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The Daily Dispatch: April 16, 1862., [Electronic resource] 13 1 Browse Search
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nciples of civilized warfare. A remarkable escape. The following particulars of the remarkable escape of Lieut. Atwell Johnston, of the Columbus (Miss.) Riflemen, who was captured at Donelson, forms quite an incident of the surrender, and wi of about 200 men, two of whom were free negro soldiers, a company of them having served, it is said, in the battle. Lieut Johnston was crashed at the idea of being taken a prisoner, and never, perhaps, being able to see his young wife and mother aarrying out the plan, as the boat anchored quietly in the river. They were taken from thence to Chicago, Ill, where Johnston succeeded in swapping off his uniform among his comrades until he obtained a suit of citizen's clothes. A large number of citizens received passes from the commanding officer to visit the prisoners daily. Johnston asked one of the visitors what was the form of obtaining admission, when he exhibited to him his pass. Closely observing the form of it, he wrote a pass
us achievement of our arms. And if we add to this that the victory is won by the soldiers who have been the neighbors, even the blood, of the incarcerated patriot in his distant dungeon, we may appreciate in some degree the emotion which distasted the following lines, penned by one of the most gifted of our Western patriots, on his hearing successively, or perhaps in the same hour, the glorious victories of Price in Arkansas, Sibley in New Mexico, of Morgan wherever he has appeared, and of Johnston and Beauregard on the bloody plains of Shiloh. He might well exclaim, as we did even here in Richmond, after the dark hours we had suffered. " The Day, the Day is Breaking!" See ye not that day is breaking, Freeman from their slumbers waiting, Mightier efforts daily making To break oppression's chain. Who would to Northern power? Who would quail in this stern hear? Who, when clouds of darkness lower, Could tamely yield again. Freemen, to the tented field! Right and j
there was a state upon her fair ex, on account of Donelson or Mill Springs, it has been forever wiped out with their own precious blood on the plains of Mississippi. Our line of battle extended fourteen miles; the right was commanded by Gen. Johnston; the centre by General Beauregard, and the left by Gen. Cheatham. As the day advanced, the enemy threw their whole fore on the left wing, when Gen. Beauregard changed his position to that wing. Another account. The Memphis Appeal, oeft are, retiring on his gunboats — has given way — his centre shaking, and shouts of victory pierce the air. But I could only guess at what transpired beyond my own little sphere. Suffice to say our gallant leaders, Beauregard, Bragg, Johnston, Gladden, Pork, Ruggies, Chalmere, Hindman, Cheatham, Bowen, Clark, Breckinridge, Loring, Wood, Slaughter, and Hardee, were charging a line three miles in length of a desperate and determined foe. That they whipped them at every point, and