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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 28. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.5 (search)
General Early for the very gallant manner in which the enemy's flank was turned by it. On our return from Washington, McCausland with his brigade, and General Bradley Johnson's cavalry brigade, were sent to Chambersburg to retaliate for the burning Hunter and others had done in Virginia and the South. Our squadron did not actiland's rear guard when he left there. McCausland captured Old Town, Md., and after making feints at Cumberland, came to Moorefield. Here the enemy surprised General Johnson, whose brigade was next to the enemy, and came in among his men at daybreak. While commanding the regiment, I ordered our squadron to charge the enemy. It dWilliam H. Harvey, E. C. Hutcherson, Robert F. Henry, E. Winston. Harvey, Mike. Helms,—— Hundley, Charley, wounded in the head at Cedarville. Johnson, John S., from Greenbrier county, W. Va. Kent, Clarence Polk, from Wytheville, Va. Wounded in 1865. Kent, Edwin Dallas, from Wytheville, Va. Wounded in 1865
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 28. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Crenshaw Battery, Pegram's Battalion, Confederate States Artillery. (search)
em, when suddenly they would step in a hole, and then down would go the clothes, the party falling striking out in the over-hand fashion way, &c.) We soon planted the Confederate banner on the shores of my Maryland, whose citizens did not receive us with the enthusiasm we were led to believe they would. But of course I do not mean to say by this that we had not friends here. Oh, no! No better troops graced our ranks than the Marylanders, and no braver man was there in our army than Bradley Johnson, of the 1st Maryland, leader of the Maryland line, who as a soldier had no superior. After staying on the Maryland side of the Potomac for three days, the first being spent in the river washing our clothes, as already alluded to, we moved on to Frederick City. And right here, before going farther let me give you, as I saw it, the position of this famous city, made so by Whittier's poem, Barbara Frietchie, no such scene as this poem is founded upon ever having occurred; General Ja