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    In the Fall of 1860, Major Anderson was selected to command the little garrison at Fort Moultrie, in Charleston harbor. In spite of his entreaties, no reinforcements were sent him, and on the night of December 26 he abandoned Fort Moultrie, which his little force was incapable of defending, and moved to Fort Sumter, where he remained in spite of the state's protests.

    BOB ANDERSON, MY BEAU (Miss Columbia Sings)

    Bob Anderson, my beau,
    Bob, when we were
    first aquent, You were in Mexico, Bob, because by order
    sent;
    But now you are in Sumter, Bob, because you
    chose to go; And blessings on you anyhow.
    Bob Anderson, my beau!

    Bob Anderson, my beau, Bob, I really don't
    know whether I ought to like you so, Bob, considering that
    feather;

    I don't like standing armies, Bob, as very well you know.
    But I love a man that dares to act, Bob Anderson, my beau.
    http://books.google.com/books?pg=PA4...page&q&f=false
    [SIZE=0]PetePaolillo
    ...ILUS;)[/SIZE]
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