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Third Day of Draft Riots
Scenes in the City and at Head-quarters.
Fight in Eighth Avenue. Cannon sweep the Streets. Narrow
Escape of Captain Howell and Colonel Mott. Battle for
Jackson's Foundry. Howitzers clear the Street. State of
Things shown by Telegraph Despatches. General Sandford sends
out a Force against a Mob, at Corner of Twenty-ninth Street
and Seventh Avenue. Colonel Gardin's Fight with the Mob. Is
Wounded. Mob Victorious. Dead and Wounded Soldiers left in
the Street. Captain Putnam sent to bring them away.
Disperses the Mob. Terrific Night.
Tuesday had been a day of constant success to the police and
military, and many thought that the rioters were thoroughly
disheartened, and but little more hard fighting would be
done. There had been two days of exhausting work, and both
parties were well tired out. The commissioners, certainly,
could not stand this terrible strain much longer.
Forty-eight hours without sleep or rest, and all the time
under the intensest mental strain, was telling on even the
wiry Acton, though he would confess to no fatigue.
To one who could take in all that was passing in New York on
this morning, the city would have presented a strange
appearance.
The magnitude and demonstrations of the mob had aroused
great fear for the Navy Yard and the naval property of the
Government, and the marine company that had been on duty
with the police was recalled by Admiral Paulding for their
protection; and this morning six war vessels, carrying in
all over ninety guns, shotted and trained, could be seen
drawn up, so as to command every avenue to the yard, while
the iron clad battery Passaic and a gun boat lay off the
Battery to protect Fort Columbus during the absence of its
garrison. Marines armed to the teeth, and howitzers, guarded
all the entrances to the Navy Yard. Broadway was almost
deserted no stages were running, street cars had disappeared
only here and there shutters were taken down from the
stores, and it looked like Sabbath day in the city. But at
police head quarters all was activity. The African church
nearly opposite was filled with soldiers stretched on the
seats and floor of the building. Another house, a few doors
from the police building, was also crowded with soldiers.
The owner of this empty house, having sent a flat refusal to
Acton's request for the use of it, the latter quietly told
the policemen to stave in the door. It took but a few
minutes to send it from its hinges; and now the troops were
quartered in it also; for all those in the service of the
United States, under General Brown, had their head-quarters
here.
In the basement of the police building was the telegraph,
with the wires running like nerves to every part of the
city, over which inquiries and answers were continually
passing. Rooms all around were filled with rations obtained
from a neighboring grocery and meatmarket, taken with or
without leave. On the main floor, on one side, in their
office sat the weary commissioners; on the other, were
Inspectors Carpenter, Dilks, and Leonard, fit, each one to
be a general, while scattered around were police captains,
detectives, and patrolmen. On the second story were the
clerks, copyists, etc.; while the top floor was crowded with
colored refugees, who had fled thither for protection. Some
were standing and conversing, others sitting in groups on
boxes, or walking from room to room; many of these sad and
serious, as they thought of missing relatives and friends,
while the colored man placed over them, with his shirt
sleeves rolled up, was, with his assistants, dealing out
provisions.
But soon it was announced that a vast crowd, numbering some
five thousand, was assembled near Eighth Avenue and
Thirty-second Street, sacking houses and hanging negroes.
General Dodge and Colonel Mott, with Captain Howell,
commanding Eighth Regiment Artillery, were at once
dispatched thither. As they marched up the avenue, they saw
three negroes hanging dead, while the crowd around filled
the air with fiendish shouts. As the firm, compact head of
the column moved forward, the mob fell back, but did not
scatter. Colonel Mott dashed forward on horseback and cut
down one of the negroes with his sword. This seemed to be
the signal for the mob to commence the attack, and the next
moment they rushed forward on the soldiers with stones,
brick bats, and slung shots. Colonel Mott then told Captain
Howell to bring two pieces into battery on the corner of
Thirty-second Street and Seventh Avenue, so as to sweep the
streets; but he could not get through the dense crowd to do
so. The infantry and cavalry were then ordered up and told
to clear the way. The former, with level bayonets, and the
latter with drawn sabres, charged on the mass, which parted
and fell back some distance, and then halted. Captain Howell
then advanced alone, and ordered the rioters to disperse, or
he should fire on them. To this they replied in sullen
silence. The apparent unwillingness of the captain to fire
emboldened them to believe that he would not fire at all.
