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The Daily Dispatch: April 17, 1861., [Electronic resource], The Civil War. (search)
onel Ripley, who commanded Fort Moultrie after the departure of Major Anderson. The city is resuming its usual quiet. Everybody is exchanging congratulations over the successful termination of the fight; but soldiers are itching for a hand-to-hand brush.-- The Confederate flag and the Palmetto flag were hoisted on separate spars simultaneously. Dr. S. Wylie Crawford, the surgeon at Fort Sumter, who was slightly wounded, is a son of the Rev. Dr. Crawford, of Philadelphia. W. Porcher Miles, of Charleston, telegraphs to Mrs. Doubleday, at Washington, that a report of her husband's insanity is without foundation. It is believed that Capt. Doubleday, who is a strong Republican, refused to obey Major Anderson's command to surrender, and was consequently placed in irons. Will North Carolina respond? The Wilmington Journal, of Monday, asks and answers the question. Will Governor Ellis respond to Lincoln's demand for troops? We do not pretend to answer for Governo
The Daily Dispatch: April 17, 1861., [Electronic resource], Affairs at Pensacola. (search)
ts of the fortress seemed to be whether they would perish or surrender. At a quarter to one o'clock, the staff, from which the flag still waved, was shot away, and it was long in doubt whether, if there were the purpose, there was the ability to reerect it. But at the expiration of about 20 minutes, it again appeared upon the eastern rampart, and announced that resistance was not ended. In the mean time, however, a small boat started from the city wharf, bearing Colonels Lee, Pryor and Miles, Aids to Gen. Beauregard, with offers of assistance, if perchance the garrison should be unable to escape the names. As they approached the fort the flag appeared, and, as the firing from our butteries was unabated, they started to return, and had progressed, perhaps, the larger portion of the way, when a shout arose from the whole circle of spectators on the islands and the main land, announcing that the white flag of truce was waving from the ramparts. A small boat had already been seen