This morning we still occupy the position gained last
evening. There is no firing this morning. Why this quiet? Why this stillness?
The enemy may be preparing for a more determined resistance. But no, there is a
truce! Grant is now holding communication with the rebel General Buckner. Buckner
gives terms upon which he will surrender. Grant says, “No, I demand an
unconditional surrender. I propose to move immediately upon your works.” He
waits for an answer. All are in suspense now. Go with me to yonder elevation;
look eastward; the sun is far on its journey, while over the broad land church
bells are ringing; and while the loyal people are breathing a prayer to heaven
for the army and navy, fifty thousand warriors are being drawn up in line of
battle. Away yonder in the woods, we see the General moving, followed by his
staff, and in the language of Campbell in his description of the battle of the
Baltic,
“As their war steeds went surging
on their path,
There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.”
But hark! what mean those shouts that come rolling down the
line? “Fort Donelson is ours!" The rebel flag has been lowered, and afar
we see the white flag waving. An unconditional surrender has been made of the
whole rebel force and munitions of war. With colors flying and drums beating,
we pass into Fort Donelson. Our quarters to-night are those lately occupied by
the rebels. The Seventh feels good, knowing that they have helped to gain a
brilliant victory, adding new glory to the old flag.
SOURCES: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh
Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 35-6
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