Although they refused to disperse, the officers, as long as
they made no assault, declined to give the word to fire.
This delay encouraged the rioters still more; and either
believing the guns, whose muzzles pointed so threateningly
on them, were loaded with blank cartridges, or grown
desperate and reckless with rage, they suddenly, as though
moved by a common impulse, rushed forward and rained stones
and missiles of every kind on the soldiers. Seeing that
their object was to seize the guns and turn them on the
troops, the word to fire was given. The next moment a puff
of smoke rolled out, followed with a report that shook the
buildings. As the murderous shot tore through the crowded
mass, they stopped, and swayed heavily back for a moment,
when the pieces were quickly reloaded, and again sent their
deadly contents into their midst, strewing the pavements
with the dead and dying. Those, however, in the rear, being
protected by the mass in front, refused to give way, and it
was not till five or six rounds had been fired that they
finally broke and fled down the side streets. The military
then broke into columns and marched up and down the streets,
scattering everything before them, and arresting many of the
rioters.
Having finished their work, they returned to head-quarters.
As they left the district, the mob, or a portion of it,
gathered together again, and strung up afresh the lifeless
bodies of the negroes.
A few hours later, Captain Brower, with a police force, was
sent thither, to take down and remove the bodies of any
negroes that might be still hanging. He did so without
molestation.
Captain Howell's murderous fire on the mob came very near
causing his death two days after. Having the curiosity to
witness the scene of his struggle with the mob, he took his
carriage, and drove over to it. A gang of seven or eight
ruffians, seeing his uniform, cried out, "There's the man
who fired on us here let us hang him." Their shouts called
others to the spot, and almost before the captain was aware
of his danger, some fifty men were assembled, and at once
made a dash at the driver, and ordered him to stop. Captain
Howell, quickly drawing his revolver, pointed it at the
driver, and ordered him to turn down Thirty-first Street,
and give his horses the whip, or he would shoot him on the
spot. The man obeying, lashed his horses into a run. At this
moment the crowd was all around the carriage, and one man
was climbing up behind, when he fell and was run over. A
shower of stones and brick bats followed, breaking in the
panels of the carriage, and narrowly missing the captain's
head.
One stone struck an old wound in his side, and for a moment
paralyzed his arm. The crowd with yells and shouts followed
after, when he turned and emptied his revolver at them
through the back window, which brought them to a halt.
Colonel Mott had a similar escape the day before. Passing
down one of the avenues in a carriage, he was recognized by
some of the rioters, who immediately assailed him with
stones, and fired at him. One of the bullets passed through
the cushion on which he was sitting.
Soon after this affair in Seventh Avenue, word was
telegraphed that Jackson's foundry, corner of Twenty-eighth
Street, First and Second Avenues, was threatened. A military
force was dispatched forthwith to it, piloted by four
policemen. At Twenty-first Street and First Avenue, they
were fired on by the mob. The attack was continued through
the street to Second Avenue, and up this to Twenty-fifth
Street, without any notice being taken of it by the troops.
Made reckless by this forbearance, the rioters began to
close up in more dangerous proximity, when the howitzer was
unlimbered and pointed down the avenue. The mob not liking
the looks of this, scattered, when the column resumed its
march. The mob then rallied, and followed after, with shouts
and distant shots, till the foundry on Twenty-eighth Street
was reached. Here another mob came up from First Avenue, and
the two made a simultaneous attack. The command was then
given to fire, and a volley was poured into the crowd.
