a son in the trenches, my next neighbour has ane, everybody in the city has one. Well, we shan't let our boys fight; we tin't bear to lose them. Nosotros don't desire to risk our handsome, genteel, educated immature fellows against a gang of Irishmen, Germans, British deserters, and New York roughs, not worth killing, and notwithstanding instructed to kill to the best advantage. Nosotros can't endure it, and we shan't do it."

Mary Chesnut: "Those who desire a row are in loftier glee. Those who dread information technology are glum and thoughtful plenty."

John William De Forest, in his essay "Charleston Nether Arms," Atlantic Monthly: "During the ten days of my sojourn, Charleston was total of surprising reports and painful expectations. If a door slammed, we stopped talking and looked at each other; and if the sound was repeated, we went to the window and listened for Fort Sumter. Every strange noise was metamorphosed past the watchful ear into the roar of cannon or the rush of soldiery."

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Both sides prepared for battle. The men at Sumter mounted the fort's guns and bricked upwards embrasures, fearing the enemy would land an assault force. The Southerners, meanwhile, seized Fort Moultrie and built shore batteries trained on both Sumter and the shipping lanes, expecting Union reinforcements to arrive.

In early January, President Buchanan canonical a surreptitious mission to reinforce Sumter. The Star of the W, a commercial steamer hired by the army at $1,250 a twenty-four hours, entered Charleston Harbor after dawn on January 9 with 200 Union soldiers subconscious below deck. Its arrival was no surprise; news of the relief trek had leaked and been reported widely past Charleston newspapers. When the ship passed Morris Island at the archway to the harbor, a subconscious bombardment manned by cadets from the Citadel opened fire.

A reporter on the Star of the West: "Suddenly, whizz! comes a ricochet shot from Morris Isle. It plunges into the water and skips along, but falls brusk of our steamer. The line was frontwards of our bow, and was, of course, an invitation to stop. But we are not ready to accept the proffered hospitality, and the captain pays no attention to it, except to run up the stars and stripes at the masthead—a garrison flag which was on lath….

"On nosotros get, and—whizz! over again goes the smaller gun offset fired, and another ricochet shot skips along the water and falls curt of us. 'Booh!' exclaims the captain. 'You must give us bigger guns than that, boys, or you can not hurt us.'"

John McGowan, captain, Star of the West: "We continued on under the fire of the battery for over x minutes, several of the shots going clean over u.s.a.. 1 passed just clear of the pilot-business firm. Another passed between the smoke-stack and walking beams of the engine. Some other struck the ship just abaft the fore-rigging, and stove in the planking; and another came within an ace of carrying away the rudder. At the aforementioned time there was a movement of two steamers from virtually Fort Moultrie—ane of them towing a schooner (I presume an armed schooner)—with the intention of cut u.s.a. off….

"Having no cannon to defend ourselves from the set on of the vessel, we concluded that, to avoid certain capture or devastation, we would endeavor to get to sea. Consequently, we wore round and steamed down the aqueduct, the battery firing upon the states until their shot fell short."

A reporter on the Star of the West: "Why does not Major Anderson open fire upon that battery and relieve us? Nosotros look in vain for help; the American flag flies from Fort Sumter, and the American flag at our bow and stern is fired upon, yet there is not the slightest recognition of our presence from the fort from which we look for protection."

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By many accounts, these were the first shots of the Civil War. However Anderson, under strict orders not to initiate conflict, declined to return burn. What if the secessionists had fired without orders? he wondered. Sumter's response would surely kick off state of war, he thought, and perhaps without cause.

Anderson's caution—which he demonstrated once more two months later when the Rebels fired on a civilian schooner from Boston—unsettled his men and angered some, including Doubleday. Feeling deserted past Washington, Anderson later on wrote to superiors: "God grant that neither I nor any other officeholder of our Army may exist again placed in a position of such mortification and humiliation."

The day later on the Star of the W incident, Jefferson Davis declared the state "on the verge of civil war." But Davis and other Southern leaders were not eager for the South to be seen as the aggressor. The stalemate at Sumter continued.

Over the next few months, six states joined S Carolina in secession and formed the Confederate States of America, with Davis equally president. Pierre G. T. Beauregard, the Confederacy'due south starting time brigadier full general, was put in command of the Southern forces in S Carolina. Families of the soldiers at Sumter were evacuated. Supplies ran short; the men tore down barracks and other structures for firewood and rationed their remaining foodstuffs, largely common salt pork and crackers.

