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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The treatment of prisoners during the war between the States. (search)
He was there surrounded by another company of prisoners, who tried to get an audience. He refused to hear them; and referred them to Dr. Handy, urging as he went out--He knows I want to do right. Colonel Jones lingered a few hours, and died in great agony. Dr. Handy has kindly placed in our hands his private letter-book containing a large number of statements of prison experience by his fellow-prisoners. We can only extract one of these. Statement of Rev. George Harris, of Upperville, Virginia. On the morning of the 30th of August our quiet village was thrown into excitement by a report of the approach of Yankees. From the fact that private citizens had recently been arrested and carried from their homes by raiding parties, nearly every male inhabitant of the village felt it to be unsafe to remain at home; and I have reason to believe that I was the only man left in town upon their arrival. I relied upon my sacred calling for security from molestation, and as usual awa
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 10: (search)
with extensive corn-fields and large orchards, until we arrived in the evening in the vicinity of the little village of Upperville, where we bivouacked, and without difficulty obtained abundant provisions for our men and forage for our animals. Trtune and participants in the suffering. Having sent out a strong cordon of pickets from our place of bivouac near Upperville, General Stuart yielded to the urgent solicitations of Dr Eliason, our staff-surgeon, to ride with him to his home in tope of again meeting the enemy, was in motion along the road leading to the little town of Union, about midway between Upperville and Leesburg, near which latter place we were quite sure of encountering them. We reached Union at noon, where we cameouacked with the cavalry near Middleburg, while for me was reserved the agreeable duty of riding on special business to Upperville, where, beneath the hospitable roof of Dr Eliason, I passed some pleasant hours with the family circle, to whom I had t
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 11: (search)
11: Fights near Union. retreat towards Upperville. fight near Upperville. retreat towards Paris. Upperville. retreat towards Paris. 1st November. The following morning we received reports that the enemy in heavy force was advancing fromand a half beyond the town on the road leading to Upperville, we halted and again confronted our assailants, wneral Stuart accordingly determined to retreat to Upperville, and ordered me to recall our dismounted men all d allowed us to retire quietly to the vicinity of Upperville, about a mile from which place we bivouacked. A s I soon found near Ashby's Gap, a few miles from Upperville, where a range of mountains, spurs of the Blue Rid in precipitation, through the narrow streets of Upperville, followed by the hostile cavalry in eager pursuitwe could overlook the whole lower country towards Upperville. In the waning light of the day we could plainlyThe hostile batteries, occupying the heights near Upperville, kept up an incessant firing upon our troops asce
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 24: (search)
th of June. I am severely wounded. stay at Upperville, and retreat from there to Mr B.‘s plantatiocontinued accordingly towards the village of Upperville, where our cavalry separated into several co amounted to several hundreds, I was sent to Upperville, whither they had been despatched, to superiry, were pressing Stuart slowly back towards Upperville. The next night I again passed favourably, e day he might be forced to fall back beyond Upperville, in which case I should be informed in time ot visit. Turning to the left after leaving Upperville, we had, on our way thither, to pass for a s that they had been searching every house in Upperville and the vicinity for the prominent Confedera been killed at last, and his body buried at Upperville. The rest of the evening passed rapidly aw enemy was retreating, Stuart having retaken Upperville, and being in pursuit of the Federals in thethe 25th all our troops left the vicinity of Upperville to march onward to the Potomac, leaving me b
circuit of McClellan again in Maryland; the bitter conflicts near Upperville as Lee fell back; the fighting all along the slopes of the Blue Ra; the obstinate stand he made once more on the old ground around Upperville as Lee again fell back; the heavy petites guerres of Culpeper; thof felicity with him; and when, during the hard falling back near Upperville, in the fall of 1862, the news came of the death of his little das of the enemy's cavalry, and very nearly cut off; and again near Upperville, later in the same year, when he was driven back, foot by foot, t to the Blue Ridge was obstructed; and somewhere near Middleburg, Upperville, or Paris, the advancing column would find the wary cavalier. Thof them. It was often diamond cut diamond. In the fields around Upperville, and everywhere along the road to Ashby's Gap, raged a war of giae close and bitter conflicts of his cavalry at Fleetwood, Auburn, Upperville, Middleburg, South Mountain, Monocacy, Williamsport, Shepherdstow
from the Rapidan; the close and bitter struggle when the enemy, with an overpowering force of infantry, cavalry, and artillery, about the twentieth of June, attacked the Southern cavalry near Middleburg, and forced them back step by step beyond Upperville, where in the last wild charge, when the Confederates were nearly broken, Hampton went in with the sabre at the head of his men and saved the command from destruction by his do or die fighting; the advance immediately into Pennsylvania, when thraits was his tall figure seen in front of the Southern horsemen, bidding them come on, not go on. He was not only the commander, but the sabreur too. Thousands will remember how his gallant figure led the charging column at Frederick City, at Upperville, at Gettysburg, at Trevillian's, and in a hundred other fights. Nothing more superb could be imagined than Hampton at such moments. There was no flurry in the man-but determined resolution. No doubt of the result apparently — no looking for
erations more perfectly conformed to the rules of civilized warfare. Virginia was invaded by the Federal forces, and large portions of her territory were occupied and laid under contribution. Especially was the country north of the Rappahannock thus exposed. It was a species of border-land which belonged to the party which could hold it; and to protect it from the inroads of the Federal forces, Mosby instituted a regular system of partisan warfare. His headquarters were generally near Upperville, just east of the ridge, and his scouts speedily brought him intelligence of any advance of the Federal cavalry. As soon as he was informed of their approach, he went to meet them, hovered near them, took his moment, and attacked them, his superior skill and knowledge of the country almost uniformly routing the force opposed to him. Another important part of his duty was to cut off and capture or destroy the trains of his adversaries. These things were exceedingly annoying, and made the
hich excite the bravest. He saw guns shattered and dismounted, or men torn to pieces, without exhibiting any signs of emotion. His nature seemed strung and every muscle braced to a pitch which made him rock; and the ghastliest spectacle of blood and death left his soul unmoved-his stern will unbent. That unbending will had been tested often, and never had failed him yet. At Manassas, Williamsburg, Cold Harbour, Groveton, Oxhill, Sharpsburg, Shepherdstown, Kearneysville, Aldie, Union, Upperville, Markham, Barbee's, Hazel River, and Fredericksburg-at these and many other places he fought his horse artillery, and handled it with heroic coolness. One day when I led him to speak of his career, he counted up something like a hundred actions which he had been in-and in every one he had borne a prominent part. Talk with the associates of the young leader in those hard-fought battles, and they will tell you a hundred instances of his dauntless courage. At Manassas he took position in a
and back again. Ho! For the Valley! This was the somewhat dramatic exclamation of Major-General J. E. B. Stuart, about the 24th of June, 1863, as he got into the saddle at the little village of Rector's Cross-Roads, between Middleburg and Upperville, and turned his horse's head westward toward the Blue Ridge mountains. If the worthy reader will return in memory to that epoch, and recall the route which the gay cavalier speedily directed his column over, the words above quoted will appevalry; behind the cavalry were seen the bristling bayonets of their infantry; from the right, the left, and the front, thundered their excellently served artillery. Stuart was pushed from hill to hill, the enemy came on mile after mile, and at Upperville a great disaster seemed imminent. The Federal forces closed in on front and flanks, made a desperate attack with the sabre, and the result seemed about to be decided. Stuart was in the very hottest of the press, sword in hand, determined evid
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)
e 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 time came to<
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