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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The treatment of prisoners during the war between the States. (search)
the statements of galvanized rebels, so called; that is, prisoners who had applied for permission to take the oath, or of prisoners who had little offices in the various pens, which they would lose on the whisper of any thing disagreeable, and their testimony is entitled to the general credit of depositions taken under duress. But among these documentary statements, in glorification of the humanity of the Great Republic, is one on page 89, from Miss Dix, the grand female dry-nurse of Yankee Doodle (who, by the by, gave, I understand, unpardonable offence to the pulchritude of Yankeedom, by persistently refusing to employ any but ugly women as nurses--the vampire)--which affirms that the prisoners at Point Lookout were supplied with vegetables, with the best of wheat bread, and fresh and salt meat three times daily in abundant measure. Common gallantry forbids the characterization of this remarkable extract in harsher terms than to say that it is untrue in every particular. I
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 5 (search)
avalry — to protect us, indeed! with their negro troops, runaways from our own plantations! I would rather be skinned and eaten by wild beasts than beholden to them for such protection. As they were marching through town, a big buck negro leading a raw-boned jade is said to have made a conspicuous figure in the procession. Respectable people were shut up in their houses, but the little street urchins immediately began to sing, when they saw the big black Sancho and his Rosinante: Yankee Doodle went to town and stole a little pony; He stuck a feather in his crown and called him Macaroni. They followed the Yanks nearly to their camping ground at the Mineral Spring, singing and jeering at the negroes, and strange to say, the Yankees did not offer to molest them. I have not laid eyes on one of the creatures myself, and they say they do not intend to come into the town unless to put down disturbances --the sweet, peaceful lambs! They never sacked Columbia; they never burnt At
Virginia spread great joy among the volunteers, and such was the enthusiasm it caused, that many regiments who, in ambush, had witnessed the fight, could scarcely be controlled by their officers: the Seventh Louisiana obliged their commanders to move forward into the open ground, to participate in the engagement, but they were too late, for the game had taken wing to their nest on the hills. It is strange to remark that the retreating foe shouted vociferously, and their bands struck up Yankee Doodle and other Northern airs, perhaps in joy for their safe retreat, it being impossible to imagine any other reason. At the critical moment, General Beauregard rode to the front, sent orders to Colonel Ferguson of his staff to pursue as far as practicable, and, galloping past our position, ascended a hill, whence he could view the Federal rout in detail. Poor Tyler, said some one in the group, his decapitation has come early; and, true enough, his name has scarcely ever been whispered in t
always considered equal to a dozen Britishers, and on the stage, like Samson, they slew their thousands with loud applause, and ended with a large expenditure of blue fire, a waving of banners, and the stereotyped finale of Hail Columbia or Yankee Doodle. This theatrical taste was well developed at Manassas. Orators first addressed the troops, music took up the theme, and with waving. banners they marched to battle and, with few exceptions, bolted at the first fire. There was plenty of shouting, indeed, when out of danger; but though their best regiments cheered till nearly hoarse-though the old flag was shaken out to the winds, and Yankee Doodle broke upon their ear in brilliant variations — nothing could induce their red-legged desperadoes to advance a second time to encounter our ragged rebels. History has not been just to the North, whose merchants have become princes on the products of the South, and whose books have been volumes of lies. That is all very good, White
first gun. The conviction that a battle was imminent kept the men steady and prevented straggling. We passed many fine houses, and extensive, well improved farms. But few white people were seen. The negroes appeared to have entire possession. Six miles from Green river a young and very pretty girl stood in the doorway of a handsome farm-house and waved the flag of the Union. Cheer after cheer arose along the line; officers saluted, soldiers waved their hats, and the bands played Yankee Doodle and Dixie. That loyal girl captured a thousand hearts, and I trust some gallant soldier who shall win honorable scars in battle may return in good time to crown her his Queen of Love and Beauty. From this on for fifteen miles we found neither springs nor streams. The country is cavernous, and the only water is that of the ponds. In all of these we discovered dead and decaying horses, mules, and dogs. The rebels in this way had sought to deprive us of water; but while their actio
