. . . . This has been a day of gloom and doubt. Everybody
seems filled with a vague distrust and recklessness. The idea seemed to be reached
by Lincoln when chatting with the volunteers this morning, he said: “I don't
believe there is any North! The Seventh Regiment is a myth! Rhode Island is not
known in our geography any longer. You are the only Northern realities.”
Seward's messengers, sent out by the dozen, do not return. The Seventh and
Butler's are probably still at Annapolis. A rumor this evening says the
Railroad is in the hands of the Government and the Seventh's sappers and miners
are at work repairing it. . . .
SOURCES: Clara B. Hay, Letters of John Hay and
Extracts from Diary, Volume 1, p. 23-4
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