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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 23 (search)
10. the battle above the clouds. The day had been one of dense mists and rains, and much of General Hooker's battle was fought above the clouds, which concealed him from our view, but from which his musketry was heard.--General Meigs to Secretary Stanton. By the banks of Chattanooga watching with a soldier's heed, In the chilly autumn morning, gallant Grant was on his steed: For the foe had climbed above him with the banners of their band, And the cannon swept the river from the hills of Cumberland. Like a trumpet rang his orders: “Howard, Thomas, to the bridge! One brigade aboard the Dunbar! Storm the heights of Mission Ridge, On the left the ledges, Sherman, charge and hurl the rebels down! Hooker, take the steeps of Lookout and the slopes before the town!” Fearless, from the northern summits, looked the traitors, where they lay, On the gleaming Union army, marshalled as for muster-day, Till the sudden shout of battle thundered upward its alarms, And they dropped their idle
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 27 (search)
re she joined General Bragg's army, got upon the staff of General A. P. Stewart, and for a time was employed in the secret service, effecting important arrests of spies, and doing some very daring things. The other day she visited Richmond again, not as the gay Lieutenant, but in the garments more becoming her sex, and bearing the name of Mrs. Jeruth De Caulp, she having, in the interval, married an officer of the confederate States provisional army of that name, first obtaining a divorce from her first husband, Williams, who is in the army of General Grant. In consideration of her services, the confederate government has commissioned Mrs. De Caulp with the rank of captain, and since her arrival in Richmond, she has drawn one thousand six hundred dollars back pay. She is now at the Ballard House, en route for Georgia, and the home of her new husband. The heroine of this sketch is a native of Mississippi, and a devoted Southern woman.--Richmond Examiner, September 15, 1863.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 33 (search)
14. Grant. by George H. Boker. As Moses stood upon the flaming hill, With all the people gathered at his feet, Waiting in Sinai's valley, there to meet The awful bearer of Jehovah's will; So, Grant, thou stand'st, amidst the trumpets shrill, And the wild fiery storms that flash and beat In iron thunder and in leaden sleet, Topmost of all, and most exposed to ill. Oh! stand thou firm, great leader of our race, Hope of our future, till the time grows bland, And into ashes drops war's dying brey, there to meet The awful bearer of Jehovah's will; So, Grant, thou stand'st, amidst the trumpets shrill, And the wild fiery storms that flash and beat In iron thunder and in leaden sleet, Topmost of all, and most exposed to ill. Oh! stand thou firm, great leader of our race, Hope of our future, till the time grows bland, And into ashes drops war's dying brand! Then let us see thee, with benignant grace, Descend thy height, God's glory on thy face, And the law's tables safe within thy hand.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), The drummer-boy of the Eighth Michigan infantry. (search)
n a shot struck him, and he fell backward, and was seen no more. Now was Charlie indeed bereaved — his teacher, captain, friend, father, lover, dead on the battle-field, and even the poor satisfaction denied his friends of burying his remains. His letters after this event, are one long wail of sorrow — he could not be comforted — and yet, always thoughtful for others, he writes: Oh! how I pity his poor mother Months passed, and the Eighth Michigan was ordered to Vicksburgh to reenforce Grant, who had beleaguered that doomed city. Battle after battle ensued--nineteen of them--in all of which Charlie more or less participated, often escaping death as by a miracle. Something of the fierce life led by this regiment may be inferred from the fact that one thousand six hundred and fifty-three men have enlisted in it since it first took the field; of these, only four hundred survive to-day, all but eight of whom have just reenlisted. Through all battles, all marches, all reconnoissan<
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 94 (search)
nited States, furnished to the Edinburgh Scotsman the following anecdote of General Grant: The day before Grant attacked Fort Donelson, the troops had had a maGrant attacked Fort Donelson, the troops had had a march of twenty miles, part of it during a bitter cold night. Grant called a council of war, to consider whether they should attack the fort at once, or should give tGrant called a council of war, to consider whether they should attack the fort at once, or should give the troops a day or two's rest. The officers were in favor of resting. Grant said nothing till they had all given their opinion; then he said: There is a deserter cGrant said nothing till they had all given their opinion; then he said: There is a deserter come in this morning — let us see him, and hear what he has to say. When he came in, Grant looked into his knapsack. Where are you from? Fort Donelson. Six days raGrant looked into his knapsack. Where are you from? Fort Donelson. Six days rations in your knapsack, have you not, my man? Yes, sir. When were they served out? Yesterday morning. Were the same rations served out to all the troops? Yes, sir. Gentlemen, said Grant, troops do not have six days rations served out to them in a fort if they mean to stay there. These men mean to retreat — not to fight.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 101 (search)
