Identifier: reminiscencesabomemimlinc (find matches)
Title: Reminiscences about Abraham Lincoln
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Presidents Presidents
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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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Feb. X\.X-\ ■: •While the nation celebrates the anniversary of the birth of Abraham Lincoln, there is in the little navy,_yard city of Bremerton an aged woman whose mind dwells on the fateful night when the Great Emanci-pator met his death. She is Mrs. Caleb Milligan, 80 years old, one of the few living persons who was in the Ford theater in Washington the night Lin-coln was shot. (Editors Note—William J. Ferguson, the veteran actor, may be the only other person still living who was in Fords thea-ter the night of the assassination. He was a member of the company plaving Our American Cousin, and has written an interesting reminiscence of the greater drama that was enacted beyond the foot-lights that night. 1 Mrs. Milligan was 17 years old at the time of Lincolns assassination. She at-tended the performance of The Ameri-can Cousin unknown to her mother, incompany with the wife of a janitor at the theater, who was her cousin. It is in my mind as though it were yesterday, says Mrs. Milligan, as the
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light of remembrance kindles in her eyes, though at the time I did not realize what had happened until several minutes after it was all over. LEG INJURED IN FALL. When we heard a shot fired in one of the boxes, we thought it was a part of the play. Then John Wilkes Booth jumped from President Lincolns box on the left side as you enter the theater onto the stage. As he jumped his spur caught in some of the bunting which decorated the box, and his leg was in-jured when he landed on the stage. He raised his hand shouting something which I could not understand, but his-torians say was Sic semper tyrannis. I believe that for the moment nearly everyone in the theater thought as I did, that it was all a part of the per-formance, and of course it had been so arranged by the plotters that the audi-ence would think just that. It seemed minutes passed while all we heard was the commotion attending Booths escape before a man jumped onto the stage and shouted that Lincoln had been shot. There was a deadly silence that

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