Charleston, the place and the people, by St Julien Ravenel With illustrations by Vernon Howe Bailey . rscrossed from the pavement to the sea-wall jumping fromone roof to another rather than risk a passage among thehorse hoofs. When a country regiment marched down, itwas impossible to make room. It had to turn back to theBattery Garden. For two hours the shelling went steadily on with noresponse from Sumter. Even the flag did not go up untilthe sun rose; then with military precision it slowlyascended the staff and floated out to the breeze. MajorAnderson was saving ammunition, and his men were
Charleston, the place and the people, by St Julien Ravenel With illustrations by Vernon Howe Bailey . rscrossed from the pavement to the sea-wall jumping fromone roof to another rather than risk a passage among thehorse hoofs. When a country regiment marched down, itwas impossible to make room. It had to turn back to theBattery Garden. For two hours the shelling went steadily on with noresponse from Sumter. Even the flag did not go up untilthe sun rose; then with military precision it slowlyascended the staff and floated out to the breeze. MajorAnderson was saving ammunition, and his men were havingbreakfast, he afterward explained. At seven the fortbegan firing and kept on steadily though slowly all was said to be the first battle on record between twoforts firing at each other, as Moultrie and Sumter hurledtheir shot across the channel. The anxiety was awful; those batteries were filled withthe men of the town. Everything from eighteen tosixty was there. The first blaze of excitement was over, CONFEDERATE CHARLESTON. THE END 493. Old Warehouses near East Bay and as the hours went on a silent, mute dread took posses-sion,— all were keyed to too high a pitch for audibleemotion. Not a woman looking on but had her heart on 494 CHARLESTON one of those islands. Have you any relative there?asked a stranger of one young girl. My five brothers,she answered, — white, but calm. The old men movedabout restlessly; one or two muttered something aboutthe War of 1812 ! At last, at four in the afternoon, word came that noone was hurt—then rang out a shout that shook thetowers! Some women burst into tears, — one or twofainted. How such a miracle came to pass has never beenexplained. Shot and shell, admirably aimed, had beenflying to and fro for twelve hours. Guns had been dis-mounted, walls breached, batteries damaged, but no bloodhad been shed on either fort or islands ! All that nightand next day the cannonade went on. By twelve oclocka smoke was seen to rise from
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