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Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1861. (search)
on, with a large force, had crossed the river and taken possession of Martinsburg, and that General Johnston had sent Colonel Stuart, with his cavalry, to reconnoitre and cut off his supplies, and to prevent a retreat. All these things make us anxioe, and if they can only have men and ammunition enough we have nothing to fear. The army in Fairfax seems quiet. Colonel Stuart, with his cavalry, has driven the enemy back, and taken possession of Chestnut Hill as Headquarters. There they are celess head. But a still more trying scene occurred a short time ago. Our soldiers were surrounding her house, when Colonel Stuart sent off a raiding party. During that night the Yankees advanced, and our men retired. The Yankees at once heard thg the mother too well to attempt to extort any thing from her, ordered the little boys to tell them in what direction Colonel Stuart had gone. The boys told them that they could tell nothing. Threats followed; finally handcuffs and irons for the an
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1862. (search)
ner that there was something unusual the matter. He was Lieutenant Latane, of Stuart's Brigade. They had been fighting on the road from Hanover Court-House to the lie side by side, martyrs to a holy cause. We have heard nothing from General Stuart; he had 5,000 men and three guns. The pickets have disappeared from aroundularly with soldiers' wives. I asked an officer to-day, what had become of General Stuart? He said he was a smart fellow, and he guessed he had returned to Richmonded for many days. We received a Richmond Dispatch by underground railroad. General Stuart's raid was like a story in the Arabian nights' Entertainments. He passed do thing else. Rev. Mr. C. came up to-day, and gave us some amusing incidents of Stuart's raid. As some of our men rode by Mr. B's gate, several of them went in with during these exciting times. One of the party told me an anecdote of General J. E. B. Stuart, which pleased me greatly. Mrs. S. was in the cars, and near her sat
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, June 14th, 1862. (search)
June 14th, 1862. While quietly sitting on the porch yesterday evening, I saw a young man rapidly approaching the house, on foot; at first we took it for granted that he was a Yankee, but soon found from his dress that he was one of our soldiers, and from his excited manner that there was something unusual the matter. He was Lieutenant Latane, of Stuart's Brigade. They had been fighting on the road from Hanover Court-House to the Old Church, and his brother, the captain of the Essex Troop, had been killed about two miles from W. The mill-cart from W. soon after passed along, and he put his brother's body into it, and brought it to W. There he found a Yankee picket stationed. C. immediately took the dead soldier into her care, promising to bury him as tenderly as if he were her brother; and having no horse left on the place, (the enemy had taken them all,) sent him here, by a private way, to elude the vigilance of the picket, to get M's only remaining horsefor the poor fellow ha
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, June 15th, 1862. (search)
June 15th, 1862. Yesterday was the only day for three weeks that we have been free from the hated presence of Yankees. Aaron, whom we sent for Mr. C., was not allowed to pass the picket-post, so we took the body of our poor young captain and buried it ourselves in the S. H. grave-yard, with no one to interrupt us. The girls covered his honoured grave with flowers. He and our precious W. lie side by side, martyrs to a holy cause. We have heard nothing from General Stuart; he had 5,000 men and three guns. The pickets have disappeared from around us. The servant we sent for Mr. C. says that General S. burnt the encampment near the Old Church, on Saturday evening, killed many horses, and severely wounded a captain, who refused to surrender; the men scampered into the woods. He represents the Yankees as very much infuriated, vowing vengeance upon our people, from which we hope that they have been badly used. We feel intensely anxious about our brigade.
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, June 18th, 1862. (search)
June 18th, 1862. Our guard in full force to-day. It is so absurd to see the great fellows on their horses, armed from head to foot, with their faces turned towards us, standing at our yard-gate, guarding women and children, occasionally riding about on the gravel-walks, plucking roses, with which they decorate their horses' heads. A poor woman came to-day in a buggy, in pursuit of corn. She had been robbed by the enemy of every grain. This is the case with many others, particularly with soldiers' wives. I asked an officer to-day, what had become of General Stuart? He said he was a smart fellow, and he guessed he had returned to Richmond, but he ought to have paid a visit to his father-in-law, General Cooke, commanding the United States cavalry not many miles distant.
