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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 143 (search)
morning Fort Beauregard, on Bay Point, was also occupied, and several gunboats were sent up to Beaufort, and the town was found deserted. From one of the wounded rebels taken prisoner at Fort Walkportance of their aid must be great. Soon after landing, a detachment of men proceeded up to Beaufort, and found it tenantless except by one dilapidated person, who presented some traces of cultivacited only the risibles of our men as they raised, with many cheers, the Stars and Stripes over Beaufort. As I close my long and hasty letter, troops are being landed from the transports to occupy he heaviest attack will be on the south side. The inlet behind the north island leads north to Beaufort, and that behind the south island leads south to Savannah. Thursday, Nov. 7.--Early this mor arrival rebel gunboats were discovered through our glasses — some coming from the direction of Beaufort and others from Savannah — running down occasionally from Parry Island, which faces the entranc
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 144 (search)
Doc. 137 1/2. capture of Beaufort, S. C. A correspondent of the New York Herald, gives the following account of this capture:-- F no defences of any kind could be described, beside a battery near Beaufort, where the guns had been taken out and transferred to Bay Point. On arriving at a point about half a mile distant from Beaufort quite a number of persons were observed to leave the village, and hastily take Captain Collins, the senior officer of the gunboats, to proceed to Beaufort and suppress any excesses that the negroes might commit in their e them to continue in a state of slavery, and that they might go to Beaufort or to Hilton Head, as they pleased. They left, saying that they would return to Beaufort and make arrangements to remove, and they thought that all the slaves would come down to Hilton Head. Some of them hanee, Port Royal Bay, November 11, 1861. Our gunboats went up to Beaufort yesterday, land found the town and the river banks deserted by the
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 166 (search)
the highest among us. He enjoys the confidence of the people, and his reputation already renders powerless the arms of your enemies. By him we have won victories in the South, and by these victories we have assurances of triumphs yet to come. Beaufort is ours — Charleston may be ours — the whole country now disintegrated may be shortly united by the force of those arms of which you are a part, and the Union once more signify to the world the intent of that glorious motto, E Pluribus Unum. Thee protection of our homes, the safety of our families, the continuation of our domestic altars, and the protection of our firesides. In such a war we are justified, are bound to resort to every force within our power. Having opened the port of Beaufort, we shall be able to export millions of cotton bales, and from these we may raise the sinews of war. Do you say that we should not seize the cotton? No; you are clear upon that point. Suppose the munitions of war are within our reach, would we
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 213 (search)
tation on Hutchinson Island, about twelve miles above Otter Island, which was as far as the vessels could go. Here were a large number of negroes, but no white men, although they told me there was a picket of soldiers about three miles beyond. At this time I heard heavy firing, and as we all supposed it proceeded from the Pawnee, I hurried every one on board and returned down the river as quickly as possible; but, on reaching that vessel, was told that the sounds came from the direction of Beaufort. Then, with the Pawnee, got under way, and, accompanied by the other vessel, ran across the bay to Hunting Island's River, where I landed and looked for the fortifications on the point of Hunting Island, but could not find the least appearance of there ever having been any there. The light-house had been recently blown up, and all the public property carried away. I had now examined all the points mentioned in your letter, except Coffin's Landing, which had been visited by Lieutenant O
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 216 (search)
l the 13th of November, and was in regular communication with his friends and family until mail communication was cut off. All letters, excepting some of those from his family, were opened and read before he received them. He had access to the daily papers in Montgomery, and occasionally received papers from Richmond. The tone of the papers, and of persons with whom he conversed, were arrogant and confidant even to boasting, until the arrival of intelligence of the attack and capture of Beaufort by the Federal forces. This news fell like a wet blanket upon all their hopes. They made no secret of denouncing the rebel Government for not making a better defence. declaring there was no safety to the cities on the coast, and that no dependence whatever could be placed upon the fortifications. A tone of despair seemed to prevail, and the people were loud in their denunciations of a Government which gave them no security, nor intelligence of the actual condition of affairs, and the re