Lincoln, meanwhile, signaled his intention toward Sumter in his March 4 countdown address, promising "to hold, occupy and possess the property and places belonging to the government." Simply the adjacent twenty-four hour period, Lieutenant General Winfield Scott, the Mexican State of war hero and head of the U.Due south. Regular army, recommended the evacuation of Sumter; he would later estimate that equally many as 25,000 men might exist needed to defend the fort. The president appeared to accept Scott's recommendation, and newspapers reported that Anderson and his men would presently requite up the fort.

Inside a few weeks, however, the new commander in chief was making plans for an expedition to provision and reinforce Sumter. By early Apr, a Wedlock fleet commanded by Gustavus Flim-flam, assistant secretary of the navy and a old naval officer, was headed to Charleston.

Davis met with his cabinet, so ordered that Anderson exist given an ultimatum: evacuate, or be fired upon. On Apr xi at three:45 p.m. Beauregard sent 3 aides to Sumter and presented the need for surrender to Anderson. The major consulted with his officers, then refused. The three Southerners returned after midnight on April 12 and presented Anderson with slightly different terms. The major again declined. The Southerners in turn announced that the Confederate batteries would open up fire in approximately one hr, at 4:thirty a.m.

The news shook Anderson, according to Captain Stephen Dill Lee, one of the iii Confederates. "Escorting usa to the boat at the wharf," Lee wrote afterward, "he cordially pressed our hands in farewell, remarking, 'If nosotros never meet in this globe again, God grant that we may meet in the next.'"

In the hours before the firing commenced, citizens and soldiers prepared for the war they once thought could be avoided. Charleston residents expected the battery to brainstorm around iv a.thou.; at Sumter, Anderson's men could merely wait.

Mary Chesnut: "I practise not pretend to go to sleep. How tin can I? If Anderson does non accept terms at four, the orders are, he shall exist fired upon. I count four, St. Michael'southward bells chime out and I brainstorm to hope."

Augustus Dickert: "Men watched with breathless interest the hands on the dials as they slowly moved around to the hour of 4, the time ready to open up the fire. At that 60 minutes gunners stood with lanyards in their hands. Men peered through the darkness in the direction of Sumter, as looking for some invisible object."

Abner Doubleday: "About 4 a.m. on the 12th, I was awakened past someone groping about my room in the dark and calling out my proper name. Information technology proved to be Anderson, who came to announce to me that he had just received a dispatch from Beauregard, dated three:20 a.m., to the effect that he should open burn down upon us in an hour. Finding it was adamant not to return the burn until later breakfast, I remained in bed. As we had no lights, we could in fact do aught before that time, except to wander around in the darkness, and burn without an accurate view of the enemy's works."

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Beauregard had ordered Amalgamated batteries on James Island, on the south end of the harbor, to burn a shot to betoken the other guns ringing Sumter, including some on Morris Island's Cummings Point. Captain George James waited by a mortar on the island'southward beach until his pocket sentry showed 4:30 a.m., and so gave the order to fire.

Augustus Dickert: "The great mortar belched forth, a bright flash, and the shell went curving over in a kind of semi-circle, the lit fuse trailing behind, showing a glimmering light, like the wings of a burn down fly, bursting over the silent old Sumter. This was the signal gun that unchained the great balderdash-dogs of state of war around the whole circle of forts….Along the h2o fronts, and from all the forts, now a perfect sheet of flame flashed out, a deafening roar, a rumbling deadening audio, and the war was on."

Abner Doubleday: "Well-nigh immediately afterward a ball from Cummings Point lodged in the mag wall, and past the sound seemed to bury itself in the masonry virtually a foot from my caput, in very unpleasant proximity to my right ear."

Mary Chesnut: "At half-by iv the heavy booming of a cannon. I sprang out of bed, and on my knees prostrate I prayed every bit I never prayed earlier."

Felix de Fontaine, correspondent, New York Herald: "Lights flash on as if by magic from the windows of every house, and in the twinkling of an heart, equally it were, an agitated mass of people are rushing impetuously toward the h2o forepart of the city. Grave citizens, whose dignity under ordinary circumstances is unimpeachable, are at the summit of their speed dressing equally they run, and sending upwardly wild hurrahs as if they must take some such safety-valve for their enthusiasm or be suffocated. There are men sans coats, women sans crinoline, and children in their night-gowns."

