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Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1 7 1 Browse Search
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ade, its white color, and green blinds, the structure was as noticeable as a lighthouse upon a promontory. It was seen and known for miles around as the residence of Captain Seth Howard. At that time the family consisted of my father (Rowland Bailey Howard), my mother, and my grandfather, who was a little past seventy. Occasionally a neighbor, assisting father in the work of the farm, sat at our table, but habitually we four made up the household. During the winter, probably in Februallet's large front yard. On arriving we were delighted with the beautiful uniforms and bright plumes of the company and excited as boys always are by the music. This was a new experience. Suddenly one of the boys told us that our father, Rowland B. Howard, had been drafted and would have to go to war. Little Rowland and I ran home sobbing and crying, not half understanding what the thing meant. Our mother soon explained that father accepted the draft, but on account of his rheumatism would
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1, Chapter 5: graduation from the United States Military Academy, 1854; brevet Second Lieutenant in Ordnance Department, 1855-56 (search)
Howard and myself entertained them at the arsenal, and Lieutenant Perry sold me his horse, which I called a Canuck. He was jet black, fat and round, and very swift in his motions. Being taught entirely in the French language, it was for some time difficult for me to manage him. If I said whoa! and drew the reins taut, he would go fast, and if I drew them more or with a view to checking his speed, he would go faster. Later I purchased an unbroken colt and trained him. My brother, R. B. Howard, at the time a college student at Bowdoin, paid us a visit. He took as much interest in the horses as I did, and I remember giving him his first lessons in scientific riding. On one occasion, with some show of pride, he complained that I corrected him too severely in the presence of witnesses, men and women, who were looking on; but I think that the riding lessons did him much subsequent service. The latter part of July, 1856, after one year's stay, I was relieved by Captain Gorgas,
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1, Chapter 23: campaign of Gettysburg (search)
endezvous were stopped by Heintzelman's or Halleck's subordinates. Schenck furnished a few — a single brigade — under Colonel Lockwood; but these were insufficient for the avowed purpose, and what was worse to Hooker than the withholding was the manner in which it was done. Hooker was, at that time, suffered to be overridden by subordinate commanders, whom, to his chagrin, his seniors in authority sustained. On June 24th we were still at Goose Creek. The day before, my brother, the Rev. R. B. Howard, a member of the celebrated Christian Comimission. reached our camp after a ride of forty-five miles and some little exposure to bushwhackers. The word bushwhackers comprehended scouts, spies, and all partisan insurgents who were never really made part of the Confederate army. They penetrated our lines in spite of every precaution, picked off our aids and messengers on their swift journeyings from corps to corps, and circulated every sort of false story that might be made use of