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S. Rosecrans (search for this): chapter 3
3. Rosecrans. 'Twas something to be a chieftain when The Chaldee hero fought, For 'twas the battle-step of progress then, When manhood's work was wrought. And at the Pass, and Salamis, still higher Waved the glorious crest, When hero-warriors burned with patriot fire, And won a country's rest. And something 'twas, when Hamilcar's great son Was hero under oath-- But in that contest 'twas not Rome that won, For manhood conquered both. And when across the Medial gulf we look For radiant fieldsain, The great cause it shall stand.” A continent and more — there's freedom to lose-- The present requires it-- The great Future demands and freemen must choose As the ages invoke it. Lo! thousands sprang forth from valley and plain, And our Rosecrans was there-- The chief in the strife, and now we proclaim His deeds also are there. Hail! then, the great chief whose victories tell What the hero has done-- Let's march to his step, and all rebels compel To acknowledge that one, From E Pluribu
North (search for this): chapter 4
4. to the army of the Cumberland. Devoted band! baptized anew in blood, Standing again as ye before have stood To bay the waves of Treason's maddened flood, A wall, as that of adamantine stone, Or hills of granite in your own loved North, Were never aught alike in strength and worth!-- The nation whose torn heart hath sent you forth, The nation for whose life ye pledged your own, Looks proudly on you, and although the while, With o'erfull heart and tearful eye, can smile, And say, while counting o'er each blood-stained file: O Army of the Cumberland!--well done! The nation knew you! when ye stood the shield Before your comrade braves, whose doom was sealed 'Mid all the horrors of red Shiloh's field; Hopeless till you their saviours came, and burst As an avenging fate upon the foe, It marked you well, and treason felt the blow; And watching breathlessly it saw you go To dare and do what only heroes durst In that death-storm on Murfreesboro's plains, When Treason's blood ran cold t
Murfreesboro (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
t and tearful eye, can smile, And say, while counting o'er each blood-stained file: O Army of the Cumberland!--well done! The nation knew you! when ye stood the shield Before your comrade braves, whose doom was sealed 'Mid all the horrors of red Shiloh's field; Hopeless till you their saviours came, and burst As an avenging fate upon the foe, It marked you well, and treason felt the blow; And watching breathlessly it saw you go To dare and do what only heroes durst In that death-storm on Murfreesboro's plains, When Treason's blood ran cold through all her veins, And in the nation's heart, while swelled the strains Of Victory, you gained your place — the first. Again, brave souls, most glorious when most tried, 'Twas yours that surging sea of fire to ride, That round you licked and beat on every side, All mad and foaming with the hate of hell; We heard the roarings of that billowy host, And saw it smite, and you upon it tossed-- Oh! it was agony! and all seemed lost! Never! The stor
Parrott (search for this): chapter 5
5. the Swamp Angel. The large Parrott gun used in bombarding Charleston from the marshes of James Island is called the Swamp Angel.--Soldier's Letter. Down in the land of rebel Dixie, Near to the hot-bed of treason, Five miles away from Charleston, Amid the sands of James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the Swamp Angel. Can parrot, With plumage as black as a raven, And scream unlike her tropical sisters'-- A hundred-pounder, with terrible voice!-- Be called bird or angel? She's for Freedom, And Uncle Sam! synonymous terms; An angel of vengeance and not of mercy, Come to execute wrath upon the city Whence sprang secession. At night this angel raiseth her voice, And her cry is “woe,” and not “rejoice.” She sendeth far her meteor shell, And it soareth up as if to dwell With the twinkling stars in the fadeless blue; There poiseth itself for the mighty blow, Then downward shoots like a bolt from God: Crushes the dwelling and crimsons the sod! Fire leaps out from its ir
Charleston (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
5. the Swamp Angel. The large Parrott gun used in bombarding Charleston from the marshes of James Island is called the Swamp Angel.--Soldier's Letter. Down in the land of rebel Dixie, Near to the hot-bed of treason, Five miles away from Charleston, Amid the sands of James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the SwamCharleston, Amid the sands of James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the Swamp Angel. Can parrot, With plumage as black as a raven, And scream unlike her tropical sisters'-- A hundred-pounder, with terrible voice!-- Be called bird or angel? She's for Freedom, And Uncle Sam! synonymous terms; An angel of vengeance and not of mercy, Come to execute wrath upon the city Whence sprang secession. At night this An empire proud for evermore-- And shut in the face of the North your door! Hear ye in the Angel the Northern call, Thundered on Sumter's broken wall, Echoed in Charleston's silent street, Shouted in Treason's proud retreat: “Freemen must share with you the land! Choose olive leaf — or blazing brand; Choose peaceful Commerce‘ fla<
James Island (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