James Chester, sergeant, 1st U.South. Artillery: "Shot and shell went screaming over Sumter every bit if an regular army of devils were swooping around it. As a rule the guns were aimed too high, simply all the mortar practice was good. In a few minutes the novelty disappeared in a realizing sense of danger, and the watchers retired to the bomb-proofs, where they discussed probabilities until reveille."

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The Confederates fired on Sumter from more than a dozen points on shore. The Wedlock did not respond the Amalgamated shells until merely after vi:30 a.m. Past then the Confederates had already fired some 200 cannonballs. The firing continued all day. Like many in Charleston, Mary Chesnut worried the boxing might spark a rebellion among her slaves. The outmatched Sumter soldiers, meanwhile, fought whatsoever way they could; with so few men, they at times manned but a half dozen guns. Frustrated, a couple of them sent a shot toward civilians watching the battle in front of the Moultrie Firm hotel on Sullivan'south Island.

Mary Chesnut: "The sound of those guns makes regular meals impossible. None of the states become to table. Tea-trays pervade the corridors going everywhere. Some of the anxious hearts prevarication on their beds and moan in lone misery.

"Non past one word or expect can nosotros detect any change in the demeanor of these negro servants….You lot could not tell that they even heard the awful roar going on in the bay, though it has been dinning in their ears night and day. People talk earlier them equally if they were chairs and tables. They brand no sign. Are they stolidly stupid? Or wiser than we are; silent and strong, biding their time?"

Abner Doubleday: "Our firing at present became regular, and was answered from the rebel guns which encircled u.s.a. on the four sides of the pentagon upon which the fort was built. The other side faced the open sea. Showers of balls from ten-inch columbiads and twoscore-two-pounders, and shells from thirteen-inch mortars poured into the fort in one incessant stream, causing great flakes of masonry to autumn in all directions. When the immense mortar shells, afterwards sailing high in the air, came down in a vertical direction, and buried themselves in the parade-ground, their explosion shook the fort like an earthquake.…

"Our fort had been congenital with reference to the penetration of shot when the quondam system of smooth-diameter guns prevailed. The balls from a new Blakely gun on Cummings Point, however, had forcefulness enough to go entirely through the wall which sheltered us, and some of the fragments of brick which were knocked out wounded several of my detachment.…

"They had a great reward over us, as their burn was full-bodied on the fort, which was in the centre of the circumvolve, while ours was diffused over the circumference."

James Chester: "The scarcity of cartridge-bags drove u.s. to some strange makeshifts. During the bombardment several tailors were kept decorated making cartridge-bags out of soldiers' flannel shirts, and we fired away several dozen pairs of woolen socks belonging to Major Anderson….

"Doubleday's men were not in the best of temper. They were irritated at the thought that they had been unable to inflict whatever serious damage on their antagonist, and although they had suffered no impairment in render, they were dissatisfied. The crowd of unsympathetic spectators was more than they could bear, and ii veteran sergeants determined to stir them upward a little.

"For this purpose they directed two 42-pounders on the crowd, and, when no officeholder was most, fired. The first shot struck nigh fifty yards short, and, bounding over the heads of the astonished spectators, went crashing through the Moultrie House. The second followed an nigh identical course, doing no damage except to the Moultrie House, and the spectators scampered off in a rather undignified manner."

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Around i p.1000., part of the Marriage fleet commanded by Gustavus Trick was spotted outside Charleston Harbor. Fox was surprised that fighting had already begun; thinking the first ships of his fleet were too lightly armed to run the gantlet of Confederate batteries, he decided to wait for the others earlier engaging. As the day's lite faded, his boats still lay outside the harbor, their inaction stirring anger amidst the men in the fort. At nighttime, the Federals halted their fire. The enemy, even so, kept up a slow barrage. It was, wrote Chester, a night of "great anxiety."

James Chester: "The fleet might send reenforcements; the enemy might try an assault. Both would come in boats; both would answer in English. It would be horrible to burn upon friends; information technology would exist fatal not to fire upon enemies. The night was night and dank. Shells were dropping into the fort at regular intervals, and the men were tired, hungry, and out of atmosphere. Whatever party that approached that night would have been rated every bit enemies upon general principles."

