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Chapter 2: deeds of valor When gallant Burnside made dash upon new Berne Federal barracks at New Berne, North Cars urging, Who so undaunted as Kady Brownell! When gallant Burnside made dash upon Newberne, Sailing the Neuse 'gainst the sw, What did she see there-this Kady Brownell? ‘Gallant Burnside’: at the height of his career photographed eight months aofficers at Warrenton, Virginia, November 14, 1862 General Burnside entered the war in May, 1861, as colonel of the Firstlosing his life early in the section. On August 6, 1861, Burnside was commissioned brigadier-general of volunteers, and froibed by Clinton Scollard in The daughter of the regiment. Burnside's attack on New Berne was part of the blockading movement on out of the woods, and charged the Confederate works. Burnside himself reported: ‘Too much praise cannot be awarded to theard; the men were only eager to accomplish their work.’ Burnside's success was rewarded by the rank of major-general of v
triotism that leads to enlistment, or the ardor that springs from war's wild alarms, must sooner or later give way for a time to the simple human emotions that even a child can share and understand. East, west, home's best. Christmas night of 1862 William Gordon McCabe entered the Confederate Army in the artillery and rose from private to captain. At the time of writing this poem he was with the Army of Northern Virginia encamped about Fredericksburg. The sanguinary repulse of Burnside was only twelve days in the past, but the thoughts of the soldiers were turned toward family and home. The wintry blast goes wailing by, The snow is falling overhead; I hear the lonely sentry's tread, And distant watch-fires light the sky. Dim forms go flitting through the gloom; The soldiers cluster round the blaze To talk of other Christmas days, And softly speak of home and home. My sabre swinging overhead Gleams in the watch-fire's fitful glow, While fiercely drives the blinding snow,
gold's spirit for the fray, With Watson's blood at Monterey, With fearless Lowe and dashing May, Maryland, my Maryland! ‘Burst the tyrant's chain’: Northern officers at a Maryland home in pleasant valley, after the battle of Antietam The young Maryland girl with the charming ruffles has evidently discovered at least one Northerner not a ‘tyrant’ or otherwise disagreeable. The scene is at the Lee homestead near the battlefield of Antietam; the time, October, 1862. Two members of General Burnside's staff and one of General McClellan's are here seen talking with the family, who were furnishing a temporary home for Mrs. McClellan after Antietam. One would never surmise that, a short time before, the fiercest single day's action of the war had been fought. Many another hospitable home among the beautiful rolling hills of Maryland entertained the same kindly feelings for the ‘despots’ of whom Randall sang. Many another young lady, like the one sitting in her crinoline and ru
e, 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 ranged hundreds of guns
fe or mother looked with longing eyes Through the sad days and nights with tears and sighs, Hope slowly hardening into gaunt Despair. Then let your foeman's grave remembrance share: Pity a higher charm to Valor lends, And in the realms of Sorrow all are friends. Henry Peterson. Hollywood cemetery in Richmond, Virginia: 1,800 Confederate soldiers lie buried here. Confederate graves in the Wilderness: reminders of the battle of May 5-6, 1864. Graves of Federal soldiers: near Burnside's bridge on the battlefield of Antietam A corner of Hollywood cemetery: Richmond, Virginia, in 1865 The cemetery at Antietam, not far from the scene of the photograph above, taken soon after the battle on September 16-17, 1862, contains the graves of 4,684 soldiers, of which 1,829 are marked unknown. Even a frail memorial like the one at the grave of the Georgia Volunteer usually fails to record the native heath of him who lies below, or to give any clue to the campaigns in which he
ided, perhaps, but beautiful in her suffering, and honest, brave, and generous always. In the record of her social, industrial, and political illustration we await with confidence the verdict of the world. But what of the negro? Have we solved the problem he Shot-riddled homes in Fredericksburg, Virginia How widespread was the condition of affairs described by Grady as confronting the Confederate soldier on his return home, appears in such pictures. The havoc was the result of Burnside's bombardment of December 11, 1862. When the Confederate sharpshooters from the roofs and windows of the houses in Fredericksburg opened fire on the pontoniers, the Federal artillery at once returned the fire, at 7 A. M., and continued it incessantly until one o'clock in the afternoon. Despite a bombardment which laid the town in ruins, volunteers from the Seventh Michigan and Nineteenth Massachusetts finally had to be sent over to drive off the stubborn sharpshooters. presents, or progr