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John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Pelham the gallant (search)
in his work during those days of struggle. He fell back neither too soon nor too late, and only limbered up his guns to unlimber again in the first position which he reached. Thus fighting every inch of the way from Aldie, round by Paris, and Markham's, he reached the Rappahannock, and posted his artillery at the fords, where he stood and bade the enemy defiance. That page in the history of the war is scarcely known; but those who were present know the obstinacy of the contests, and the ner if Pelham was fool enough to stay there, he was not. But General Jackson thanked him, as he thanked him at Cold Harbour, when the brave young soldier came back covered with dust from fighting his Napoleon — the light of victory in his eyes. At Markham, while he was fighting the enemy in front, they made a circuit and charged him in the rear; but he turned his guns about, and fought them as before, with his Napoleon detachment singing the loud, triumphant Marseillaise, as that same Napoleon g
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., A fight, a dead man, and a coffin: an incident of 1864. (search)
ainst him, he retreated to his mountain fastnesses — not a trace of his existence could be found. If the force was small, he attacked and nearly always cut to pieces or captured it. With his headquarters near Piedmont Station, on the Manassas railroad, east of the Ridge, he knew by his scouts of any movement; then couriers were seen going at full gallop to summon the men, scattered among the mountain spurs, or waiting at remote houses in the woods, to the previously specified rendezvous-at Markham's, Upperville, Paris, Oak Grove, or elsewhere; then Mosby set out; and he nearly always came back with spoils — that is to say, arms, horses, and prisoners. In November, 1864, this state of things had become intolerable. Early had been forced to retire — that wolf with the sharp claws; but Mosby, the veritable wildcat, still lingered in the country as dangerous as ever. Immense indignation was experienced by the enemy at this persistent defiance; and an additional circumstance at this<
William Tecumseh Sherman, Memoirs of General William T. Sherman ., volume 1, chapter 14 (search)
country be held in check till a concentration could be effected by us at the point threatened. From the best information we could gather, General Johnston had about thirty or forty thousand men. I took post near a plantation of one Trible, near Markham's, and frequently reconnoitred the whole line, and could see the enemy engaged in like manner, on the east side of Big Black; but he never attempted actually to cross over, except with some cavalry, just above Bear Creek, which was easily driven back. I was there from June 20th to the 4th of July. In a small log-house near Markham's was the family of Mr. Klein, whose wife was the daughter of Mrs. Day, of New Orleans, who in turn was the sister of Judge T. W. Bartley, my brother-in-law. I used frequently to drop in and take a meal with them, and Mrs. Klein was generally known as the general's cousin, which doubtless saved her and her family from molestation, too common on the part of our men. One day, as I was riding the line nea
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 24. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.28 (search)
idge where the whole Federal corps had picked their position to command the roads from Cashtown and Carlisle. The position was a strong one, with free sweep for their artillery. Yet, in spite of its commander being disabled, this now declimated division was chosen to be placed under General Pickett, commanded by General Pettigrew, to take part in the fatal, but glorious charge on Cemetery Heights on the 3d of July. In that last charge fell my friend, Colonel James Marshall, of Markham, Fauquier county, Va., colonel of a North Carolina regiment, and commanding Pettigrew's Brigade. This, I think, shows that the bringing on of the battle of Gettysburg by surprise was, in the providence of God, due to the want of cavalry in front of Heth's Infantry. Who could blame General Heth for driving the cavalry before him when he had been surprised into loss. From there being no pursuit of the regiment, I left Gettysburg on the eve of the 30th of June. General Heth could not know there was
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.35 (search)
ain received the thanks of old Stonewall at Second Manassas, where he thrust his guns forward almost into the enemy's columns and used them with bloody effect. During this fight Jackson said to Stuart, pointing to the young artillerist: General, if you have another Pelham give him to me. He was then twenty-three years old. In the bloody repulse the Federals received at Sharpsburg, his guns roared for hours, and a little later he was with Stuart in the bloody track he made from Aldie to Markham's, fighting the immense odds of the foe till they were in a few yards of his guns, drawing off to a better position only to fight again. In was in this gory track that an instance occurred which illustrates his courage. He was with one gun far in advance of the others when the enemy almost reached him, and Stuart ordered him to retire, but he begged to be allowed to remain a little longer, which request was granted. His cannoneers scampered away and left him alone. He loaded the piece a
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 37. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Story of battle of five Forks. (search)
ponent part of Grant's army, and scarcely lived in name. In The Army of Northern Virginia all answered to its last roll call that had not already made final answer at the summons of the Master. Each of these two great armies had found in the other, a foreman worthy of its steel, and each, in a manner, lies buried in a common grave, overwhelmed by a tidal wave. With the surrender of The Army of Northern Virginia ended the life of The Confederate States, whose birth-throes shook a continent. The Confederate States died a—borning, and upon its in Memoriam, With spirit pointing to heaven this inscription: No nation rose so white and fair, None fell so pure of crime, Will survive the effacements of time; and two figures will always stand out upon it in bold relief— Jefferson Davis and Robert E. Lee. Around them, the others will be grouped. Near to them, perhaps, nearest, will be: Jackson and Forrest. Robert M. Stribling. Markham, Fauquier county, Va.
Medford Historical Society Papers, Volume 28., The beginning of a New village. (search)
mping station. We will never forget how insignificant and lonely the frame of that house looked to us as we saw it from Goat Acre just after its erection—a speck in that wide, open plain. Another survey was made with new streets and smaller lots in the western corner, which found readier purchasers at a second sale in August. Next, another like survey was made in the southern corner, and the location of Riverside avenue changed to a lower grade across where in Medford's earliest days was Markham's clay land. We found no such clay pits as those at South Medford and Glenwood, but enormous quantities of bricks must have been made in those long-ago days from the deep excavation made from the river and between Myrtle street and Boston avenue where was the high embankment of the canal. In 1870 the canal aqueduct, a picturesque ruin, still spanned the river, and five years before was the subject of a sketch and oil painting by Nathan Brown of Brooks street. See Register, Vol. VII,
The Daily Dispatch: November 24, 1862., [Electronic resource], Later from the North. (search)
Justice Marshalls former residence. A letter in the New York Times, from its army correspondent, gives the following description of these two places: At Markham, which is an insignificant little village of a couple of score of houses, there is nothing of interest to note. Passing through the town, however, I was remindede stood but some fifty yards from the road. I rode up to it — a small, poor log house, plastered without. I found it occupied by a man who had been innkeeper at Markham till the times ruined him, and who, finding the house vacant, took possession.--He informed me of a fact of which I was either never aware, or which I had forgotten — namely, that Ashby had been the local agent at Markham of the Manassas Gap Railroad, and had resided alone in the little house. Another historical reminiscence in connection with the place is also worth passing mention, perhaps. It was the former place of residence of Chief Justice Marshall, one of whose grandsons now lives