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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Reminiscences of the Confederate States Navy. (search)
e 4th of May, 1862, General Jeff. Thompson was placed in command of the Montgomery fleet, and at once determined to see what they could do. The enemy's fleet of tin-clads, mortar-boats and transports, were around the bend above Fort Pillow. Thompson proposed to ram the tin-clads, and asked Commander Pinkney to go up and use the guns of his four gun-boats against the mortar-boats, and against light draft-boats that might run into shoal water; but the Artful Dodger could not see it, and so old Jeff. went up with the rams, and without much system went in, rammed one or two of the Yankee vessels, which were only saved from sinking by running into shoal water. The fight lasted only a few minutes, and the Confederates dropped back under the guns of Fort Pillow. The Montgomery rams were uninjured, having resisted the heaviest shot at close quarters. Had Pinkney co-operated more might have been accomplished. One month after this attack the Confederates evacuated Fort Pillow. As soon a
the Williamsburgh road. As it was, the latter officer, with Hill as coadjutor, had made a fearful gap in the left wing of the enemy, but without producing any decisive result. We had gained a battle, but nothing more. As I rode down through the enemy's camps, gazing at the destruction on every side, I met Franks, one of Longstreet's aids, looking as blue as indigo. What's the matter, Franks? Not satisfied with the day's work? I inquired. Satisfied, be hanged! he replied. I saw old Jeff, (Davis,) Mallory, Longstreet, Whiting, and all of them, a little while ago, looking as mad as thunder. Just to think that Huger's slowness has spoiled every thing! There he has been on our right all day and hasn't fired a shot, although he had positive orders to open the fight at eight o'clock this morning. It is true that Longstreet and Hill fought magnificently, as they always do, and have gained a brilliant victory; but had Huger obeyed orders, we should have demolished the enemy; as
confidence in the honesty and integrity of the North that any thing to the contrary would have been construed into downright treason, because too apathetic in watching the current of events and the manifest destiny of our cause. That is correct, said another, but it must be confessed that our statesmen have been more energetic and watchful since the time of Calhoun than before, and it is mainly owing to President Davis that our country has risen at all. Since his debut in public life, Jeff has applied himself to the study of past history, and of men and measures. No one understands the wants and aspirations of the South better than himself, and from early manhood he has kept his own counsel and been patiently planning affairs as we see him now. In Congress he was ever willing to undertake any office or responsibility that might enlighten him regarding our peculiarities and resources; and his West-Point education gave him an assurance of his powers, which displayed themselves b
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), How Jefferson Davis was overtaken. (search)
s and the soldiers. A convincing circumstance in this connection should be mentioned. Colonel Pritchard, in looking over the wrappings on board the steamer for the shawl in question, picked out one like it, but not the identical one, when little Jeff, a bright boy of seven or eight years, with the artlessness of childhood, said: That isn't the shawl my papa had on when captured; this is the one, picking up another. Various partisans and friends of Davis still persist in denying that he was caulders, and a black cloth under the shawl, covering his forehead. They had got about six or eight rods from the tent when I, who had been watching them all the time, saw that the old woman had on boots. I at once said to Dickinson: See! that is Jeff, himself! That is no woman! That is old Jeff Davis! and started on the run after them. As I got up to them, I exclaimed: Halt! Damn you, you can't get any further this time! Mrs. Davis at that moment came running out of the tent, and when sh
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), The Baltimore riots. (search)
ot and, previous to the arrival of the troops, occupied itself in singing Dixie's land and noisily cheering for the Confederacy. As the troops disembarked, they were pushed and hustled by the crowd, but no one was seriously hurt. Finally the line of march was taken up for Mount Clare station, where the troops were to re-embark for Washington. The troops were accompanied through the streets by the crowd, which guyed and hissed them, all the while cheering for the Southern Confederacy and Jeff Davis, and groaning for Abe Lincoln. The troops behaved remarkably well, none of the men showing any signs of annoyance beyond an occasional angry look or exclamation. The city police accompanied them and succeeded in holding the crowd in check. When the troops arrived at Mount Clare, however, the crowd became more aggressive. The troops were subjected to numberless indignities, such as being spit upon, taunted, hustled, etc.; the mob all the while indulging in wild curses, groans, and ye
