three o'clock
`` He knows my marster do n't ` low nuttin like dat -- I ` se too val ` eble er nigger . Nobum , dey ai n't none ob 'em gwine ter pester me , an ' I ai n't gwine ter meddle wid dem -- dey kin des fight hit out twixt 'em -- '' Through the long night the steady boom of cannon , and the scream of shells from the shore . At one o'clock next day the flagstaff was cut down by a solid shot , and Sumter was silent . At three o'clock a mob surged up the street following Senator Barton , who had just come from the harbor . He was on his way to Beauregard 's headquarters . Anderson had surrendered . A strange quiet held the city .