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Dunavant (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
me. Since the war this feeling has grown until the saddest feature of the irrepressible conflict is that it was waged between brothers, that every battlefield furnished many a spot like the one above. Two armies covered hill and plain, Where Rappahannock's waters Ran deeply crimsoned with the stain Of battle's recent slaughters The summer clouds lay pitched like tents In meads of heavenly azure; And each dread gun of the elements Slept in its hid embrasure. The breeze so softly blew it made Noges over which his troops were marching. The waters were indeed ‘crimsoned by battle's recent slaughters.’ To the right in the lower half of the panorama are the stone piers of the bridge in the telephoto picture on the next page. ‘Where Rappahannock's waters ran deeply crimsoned’ Panorama (with picture above) of Fredericksburg from lacy house The conscious stream with burnished glow Went proudly o'er its pebbles, But thrilled throughout its deepest flow With yelling of the Rebels. Aga
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
g the river to cooperate with Sedgwick to attack the Confederate positions on the heights of Fredericksburg. When this picture was taken, Sedgwick was some nine miles away, fighting desperately alongugh the next day; but on the night of May 4th he recrossed the Rappahannock, this time above Fredericksburg, while the Confederate batteries shelled the bridges over which his troops were marching. T. ‘Where Rappahannock's waters ran deeply crimsoned’ Panorama (with picture above) of Fredericksburg from lacy house The conscious stream with burnished glow Went proudly o'er its pebbles, Butven One soldier often dreamed.) Union soldiers in the just deserted Confederate Camp at Fredericksburg The camera has caught a dramatic moment in the period of Thompson's Music in Camp. It is May 3, 1863, and Sedgwick has carried the heights of Fredericksburg, impregnable to six assaults in December. One who was present reported: ‘Upon reaching the summit of the sharp hill, after passing t<
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 9
charged and after a fierce struggle drove the Confederate force from its position. General Hill concludes: The unparalleled loss of the division shows that, spite of hunger and fatigue, the officers and men fought most heroically. The Bloody Lane was full of the men who had defended their position to the bitter end. Civil war This famous piece, frequently called the Fancy shot, appeared originally in the London once a week with the title Civile Bellum, and dated from the once United States. the implied prophecy failed of fulfilment, and the concealed authorship has usually been cleared up by attributing the poem to Charles Dawson Shanly. ‘Rifleman, shoot me a fancy shot Straight at the heart of yon prowling vidette; Ring me a ball in the glittering spot That shines on his breast like an amulet!’ ‘Ah, captain! here goes for a fine-drawn bead, There's music around when my barrel's in tune!’ Crack! went the rifle, the messenger sped, And dead from his horse fell the ring
Rappahannock (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
uel answer, from far away breaks in. Benjamin Sledd. Music in camp The setting of this poem is immediately after the battle of Chancellorsville, May 1-4, 1863. for some three weeks the armies were encamped on opposite banks of the Rappahannock, before Lee's invasion of the North ending in the battle of Gettysburg. Historically, the intercourse between the soldiers had been much freer during the preceding winter and spring, between the battle of Fredericksburg and the opening of thern bank of the river. At the left of this picture, the end of a bridge-beam is seen roughly projected against the brick wall. The photograph is proof of the friendly relations existing between the two armies encamped on opposite banks of the Rappahannock. Men in gray, both officer and private, are actually posing before the Federal camera. General Gordon says: ‘This rollicking sort of intercourse would have been alarming in its intimacy, but for the perfect confidence which the officers of b
Lone Jack (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
o, And I march beside the drummer-boy On Sundays at review. But now our bacca's all give out, The men can't have their smoke, And so they're cross,—why, even Ned Won't play with me and joke. And the big Colonel said to-day— I hate to hear him swear— He'd give a leg for a good pipe Like the Yanks have over there. And so I thought, when beat the drum, And the big guns were still, I'd creep beneath the tent and come Out here across the hill. And beg, good Mister Yankee men, You'd give me some Lone Jack. Please do—when we get some again I'll surely bring it back. ‘Far off the river lay Antietam creek in 1862’: Burnside's bridge—where the fighting raged Thus the placid stream flowed on to join the far Potomac after the sanguinary battle sung by Gassaway in The pride of Battery B. In neither the white sunlight falling upon the pillars nor the cool reflection of the foliage is there a suggestion of the death and wounds suffered by nearly 25,000 men in Blue and Gray. Around t
Dennis (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
re a truly remarkable illustration of Thompson's lines. ‘Taken during the battle of May 3, 1863’ is the legend written on the print by the Government photographer, Captain A. J. Russell. In the early morning of that day, Gibbon had encrimsoned the stream at this point in crossing the river to cooperate with Sedgwick to attack the Confederate positions on the heights of Fredericksburg. When this picture was taken, Sedgwick was some nine miles away, fighting desperately along a crest near Salem Chapel, from which he was at length driven slowly back through the woods. Sedgwick held his ground through the next day; but on the night of May 4th he recrossed the Rappahannock, this time above Fredericksburg, while the Confederate batteries shelled the bridges over which his troops were marching. The waters were indeed ‘crimsoned by battle's recent slaughters.’ To the right in the lower half of the panorama are the stone piers of the bridge in the telephoto picture on the next page.