Anecdote of General Grant.--A gentleman from the front tells the following good story of General Grant: A visitor to the army called upon him one morning, and found the General sitting in his tent smoking and talking to one of his staff-officersGeneral Grant: A visitor to the army called upon him one morning, and found the General sitting in his tent smoking and talking to one of his staff-officers. The stranger approached the chieftain, and inquired of him as follows: General, if you flank Lee and get between him and Richmond, will you not uncover Washington, and leave it a prey to the enemy? General Grant, discharging a cloud of smoke froGeneral Grant, discharging a cloud of smoke from his mouth, indifferently replied: Yes, I reckon so. The stranger, encouraged by a reply, propounded question number two: General, do you not think Lee can detach sufficient force from his army to reinforce Beauregard and overwhelm Butler? Not a kely, was L the cool reply of the General, and he knocked the ashes from the end of his cigar. The stranger, horrified at the awful fate about to befall General Grant and his army, made his exit, and hastened to Washington to communicate the news.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 102 (search)
coming back. It is free from Yankee pickets also, and there is no danger to be feared. Yes; but, Colonel, said General Floyd, my scouts have reconnoitred the entire river, and an officer who arrived not half an hour ago told me that he had tested the river everywhere, and no spot had he found that was fordable. I don't care, General, if he did, said Forrest; he told you a d — d lie, as I am ready to swear that I waded the river not half an hour ago, as my wet clothes will testify. And now, gentlemen, as it is getting late, it is high time you should be acting. Will you take my advice, and make your escape? No, was the reply, it is too late. I have one request to make, said Forrest; I have a fine regiment of cavalry here, and I want permission to take it out. Grant me this much, and I'm off. General Buckner nodded his head, when Forrest bolted out of the house, took his command, crossed the river at the aforesaid place, and made his escape without the loss of a man.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 119 (search)
General Grant--A little incident.--The Nashville correspondent of the Chicago Journal relates the following: Speaking of Grant's campaign, I wish here to put on record a little incident, which I have never yet seen in print, and which was communicated to me by an officer some time since, and which might have been contraband Grant's campaign, I wish here to put on record a little incident, which I have never yet seen in print, and which was communicated to me by an officer some time since, and which might have been contraband once, but is not now, since the plans of the Eastern campaign have been developed. While General Grant was in front of Vicksburgh, he was conversing with several officers on the subject of the capture of Richmond. Can it be taken, General? asked one of these. With ease, was the response. By the Peninsula? continued the querGeneral Grant was in front of Vicksburgh, he was conversing with several officers on the subject of the capture of Richmond. Can it be taken, General? asked one of these. With ease, was the response. By the Peninsula? continued the querist. No, replied the General. If I had charge of the matter, I would want two large armies; one to move directly on Lee, and the other to land at City Point, and cut communications to the southward. Lee would be then compelled to fall back, and the army from the North could press, and, if possible, defeat him. If he would
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), 81. Lookout mountain. (search)
81. Lookout mountain. by Alfred B. Street. For months that followed the triumph the rebels had boasted they wrought, But which lost to them Chattanooga, thus bringing their triumph to naught; The mountain-walled citadel city, with its outposts in billowy crowds, Grand soarers among the lightnings, stern conquerors of the clouds! For months, I say, had the rebels, with the eyes of their cannon, looked down From the high-crested forehead of Lookout, the Mission's long sinuous crown; Till Grant, our invincible hero, the winner of every fight! Who joys in the strife, like the eagle that drinks from the storm delight! Marshalled his war-worn legions, and, pointing to them the foe, Kindled their hearts with the tidings that now should be stricken the blow, The rebel to sweep from old Lookout, that cloud-post dizzily high, Whence the taunt of his cannon and banner had affronted so long the sky. Brave Thomas the foeman had brushed from his summit the nearest, and now The balm of the midnigh