The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1866-07-12
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e. Prison Life OfMr. Davis.
The following extracts are from work
lust issued by DR.. Craven, formerly Post
Surgeon at Fortress Monroe, and form a
vivid picture Of the incarceration and
treatment of the distinguished prisoner:
MAY 81, 1865 The procession into
the fort was under the immediate inspec
ton of Major General Halleck and Chas
81 A. Dana, then Assistant Secretary OF War:
Col. Pritchard of the Michigan cavalry,
who Immediately effected the capture, be-
ing the officer in command OF the guard
from the vessel to the fort. First came
Major General Miles holding the arm of
Mr.. Davis, who was dressed in a suit Of
plain Confederate gray, with gray slouch-
ed hat-always thin, and now looking
much wasted and haggard. Immediately
after these came Col. Pritchard accompa.
nyiug Mr.. Clay, with guard of soldiers
in their rear. Thus they passed through
files of men in blue from the Engineers
Landing to the Water Battery Postern !;
and on arriving at the casemates which
had been fitted up into cells for their in
carceration, Mr.. Davis was shown into
ssss....::e No. 2, and Clay into No. 4,
guards Of soldiers being stationed in the
cells numbered one, three and five upon
each side Of them. They entered; the
heavy doors changed behind them, and in
that clang was rung the final knell of the
terrible, but now extinct rebellion.
Being ushered into his inner cell by
General Miles, and the two doors leading
thereinto from the guard room being tas
tened, Mr. Davis, after surveying the pre-
misses for some moments, and looking out
through tie embrasure with such thoughts
passing over his lined and expressive face
as may be imagined. suddenly seated him
self in chair, placing both hands on his
knees, and asked one Of the soldiers pacing
ur and down within his cell this significant
question: (which way does the embrasurc
face Z"
The soldier was silent.
Mr.. Davis, raising his voice little, Ie
peated the inquiry.
But again dead silence or only the
measured footballs of the two pacing SEN
tries within, and the fainter echoes Of the
four without.
Addressing the other soldier as if the
first had been deaf and had not heard him,
the prisoner again repeated the inquiry.
But the second soldier rem aimed silent as
the first, slight twitching of his eyes only
intimating that he had heard the question,
but was forbidden to speak.
"Well," said Mr.. Davis, throwing his
hands up and breaking into bitter laugh,
81 wish my men could have been taught
your discipline y and then, rising from his
chair, commenced pacing back and forth
before the embrasure, now looking at the
silent sentry across the moat, and anon at
the two silently pacing soldiers who were
his companions in the casemate.
His sole reading matter, Bible and a
prayer book, his only companions those
two silent guards, his only food the ordna.
~ ra,ions OF bread and beef served out to
the soldiers of the garrison-thus passed
the first day and night of the ex-President's
confinement.
On the morning of the 23d of May, a
yet bitter trial was in store for the proud
spirit-a trial scverer, probably than has
ever in modern times been inflicted upon
any one who had enjoyed such eminence.
This morning Jefferson Davis was shack
led.
It was while all the swarming camps of
the armies of the Potomac, the Tennessee
and Georgia--over two hundred thousand
bronzed and laurelled veterans-were pre-.
pairing for the grand review of the next
morning, in which, passing in endless sue
cession before the mansion Of the Presi-
dent, the conquering military power of the
nation was to lay down its arms at the feet
OF the civil authority, that the following
scene was enacted at Fort Monroe:
Captain jerome Il. Titlow, of the Third
Pennsylvania artillery, entered the prison
er's cell, followed by the blacksmith of the
tort and bis assistant, the latter carrying
in his hands some heavy and harshly rat,
ting shackles. AS they entered, MI. Da.
Wis was reclining on his bed, food placed
near to him the preceding day still living
untouched on it's tin plate nea, his bedside
s "Well p said Mr.. Davis, as they enter.
cd, slightly raising his head.
u have an unpleasant duty to perform,
sir," said Captain Titlow; and as he spoke
the senior blacksmith took tho shackles
from the assistant.