First person account: While we were near the entrance to the Bahama Channel, God showed to us a miracle from heaven. A comet appeared, which showed itself directly above us, a little eastward, giving so much light that it might have been taken for the sun. It went towards the west- that is, towards Florida.
Governor's recollection: One of the chief trees or posts at the right side of the entrance had the bark taken off, and five foot from the ground in fair capital letters was graven CROATOAN without any cross or signs of distress.
A merchant's memory: This unhappy affair began by some boys & young fellows throwing snow balls at the sentry placed at the Customhouse door, upon which eight or nine soldiers came to his assistance. Soon after a number of people collected, when the Captain commanded the soldiers to fire, which they did and three men were killed on the spot.
Letter to Dr. Jeremy Belknap: I returned at night through Charlestown; there I agreed with a Colonel Conant and some other gentlemen that if the British went out by water, we would show two lanterns in the North Church steeple; and if by land, one, as a signal.
Letter to Abigail: Reason first- You are a Virginian, and a Virginian ought to appear at the head of this business. Reason second- I am obnoxious, suspected, and unpopular. You are very much otherwise. Reason third- You can write ten times better than I can.
Diary entry: We had not gone too far from this village when the fog cleared off, and we enjoyed the delightful prospect of the ocean; that ocean, the object of all our labours, the reward of all our anxieties.
Letter to a sister: Mr. Carroll has come to hasten my departure, and in a very bad humor with me, because I insist on waiting until the large picture of General Washington is secured, and it requires to be unscrewed from the wall.
Letter to a friend: At length the word was given to 'move on.' I glanced along the line and the form of Going Snake, an aged and respected chief whose head eighty winters had whitened, mounted on his favorite pony passed before me and led the way in advance.
Later recollection: One company of twenty-eight that crossed the Ohio River at Lawrenceburg, Indiana- twenty miles below Cincinnati- had for conductor a white man whom they had employed to assist them. The character of this man was full of contradictions. He was a Virginian by birth and spent much of his time in the South, yet he hated slavery. He was devoid of moral principle, but was a true friend to the poor slave.
Recollection of Mark Twain: The rider was usually a little bit of a man, brimful of spirit and endurance. No matter what time of day or night his watch came on and no matter whether it was winter or summer, raining, snowing, hailing or sleeting, he must be always ready to leap in the saddle and be off like the wind!
Eyewitness account: I do not pretend to go to sleep. How can I? If Anderson does not accept terms at four, the orders are he shall be fired upon. I count four, St. Michael's bells chime out, and I begin to hope. At half past four the heavy booming of a cannon. I sprang out of bed, and on my knees prostrate I prayed as I never prayed before.
A victim's memory: I heard the man shout some word which I thought was 'Freedom!' I instantly sprang toward him and seized him. He wrested himself from my grasp, and made a violent thrust at my breast with a large knife. I parried the blow by striking it up, and received a wound several inches deep in my left arm... The man rushed to the front of the box and I endeavored to seize him again.
Personal recollection: On the hill top, I met my relative, Bad Juice. He had been around Fort Abraham Lincoln and knew Long Hair by sight. When he came to the tall soldier lying on his back naked, Bad Soup pointed him out and said, 'Long hair thought he was the greatest man in the world. Now he lies there.' 'Well,' I said, 'if that is Long Hair, I am the man who killed him.'
Newspaper account: The doctors say the victim did not suffer. Only his maker knows if that be true. To the eye, it looked as though he were in a convulsive agony.
Third person account: A Russian Jew and his son are called next. The father is a pitiable looking object; his large head rests upon a small, emaciated body; the eyes speak of a premature loss of power, and are listless. Beside him stands a stalwart son, neatly attired in the uniform of a Russian college student.
Goddard's memory: It looked almost magical as it rose, without any appreciably greater noise or flame, as if it said, 'I've been here long enough; I think I'll be going somewhere else, if you don't mind.'
A reporter's memory: I remember dropping in to see a vice-president of one of the larger banks. He was walking back and forth in his office. 'Well, Elliott,' he said, 'I thought I was a millionaire a few days ago. Now I find I'm looking through the wrong end of the telescope.' He laughed. Then he said, 'We'll get those bastards that did this yet.'
Recount to a filmmaker: Then pretty soon someone said, 'Oh, oh, the blast is coming,' because, of course, the blast would only come at the speed of sound. We didn't know what to expect. It wasn't all that much. It was a sharp blow in the pants leg and that was it. But remember, we were ten or eleven miles away.
Personal account: As I sat there, I tried not to think about what might happen. I knew that anything was possible. I could be manhandled or beaten. I could be arrested. People have asked me if it occurred to me then that I could be the test case the NAACP had been looking for. I did not think about that at all. In fact, if I had let myself think too deeply about what might happen to me, I might have gotten off the bus. But I chose to remain.
NY Times report: The crackle of the rifle volley cut the suddenly still air. It appeared to go on, as a solid volley, for perhaps a full minute or a little longer. When the firing stopped, a slim girl, wearing a cowboy shirt and faded jeans, was lying face down on the road at the edge of the parking lot, blood pouring out onto the macadam, about 10 feet from this reporter.