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Mountsville (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
words, written, as I have said, in pencil: Mountsville, October 31, 1862. I hereby bind myself,the gallant Wickham-reached the vicinity of Mountsville. Stuart was riding gaily at the head of wish you would see to this-Dr. Mount is at Mountsville, tell him to have the officer carried theresician; and mounting my horse I galloped to Mountsville, only a few hundred yards distant, where I y, was conveyed, in charge of a surgeon, to Mountsville. Iii. Here the writer had intended toeach incident in its turn. The force at Mountsville was one of the antenna of that dangerous fooached him at full gallop, from the side of Mountsville, that is to say, his rear, and delivered a In those days of 1863, I had long forgotten Mountsville, the little fight there, and Captain Govefoain Gove, who was killed in the skirmish at Mountsville. Captain Gove, of the First Rhode Island sight of the paper which that dying man at Mountsville affixed his name to, aroused all these reco[1 more...]
Loudoun (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
of Stuart's. He gave an order to Wickham; the cavalry moved slowly back, with the enemy's shell bursting above them. Pelham limbered up coolly; the column headed to the left; a friendly by-road, grassy, skirted with trees and unperceived by the enemy, presented itself; and in fifteen minutes the whole Southern force was out of Bayard's clutch, moving steadily across to Middleburg. Stuart was out of the trap. At Middleburg, that charming little town, dropped amid the smiling fields of Loudoun, the General and his followers were received in a manner which I wish I could describe; but it was indescribable. The whole hamlet seemed to have been attacked by a sudden fit of joyous insanity. Men, women, and children, ran from the houses, shouting, laughing, cheering-crazy, it appeared, for joy, at sight of the gray horsemen. Six hours before they were in the enemy's country, and the streets had been traversed by long columns of blue cavalry. Now the same streets resounded to the ho
North Carolina (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
d, as I have said, as though carried away by the wind. The carbine shots were heard receding still toward Aldie-prisoners began to come back toward the rear. The name of another member of the First Rhode Island I can give. A young attache of General Stuart's staff had captured a stout animal, and while leading him, was suddenly saluted by the words, There is brown's horse! from a Federal prisoner passing. Brown's horse travelled afterwards extensively, and visited the low country of North Carolina. Most erratic of lives for men and animals is the military life. You know whence you come, not at all whither you go! These trifles have diverted me from the main subject of the present sketch. I approach that subject with reluctance, for the picture to be drawn is a sad one. It is nothing to record the gay or comic incidents of other times — to let the pen glide, directed by the memory, when the lips are smiling and the heart is gay. To record the sad events, however, the blood,
Groveton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
ove were returned. In the year 1863, the cavalry headquarters were at Camp Pelham, near Culpeper Court-house. The selection of that title for his camp by Stuart, will indicate little to the world at large. To those familiar with his peculiarities it will be different. Stuart named his various headquarters after some friend recently dead. Camp Pelham indicated that this young immortal had finished his career. Pelham, in fact, was dead. At Manassas, Williamsburg, Cold Harbour, Groveton, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, and a hundred other battles, he had opposed his breast to the storm, but no bullet had ever struck him. In the hard and bitter struggle of Kelly's Ford, with Averill, in March, 1863, he had fallen. The whole South mourned him-dead thus at twenty-four. Stuart wept for him, and named his new quarters Camp Pelham. To-day, in this autumn of 1866, the landscape must be dreary there; the red flag floats no more, and Pelham lives only in memory. But that is enoug
Middleburg (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
lopes of the Blue Ridge were seen the long trains of McClellan in the distance, winding toward Middleburg and Aldie. In front of these trains we knew very well that we would find the Federal cavalo the subject, have come back-among them the attack on Aldie; the ovation which awaited us at Middleburg; and the curious manner in which the heavy silver watch and chain of the wounded officer-takenfifteen minutes the whole Southern force was out of Bayard's clutch, moving steadily across to Middleburg. Stuart was out of the trap. At Middleburg, that charming little town, dropped amid the sMiddleburg, that charming little town, dropped amid the smiling fields of Loudoun, the General and his followers were received in a manner which I wish I could describe; but it was indescribable. The whole hamlet seemed to have been attacked by a sudden fitest eyes were wet with tears. Most striking of all scenes of that pageant of rejoicing at Middleburg, was the ovation in front of a school of young girls. The house had poured out, as from a cor
