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Prelude

In those days the blame for the fracture of the nation was laid at the feet of one man.

There were many who.saw him as a tyrant worth the same conviction with which others saw him as a savior. 

Some would turn conspiratorial and dark, moving forward, with a sinister plan.

Especially one, burning with passion and to him, divine favor,

(according to his own mind) 

Especially after Richmond fell,

his eyes burned with ferocity,

he planned with great precocity,

that great Judas would hang,

the thespian would end his life with a bang.

Booth would be remembered as a scoundrel, a filthy, Hunter animal.

Lincoln would become a martyr, the Great Emancipator.

In the end he was proven human and fallible,

Lincoln would be remembered for saving his nation, through the turbulence, a.steady navigator.

In the end the stage was set,

the day was done,

the South laid the bet,

the Union won. 

 “Indeed Booth had not only committed murder, he had performed it fully staged, before a packed house. At Ford’s Theatre, Booth broke the fourth wall between artist and audience by creating a new, dark.art – performance assassination.”

 (Manhunt – The Twelve Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer, James.Swanson) 

II. Sic Semper Tyrannus

On the night of April 14, 1865, Booth gathered his conspirators at the Herndon House just around the corner from the theater. 

He had cash, his celebrity and his cause – they were his, loyal to no one but him – no dissent was spoken.

When this night as over, those fragile bonds that held the nation together would be even further broken.

To kill this tyrant would be the greatest act in the world.

Not just Lincoln and Johnson but Seward as well – all tyrants and traitors.

They were not murderers – Booth and his freinds would be remembered for.their cause, as crusaders. 

The South would have another chance, the Union would be crippled,

their legacy – all of them would be heroes- their glory tripled.

Lewis Powell was present at the table.

He was given the mission to murder Seward and to be accompanied by Herold.

When this.night was over the act would become a.bloody, slaughtering fable. 

Booth, meanwhile, talked and talked ,

Atzerrodt sat stunned – he had consented to kidnapping and ransom – at murder, he balked. 

Booth found Atzerodt’s behavior alarming,

he put the entire operation at risk.

If he were to go to the authorities then the targets would be warned and we will go down as losers!

To be remembered as heroes is our reward – if we fail then surely they will kill us all, that decision would be fast and brisk. 

 “Come with us George – Come with us – go and get your horse….” 

II. Corpus Delecti 

Legend has it that Boorhnwas waiting and watching in the shadows that night. 

Later, Clara Harris, would comment now the thought chilled her to the bone. 

There or not, Booth, was firm in his resolve, he was ready for a fight. 

Booth knew the play would run like a clock. 

He had memorized scenes, knew every line and how the crowd would react.

Every word, he would mentally tick and tock. 

He readied his horse with shawl and saddle.

He called a.stage hand, Spangler, to hold the mare, Spangler defered and handed them off to John Peanut.

If either man failed in his task, Booth would be up the creek, without a paddle. 

Then Booth went for a drink.

He wanted homestead his nerves and have a minute to think. 

When he returned to the lobby he knew this was it – now was the time to act.

He was fully engaged in this murderous pact. 

Up the stairs to the President’s box.

No one questioned why he was there – entry would be easy – no bars or locks.

At a precise moment, the peak of the laughter, Booth took his shot.

The President was.struck, his chin fell to his chest, it was done, this criminal plot. 

No one moved! 

The night, the stage, the President’s box, his companions were still – denial- would what seemed unreal be true – proved?

Major Rathbone would try to stop this feind, take him prisoner.

Booth shouted, raised his knife and slashed him – Rathbone was determined to stop this unwelcomed visitor. 

Booth.slashed with an actor’s flourish.

Rathbone, though wounded would not perish.

With no more time to.waste Booth made his escape.

Jumping from box to stage he caught the spur of his blog on the decorative crepe.

From.center stage he would about – “Sic Sepmer Tyrannus” he had done it, this was his magnum opus. 

Seward was lying the bed recovering from an accident.

Powell was waiting and ready to follow Booth’s bloody precedent.

He gained entry into Seward’s house by ruse,

once inside he completely blew his fuse. 

He slashed at Seward’s throat,

unable to see in the dark he did not always hit his target, still be wounded him badly with a few hits,

He was pleased with his work but did not stick around to.gloat. 

Fanny, Seward’s daughter, opened the door to the room and was horrified,

her brother was being beaten by a strong and determined man!

Who could this be and how did he get in? This house is completely fortified.

Powell, his work done, does the house and once outside he looked for Herold.

He was smart enough to know, he had to get away,

his life was now.seriously imperiled.

Johnson slept at Kirkwood House – and Atzerodt was tasked with visiting death to him that night,

after having to much time to.think,

he abandoned the mission out of a sense of fright. 

II. Effugium 

After the chaos Booth left behind him he made his way out of the city. 

His escape must be precise and quick, even with his broken leg, if caught, he would find no pity. 

He made his way to the Navy Yard Bridge which would lead to Maryland.

That night it was guarded by Sgt. Cobb, the sly thespian would charm Cobb and soon be on his way to promised land. 

To Surratsvile and in need of a doctor, now with Herrold, they rode on together.

A drink and a secret shares with the innkeeper they went off again, leg throbbing and tear in flesh and boot leather. 

At this point no one in Maryland knew that Lincoln was shot – except for the tavern keeper.

Now there was one final meeting in a chain of events that would forever link Booth and Dr. Samuel Mudd for eternity.

He approached the good doctor’s house in the early morning hours of April 15.

Mudd, no sympathizer to Lincoln or the Union cause,

a Confderate through and through he could be trusted to stay quiet. 

He would not turn Booth away into the darkness with his broken leg.