Rapidly loading and firing, the troops soon stretched so
many on the pavement, that the rest broke and fled. The
military then entered the building and held it. The mob
gathered around it, threatening to storm it, but could not
pluck up courage to make the attempt. They seemed especially
exasperated against the policemen, and had the effrontery to
send a committee to the officer in command, demanding their
surrender. If their request was refused, they declared they
would storm the building at all hazards; but if complied
with, they would disperse. The committee had to shout out
their demands from the street. In reply, the officer told
them if they did not take themselves off instantly, he would
fire upon them; upon which they incontinently took to their
heels.
As the day wore on, things began to wear a still more
threatening aspect. Dispatches came in from every quarter,
announcing the activity of the mob. To a question sent to
the Thirteenth Precinct, a little past twelve, inquiring how
things were going on in Grand Street, was returned the
following reply: "Lively; store keepers have fired into the
mob; no force there yet."
12.20. From Twenty-first. Building corner Thirty-third
Street, Second Avenue, is set on fire by the mob.
12.50. From Fifteenth. Send assistance to Twenty-first
Precinct; they are about attacking it.
12.55. From Twenty-sixth. It is reported that Government
stores in Greenwich, near Liberty, are on fire; fired by
mob.
1.10. From Twenty-seventh. Send more men here forthwith.
1.25. From Fourth. Fire corner of Catharine Street and East
Broadway.
1.45. A man just in from Eleventh Precinct, reports a number
of bands of robbers, numbering from fifty to one hundred
each, breaking into stores in Houston, near Attorney Street.
1.47 P.M. From Twenty-ninth. The mob have cleared
Twenty-first Precinct station house.
2 P.M. From Twenty-ninth. A large mob surrounded Captain
Green's house, Twenty-eighth Street, Third Avenue. He
escaped out of the back window; they threatened to hang him.
3.10 P.M. To Eleventh. Send to foot of Fourteenth Street,
East River, and if military is there, send word here
forthwith.
3.15. From Twenty-fourth. Mob are firing the building on
Second Avenue, near Twenty-eighth Street. Immediate
assistance is required. Houses occupied by negroes, who are
fleeing for their lives.
3.25. From Twentieth. The mob are sacking houses at
Twenty-seventh Street and Seventh Avenue. We have no force
to send.
3.30. From Twenty-first. There is an attack on the colored
people in Second Avenue, between Twenty-eighth and
Twenty-ninth Streets.
3.40. From Eleventh. Send to 242 Stanton Street, and take
possession of cavalry swords forthwith.
There were five thousand cavalry swords there, and the mob
were assembling to capture them; and the telegram announcing
the fact, and the one ordering a force to seize them, were
received and answered the same minute.
3.55. To Twenty-first. How do things look?
Ans . Very bad; large crowd in Thirty-fifth Street, near
Third Avenue, and no assistance from adjoining precinct.
4 o'clock. To Twenty-first. What is going on?
Ans . The mob have captured some five or six negroes, and
are preparing to hang them; be quick with reinforcements.
4.43. From Twentieth. News have just come in that the mob
are about to attack the Twenty-second Precinct station
house.
5.15. From Sixteenth. Send us one hundred special shields
and clubs; the citizens are arming up well.
5.15. From Twenty-ninth. Who feeds the special men?
Ans . You must, far as able.
Reply . No money.
Ans . It makes no difference; they must be fed; we are
responsible.
5.20. From Twenty-ninth. The rioters are now on Seventh
Avenue and Twenty-eighth Street. They have just killed a
negro; say they are going to cut off the Croton; they have
pickaxes and crowbars; and also say they will cut off the
gas; so reported by one of our men, who has been in the
crowd; they were about to fire corner of Twenty-eighth
Street and Seventh Avenue, when he came away.
To have cut off the water and extinguished the gas, would
have been master strokes; but the military arrived in time
to prevent it.
5.25. From First. Riot at Pier 4, North River; they have
killed negroes there.
Thus, at the same moment, from the two extreme ends of the
city, came the news of riots and calls for help. From points
five miles apart, the wires would bring simultaneously
tidings that showed the mob omnipresent.
In the midst of all these incessant exhausting labors, the
following telegram came from the Twentieth Precinct:
"General Sandford says he has so many negroes at the
arsenal, that he must get rid of them."