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 5 (search)
with thy duty performed; Till the season is turned into summer, And the last rebel stronghold is stormed. Let no knitting of mine be surrendered On a soldier afraid of the fight, Or be dropped by the way, or borne homeward, In some needless and panic-struck flight. The swift-rolling ball in my basket, Like destiny seems to unwind; One vision comes up as I widen, And one as I narrow and bind. Shall my sock be sent off to Missouri, For some of our brave Western boys? Or down to Port Royal and Beaufort, Where Sherman is making a noise? Or off to the old sea-girt Fortress,-- Or where, on Potomac's bright shore, There are regiments drilling and waiting For the word to go forward once more. Perchance this soft fabric, when finished, May cherish an invalid's foot; Or, in some wild scamper of horsemen, Lie hid in a cavalry boot. Perchance it may be taken prisoner, And down into Rebeldom borne; Peradventure — alas! the poor stocking-- It may by some rebel be worn! It may be cut through with
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 50 (search)
18. the way we went to Beaufort. Full fifty sail we were that day, When out to sea we sped away, With a feeling of brooding mystery; Bound — there was no telling where, But well we knew there was strife to share, And we felt our mission was bound to bear A place in heroic history. The man at the helm, nothing knew he, As he steered his ship out into the sea, On that morn of radiant beauty; And the ships outspread their wings, and flew Like sea-birds over the water blue, One thought alone each brewing. The rebel guns waked a fearful note From our rifled cannon's open throat, And our shells flew fast and steady. The battle is over — the strife is done-- The Stars and Bars from the forts have run-- The blow is struck, and victory won-- Beaufort is ours already! And then we sailed to the beautiful town, Where we tore the emblem of treason down, And planted the starry banner; And the breezes of heaven seemed to play With its folds in a tender and loving way, As though they were proud to
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 54 (search)
22. Zagonyi. by George H. Boker. Bold captain of the Body-Guard, I'll troll a stave to thee! My voice is somewhat harsh and hard, And rough my minstrelsy. I've cheered until my throat is sore For how our boys at Beaufort bore; Yet here's a cheer for thee! I hear thy jingling spurs and reins, Thy sabre at thy knee; The blood runs lighter through my veins, As I before me see Thy hundred men, with thrusts and blows, Ride down a thousand stubborn foes, The foremost led by thee. With pistol snap and rifle crack-- Mere salvos fired to honor thee-- Ye plunge, and stamp, and shoot, and hack The way your swords make free; Then back again — the path is wide This time — ye gods! it was a ride, The ride they took with thee! No guardsman of the whole command Halts, quails, or turns to flee; With bloody spur and steady hand They gallop where they see Thy leading plume stream out ahead, O'er flying, wounded, dying, dead; They can but follow thee. So, captain of the Body-Guard, I pledge a health t
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 137 (search)
Blasted B'S.--The B's have swarmed upon us for some time, and are more provocative of nightmare than mince pie at ten o'clock. We had Buchanan, Breckinridge, Black, Bright, Bigler, Bayard, Benjamin, and Brown to curse the nation in the civil ranks, and now we are haunted by Bull Run, Ball's Bluff, Big Bethel, and Bull's Bay, boldly entered by our fleet, notwithstanding the ominous prestige against B's. Blast the B's. We hope they will cease to swarm on the boughs of the Tree of Liberty. We hope our fleet will make no Bull in Bull's Bay, and regret that Beaufort begins with B.--Cleveland Plain Dealer. There seems to be another blasted B down at Belmont, Mo.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 240 (search)
One of the Beaufort (S. C.) negroes advertised his runaway master in the following clever travestie: $500 reward.--Rund away from me on de 7th ob dis month, my massa Julan Rhett. Massa Rhett am five feet leven inches high, big shoulders, brack har, curly shaggy whiskers, low forehead, an' dark face. He make big fuss when he go 'mong de gemmen, he talk ver big, and use de name ob de Lord all de time. Calls heself Suddern gemmen, but I suppose will try now to pass heself off as a brack maa deep scar on his shoulder from a fight, scratch cross de left eye, made by my Dinah when he tried to whip her. He neber look peple in de face. I more dan spec he will make track for Bergen kounty, in de furrin land ob Jarsey, whar I magin he hab a few friends. I will gib four hundred dollars for him if alive, an' five hundred if anybody show him dead. If he cum back to his kind niggers widout much truble, dis chile will receive him lubingly. Sambo Rhett. Beaufort, S. C., Nov. 9, 1861.
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