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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 25. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The career of Wise's Brigade, 1861-5. (search)
from Charleston in April, 1864, Less than half were paroled of 2,400 who charged at Howlett's. Their last, after fighting in nineteen battles, was their most glorious charge; and they fired the last guns of the infantry at Appomattox. Of this and other commands, Gloucester's dead were piled on every battle field: Page, Taylor, Fitzhugh, Puller, Ellis, Robins, Hibble, Baytop, Millers, Roane, Bridges, Banks, Norton, Amory, Cooke, Edwards, Griffin, Massey, Newcomb, Bristow, Jones, Barry, Ware, Simcoe, R. B. Jones, Kenan, Pitts, Pointer, Leigh, Jeff Dutton, Elijah Dutton, Vincent Edwards, Dunstan, Hughes, Evans, Cary, Thos. Robins, Freeman, John Roane, Jenkins, Hobday, Albert Roane, Ransome, White, J. W. Robins, Woodland, Cooper, Summerson, Williams, Hogg, Sparrow, T. J. Hibble, Alex. Dutton, John Edwards, Rich, Dutton again, Dunbar Edwards, Gwyn—I cease to call the roll, for they are absent by fifties and hundreds, and not a man answers to his name! In this succinct, didactic narrativ
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Narrative and legendary poems (search)
ye, for the night is chill with rain.’ And the goodwife drew the settle, and stirred the fire amain. The maid unclasped her cloak-hood, the firelight glistened fair In her large, moist eyes, and over soft folds of dark brown hair. Dame Garvin looked upon her: ‘It is Mary's self I see! Dear heart!’ she cried, ‘now tell me, has my child come back to me?’ ‘My name indeed is Mary,’ said the stranger sobbing wild; “Will you be to me a mother? I am Mary Garvin's child! She sleeps by wooded Simcoe, but on her dying day She bade my father take me to her kinsfolk far away. And when the priest besought her to do me no such wrong, She said, “May God forgive me! I have closed my heart too long. When I hid me from my father, and shut out my mother's call, I sinned against those dear ones, and the Father of us all. Christ's love rebukes no home-love, breaks no tie of kin apart; Better heresy in doctrine, than heresy of heart. Tell me not the Church must censure: she who wept
h one hundred and eighty dragoons and forty mounted infantry, Tarleton rode seventy miles in twenty-four hours, destroying public stores on the Chap. XXV.} 1781. June. way; but the assembly, having received warning, had adjourned, and Jefferson had gone to the mountains on horseback. The dragoons overtook seven of the legislature. Otherwise the expedition was fruit less. Steuben had transported his magazine across the Fluvanna, and was safe, the water being too deep to be forded; but Simcoe, who was sent against him, made him believe that the whole British army was in pursuit of him; and he fled, leaving behind him some part of his stores. The two detachments rejoined the camp of Cornwallis, which extended along the James river from the Point of Fork to a little below the mouth of Byrd creek. Tarleton had suffered nothing of Jefferson's at Monticello to be injured. At Elk Hill, under the eye of Cornwallis, all the barns and fences were 25. burned; the growing crops destro
would answer all the ends of our drill as well as the most splendid rider in the world. He can ride up, fire off a revolver, wheel to the right about, and gallop away; or he can throw the bridle of his horse to some comrade, dismount, take a tree, and pop away like an Indian. We are told that the nature of our country is such that our cavalry cannot charge as in Europe. Tariton's Legion, then, was all a myth, we suppose. There never was such a body of troops as the Queen's Rangers, under Simcoe. --Lee's Legion was the fabrication of some crazy rebel during the revolution. Tariton did not charge Morgan at the Cowpens, and William Washington did not charge Tariton in turn. Lee did not charge Tariton in the lane in front of Guilford just before the battle, and Tariton did not charge our left wing (in the woods, too,) at that battle under cover of the smoke raised by a body of infantry who fired especially for that purpose. These are all inventions — pure inventions. The country wo
tting races have been substituted for the genuine sports of the turf. We have not been slow to imitate, and the consequence has been that blood horses have become a rarity throughout the South. In the days of the old revolution, horses of high blood were much more common than they have ever been since. Everybody seems to have owned a blooded horse. When Cornwallis passed through those portions of the State that lie between the Tidewater region and the county of Albemarle, Tarlton and Simcoe (especially the former) swept the stables and pastures. So successful was Tarlton, especially in his several raids upon the farmers and planters, that a contemporary writer says his whole command was mounted upon race horses. Of these, no doubt, he imported many from England, but many more he got from the stables of Virginia gentlemen. The steed upon which he himself was mounted was the most famous racer of the day. He was called "Black- and-all-Black," and belonged to a gentleman whose n