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The Daily Dispatch: July 1, 1861., [Electronic resource], Cause of the Disturbance at Milwaukee. (search)
p the Bay a few miles from the Fort tress, heavy cannonading was heard in the direction of Newport News Point, which was supposed to be from a trial of guns at Craney Island. The Baltimore Clipper, of the same date, says: A few minutes after the Adelaide quitted Old Point, a heavy firing was heard in the direction of Newport News Point. Many assert that the Federal forces had attacked that point, while the officers on the boat say that the firing was from Crany Island, where the rebels were practising with rifle cannon. We learn from a gentleman from Old Point Comfort, that the report in our morning's is sue of yesterday, that Surgeon Hebnops at Norfolk, 2,500 this side of the city, and 1,500 at Portsmouth, all busily engaged in fortifications. He knows nothing about the condition of affairs at Craney Island and Sewell's Point. Fruit and vegetables are cheap at Norfolk, but flour is scarce and all articles usually imported bring high prices. A refugee from Richmo
The Daily Dispatch: July 1, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
ome a little further in it, And you'll wish you were Wooden we can swallow, We can stand your paper sales, And your solid wares all hollow, And the hollow full of holes, And the codfish and the onions; But want it rather hard That meaning of the ions And that burning of the Yard? You would starve no in our mountains-- Would sweep us from our plates; You would poison all our fountain-- You would burn our bending grains. You would plunder every dwelling-- You would murder are and youin-- You — but tongue refrains from telling Every other bider truth. Urge on your vaunted columns; ut know, each sacred food Where the smoke cloud wreathes its volumes Shall be fattened with your blood. By the God that is above us-- By the fruit of all our toil, We will fight for those that love us, We will lay you on our soil. While your feet that soil are pressing Every cheek with shame will burn, And (with God Almighty blessing) You never shall return Company F, Craney Island, June 28, 1861.