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Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 3., Chapter 20: Peace conference at Hampton Roads.--the campaign against Richmond. (search)
owing up of the Confederate ram, Virginia, below the City. At seven o'clock in the morning, April 3, 1865. the retreating troops were all across the stream, when the torch was applied to Mayo's bridge and the railway bridges, and they were burned behind the fugitives. At about the same time, two more Confederate iron-clads (Fredericksburg and Richmond see note 8, page 531.) were blown up. The receiving-ship, Patrick Henry, was scuttled and sunk, and a number of small vessels, lying at Rocketts, were burned. The bursting of shells in the arsenal, when the fire reached them, added to the horrors of the scene. At noon, about seven hundred buildings in the business part of the City, including a Presbyterian church, were in ruins. it was while Richmond was in flames, on Monday morning, that National troops entered that City. General Godfrey Weitzel, as we have observed, was left on the North side of the James River, with a part of Ord's command, to hold the works there. He had
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 3., Chapter 21: closing events of the War.--assassination of the President. (search)
etween hostile powers, whether army against army, ship against ship, or ship against fort, more or less bravery has been, and is destined to be, displayed; but the uncertainty of the locality of the foe — the knowledge that a simple touch will lay your ship a helpless, sinking wreck upon the water, without even the satisfaction of firing one shot in return, calls for more courage than can be expressed ; and a short cruise among torpedoes will sober the most intrepid disposition. When near Rocketts, the President and the Admiral left the Malvern, and proceeded to the city in the commander's gig. With its crew, armed with carbines, they landed and walked to Weitzel's quarters, in the late residence of Davis, cheered on the way by the huzzas and grateful ejaculations of a vast concourse of emancipated slaves, who had been told that the tall man was their Liberator. They crowded around him so thickly, in their eagerness to see him, and to grasp his hand, that a file of soldiers were nee