Abraham Lincoln (1897) (14591268809)

Identifier: abrahamlincol1479coff (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Coffin, Charles Carleton, 1823-1896 Independent Order of Odd Fellows. Sovereign Grand Lodge
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Presidents
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
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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d, lifting her right hand that theofficer might know she was swearing a solemn oath. Little did she mis-trust that her words and acts would lead to the conviction of botliherself and Payne as conspirators in the terrible crime. The military authorities had little difficulty in getting upon thetrack of Booth and Harold. The trail began at the bridge across theEastern Branch. The besotted tavern - keeper of Surrattsville, fearinghe might be implicated, voluntarily came and told all he knew.The trail led to Port Tobacco. Soldiers Avere searching houses andscouring the woods. Gunboats were passing up and down the Poto-mac. Several times Jones had attempted to ferry them to the Virginiashore in the night and had turned back, but at last succeeded. InMaryland, Booth found those who gave hearty hospitality. He wasgreatly disappointed at not receiving a like welcome across the Poto-mac. He had struck the blow to avenoe the South, and was cliagrinedand angered by the coldness of his reception.
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(0. Dark corridor leiiding from the dress circle to box.—H. Entrance to corridor.—I. The bar nsed by Boothto prevent entrance from without.—J. Dress circle.—K. The parquette.—L. The foot-lights.—M. Thestage.—F. Open door to the Presidents box.—G. Closed door.—N. Place where Booth vaulted over tothe stage below.) DIAGRAM OP THE BOX OCCUPIED BY PRESIDENT LINCOLN. THE CLOSING SCENE. 525 Booth made this entry in his diary: Friday, April 21.—After being liuntcd like a dog through swamps and woods, andlast night chased by gunboats till I was forced to return, wet, cold, and starving, withevery mans hand against me, I am here in despair ! And why ? .For doing what Brutuswas honored for—what made Tell a hero. ... I struck for my country and that alone—acountry ground beneath his tyranny. And yet now behold the cold hand they extendto me. From those who gave him food he obtained newspapers, and learnedthat his fellow-actor, Mathews, had burned the article which had been