his company melted away as mysteriously as it had sprung into existence.
The unfortunate colonel undertook to return to his residence.
As he was passing through Thirty-second street, he was attacked by the very ruffians whose lives he had so unwisely spared, and after being subjected to horrible brutalities, was dragged almost naked into his own back yard, where he died in agony, surrounded by a howling crowd of ferocious men and women.
This tragedy was a type of the acts that were being perpetrated in twenty different parts of the city.
The mob had asserted itself, and the spirit of pandemonium was set loose.
It is impracticable to give a detailed account of all the riotous and murderous transactions.
Detachments of police and military were incessantly setting out from the Mulberry
street headquarters, returning for a brief rest, and then sallying forth again.
Wherever a mob was encountered, it was charged upon relentlessly, with utter disregard to the relative strength of the two forces; and in every case the rioters were repulsed with heavy loss.
Finally, they ceased showing fight on the open streets, and, at the first appearance of their determined pursuers, broke and fled, to assemble again at some distant point, and resume their work of havoc.
In all the proceedings, from Tuesday morning on, no co-operation was received from General Sanford
by General Brown
or Commissioner Acton
Members of volunteer regiments, who chanced to be in the city, tendered their services; and nearly four hundred citizens were sworn in at police headquarters, as specials, receiving clubs and badges.
Business was closed down town, and the merchants and bankers resolved to volunteer, in companies of one hundred each, to serve under the military.
William E. Dodge
was made captain of one of these companies.
The armory, at White and Elm streets, was guarded by a mixed command of the Eighty-fourth New York Militia and some Zouaves.
The sub-treasury and custom-house were similarly defended.
In front of the government stores, in Worth and White streets, the Invalid Corps
and a squad of marines patrolled, while howitzers, loaded with grape and canister, stood ready for action.
All this time the fight was going on in every direction, while the constant ringing of fire-bells contributed to increase the constantly-spreading terror of the citizens.
The negro population were hunted down mercilessly, and the ferryboats were crowded through the day by the poor wretches, fleeing for their lives.
Scenes of violence and carnage, such as I have described, prevailed in the streets of New York from Monday noon until Thursday night. The political sentiment, which displayed itself in