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John D. Billings, The history of the Tenth Massachusetts battery of light artillery in the war of the rebellion, Chapter 10: (search)
g extended lines of battle. The morning was ushered in by heavy cannonading, both sides seeming glad of the opportunity to thunder their defiance at one another through these noisy and destructive implements of war which had been compelled to remain silent in the recent death-grapple. Our centre section was temporarily detached, and engaged for a time with the enemy's artillery. Despatches were read at the head of the respective organizations, announcing that Gen. Sherman was driving Joe Johnston before him, and that Gen. Butler, having beaten Beauregard, had got between him and Richmond, thus having Petersburg at his mercy. It was with a comfortable feeling, that matters were going well all round, that we received orders about 11 A. M. to advance, as we then supposed, across the Po, At this crossing we noticed, for the first time, pontoon-boats covered with canvas, instead of being entirely constructed of wood,—a change which made transportation, and the labor of the pontonie
John D. Billings, The history of the Tenth Massachusetts battery of light artillery in the war of the rebellion, Chapter 20: (search)
ng filled, if at all, by picked — up animals almost equally exhausted. A deep stream, skirted with mud, at last compelled us to expend and bury much of our ammunition in order to cross. By nightfall we had made not over eight miles, but we met a train, sent back from Burkesville Junction, with rations and forage at this time, which comforted man and beast in great measure. We reached the Junction next day, and went into camp on high ground, remaining two weeks awaiting the surrender of Johnston's army. Meanwhile the paroled Rebel soldiers streamed along the railroad at our feet, bound homeward. While here, our keen satisfaction at the closing of the war was turned into the deepest anguish by tidings of President Lincoln's assassination. I need not describe how the bravest men shed tears at the thought that this great soul, who had piloted the nation through its terrible travail for liberty and union so wisely, should now, just as he was about to enter into the enjoyment of the