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The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller), Chapter 2: deeds of valor (search)
Scollard. Sheridan's ride Up from the South, at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste l those billows of war Thundered along the horizon's bar; And louder yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled, Making the blood of the listeneto the whole great army to say: ‘I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester down to save the day.’ Hurrah! hurrah for Sheridan! Hurrah! hurrah for horsan, who had made a flying visit to Washington, spent the night of the 18th at Winchester on his way back to the army. At Mill Creek, half a mile south of Winchester,Winchester, he came in sight of the fugitives. An officer who was at the front gives this account: ‘Far away in the rear was heard cheer after cheer. What was the cause? Wereere is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester—twenty miles away!’ Thomas Buchanan Read. The General's death The
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller), Chapter 3: in Memoriam (search)
musketry, startled the Union camp. The hastily formed line was sturdily repelling the charge when the appearance of cavalry in its rear caused it to fall back. But Jackson was soon following the dust of the retreating column down the road to Winchester. There banks, who was fond of shell, was attacked with artillery on the morning of May 25th, after which ten thousand bayonets rushed forward to the ringing Rebel yell in a charge that drove everything before them. Jackson, rising in his stirbers of the Maryland Club; and a trusty printer was found who struck off a dozen slips of it, principally for private distribution. That first printed copy of the song was headed found on a Rebel Sergeant of the old Stonewall brigade, taken at Winchester. the fabulous legend was for the misleading of the Federal provost marshal, as were also the address and date: Martinsburg, Sept. 13, 1862. Come, stack arms, men! pile on the rails, Stir up the camp-fire bright; No growling if the canteen f