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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 14 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 20 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 24 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 44 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 48 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 51 (search)
One hand for the Union.--In the battle of Bull Run, Henry Benson, of Kenosha co., Wis., fought gallantly with his regiment, the Second Wisconsin.
He was first shot through the hand, and exclaimed, There goes one hand for the Union.
Rally, boys, and down with the traitor!
Just then a ball struck him near the heart.
He died exclaiming, Tell my father I die like a man fighting for the Union. --Boston Journal, Aug. 7.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 52 (search)
The Rev. J. M. Willey, the indefatigable chaplain of the Third Connecticut regiment, relates the following curious incident: While the troops were resting at Centreville, he concluded that, as they were about to advance on Manassas, it was of great importance that they should be cheered and encouraged in their work Expecting to remain at Centreville over Sunday, he selected a text and arranged the plan for a sermon to be preached to his regiment; but alas!
the early march of Sunday morning defeated his purpose, and although the text still remains, the sermon was never preached.
It is sufficient to say that the text selected by Mr. Willey was that in Psalm LX., and 7th v., And Manasseh is mine. --N. Y. Tribune, Aug. 6.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 53 (search)
One of the Fire Zouaves, who had been in the battle of Bull Run and vamosed very soon thereafter, was recognized near Washington market, in this city, a day or two ago. What the devil are you doing here?
asked the acquaintance, when he recognized him, got leave of absence?
No thundered the Zouave.
I got the word to fall back at Bull Run, and nobody has told me to halt, so I have kept on retreatina ever since, and got away here.
Who says that Fire Zouave is not under thorough discipline?--N. Y. Tribune, Aug. 6.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 54 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 56 (search)
New York, Aug. 9.--A letter received in this city from Atlanta, Ga., gives this incident of the battle at Stone Bridge:
A staff officer from Charleston, engaged in the battle of the 21st of July, says:
I rode out the day after the battle to view the ground, and passed piles of dead in various positions.
Under a large tree I saw a body lying, very handsomely dressed, with a fancy sword, and a handker-chief over the face.
It attracted my curiosity.
I stopped, removed the handkerc an twelve or fourteen years old. His appearance and dress indicated high social position; probably he was a temporary aid to some general officer.
To ascertain who lie was, I examined his pockets, and found a Testament, in which was written,
James Simmons, New York.
From his loving mother.
My son, remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth.
I wished very much to take the body away, but I was six miles from quarters, on horseback, and it was impossible. --Evening Post, Aug. 10.