Virginia (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
whose hand staggered as it traversed the sheet, leaving the name of the writer almost illegible, his full official rank unrecorded-that paper brought back to my memory a day near Aldie, when it was my sorrowful duty to parole a brother human being in articulo mortis. A brother human being, do you say? He was only a Yankee! some one may object. No-he was my brother, and yours, reader, whether you wore blue or gray. Did you wear the gray, then? So did I. Did you hate the invaders of Virginia? So did I. You may have been able to see this enemy die in agony, and not pity him. I was not. And the proof is, that the sight of the paper which his faint hand touched as he drew his last breath, has struck me wofully, and blotted out a part of the autumn sunshine yonder on the mountains. I have nothing to reproach myself with — the reader shall judge of that-but this poor rough scrap of paper with its tremulous signature moves me all the same. Ii. It was in the last days of O
Sharpsburg (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
I have nothing to reproach myself with — the reader shall judge of that-but this poor rough scrap of paper with its tremulous signature moves me all the same. Ii. It was in the last days of October, 1862. McClellan had followed Lee to Sharpsburg; fought him there; refitted his army; recrossed the Potomac, and was rapidly advancing toward Warrenton, where the fatal fiat from Washington was to meet him, Off with his head! So much for Buckingham. But in these last days of October the ll be different. Stuart named his various headquarters after some friend recently dead. Camp Pelham indicated that this young immortal had finished his career. Pelham, in fact, was dead. At Manassas, Williamsburg, Cold Harbour, Groveton, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, and a hundred other battles, he had opposed his breast to the storm, but no bullet had ever struck him. In the hard and bitter struggle of Kelly's Ford, with Averill, in March, 1863, he had fallen. The whole South mourned him-
Kelly's Ford (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
cate little to the world at large. To those familiar with his peculiarities it will be different. Stuart named his various headquarters after some friend recently dead. Camp Pelham indicated that this young immortal had finished his career. Pelham, in fact, was dead. At Manassas, Williamsburg, Cold Harbour, Groveton, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, and a hundred other battles, he had opposed his breast to the storm, but no bullet had ever struck him. In the hard and bitter struggle of Kelly's Ford, with Averill, in March, 1863, he had fallen. The whole South mourned him-dead thus at twenty-four. Stuart wept for him, and named his new quarters Camp Pelham. To-day, in this autumn of 1866, the landscape must be dreary there; the red flag floats no more, and Pelham lives only in memory. But that is enough. There are some human beings who, once encountered, dare you to forget. To terminate my sketch. In those days of 1863, I had long forgotten Mountsville, the little fight th
Manassas, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
which the watch and chain of Captain Gove were returned. In the year 1863, the cavalry headquarters were at Camp Pelham, near Culpeper Court-house. The selection of that title for his camp by Stuart, will indicate little to the world at large. To those familiar with his peculiarities it will be different. Stuart named his various headquarters after some friend recently dead. Camp Pelham indicated that this young immortal had finished his career. Pelham, in fact, was dead. At Manassas, Williamsburg, Cold Harbour, Groveton, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, and a hundred other battles, he had opposed his breast to the storm, but no bullet had ever struck him. In the hard and bitter struggle of Kelly's Ford, with Averill, in March, 1863, he had fallen. The whole South mourned him-dead thus at twenty-four. Stuart wept for him, and named his new quarters Camp Pelham. To-day, in this autumn of 1866, the landscape must be dreary there; the red flag floats no more, and Pelham li
Warrenton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.24
aper with its tremulous signature moves me all the same. Ii. It was in the last days of October, 1862. McClellan had followed Lee to Sharpsburg; fought him there; refitted his army; recrossed the Potomac, and was rapidly advancing toward Warrenton, where the fatal fiat from Washington was to meet him, Off with his head! So much for Buckingham. But in these last days of October the wind had not yet wafted to him the decree of the civilians. He was pressing on in admirable order, andntroduced him to me as Captain Stone, of the United States Army. Then, drawing me aside, the General said: I wish you would make Captain Stone's time pass as agreeably as possible. We ought to treat him well. In fording a stream near Warrenton, after his capture, he saved the life of Colonel Payne. The Colonel was wearing a heavy overcoat with a long cape, when his horse stumbled in the water, threw him, and as the heavy cape confined his arms, he would have been drowned but for the
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