Acton's answer was characteristic. He had no time for
formalities or courteous exchange of views. In an instant
there flashed back over the wires the curt reply:
"Tell General Sandford he must do the best he can with them
there."
General Sandford had at this time about the same number of
men under his command at the arsenal that General Brown had
at police head-quarters; yet the former, up to this morning,
had not sent out a single company to assist the police to
arrest the devastations of the mob. He apparently did not
know what was going on, had hardly kept up any communication
with the Police Commissioners or Governor Seymour, but now
begs the former to relieve him of some colored refugees, as
if the overworked commissioners had not enough on their
hands already. This request is especially noteworthy, when
taken in connection with his after report, in which he
states that on this morning the riot was substantially over;
so much so, at least, that the police could do all that was
necessary without the aid of the military. It would seem
that if he really thought that the rest of the work should
be left to them, he might have sent off some of his troops,
and made room for the negroes in the arsenal.
At about two o'clock in the afternoon word was received that
a large number of muskets were secreted in a store on
Broadway, near Thirty-third Street; and Colonel Meyer was
ordered to proceed thither, with thirty-three soldiers
belonging to Hawkins' Zouaves, and take possession of them.
Reaching the place, he found a large mob gathered, which was
momentarily increasing. He, however, succeeded in entering
the building, and brought out the arms. An Irishman
happening to pass by in his cart, the colonel seized it, and
pitching in the guns, closed around it, and moved off.
Citizens offering their services were coming in all day, and
a company was formed and placed under the command of Charles
A. Lamont, and did good service. Others also were enrolled
and placed on duty.
Colonel Sherwood's battery of rifled cannon arrived in the
afternoon, and was put in position in front of the arsenal,
where the firing of pickets all day would indicate that an
attack was momentarily expected. This did not look as if
General Sandford thought the riot substantially over.
At about five o'clock, it was ordered by Sandford, with an
infantry force of one hundred and fifty, to corner of
Twenty-seventh Street and Seventh Avenue, to quell a mob
assembled in large numbers at that point, and which were
gutting, and plundering, and firing houses. As they
approached, they saw flames bursting from windows, while, to
complete the terror of the scene, the body of a negro hung
suspended from a lamp post, his last struggle just ended. At
the same time that the military arrived, firemen, who had
come to put out the fire, reached the spot in another
direction. One portion of the mob immediately took shelter
behind the latter, so that the troops dared not fire and
clear the streets, while another ran up to the house tops,
armed with guns and pistols, for the purpose of firing into
the ranks below. The colonel told his men to keep a sharp
lookout, and at the first shot fire. Scores of guns were
immediately pointed towards the roofs of the houses. In the
meantime, from some cause not fully explained, the imposing
force, after this demonstration, marched away, leaving the
mob in full possession of the field. It had hardly reached
the protection of the arsenal again, when the plundering and
violence recommenced; and in a short time two more negroes
were amusing the spectators with their death throes, as they
hung by the neck from lamp posts. This was the second
expedition sent out by Sandford, the commander in chief of
the military, during the riot.
Towards evening word was brought to the Seventh Regiment
armory that the mob had gathered in great force in First
Avenue, between Eighteenth and Nineteenth Streets.
