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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 1 (search)
ucky! though unnerved thy mighty hand, Till in thy breast had warmed the traitor band, Thank God! the serpent nursed and nourished there, Timely thrust forth to bite the winter air, Poisons no more where it would fain have fed, And hisses harmless wrath till trampled dead. Thank God, though late, the righteous cause is thine, Ready to drink thy cup like festal wine. Thank God, however dark thy day be found, Patriots shall sow with flowers the Bloody Ground. Thank God, for Breckinridge and Buckner's shame; Crittenden speaks, and Rousseau's sword's aflame; (And, Prentice!--blame your newsboy!--by the Eternal, You take the War Department of — the Journal!) Lo! where they stand, the impious-hearted ones, Who dare to call themselves Kentucky's sons! No! the old Mother knows them not; she knows Her household shame, her fireside's fiercest foes. Her curse is on them — lo! the Mother saith, “Scatter my chaff before the cannon's breath!” --Therefore, O Year, within thy coffin lie, Wrapp
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 145 (search)
thing shorter! But first, with shot and shell, The road was cleared right well-- Ye made each muzzle tell, Brave Foote and Porter I! Shear the old Stripes and Stars Short, for the bloody bars? No, not an atom! How, 'neath yon cannon-smoke, Volley and charge and stroke, Roar around Roanoke! Burnside is at 'em! O brave lads of the West! Joy to each valiant breast! Three days of steady fight-- Three shades of stormy night-- Donelson tumbles. Surrender out of hand! “Unchivalrous demand!” (So Buckner grumbles.) March in, stout Grant and Smith, (Ah! souls of pluck and pith,) Haul down, for the Old Flag, That black and bloody.rag-- Twelve thousand in a bag! True hearts are overjoyed-- But half as many scamper, (Ah! there's the only damper,) Through the very worst of weathers, After old Fuss-and-Feathers And foul Barabbas-Floyd. Was't funk that made them flee? Nay, they're as bold as we-- 'Twas their bad cause, d'ye see, Whereof they well were knowing, (For all their brag and blowing, Th
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), Incidents of the Fort Donelson fight. (search)
idents of the Fort Donelson fight. Immediately after the surrender, Capt. T. I Newsham (Gen. Smith's Assistant Adjutant-Gen.) rode up to the headquarters of Gen. Buckner, where he was introduced to the rebel renegade. Capt. Newsham was mounted on a splendid white charger. Buckner, noticing the horse, inquired if he was the inBuckner, noticing the horse, inquired if he was the individual who rode that horse during the battle the day previous. Capt. N. replied yes. Then, said Buckner, you certainly bear a charmed life. You attracted my attention during the entire day. I ordered and saw our most experienced gunners fire at you six times from a six-pounder rifled gun, and noticed other gunners aiming at youBuckner, you certainly bear a charmed life. You attracted my attention during the entire day. I ordered and saw our most experienced gunners fire at you six times from a six-pounder rifled gun, and noticed other gunners aiming at you also. Capt. Newsham informed me that two rifled ten-pound solid shots passed close by his back, between it and his horse's rump. Several passed above his head, the wind of which was felt by him. Another passed so near to his face that he felt the gust of the concussion of the air. Several others passed between his body and his h
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 326 (search)
for disarming all rebels, including the side-arms of their officers. Upon learning this order, Buckner, the chivalrous, repaired to the headquarters of Gen. Grant, and in insolent tones demanded to as a prisoner, without any reply from Gen. Grant. Capt. Rawlins, A. A. Gen., finally replied to Buckner by stating the before-mentioned reason for depriving the officers of their side-arms. Gen. Grant then turning to Buckner, said: Gen. Buckner, it was not my intention to have said anything in relation to this matter, and thus to have spared your feeling of pride and shame, but as Capt. RawlinsGen. Buckner, it was not my intention to have said anything in relation to this matter, and thus to have spared your feeling of pride and shame, but as Capt. Rawlins has thought proper to introduce the reasons, I will conclude them. You have dared to come here to complain of my acts without the right to offer an objection. You do not appear to remember that yoution of my own from further assassination. While this catalogue of wrongs was being recited, Gen. Buckner hung his head, dejected by the words of truth and abashed by the frown of power. He did not
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 369 (search)
as generally the leader in all the boyish pranks played about Lexington, while he was a boy, and the wild, reckless spirit he then showed has clung to him through early manhood. He was the proprietor of a woolen-factory in Lexington, and had a large interest in a bank. I neglected to prefix the adjective faro to that bank. It is said that his avowed object in prowling about our camp, in the way he has been lately doing, is to capture some general, in order that he may exchange him for Buckner, who is a devoted friend of Morgan's family, and the latter's beau ideal of a gentleman and soldier. It may not be amiss to add here that his hopes were very nearly realized a few days since. With fifteen of his men he lay concealed in a cedar. thicket, near the road-side, within a quarter of a mile of a toll-gate, between this and Col. Kennett's camp. They were scarcely hidden before Gen. Nelson and staff came riding past, and were arrested by the earnest gesticulation of the gatekeepe