Ohio archæological and historical quarterly . bannister front. Mrs. Lincoln rose partlyto her feet — extending her arms forward and upward,and uttering some mournful cries or words that I didnot understand. I jumped up on my chair and cried: Hang the scoundrel! (Using some expletives not very creditable to myself.) I did not then think hehad had time to make his escape, but that he could orwould be arrested by some of the troupe. As I saw noone on the stage when the assassin landed on it, it is notprobable that any member of the company really knewwhat had happened until the assassin had left
Ohio archæological and historical quarterly . bannister front. Mrs. Lincoln rose partlyto her feet — extending her arms forward and upward,and uttering some mournful cries or words that I didnot understand. I jumped up on my chair and cried: Hang the scoundrel! (Using some expletives not very creditable to myself.) I did not then think hehad had time to make his escape, but that he could orwould be arrested by some of the troupe. As I saw noone on the stage when the assassin landed on it, it is notprobable that any member of the company really knewwhat had happened until the assassin had left thetheater: and this I have since seen stated in the publicprints is really the fact, although one or two of themsaw him running across the stage and had heard the 4 Ohio Arch, and Hist. Society Publications. shot, but did not know until too late, that the Presidenthad been assassinated. About this time Major Rathbone, (if I have the nameaccurately), rose in the Presidents box and called out:Is there any surgeon in the house? Then numbers. Congressman James B. Moreis. were rushing for the stage — many getting upon before me was a gentleman, whom I took to be anarmy surgeon, and a lady. He started forward; thelady clung to his arm, exclaiming, Oh, what will be-come of me! I tried to pacify her, telling her to letthe doctor go — that there was no danger now. Then Assassination of Abraham Lincoln. 5 the police came rushing in and commanded all to leavethe theater. I called to one of them to take charge ofthe lady, which he did. Two persons w^ere hoisted overthe heads of those who were on the stage into the Presi-dents box — whether the gentleman who had beenseated in front of me was one of them I do not know. The audience seemed to linger as if to learn if thePresident had been fatally wounded, but the police in-sisted on clearing the house. I went out with the crowd,but remained on the sidewalk until the President wascarried dow^n and across the street to the ho
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