J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary, chapter 35 (search)
tional quantity of rice. Beef sells to-day at $1.25 per pound by the quarter. And yet an Englishman at the best hotel yesterday remarked that he never lived so cheaply in any country, his board being only three shillings (in specie) per diem, or about $20 Confederate States notes. A dozen china cups and saucers sold at auction to-day for $160. Col. Preston, Conscription Bureau, several members of the cabinet, etc. feasted at a cost of $2000! It is said that the Jack was turned up and Jeff turned down in a witticism, and smiled at nem. con. But I don't believe that. We have a light snow, the first time the earth has been white this winter. I am reminded daily of the privations I used to read of in the Revolutionary War. Then thorns were used, now we use pins, for buttons. My waistbands of pantaloons and drawers are pinned instead of buttoned. Gen. Jno. H. Morgan arrived this evening, and enjoyed a fine reception, as a multitude of admirers were at the depot. A
the doorstep reading a newspaper. How are you, Jeff? says I. He sorter started when he heard me, fs hair the right color? None of that nonsense, Jeff; there ain't an honester women in the Lost Townmy old man was pretty much in the same fix with Jeff. We both stood a moment staring at one anotherece of impudence and imposition as that? I saw Jeff was in a good tune for saying some ill-natured f loss to the officers of State : and you know, Jeff, we can't get along without officers of State. mation, or something like it. Another? says Jeff; and whose egg is it, pray? I looked to the servant, James Shields, Auditor. Aha! says Jeff, one of them same three fellows again. Well, r Locofocos, as they call the Democrats. Why, Jeff, you're crazy: you don't mean to say Shields isnough how it is already; but I want to convince Jeff. It may do some good to let him, and others liy alternative reserved for me may be a lickin‘. Jeff tells me the way these fire-eaters do is to giv[3 more...]
John G. Nicolay, The Outbreak of Rebellion, Chapter 10: Missouri. (search)
s, gained information of all its movements. On the night of May 8th, the cannon, ammunition, and some muskets furnished by Jefferson Davis, were landed from a New Orleans steamer, in boxes marked marble, and immediately loaded upon drays and hauled out to the camp. Under this threatening disclosure, the Unionists felt they could no longer dally with the conspiracy. Already three weeks before, the United States Arsenal at Liberty, Mo., had been robbed of its arms by the disunionists, and Jeff. Thompson was known to be actively drilling rebel companies at St. Joseph. They could not afford to allow a concentration of these and other treasonable forces. In the meanwhile the Washington authorities, receiving Governcr Jackson's insulting refusal to furnish troops, had ordered the enlistment of Blair's Home Guards into the United States service, to the number of four regiments, which order was soon increased to ten thousand men. With this force Lyon felt himself strong enough to
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 10 (search)
lost nearly 2000 men in killed and in wounded; the enemy probably suffered to about the same extent. Headquarters were moved about two miles this day, June 1, to the Via House, which was half a mile south of Totopotomoy Creek on the road leading from Haw's Shop to Bethesda Church. Before starting, the general's servant asked whether he should saddle Jeff Davis, the horse Grant had been riding for two days. No, was the reply; we are getting into a rather swampy country, and I fear little Jeff's legs are not quite long enough for wading through the mud. You had better saddle Egypt. This horse was large in size and a medium-colored bay. He was called Egypt, not because he had come from the region of the Nile, but from the junction of the Mississippi and Ohio rivers in southern Illinois, a section of country named after the land of the Ptolemies. When the horse was brought up the general mounted as usual in a manner peculiar to himself. He made no perceptible effort, and used
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 15 (search)
feel about as fresh as when we started out. I replied: It makes all the difference in the world, general, what kind of horse one rides. He remarked: Oh, all horses are pretty much alike, as far as the comfort of their gait is concerned. In the present instance, I answered, I don't think you would like to swap with me, general. He said at once, Why, yes; I'd just as lief swap with you as not ; and threw himself off his pony and mounted my uncomfortable beast, while I put myself astride of Jeff. The general had always been a famous rider, even when a cadet at West Point. When he rode or drove a strange horse, not many minutes elapsed before he and the animal seemed to understand each other perfectly. In my experience I have never seen a better rider, or one who had a more steady seat, no matter what sort of horse he rode; but on this occasion it soon became evident that his body and that of the animal were not always in touch, and he saw that all the party were considerably amuse
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