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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 12. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 22 0 Browse Search
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2 18 0 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 2 12 0 Browse Search
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 4. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier) 10 0 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 10 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: April 5, 1861., [Electronic resource] 10 0 Browse Search
Edward L. Pierce, Memoir and letters of Charles Sumner: volume 1 9 1 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 8 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: March 29, 1861., [Electronic resource] 8 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 6 0 Browse Search
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Mercury and Courier. From 8 o'clock until say 6 o'clock the firing was almost incessant. There was scarcely an interval that did not contain a reverberation of the heavy guns, and the shock of the rapid discharges trembling through the city called hundreds of citizens to the battery, wharves, steeples, and various look outs, where, with an interest never felt before, they looked on a contest that might decide the fate of their fair city. The picture was one not soon to be forgotten Gray old Sumter lay like a half aroused monster midway of the scene, only occasionally speaking his part in the angry dialogue. Far in the distance were the blockaders, taking no part in the fray. To the right, on Cummings's Point, was a little mound of earth, and every now and then we could see a band of artillerists gathered around the guns, a volume of smoke, and far to the right exploding in the vicinity of the enemy's batteries its well aimed shells. Still to the right of this was Battery