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John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 8: battles of Chancellorsville, Thoroughfare Gap and Gettysburg.--wounded at Gettysburg and ordered home. (search)
hat I must not be moved for two weeks. I saw the ambulance drive away, then buried my face in the ground and cried like a baby. Other wounded were brought to fill the vacant places. Duncan Sherwood of Company A was one, so I had company. Mike Scannell had also remained, being wounded in the arm, and rendered valuable service to Sherwood and myself. Directly in front of us were two amputating tables which were always busy. We saw several men whom we knew placed on them and removed, minus in twenty-four hours or stay where I was two weeks would neither be pleasant for myself nor those near me. I talked the matter over with Sherwood. We counted our cash and found we had five dollars each, and we formed a syndicate. We made Mike Scannell our agent, with instructions to bring some kind of conveyance to take us off the field. The next morning he reported with a citizen, a horse and side-spring wagon. The whole lot was not worth ten dollars, but we paid our money and were load
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 9: regiment ordered home.--receptions.--my first call upon Governor Andrew.--return to the front. (search)
was as disagreeable as possible. Giles Johnson was first sergeant. I talked with him and asked him to fall in the men. Thirteen responded to the call,--all who were on duty of the grand company which had left Massachusetts in 1861. I repeated the story the colonel had told me, then asked for a response from them; for a moment all were silent, then Ben Falls said, Well, if new men won't finish this job, old men must, and as long as Uncle Sam wants a man, here is Ben Falls. Then spoke Mike Scannell: It is three years, as you know, since I have seen my wife and children. I had expected to go home when my time was out and stay there, but we must never give up this fight until we win, and I am with you to the end. Others expressed themselves in the same way, and when I said, All who will re-enlist step one pace to the front, every man in line advanced. I then saw men of other companies. Ed. Fletcher of Company C said, They use a man here just the same as they do a turkey at a sh
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 11: battles at Totopotomoy Creek and cold Harbor. (search)
deployed as skirmishers and lay in line until three A. M. the 3d, then were ordered to advance in three lines of battle, charging the enemy, who were intrenched. We stood in line three hours, waiting for the order to advance, and when it came the rebels were ready and waiting for us, yet over the field we went. Men were mowed down by hundreds. Major Dunn, who now commanded the regiment, was struck by a bullet and fell, but rallied again. The colors of the regiment were shot down, but Mike Scannell picked them up and carried them forward. Mike always had an eye to business. When we halted Major Dunn said, Mike, keep the colors. Not as a corporal, said Mike; too many corporals have been killed already carrying colors. I make you a sergeant on the spot, said the major. That is business replied Mike; I'll carry the colors. We changed brigade commanders several times that forenoon; first one colonel would fall, then another, until at last a lieutenant-colonel commanded. We re
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 12: experiences in rebel prisons,--Libby, Macon. (search)
had captured more prisoners than the 19th, yet I never saw private property of any kind taken from a rebel or heard an ungentlemanly word spoken; on the contrary, had often seen the boys share their rations with them and in every way make them comfortable. When well beyond the lines we were halted and took account of stock. We found that we numbered sixteen hundred men and sixty-seven commissioned officers. As we had placed our colors in the rear of the line,--having dug a pit for Mike Scannell and the other sergeant,--we trusted they were safe, but soon a rebel horseman rode by with them, and trotting in his rear we saw Mike. How came you to lose the colors, Mike? I asked. I'll tell you, said he. We lay in the pit dug for us, and the first we knew the rebels came rushing over and said, You damned Yankee, give me that flag. Well, I said, it is twenty years since I came to this country, and you are the first man who ever called me a Yankee. You can take the flag for the com
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 17: the exchange and return north. (search)
ee me, said that the rebels had urged him to take the oath of allegiance, but he had told them he could never look Mary Ann in the face if he went back on the old flag. He told me of a number of the men who had died, among them my old friend Mike Scannell. That night I stood in front of the theatre, my hands in my empty pockets, wondering if I should ever have money enough to purchase a ticket. March 3, we went on board the transport General Sedgwick, bound for Annapolis. We pulled out ney a small squad of prisoners passed. This was an unusual sight, as all had come through the lines weeks before. I heard a voice say, How are you, captain? and looking up saw a white head sticking out of a bundle of rags, and recognized Sergt. Mike Scannell. I said, Mike, you are dead. Not yet, was the reply; but I have been mighty near it. I was sent out to die at Andersonville, from there was taken to Blackshire, Fla., kept until the war was over, then taken within several miles of our li