5. the Swamp Angel. The large Parrott gun used in bombarding Charleston from the marshes of James Island is called the Swamp Angel.--Soldier's Letter. Down in the land of rebel Dixie, Near to the hot-bed of treason, Five miles away from Charleston, Amid the sands of James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the Swamp Angel. Can parrot, With plumage as black as a raven, And scream unlike her tropical sisters'-- A hundred-pounder, with terrible voice!-- Be called bird or angel? She'James Island, Swept by the tides of the ocean, Is the Swamp Angel. Can parrot, With plumage as black as a raven, And scream unlike her tropical sisters'-- A hundred-pounder, with terrible voice!-- Be called bird or angel? She's for Freedom, And Uncle Sam! synonymous terms; An angel of vengeance and not of mercy, Come to execute wrath upon the city Whence sprang secession. At night this angel raiseth her voice, And her cry is “woe,” and not “rejoice.” She sendeth far her meteor shell, And it soareth up as if to dwell With the twinkling stars in the fadeless blue; There poiseth itself for the mighty blow, Then downward shoots like a bolt from God: Crushes the dwelling and crimsons the sod! Fire leaps out from its iro
23rd (search for this): chapter 6
Centreville, Va., August 25.--Captain Ned Gillinglingham, of company B, Thirteenth New-York cavalry, with an escort of eight sergeants, whilst going from camp near Centreville as bearer of despatches to Washington, on the twenty-third instant, was met on the road near Allandale, about two o'clock P. M., by a detachment of the Second Massachusetts cavalry, the Sergeant of the latter asking Captain Gillingham if they need apprehend any danger, to which Captain Gillingham replied: So far, we have not met with any obstruction. Captain Gillingham had scarcely gone over four hundred yards, when he was met by a party of Mosby's cavalry, consisting of about one hundred men, by whom he was ordered, under fire, to halt. Captain Gillingham, taking them for our own troops, (as they were dressed similar to his own men,) replied, Hold up firing — you are fools — you are firing on Government troops, to which the captain of said troops replied: Surrender there, you Yankee----. Captain Gillingh
Mosby (search for this): chapter 6
sergeants, whilst going from camp near Centreville as bearer of despatches to Washington, on the twenty-third instant, was met on the road near Allandale, about two o'clock P. M., by a detachment of the Second Massachusetts cavalry, the Sergeant of the latter asking Captain Gillingham if they need apprehend any danger, to which Captain Gillingham replied: So far, we have not met with any obstruction. Captain Gillingham had scarcely gone over four hundred yards, when he was met by a party of Mosby's cavalry, consisting of about one hundred men, by whom he was ordered, under fire, to halt. Captain Gillingham, taking them for our own troops, (as they were dressed similar to his own men,) replied, Hold up firing — you are fools — you are firing on Government troops, to which the captain of said troops replied: Surrender there, you Yankee----. Captain Gillingham replied he could not see the joke. Then, turning to Sergeant Long, Orderly of company B, and to Sergeant Burnham, ordered the
Yankee (search for this): chapter 6
gham replied: So far, we have not met with any obstruction. Captain Gillingham had scarcely gone over four hundred yards, when he was met by a party of Mosby's cavalry, consisting of about one hundred men, by whom he was ordered, under fire, to halt. Captain Gillingham, taking them for our own troops, (as they were dressed similar to his own men,) replied, Hold up firing — you are fools — you are firing on Government troops, to which the captain of said troops replied: Surrender there, you Yankee----. Captain Gillingham replied he could not see the joke. Then, turning to Sergeant Long, Orderly of company B, and to Sergeant Burnham, ordered them to draw their sabres and follow him. A general conflict ensued, in which sabres and pistols were freely used, resulting in the wounding of Orderly Sergeant Long and Sergeant Zeagle, both of company B, who, with four other sergeants, were all taken prisoners. Captain Ned Gillingham and Sergeant Burnham effected their escape, the former hav
August 25th (search for this): chapter 6
Centreville, Va., August 25.--Captain Ned Gillinglingham, of company B, Thirteenth New-York cavalry, with an escort of eight sergeants, whilst going from camp near Centreville as bearer of despatches to Washington, on the twenty-third instant, was met on the road near Allandale, about two o'clock P. M., by a detachment of the Second Massachusetts cavalry, the Sergeant of the latter asking Captain Gillingham if they need apprehend any danger, to which Captain Gillingham replied: So far, we have not met with any obstruction. Captain Gillingham had scarcely gone over four hundred yards, when he was met by a party of Mosby's cavalry, consisting of about one hundred men, by whom he was ordered, under fire, to halt. Captain Gillingham, taking them for our own troops, (as they were dressed similar to his own men,) replied, Hold up firing — you are fools — you are firing on Government troops, to which the captain of said troops replied: Surrender there, you Yankee----. Captain Gilling
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