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J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary, chapter 29 (search)
. The newspapers to-day contain pretty accurate accounts of the battle. July 23 We have the following dispatch from Gen. Beauregard, which is really refreshing in this season of disasters: Charleston, July 22d, 1863. The enemy recommenced shelling again yesterday, with but few casualties on our part. We had, in the battle of the 18th inst., about 150 killed and wounded. The enemy's loss, including prisoners, was about 2000. Nearly 800 were buried under a flag of truce. Col. Putnam, acting brigadier-general, and Col. Shaw, commanding the negro regiment, were killed. (Signed) G. T. Beauregard, General. It is said the raiders that dashed into Wytheville have been taken; but not so with the raiders that have been playing havoc with the railroad in North Carolina. Another letter from J. M. Botts, Culpepper County, complains of the pasturing of army horses in his fields before the Gettysburg campaign, and asks if his fields are to be again subject to the use of
coln's intelligence and skill in the intricate details of political management, together with the high sense of honor and manliness which directed his action in such matters. Speaking of the influences of Menard County, he wrote: If she and Mason act circumspectly, they will in the convention be able so far to enforce their rights as to decide absolutely which one of the candidates shall be successful. Let me show the reason of this. Hardin, or some other Morgan candidate, will get Putnam, Marshall, Woodford, Tazewell, and Logan [counties], making sixteen. Then you and Mason, having three, can give the victory to either side. You say you shall instruct your delegates for me, unless I object. I certainly shall not object. That would be too pleasant a compliment for me to tread in the dust. And, besides, if anything should happen (which, however, is not probable) by which Baker should be thrown out of the fight, I would be at liberty to accept the nomination if I could get
and's dead. Oh! chant a requiem for the brave, the brave who are no more, New-England's dead! in honored rest they sleep on hill and shore, From where the Mississippi now in freedom proudly rolls To waves that sigh on Georgia's isles a death-hymn for their souls. Oh! first of all, the noble blood by traitorous hand was shed; It dyed the streets of Baltimore, New-England's heroes bled: And still the mystic number “three” will live for aye in song While history tells, with glowing pen, of Putnam, Shaw, and Strong. Immortal names. O noble “three!” a nation's heart will throb For ye who fell, in manly prime, for Freedom and for God! And women's eyes grow dim with tears, and manhood bows its head Before thy deeds of valor done, New-England's honored dead. But not alone for those who die a soldier's death of glory: Full many a brave, heroic soul has sighed its mournful story Down in the sultry swamps and plains, where fever's subtle breath Has drained the life-blood from their hearts,
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1., Chapter 25: the battle of Bull's Run, (search)
s Staff.--Captain James B. Fry, Assistant Adjutant-General; Aids-de-camp--First Lieutenant Henry W. Kingsbury, Fifth United States Artillery, and Majors Clarence S. Brown and James S. Wadsworth, New York State Artillery; Acting Inspector-General--Major William H. Wood, Seventeenth United States Infantry; Engineers-Major John G. Barnard and First Lieutenant Frederick F. Prime; Topographical Engineers--Captain Amiel W. Whipple, First Lieutenant Henry L. Abbot, and Second Lieutenant Haldimand S Putnam; Quartermaster's Department-Captain O. H. Tillinghast; Commissary of Subsistence-Horace F. Clark; Surgeon — William S; King; Assistant Surgeon--David L. Magruder. First Division.--General Tyler. Four brigades. The First Brigade, commanded by Colonel Erasmus D. Keyes, of the Eleventh United States Infantry, was composed of the First, Second, and Third Regiments of Connecticut Volunteers, the Fourth Maine Volunteers, Captain Varian's Now York Battery, and Company B of the Second United Sta
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 2., Chapter 12: operations on the coasts of the Atlantic and the Gulf of Mexico. (search)
d to the boats. For want of transportation, he was compelled to leave some of his killed and wounded behind. Winton, at the head of the Chowan; Plymouth, at the mouth of the Roanoke; and Washington, at the head of the Pamlico River, were all quietly occupied by the National forces. At about this time, an expedition under Commodore Rowan was sent to obstruct the Dismal Swamp Canal, in the rear of Norfolk. Rowan left Elizabeth City on the 23d of April, with the Lockwood, Whitehead, and Putnam, each with an officer and a detachment of troops. In the afternoon he landed one hundred men (fifty on each bank), and then, with a launch on the canal carrying a heavy 12-pounder, went forward about two miles. They sunk a schooner in the canal, and filled the stream, for about fifty yards above it, with stumps and trunks of trees, brush, vines, and earth. In this work they met with no opposition. In fact, the Confederates themselves had evidently abandoned the use of the canal, for they
