Identifier: abrahamlincolnba03newy (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War
Year: 1908 (1900s)
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Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Generals Generals
Publisher: (New York, N.Y.) : (The Century Co.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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THE LAST BIT OF WRITING DONE BY LINCOLN the man struck the floor his left leg bentand a bone snapped, but instantly he wasup; and limping to the middle of the stage,a long strip of the silken banner trailing fromhis stirrup, he turned full on the house, whichstill stared straight ahead, searching for themeaning of the mufl3ed pistol shot. Brand-ishing his dagger and shouting so manythought, though there were others whoseears were so frozen with amazement thatthey heard nothing — Sic semper tyrannis ! he turned to fly. Not, however, before morethan one person in the house had said to him-self, Why, it is John Wilkes P,ooth! Notbefore others had realized that the shot wasthat of a murderer, that the womans cry inthe box came from Mrs. Lincoln, that the
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WATCHING AT THE BEDSIDE OF THE DYING PRESIDENT ON THE NIGHT OF APRIL 14, AND 15, 1865. 382 THE DEATH OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN. lYesident in all the turmoil alone sat calm,his head unmoved on his breast. As thesefew crrasped the awful meaning of the con-fused scene, it seemed to them that theycould not rise nor cry out. They stretchedout inarticulate arms, struggling to tearthemselves from the nightmare which heldthem. When strength and voice did return,they plunged over the seats, forgetting theircomp^anions, bruising themselves, and clam-bered to the stage, cry ing aloud in rage and de-spair. Hang him. hang him! But Booth,though his leg was broken, was too quick.He struck with his dagger at one who caughthim. plunged through a familiar back exit,and. leaping upon a horse standing ready forhim, fled. When those who pursued reachedthe street, they heard only the rapidly re-ceding clatter of a horses hoofs. But while a few in the house pursuedBroth, others had thought only of reachingthe box.

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