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Both sides resumed heavy firing after light the next day, April 13. By 8 a.yard., hot shot from the Confederates had touched off a fire within the fort; heavy smoke billowed over it.

Abner Doubleday: "Past xi a.m. the conflagration was terrible and disastrous. One-fifth of the fort was on fire, and the wind drove the smoke in dumbo masses into the angle where we had all taken refuge. It seemed impossible to escape suffocation. Some lay down shut to the basis, with handkerchiefs over their mouths, and others posted themselves virtually the embrasures, where the smoke was somewhat lessened past the draught of air….

"The scene at this time was really terrific. The roaring and crackling of the flames, the dense masses of whirling smoke, the bursting of the enemy's shells, and our own which were exploding in the burning rooms, the crashing of the shot, and the sound of masonry falling in every management, made the fort a pandemonium."

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The fleet remained outside the harbor. Heavy seas prevented Fox from sending fifty-fifty rowboats of men to aid Sumter. About 1 p.m., the fort'due south flagstaff cruel. Soldiers rushed to create a makeshift staff and raise the flag again, merely the Rebels sensed victory was near.

Augustus Dickert: "A shout of triumph hire the air from the thousands of spectators on the islands and the mainland. Flags and handkerchiefs waved from the hands of excited throngs in the city, as tokens of approving of eager watchers. Soldiers mount the ramparts and shout in exultation, throwing their caps in the air."

Nether a white flag, the Rebels approached Sumter—starting time, Louis Wigfall, a South Carolina politician, then three men sent by Beauregard, including his adjutant, Captain Stephen Lee.

Stephen Lee: "Fire was still raging in the barracks, and settling steadily over the mag. All egress was cut off except through the lower embrasures. Many shells from the Confederate batteries, which had fallen in the fort and had not exploded, as well equally the manus-grenades used for defense, were exploding as they were reached by the fire. The wind was driving the heat and smoke down into the fort and into the casemates, most causing suffocation. Major Anderson, his officers, and men were blackened past fume and cinders, and showed signs of fatigue and exhaustion."

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In the negotiations that followed, Anderson, low on armament, agreed to evacuate the side by side day, April 14. He and his men were promised safe transfer to New York. After 34 hours of shelling, the battle was over. Sumter had fired roughly i,000 shots, the Confederates more than 3 times that. No ane was killed (ii Marriage men died when a cannon fired prematurely while the flag was beingness lowered). Confederates who had wanted to avoid spilling blood to gain independence could cheer.

Mary Chesnut: "Our flag is flying there. Fire-engines have been sent for to put out the fire. Everybody tells yous half of something and and then rushes off to tell something else or to hear the last news.

"In the afternoon, Mrs. Preston, Mrs. Joe Heyward, and I collection around the Bombardment. We were in an open carriage. What a changed scene—the very liveliest crowd I think I ever saw, everybody talking at once. All spectacles were still turned on the grim old fort."

New York Times: "Within Fort Sumter everything simply the casemates is in utter ruin. The whole thing looks like a blackened mass of ruins….The wall looks like a honey-comb. Nigh the meridian is a breach as big as a cart….

"The scene in the urban center after the raising of the flag of truce and the give up is indescribable; the people were perfectly wild. Men on horseback rode through the streets proclaiming the news, amid the greatest enthusiasm….The bells have been chiming all mean solar day, gun[south] firing, ladies waving handkerchiefs, people cheering, and citizens making themselves generally demonstrative. It is regarded every bit the greatest day in the history of South Carolina."

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The next day, around 4:xxx p.thou., the Sumter men marched through the ruined gate of the fort and boarded a steamer, Anderson with flag tucked nether his arm, his company'southward band playing "Yankee Doodle." Burn however smoldered within the fort, and smoke hung in the air. Boats had been bringing Southerners out all day to encounter the wrecked fort.

Abner Doubleday: "The bay was live with floating arts and crafts of every description, filled with people from all parts of the Southward in their holiday attire….As we went on board the Isabel, with the drums beating the national air, all eyes were fixed upon u.s. amidst the deepest silence. It was an hour of triumph for the originators of secession in Due south Carolina, and no incertitude it seemed to them the culmination of all their hopes; but could they accept seen into the futurity with the eye of prophecy, their joy might have been turned into mourning."

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