Named Entity Results, Sigel

ah! hurrah! Our colors are well worth sustaining; From them we'll never fly, But we'll conquer or we'll die, In defence of our happy land of Canaan. The greatest peril yet, By which our country's been beset, In this civil war which now is reigning; There's but one thing left to do, We must whip the rebel crew, And drive them from the happy land of Canaan. Way down in old Missouri, There's where General Lyon fell, And died where the bullets were a-raining; He left his gallant band, With brave Sigel in command, Now he's happy in a better land of Canaan. Col. Mulligan's brigade, They were never yet afraid, Fought at Lexington five days without complaining; Fed the rebels shell and shot, Till they out of water got, Then surrendered up their happy land of Canaan. There's the “Dutch Company,” Who are fighting for the free, When in battle every nerve they are straining; When it comes to run away, They will tell you, “Nix furstay!” They're an honor to our happy land of Canaan. I will tell yo

f not less than twenty-five thousand effective men, and operate directly against Lee's army, wherever it may be found. Sigel collects all his available force in two columns, one, under Ord and Averill, to start from Beverly, Virginia, and the othoon as he can. Gillmore is ordered to report at Fortress Monroe by the 18th inst., or as soon thereafter as practicable. Sigel is concentrating now. None will move from their places of rendezvous until I direct, except Banks. I want to be ready tonot calculate on very great results; but it is the only way I can take troops from there. With the long line of railroad Sigel has to protect, he can spare no troops, except to move directly to his front. In this way he must get through to inflictreat damage on the enemy, or the enemy must detach from one of his armies a large force to prevent it. In other words, if Sigel can't skin himself, he can hold a leg while some one else skins. I am, general, very respectfully, your obedient serva

How the battle of Pea-Ridge was won.--A private letter from the West contains the following interesting paragraph: The battle of Pea-Ridge was the best fighting during the war. It was not generalship but soldiership that won it. At the close of the second day all the leading officers except Sigel and Dodge were disheartened, and regarded a surrender as a foregone conclusion. But the men had just got up to the right pitch, and, around the camp-fires on that weary night, they did not have the faintest idea of being whipped, but universally said: To-morrow we will finish up this business and whip these fellows out. So they did, through clear Northern pluck, and nothing else. Boston Transcript, April 12.

d terrors still. How sank the right! how treason flushed and vaunted! We had no country and the slave no hope! Where slept the sword that in the erst could cope With grander tyrannies, whose banners flaunted Over the empires where its chieftains led? A deep reply came up from Hilton Head; From stormy Hatteras the answer broke, And echoed down the strand of Roanoke, And broke in thunder on the Cumberland! And vengeance trembled on the lips of law, Where Tennessee raised her ungyved hand, And Sigel broke the chains of Arkansaw! We have made history! ourselves have done it, And begged no help from emperors and peers; Thrown our own gauntlet down, crossed swords and won it, Called from our own sweet vales these volunteers, And fed them with our golden sheaves and ears. The rills obscure, that sang the livelong year, So lonesomely that none were known to hear; The mill-roads, where the weeds choked up the tracks, And stopped the ox-cart; and the patch of pines, Where never within memory

tory, In deeds of valor done, Will e'en outvie the daring high Of honored Wellington. Fort Donelson was nobly earned, Pea Ridge was won full well; Of Pittsburgh Landing time would fail The glorious things to tell. These are the battles, not of boys, But men of iron will, Who swore to die or plant on high The Union banner still. And then the men who led them on To triumph in these days, For them, a people's gratitude, A nation's loudest praise! Halleck and Buell, Grant and Smith, Curtis and Sigel, all Whose battle-cry is, “Do or die!” Before your feet we fall! And oh! the One who spared their lives Amid the leaden hail, If we forget to honor him, We in our duty fail. 'Twas his right arm that led them on Through carnage and through death, His sleepless eye that, from on high, Beheld their fainting breath. “Up! up and at them once again, Ye sturdy men and bold: They have profaned my Sabbath-day, That I ordained of old.” 'Twas as a voice from heaven that spoke, Ere yet the fight w

A story of General Sigel.--On the return of Gen. Fremont's army from the South-west, Sigel commanded the division that came by Lebanon to Rolla. A few miles this side of Lebanon, the army encamped over night on the farm of a man who was in sympSigel commanded the division that came by Lebanon to Rolla. A few miles this side of Lebanon, the army encamped over night on the farm of a man who was in sympathy with the rebellion, and his fence-rails were all burned for fire-wood, and his farm stripped of whatever was useful and necessary to subsist the troops and horses of the train. In the morning, the farmer came with a large bill of damages, and asked for payment. The quartermaster came to Gen. Sigel to know what should be done about it. Col. Wormoth was present, and the General asked him whether the man was a loyal citizen. The Colonel replied that he was a conditional Union man at first, but that he had afterwards sympathized with the rebellion. Turning to the quartermaster, Gen. Sigel then replied: Mr. Quartermaster, then you sympathize with the Government. It is hardly necessary to add that the secesh farmer did not obtain what

33. I fights mit Sigel! by grant P. Robinson. I met him again, he was trudging along, His knapsack with chickens was swelling: He'd “Blenkered” these dainties, and thought it no wrong From someng slowly around he smilingly said, For the thought made him stronger and bolder: “I fights mit Sigel!” The next time I saw him his knapsack was gone, His cap and canteen were missing, Shell, shra He said, as a shell from the enemy's gun Sent his arm and his musket a “kiting:” “I fights mit Sigel!” And once more I saw him and knelt by his side, His life-blood was rapidly flowing; I whispere, “tell them! oh! tell them I fights” -- Poor fellow! he thought of no other-- “I fights mit Sigel!” We scraped out a grave, and he dreamlessly sleeps On the banks of the Shenandoah River; His er We placed a rough board at the head of his grave, “And we left him alone in his glory,” But on it we marked ere we turned from the spot, The little we knew of his story-- “I fights mit