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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), Little Eddie, the Drummer-Boy: a Reminiscence of Wilson's Creek. (search)
deep mourning, leading by the hand a sharp, sprightly-looking boy, apparently about twelve or thirteen years of age. Her story was soon told. She was from East-Tennessee, where her husband had been killed by the rebels, and all their property destroyed. She had come to St. Louis in search of her sister, but not finding her, and e angle, and after peering into the little fellow's face a moment, he observed: My little man, can you drum? Yes, sir, he replied, I drummed for captain Hill in Tennessee. Our fifer immediately commenced straightening himself upward until all the angles in his person had disappeared, when he placed his fife in his mouth, and playlent, and then as it became more light I heard it again. I listened — the sound of the drum was familiar to me — and I knew that it was Our drummer-boy from Tennessee Beating for help the reveille. I was about to desert my post to go to his assistance, when I discovered the officer of the guard approaching with two men. We
d the rallying cry Along the coasts, the Middle States replied From thronging marts, the echoes leaped along The Mississippi Valley, whose vast floods Throb like the pulses of the Nation's heart, And pale Virginia, all besprinkled now With War's red baptism, to Kentucky spoke, Kentucky tried but faithful unto death To sad Missouri called, Missouri passed The kindling watchword to the vast North-west, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Who louder sang than Niagara's roar To the unconquered heights of Tennessee; Hoarse echoes, like the low sepulchral moan Of subterranean fires, disturbed the Gulf-- The bleeding Gulf betrayed and overawed-- Then swelling loud as an Archangel's trump, Or shrill winds piping o'er the stormy flood, It thundered back from far Pacific's coast. Come to the tombs by mourning millions thronged Beneath the oak of weeping. Glorious dead Fame's cemetery holds no hero dust More dearly honored in sublime repose. Pale ashes, with a nation's tears bedewed, And fanned by sighs
Deserters Branded and Whipped by the Rebels.--A letter in the Memphis (Tennessee) Appeal, dated Camp Beauregard, near Feliciana, Ky., December 22d, says: On Friday all the troops at this station were assembled together and formed into square, for the purpose of witnessing the punishment of three men, belonging to the First Missouri regiment, convicted of desertion. It is not necessary to give their names, or the facts drawn out by the court-martial concerning their crime. They were branded on the left hip with the letter D, with a hot iron made in the shape of that letter, then their heads were closely shaved, and finally they were each hit fifty lashes on the bare back, in the presence of all their comrades, and drummed out of the service to the tune of the Rogue's March. Volunteers who often speak of quitting the service upon the slightest provocation, without the proper discharges, and who seem to regard the act lightly, should take warning from the fate of these po
A traitor's honor.--A. J. Morey, formerly of the Cynthiana News, whose arrest and imprisonment at Camp Chase in October, 1861, has been noticed, was released on his parole of honor about the first of November, to attend the burial of his wife, who had been long in a declining state of health. Instead of reporting himself at Camp Chase, upon the expiration of his parole, he made his way to Tennessee, and in the Memphis Avalanche of the fifteenth he publishes a letter in which he depicts the great wrongs to which he has been subjected, and concludes as follows: This much, Messrs. Editors, I have deemed proper to say for myself. I do not whine nor ask the sympathies of any one. I am loose from Yankee despotism, and with my musket in one hand and the black flag of extermination to the foe in the other, I intend to avenge my own and my country's wrongs; and, if thoughts of a murdered wife and home made desolate, do not nerve my arm to strength and execution, I should be an ign
The Union men in East-Tennessee.--The Greenville (Tenn.) Banner of the twenty-sixth February says: The third Georgia Battalion had scarcely got out of sight of our town until some of our citizens, who had voluntarily taken the oath to support the Southern Confederacy, began to get very bold in denouncing the South and the Southern army, and advocating the Union--some abusing Governor Harris, wishing to see him hung by the Yankees; others saying that some of the Southern men would have to leave here when the Yankee army gets in, and many other expressions which are characteristic of the individuals expressing them. Col. Ledbetter has not left this country yet, and we give warning to those persons to be careful, lest they may have to face the Colonel in answer for a violation of their pledges to the Southern Confederacy. This is only a friendly admonition, to keep such individuals out of trouble. Our authorities are determined to not be bothered with a foe amongst us, while
