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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 29. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Jefferson Davis Monument Association holds the First celebration of the day of memory. (search)
aleb went to him to express his fears about the condition of the Secretary of State, who was not an expert horseman, Mr. Davis said: Captain, do not trouble yourself about the Secretary of State, if one of us escapes it will be he. He could never forget the night when, with guns cocked, the company which he commanded rode behind the President's ambulance from Abbeville, S. C. to Washington, Ga., where they were expecting a dash of the Confederate Cavalry any moment. They crossed the Savannah river bright and early on the morning of May 6, 1865, and entered Washington, Ga., where they remained two days. Colonel Johnston instructed him to report with his men to the President, who wished to bid him good-by. He stated that he had determined to disband his escort, because a small body of men could more easily elude the vigilance of the enemy than a large one, that a prize of $100,000 in gold had been offered for his capture, and every effort would be made to take him prisoner. Meet m
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 29. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Memoir of Jane Claudia Johnson. (search)
ort. The latter part of November we were divided, and a part of us sent to Hilton Head, S. C., and the rest to Fort Pulaski, Ga. I was sent to the latter place. Fort Pulaski was sixteen miles from the city of Savannah, at the mouth of the Savannah river. General Mullineaux was in command. This fort was divided into casemates, each twenty-four feet square. In one corner of each casemate was a slat trap-door, leading down into a basement below, which was about six feet deep. There was a basrd, and again come to the surface, and in this way was soon across. The escape reported. Sometime previous we had bribed a sentinel to tell us where we might find a yawl. Securing the yawl, we carried it to the wharf at the mouth of the Savannah, and, having no oars, were waiting for the tide to carry us up the river. It was only eight miles to the Confederate picket lines. Before we were able to get away, one of the prisoners in the fort reported to the authorities that some of the