d he appears to have his hat full of peaches; and so the coming man had. August, 28 Rode to the river with Hobart and Stanley. The rebel pickets were lying about in plain view on the other side Just before our arrival quite a number of them had been bathing. The outposts of the two armies appear still to be on friendly terms. Yesterday, a soldier said to me, one of our boys crossed the river, talked with the rebs for some time, and returned. August, 29 The band is playing Yankee Doodle, and the boys break into an occasional cheer by way of endorsement. There is something defiant in the air of Doodle as he blows away on the soil of the cavliers, which strikes a noisy chord in the breast of Uucle Sam's nephews, and the demonstrations which follow are equivalent to Let'er rip, Go in old boy. Colonel Hobart's emphatic expression is egad. He told me to-day of a favorite horse at home, which would follow him from place to place as he worked in the garden, keeping his no
n July 2, 1862, were killed or wounded before they had been in the field a week. Any man or woman who lived in those thrilling early war days will never forget them. The spirit of patriotism was at fever-heat, and animated both sexes of all ages. Such a display of the national colors had never been seen before. Flag-raisings were the order of the day in public and private grounds. The trinity of red, white, and blue colors was to be seen in all directions. Shopkeepers decked their windows and counters with them. Men wore them in neckties, or in a rosette pinned on the breast, or tied in the button-hole. The women wore them conspicuously also. The bands played only patriotic airs, and Yankee Doodle, Red, white, and blue, and the Star-spangled banner would have been worn threadbare if possible. Then other patriotic songs and marches were composed, many of which had only a short-lived existence; and the poetry of this period, some of it excellent, would fill a large volume.
,405 Shirks, 101-5,167,175,312 Sibley, Henry, 46-47 Sick call, 172-76 Sickles, Daniel E., 157,406 Smith, Andrew J., 263 Smith, E. Kirby, 160 Soldier's Aid Society, 85 Songs: Abraham's Daughter, 215; The battle Cry of freedom, 38, 42,335; Columbia, the Gem of the Ocean, 38,335; Dead march, 158; John Brown's body, 335; Marching along, 335; Pleyel's Hymm, 158; Raw recruit, 215; The star-spangled banner, 42; Sweet by and by, 137; When Johnny comes marching home, 71,193; Yankee Doodle, 42 Southside Railroad, 350 Spotsylvania, 291,319 Stevensburg, Va., 163, 181 Suffolk, Va., 403 Sugar Loaf Mountain, Md., 404 Sutlers, 224-30 Swain, Charley, 248-49 Tents, 46-57,61-72,90-91, 300-302, 336-37,353 Thomas, George G., 259,262,404 Townsend, Edward D., 188,255-56 Tripler, Charles S., 299,303, 305 United service Magazine, 364 United States Army. Departments: Department of the Cumberland, 259, 262; Department of the Gulf, 146; Department of West V
Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War: The Opening Battles. Volume 1., From Moultrie to Sumter. (search)
, and it was not easy to find a safe place of deposit for the cartridges. It happened that some flakes of fire had entered the muzzle of one of the guns after it was sponged. Of course, when the gunner attempted to ram the cartridge down it exploded prematurely, killing Private Daniel Hough instantly, and setting fire to a pile of cartridges underneath, which also exploded, seriously wounding five men. Fifty guns were fired in the salute. With banners flying, and with drums beating Yankee Doodle, we marched on board the transport that was to take us to the steamship Baltic, which drew too much water to pass the bar and was anchored outside. We were soon on our way to New York. With the first shot against Sumter the whole North became united. Mobs went about New York and made every doubtful newspaper and private house display the Stars and Stripes. When we reached that city we had a royal reception. The streets were alive with banners. Our men and officers were seized an
ic making the air magical with melody, to die away in the balmy breeze of the summer night. To-day the Federal forces occupy the village, and their bands play Yankee Doodle, or The star-spangled banner. No more does the good old band of the First Virginia play there, telling you to listen to the Mocking bird, and Colonel Wyndham'te Leesburg, and from the hill which we occupied could be heard the orders of the Federal officers at drill, together with the roar of their brass band playing Yankee Doodle or Hail Columbia. To the patriotic heart those airs may be inspiring, but it cannot be said with truth that they possess a high degree of sweetness or melody.ew desperate, and was filled with an unchristian desire to slay the musicians, and so end their performances. Columbia was hailed at morning, noon, and night; Yankee Doodle became a real personage and walked through one's dreams-those horrible brass instruments became a thorn in the flesh, a torture to the soul, an inexpressible j
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