Sharpsburg (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
vision vanished, as the strain And daylight died together. But memory, waked by music's art, Expressed in simplest numbers, Subdued the sternest Yankee's heart, Made light the Rebel's slumbers. And fair the form of music shines, That bright, celestial creature, Who still, 'mid war's embattled lines, Gave this one touch of Nature. John Reuben Thompson. The pride of battery B The historical setting of this popular recitation is the close of the first day's battle at Antietam, or Sharpsburg, September 16, 1862. to locate it more accurately is impossible, for it is in no sense a military record. South Mountain towered on our right, Far off the river lay, And over on the wooded height We held their lines at bay. At last the mutt'ring guns were stilled, The day died slow and wan. At last their pipes the gunners filled, The Sergeant's yarns began. When,—as the wind a moment blew Aside the fragrant flood Our brierwoods raised,—within our view A little maiden stood. A tiny tot of
South Mountain, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9
ers, Subdued the sternest Yankee's heart, Made light the Rebel's slumbers. And fair the form of music shines, That bright, celestial creature, Who still, 'mid war's embattled lines, Gave this one touch of Nature. John Reuben Thompson. The pride of battery B The historical setting of this popular recitation is the close of the first day's battle at Antietam, or Sharpsburg, September 16, 1862. to locate it more accurately is impossible, for it is in no sense a military record. South Mountain towered on our right, Far off the river lay, And over on the wooded height We held their lines at bay. At last the mutt'ring guns were stilled, The day died slow and wan. At last their pipes the gunners filled, The Sergeant's yarns began. When,—as the wind a moment blew Aside the fragrant flood Our brierwoods raised,—within our view A little maiden stood. A tiny tot of six or seven, From fireside fresh she seemed. (Of such a little one in heaven One soldier often dreamed.) Union sol
Antietam Creek (United States) (search for this): chapter 9
can't have their smoke, And so they're cross,—why, even Ned Won't play with me and joke. And the big Colonel said to-day— I hate to hear him swear— He'd give a leg for a good pipe Like the Yanks have over there. And so I thought, when beat the drum, And the big guns were still, I'd creep beneath the tent and come Out here across the hill. And beg, good Mister Yankee men, You'd give me some Lone Jack. Please do—when we get some again I'll surely bring it back. ‘Far off the river lay Antietam creek in 1862’: Burnside's bridge—where the fighting raged Thus the placid stream flowed on to join the far Potomac after the sanguinary battle sung by Gassaway in The pride of Battery B. In neither the white sunlight falling upon the pillars nor the cool reflection of the foliage is there a suggestion of the death and wounds suffered by nearly 25,000 men in Blue and Gray. Around this very spot some of the hottest fighting raged. Along the hills on either side of the stream were r
Gibbon (search for this): chapter 9
till, and then the band, With movement light and tricksy, Made stream and forest, hill and strand, Reverberate with ‘Dixie.’ Illustrations of Thompson's poem: taken during the battle of May 3, 1863. These two views, the lower being the right half of the panorama, are a truly remarkable illustration of Thompson's lines. ‘Taken during the battle of May 3, 1863’ is the legend written on the print by the Government photographer, Captain A. J. Russell. In the early morning of that day, Gibbon had encrimsoned the stream at this point in crossing the river to cooperate with Sedgwick to attack the Confederate positions on the heights of Fredericksburg. When this picture was taken, Sedgwick was some nine miles away, fighting desperately along a crest near Salem Chapel, from which he was at length driven slowly back through the woods. Sedgwick held his ground through the next day; but on the night of May 4th he recrossed the Rappahannock, this time above Fredericksburg, while the C
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