Major Anderson in Sumter.
and thought what if I lay down on the bed,
put the loaded revolver I had to my ear and
pulled the trigger! Of course I was no such
ass, but I thought it badly, for awhile.
When the bell rang (or rather when the gong
sounded) I went down-stairs to supper,
found Colt afterwards and kept him company
during the rest of the evening. I believe we
went again to see the �minstrels� and so ended
my Christmas Day.
26. Wednesday. Finishing letter. Wood
came again and dined with me, at my invi-
tation. About with Colt, I think to
St Andrews Hall, which the Secession convention
had just quitted, on the close of their day�s
labors. A colonial-looking interior, with a
full length portrait of the Queen in it, and
other portraits, the Pinckneys, Moultries &
others of Carolinian history.
27. Thursday. This morning, early, there
came to Colt�s chamber-door, as he subsequently
informed me, a certain acquaintance of his, one
Major Ripley who announced a fact which
had set all Charleston frantic in the words:
�By G__ Bob�s got �em, now! He�s in Sum-
ter and all h__l can�t get him out!� In
other words Major Anderson, had last night