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, June 20th, 1862. (search)
June 20th, 1862. Our guard withdrew to-day, and we walked to W., a privilege we had not enjoyed for many days. We received a Richmond Dispatch by underground railroad. General Stuart's raid was like a story in the Arabian nights' Entertainments. He passed down from Hanover Court-House, behind the whole of McClellan's army, in many places so near as to hear the pickets, capturing and burning every thing which they could not take with them. They then crossed the Lower Chickahominy, and got back to camp before the enemy had recovered from their surprise; losing but one man, Captain Latane, whom we had the honour of burying The man who shot him, a Federal officer, was immediately killed by a private in his (Captain L's) company. The raiders burned two transports at the White House, destroyed any number of wagons, mules, stores, etc., and carried back 200 prisoners. The Yankees have been making vast preparations for surrounding them as they returned; but they were too wise to be ca
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, June 22d, 1862. (search)
liam, at Fort Delaware. He complains of nothing but his anxiety to be exchanged, and the impossibility of hearing from home. C., at the same time, got a letter from my brother. He writes in good spirits about our affairs.. Jackson's career is glorious. The sick and wounded are doing well; hospitals are in good order, and the ladies indefatigable in nursing. Surgeon-like, he tells more of the wounded than any thing else. Rev. Mr. C. came up to-day, and gave us some amusing incidents of Stuart's raid. As some of our men rode by Mr. B's gate, several of them went in with Mr. B's sons for a few moments. A dead Yankee lay at the gate. Mrs. W. (Mrs. B's daughter) supposing he was only wounded, ran out with restoratives to his assistance. While standing there, two Yankees came up. Mrs. W. ordered them to surrender, which one did without the slightest hesitation, giving up his arms, which she immediately carried in to her younger brother, who was badly armed. The other escaped, but
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1863. (search)
. The officer took occasion to sneer at the pride and aristocracy of Virginia, and winds up by asserting that this establishment belongs to the mother of General J. E. B. Stuart, to whom she is not at all related. March 18th, 1863. This evening, when leaving Richmond, we were most unexpectedly joined at the cars by our frienctly quiet. Sunday, may 10, 1863. Sad, sad tidings were brought to our cottage this morning! Washington, the youngest and darling son of our dear friend, Mrs. Stuart, has fallen. The mother and sisters are overwhelmed, while our whole household is shrouded in sorrow. He was young, brave, and a Christian. He fell while nob farther than Culpeper Court-House in that direction. Why this has been ordered I know not, but for some good military reason, I have no doubt. It is said that Stuart's cavalry have been fighting along the line of the Manassas Gap Railroad with great success. We can hear no particulars. Saturday evening, June 27, 1863. J
Judith White McGuire, Diary of a southern refugee during the war, by a lady of Virginia, 1864. (search)
e. About two o'clock a telegram came from General Stuart that he was in pursuit of the enemy. J. cor ourselves, we were soon asleep. To-day General Stuart telegraphs that the enemy were overtaken an which our brilliant cavalry leader, General J. E. B. Stuart, was severely wounded. He was brougheen giving us a most gratifying account of General Stuart's habits. He says, that although he consi. They were halting for a few moments, as General Stuart rode up quietly, no one suspecting he was an instant the air was rent with huzzas. General Stuart waved his cap in recognition; but called oys) it is not generally known how entirely General Stuart sacrificed his life to save Richmond. An in such imminent peril as the one in which General Stuart has just fallen. How we listened, and wat the enemy were approaching! We knew that General Stuart had a band of about 2,000 cavalry against cannon, save the battle's boom receding, When Stuart to the grave we bore, might tell With hearts a[6 more...]