White House gossip : $b from Andrew Johnson to Calvin CoolidgeColman, Edna M. (Edna Mary)
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White House gossip : $b from Andrew Johnson to Calvin Coolidge
Colman, Edna M. (Edna Mary)
Presidents -- United States -- Biography; Washington (D.C.) -- Social life and customs; White House (Washington, D.C.)
“Here ensued a long and eventful pause. What thronging memories it
brought to Booth, we can only guess. In this little interval he made
the resolve to die. But he was cool and steady to the end. Baker,
after a lapse, hailed for the last time.
“‘Well, we have waited long enough; surrender your arms and come out,
or we’ll fire the barn.’
“Booth answered thus: ‘I am but a cripple, a one-legged man. Withdraw
your forces one hundred yards from the door, and I will come. Give me
a chance for my life, Captain, I will never be taken alive.’
“Baker--‘We did not come here to fight, but to capture you. I say
again, appear, or the barn shall be fired.’
“Then, with a long breath, which could be heard outside, Booth cried
in sudden calmness, still invisible, as were to him his enemies:
“‘Well, then, my brave boys, prepare a stretcher for me.’
“There was a pause, broken by low discussions within between Booth and
his associate, the former saying, as if in answer to some remonstrance
or appeal, ‘Get away from me, you are a damned coward and mean to
leave me in my distress; but go! go! I don’t want you to stay. I won’t
have you stay.’ Then he shouted aloud:
“‘There’s a man inside who wants to surrender.’...
“At this time, Herold was quite up to the door, within whispering
distance of Baker. The latter told him to put out his hands to be
handcuffed, at the same time drawing open the door a little distance.
Herold thrust forth his hands, when Baker, seizing him, jerked him
into the night, and straightway delivered him over to a deputation of
cavalrymen. The fellow began to talk of his innocence and plead so
noisily that Conger threatened to gag him unless he ceased. Then Booth
made his last appeal, in the same clear, unbroken voice:
“‘Captain, give me a chance. Draw off your men and I will fight them
singly. I could have killed you six times to-night, but I believe you
to be a brave man, and would not murder you. Give a lame man a show.’
“It was too late for parley. All this time Booth’s voice had sounded
from the middle of the barn.
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