G. S. Hillard, Life and Campaigns of George B. McClellan, Major-General , U. S. Army, Appendix. Oration at West Point. (search)
s of Ontario and Lake George, on the islands of the Caribbean and in South America. Louisburgh, Quebec, Duquesne, the Moro, and Porto Bello, attest the valor of the provincial troops; and in that school were educated such soldiers as Washington, Putnam, Lee, Montgomery, and Gates. These, and men like Greene, Knox, Wayne, and Steuben, were the fathers of our permanent army; and under them our troops acquired that discipline and steadiness which enabled them to meet upon equal terms, and often tproach, was cut off too early for his country, and that excellent staff-officer, Colonel Garesche, fell while gallantly doing his duty. No regiments can spare such gallant, devoted, and able commanders as Rossell, Davis, Gove, Simmons, Bailey, Putnam, and Kingsbury,--all of whom fell in the thickest of the combat,--some of them veterans, and others young in service, all good men and well-beloved. Our batteries have partially paid their terrible debt to fate in the loss of such commanders a
y river, lake, and plain; Proud of the calm and earnest men Who claim the right and will to reign. Proud of the men who gave us birth, Who battled with the stormy wave, To sweep the red man from the earth, And build their homes upon his grave. Proud of the holy summer morn, They traced in blood upon its sod; The rights of freemen yet unborn, Proud of their language and their God. Proud, that beneath our proudest dome, And round the cottage-cradled hearth, There is a welcome and a home For every stricken race on earth. Proud that yon slowly sinking sun Saw drowning lips grow white in prayer, O'er such brief acts of duty done As honor gathers from despair. Pride--'tis our watchword, “Clear the boats!” “Holmes, Putnam, Bartlett, Pierson — here!” And while this crazy wherry floats, “Let's save our wounded!” cries Revere. Old State--some souls are rudely sped-- This record for thy Twentieth corps, Imprisoned, wounded, dying, dead, It only asks, “Has Sparta more?” --Bost
William Tecumseh Sherman, Memoirs of General William T. Sherman ., volume 1, chapter 15 (search)
o compile from the records thus far received: Corps, divisions, etc.Killed.Wounded.Missing.Total. Fifteenth Army Corps:      First Division6736466497  Second DivisionNo report.62 (in hosp.) 62  Third Division89288122499  Fourth Division7253521628       Total   1,686 Eleventh Army Corps:      Bushbeck's Brigade3714581263       Aggregate Loss    1,949 No report from General Davis's division, but loss is small. Among the killed were some of our most valuable officers: Colonels Putnam, Ninety-third Illinois; O'Meara, Ninetieth Illinois; and Torrence, Thirtieth Iowa; Lieutenant-Colonel Taft, of the Eleventh Corps; and Major Bushnell, Thirteenth Illinois. Among the wounded are Brigadier-Generals Giles A. Smith, Corse, and Matthias; Colonel Raum; Colonel Waugelin, Twelfth Missouri; Lieutenant-Colonel Partridge, Thirteenth Illinois; Major P. I. Welsh, Fifty-sixth Illinois; and Major Nathan McAlla, Tenth Iowa. Among the missing is Lieutenant-
band that fought so well, And not, till hope's last ray withdrew, Before the traitors' cannon fell! No, Anderson! with loud acclaim We hail thee hero of the hour When circling batteries poured their flame Against thy solitary tower. Stood Lacedaemon then less proud, When her three hundred heroes, slain, No road but o'er their breasts allowed To Xerxes and his servile train? Or does New England blush to show Yon hill, though victory crowned it not-- Though Warren fell before the foe, And Putnam left the bloody spot? The voices of earth's noblest fields With the deep voice within unite-- 'Tis not success true honor yields, But faithful courage for the right. Keep, then proud foe, the crumbled tower, From those brave few by thousands torn, But keep in silence, lest the hour Should come for vengeance on your scorn. Yet I could weep; for where ye stand, In friendly converse have I stood, And clasped, perchance, full many a hand, Now armed to shed a brother's blood. O, God of Justic
deed! Thy records, Carolina, point where The first blood for Freedom fell; By the mother who thus bore you, Will you bid us all farewell? Wild and wilful, proud, impatient, Haughty sister, have you known Through your turbulent life we loved you For a beauty of your own,-- Loved you truly, Even unduly, And could never have you gone? By the memories of the Keystone,-- By the Jerseys' blood-stained snow,-- By old Empire's glorious battles,-- By the record of our foes,-- By Schuyler, Knox, old Putnam, Greene,-- By Marion's men, and Harry Lee, Let us forget all party strife, And only know that we are free. The world has seen What we have been. Oh! still preserve the Old Thirteen. With what blindness are we smitten, Brother thus opposing brother! In the nation's past 'tis written, Freedom is our glorious mother. You can count her pangs of travail In the banner waving o'er us; History tells the wreck and carnage That o'erspread her when she bore us. Shall love languish When her anguish, B
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