Colonel Winston, in command, immediately ordered out a
force, composed in part of the military, and in part of
enrolled citizens, and with a battery of two howitzers,
under command of Colonel Jardine, of Hawkins' Zouaves,
marched rapidly to the scene of disturbance. Passing down
Nineteenth Street to the avenue, it halted, and unlimbering
the pieces, trained them so as to command the avenue, while
the infantry formed in line to support them. As soon as the
rioters saw the guns bearing on them, they dodged into
basements, and mounted to the windows and roofs of the
tenement buildings that abounded in that vicinity. A number
of them armed with muskets and pistols, and the rest with
stones and brick bats, began a fierce and determined attack
on the troops. The howitzers, loaded with grape and
canister, at once swept the street. After the first
discharge, but few ventured to show themselves in the
avenue, until after they heard the report, when they would
dodge from behind corners and fire back. But from the tops
of the houses an incessant fusillade was kept up. The
soldiers endeavored to pick them off, but the rioters
presented a small mark compared to that which the troops,
massed in the open streets, furnished; and it was soon
apparent that the fight was unequal. If they had only had a
police force to enter the buildings, and hunt the men from
the roofs, the fight would soon have been over. But the
commander, thinking he could not spare a sufficient number
to do this work, or that the soldiers, cumbered with their
muskets, which, after the first discharge, would have to be
clubbed, could make no headway in such a hand to hand fight,
made no effort to dislodge the wretches, who loaded and
fired with the most imperturbable coolness. One man was seen
to step round the corner, after the discharge of the
battery, and resting his gun on the shoulder of a fellow
rioter, take as deliberate aim at Colonel Jardine as he
would at a squirrel on the limb of a tree, and fire. The
ball struck the colonel in the thigh, and brought him to the
pavement. Other officers shared his fate, while at every
discharge, men would drop in the ranks. The howitzers
rattled their shot on the deserted pavements and walls of
the houses, but did no damage to the only portion of the
enemy they had to fear, while the fight between the infantry
and the rioters was like that between soldiers in the open
field and Indians in ambush. Colonel Winston soon saw that
it was madness to keep his men there, to be picked off in
detail, and ordered a retreat. At the first sign of a
retrograde movement, a cry rang along the avenue; and from
the side streets, and basements, and houses, the mob swarmed
forth so furiously, that it assumed huge proportions at
once, and chased the retiring soldiers with yells and
taunts, and pressed them so hotly that they could not bring
off all their killed and wounded. Among those left behind
was Colonel Jardine. He took refuge in a basement, where the
mob found him, and would have killed him on the spot, had
not one of them recognized him as an old acquaintance, and
for some reason or other protected him from further
violence; and he was eventually carried to the house of a
surgeon near by.
The mob were left masters of the field, and soon began their
depredations. The state of things was at length reported to
police head-quarters, and General Brown sent off Captain
Putman, with Captain Shelby and a hundred and fifty regulars
and two field pieces, to disperse the mob and bring away the
dead and wounded of Winston's force that might remain. They
reached the spot between ten and eleven o'clock at night.
The dimly lighted streets were black with men, while many,
apprised of the approach of the military, mounted again to
the roofs as before. Putnam immediately charged on the crowd
in the street, scattering them like a whirlwind. He then
turned his guns on the buildings, and opened such a deadly
fire on them that they were soon cleared. Having restored
order, he halted his command, and remained on the ground
till half past twelve.
At the same time a mob was pulling down the negro houses in
York Street, which they soon left a heap of ruins. Houses
plundered or set on fire in various parts of the city,
combined with the ringing of fire bells, thunder of cannon,
and marching of troops, made this night like its predecessor
one of horror.
There was also a disturbance in Brooklyn. Shaw's and
Fancher's elevators, and Wheeler's store on the docks, were
set on fire, and a force ordered to put them out.
The illumination of the windows from the Times building this
evening shed a brilliant glow over Printing house Square,
and flooded the Park to the City Hall with light, while an
armed force within was ready to fire on any mob that should
dare expose itself in the circle of its influence.
At 12.15 the following telegram was sent:
"To all stations. How are things in your precinct?"
Answer . "All quiet."
Thus the third night of this terrible riot passed away still
unsubdued, and still Acton sat at his post, awake, while
others slept, and kept feeling through the telegraph wires
the pulse of the huge, fevered city. The regiments coming
back from Pennsylvania might arrive at any time, and he was
anxious to know the moment they reached the New York docks.
The Seventh Regiment, especially, he knew was expected to
reach the city that night by special train. Policemen were
therefore kept on the watch; but the regiment did not arrive
till after daylight. About half past four in the morning,
the steady ranks were seen marching along Canal Street
towards Broadway, and soon drew up in front of St. Nicholas
Hotel.
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