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The Daily Dispatch: August 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 16 (search)
my letters were a mouth since, when I felt so sure that the gloriously beautiful Brooklyn was commanded by a true blue patriot; but now, alas! all seems changed; distrust, doubt, luke warmness, efficiency. I hope our suspicions may prove groundless — that Captain Poor may be able to explain away his strange behavior. All hands on board are disgusted and disheartened. Muttering of the Abolitionists. Under the heading of "something to be looked after," the New York Times of the 16th inst. says: We have reason to believe that there is a good deal more than meets the eye in the proceedings now going on in Brooklyn, having for their object the release of the Baltimore Police Commissioners, now confined in Fort Lafayette. Justice Garrison, it will be remembered, has issued the writ and made some significant suggestions about serving it by aid of the military power. His antecedents are not such as to encourage the hope of any very high-toned devotion to the interests of t
The Daily Dispatch: August 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], Six days in an inundated coal pit. (search)
Six days in an inundated coal pit. On the 16th, a coal bit at Kelvineide, near Glasgow, was inundated. Several persons were drowned; but on the 21st, three of the soldiers — John Johnson, Thomas Cairney, and Michael Daley — were rescued alive. The Glasgow Herald gives the following account of the marvellous circumstances under which these men escaped death: The three men had, not been more than five minutes in the pit when the accident occurred, but they did not discover it for several hours. They then proceeded down the sloping side to the edge of the water, which was now, however, forcing its way into the upper working. They retreated, and proceeded along the passage till they had again reached the level part of its course, and went down the opposite slope. The water was forcing its way up that side, also — not pure water, but a putrid, stinking flood, that made them almost recoil. The poor fellows found themselves thus walled in between the two floods, forty fat<