hearts and loyal! Ay, 'tis Du Pont at work, Shelling the snakes that lurk Down by Port Royal! What's this from old Kentuck? There, down upon his luck, Puts many a flying scamp? What could you offer To stop him as he scuds? Not all the baby-duds In Zollicoffer's camp, it seems, were found quantities of children's Clothes, plundered from loyal houses by the rebels, and carefully preserved for the use of their own offspring. Hived in your thieving camp, Black Zollicoffer! Straight through Tennessee The flag is flapping free-- Ay, nothing shorter! But first, with shot and shell, The road was cleared right well-- Ye made each muzzle tell, Brave Foote and Porter I! Shear the old Stripes and Stars Short, for the bloody bars? No, not an atom! How, 'neath yon cannon-smoke, Volley and charge and stroke, Roar around Roanoke! Burnside is at 'em! O brave lads of the West! Joy to each valiant breast! Three days of steady fight-- Three shades of stormy night-- Donelson tumbles. Surrender out o
50. on the Shores of Tennessee. ”Move my arm-chair, faithful Pompey, In the sushine bright and strong, For this world is fnd to me Of the wavelets softly breaking On the shores of Tennessee. Mournful though the ripples murmur, As they still the stree That shout and point to Union colors, On the waves of Tennessee.” ”Massa's berry kind to Pompey; But ole darky's happy heme; Mebbie she would miss the flowers She used to love in Tennessee. ‘Pears like she was watching Massa-- If Pompey should beuld be, If he served the Lord of heaven While he lived in Tennessee.“ Silently the tears were rolling Down the poor old duskyknee, Ere she loved the gallant soldier, Ralph Vervair of Tennessee. Still the south wind fondly lingers 'Mid the veteran's see I “Massa! Massa! Hallelujah! The flag's come back to Tennessee!” “Pompey, hold me on your shoulder, Help me stand on f with me-- God and Union! be our watchword Evermore in Tennessee.” Then the trembling voice grew fainter, And
57. call all! call all! by Georgia. Whoop! the Doodles have broken loose, Roaring round like the very deuce! Lice of Egypt, a hungry pack, After 'em, boys, and drive 'em back. Bull-dog, terrier, cur and fice, Back to the beggarly land of ice; Worry 'em, bite 'em, scratch and tear Everybody and everywhere. Old Kentucky is caved from under, Tennessee is split asunder, Alabama awaits attack, And Georgia bristles up her back. Old John Brown is dead and gone! Still his spirit is marching on, Lantern-jawed, and legs, my boys, Long as an ape's from Illinois! Want a weapon? Gather a brick! Club or cudgel, or stone or stick, Anything with a blade or but, Anything that can cleave or cut. Anything heavy, or hard, or keen I Any sort of slaying machine! Anything with a willing mind, And the steady arm of a man behind. Want a weapon? Why, capture one! Every Doodle has got a gun, Belt and bayonet, bright and new, Kill a Doodle and capture two! Shoulder to shoulder, son and sire I All, call a
Rebel State War Contributions. J. B. Jones, of the Passport Office, writes to the Richmond Examiner, that the whole amount of contributions to the confederate army in Virginia during the last three months has not fallen short of three millions of dollars. The subjoined list comprises almost exclusively the donations made to the army of the Potomac: North-Carolina,$325,471Alabama,$317,600 Mississippi,272,670Georgia,244,885 South-Carolina,137,206Texas,87,800 Louisiana,61,950Virginia,48,070 Tennessee,17,000Florida,2,350 Arkansas,950  Total,$1,515,898 --Phil. Press, Jan. 30.
ot less than one hundred rounds. They will take with them nothing but ground coffee, relying upon the citizens and their guns for food. They propose in these small squads to guard the Tennessee River. They will take their opportunities from behind trees, logs, and in the narrow bends of the river, to pick off the Lincoln pilots. They can plank a Minie-ball in a sheet of foolscap paper, at a distance of six hundred yards; and we venture the assertion that such a corps of sharpshooters will be as great a terror to the enemy's boats as our gunboats were at Fort Donelson. Let each county bordering on the Tennessee River, in West-Tennessee, send a squad of such men on this duty, and the pilots will soon refuse to ascend a stream where death awaits them behind any big tree. A man may face a known or seen danger, but when he cannot divine how, from what quarter, and at what moment the arrow may be sped, he will shrink from it with an unaccountable dread. Memphis Avalanche, Feb. 26.
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