Named Entity Results, Fredericksburgh (New York, United States)

ring. On opening a back-door in one of the rebel houses, he found a rebel wounded in the hand, and ordered him to surrender. He did so, and was taken by the boysoldier to the Seventh Michigan. When the drummerboy recrossed the river from Fredericksburgh, General Burnside said to him, in the presence of the army: Boy, I glory in your spunk; if you keep on this way a few more years, you will be in my place. Robert is a native of New-York, but moved with his parents to Michigan when he was he went to Louisville, West-Point, Ky., and Elizabethtown, Ky.--at the last-named place he was appointed drummer-boy. Since that time he has been in six battles, as follows: Lebanon, Murfreesboro, Chattanooga, Shelbyville, McMinnsville, and Fredericksburgh. At the battle of Murfreesboro, where the Union forces were taken by surprise before daylight in the morning, after beating the long-roll, and pulling the fifer out of bed to assist him, he threw aside his drum, and seizing a gun, fired six

A friendly interview between pickets. A correspondent writing from the Ninth army corps, opposite Fredericksburgh, Va., narrates the following, which occurred on Christmas-day, 1862, while the writer was out on picket with his company: After partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded to test the truth of it by paddling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: I met quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain. Yes, I suppose so, if you were there, said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. We left very many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a very hot place fo

Fail! by A. P. Mccombs. Fail! who dares to utter such a thought, With heritage so dearly bought; What! twenty millions freemen fail, Who do and dare, whose hearts ne'er quail, Whose cause is just and must prevail O'er every foe? Fail! with millions spent, with thousands slain, With all our tears, with all our pains, With all we've lost, with all we've won? By Fredericksburgh! by Donelson! By heaven, no! Fail! never while a Bunker Hill, Or Cowpens field is whispering still, Or Saratoga's frowning peak, Or Brandywine's red flowing creek, With Yorktown battlements still speak Of glorious deeds. We cannot drop a single star, While Italy looks to us afar, While Poland lives, while Ireland hopes, While Afric's son in slavery gropes, And silent pleads. Fail! never breathe such burning shame, Sell not your birthright or your name, He's sure a coward or a knave Who'd heap dishonor on the grave Of all the host of martyred brave, For liberty. What! twenty millions freemen fail, Whos

Fredericksburgh, Va., Dec. 25, 1863. We were driving Sedgwick's infidels across Banks's Ford, when a Yankee officer was seen making his way through the streets of Fredericksburgh, where we had no troops at the time, in order to gain the opposite side of the river. A number of ladies, standing on a porch at the time, saw the runaway and cried out, Stop him! Stop him! when a Miss Philippa Barbour, a niece of Colonel Phil. Barbour, of Virginia, with a number of other ladies gave chase, and rFredericksburgh, where we had no troops at the time, in order to gain the opposite side of the river. A number of ladies, standing on a porch at the time, saw the runaway and cried out, Stop him! Stop him! when a Miss Philippa Barbour, a niece of Colonel Phil. Barbour, of Virginia, with a number of other ladies gave chase, and ran the Yankee officer nearly down, who, convulsed with laughter at the sport and the idea of being pursued by ladies, became nearly exhausted, and gave up on being hemmed in at the corner of a garden fence. The ladies took him prisoner and locked him up in a room until our troops again entered the city.--Mobile Tribune.

worthy of being told, while it would be more interesting, than that of the Missouri Guard to which Mrs. Fremont devotes a book. It was this guard, with some of the Sixth Ohio cavalry, that, led by Captain Dahlgren, made the famous raid into Fredericksburgh last fall, and which rebels even confess was the most daring feat of the war. The story is worth repeating. Fifty-two men, more than fifty miles from any support, pierced through the enemy's pickets, forded the Rappahannock, and dashed into Fredericksburgh, which was occupied by five hundred rebel cavalry, of whom they killed and wounded a number, and at one time captured one hundred and twenty, bringing off over forty, recrossing the river and returning with a loss of one man killed and one taken prisoner. The rebels were so badly scared that many of them did not pause in their flight until they reached another body of troops several miles below Fredericks-burgh. To return to the narrative of our expedition — which, however,