Nothing was destroyed, either before the capitulation or while the capitulation was going on, or afterwards.
The most scrupulous regard was paid to their promises.
They defended their works like men, and had they been fighting for the flag under which they were born instead of against it, it would have been honor enough for any man to have said he had fought by their side.
After the capitulation was signed, I sent Commander W. B. Renshaw to Fort Jackson, and Lieutenant-Commander Ed. Nichols to Fort St. Philip to receive the surrender of the forts.
The rebel flag was hauled down and the stars and stripes once more floated over the property of the United States.
The sun never shone on a more contented and happy looking set of faces than those of the prisoners in and about the forts.
Many of them had not seen their families for months, and a large portion had been pressed into a service distasteful to them, subject to the rigor of a discipline severe beyond measure