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Grant Ulysses Grant (search for this): chapter 26
Recollections of Grant. S. H. M. Byers. Looking over my diary to-day, kept when a corporal hink he is. And this was the first time I saw Grant. I think I still possess some of the feeling ont, and grew louder, too, on the left flank. Grant had led his horse to the left, and thus kept nnd marching inside the enemy's lines. What if Grant should be killed, and we be defeated here — in His cries of pain attracted the attention of Grant, and I noticed the half-curious, though sympattes at the meadow when an orderly dashed up to Grant, and handed him a communication. Then followeder fire; but this was a real battle, and what Grant himself might have called business. I tried t very spot where, half an hour before, we left Grant leaning on his bay mare and smoking his cigar.lly long, had been severe. On the 22d of May, Grant, under the impression that the enemy had been munition had been furnished the batteries, and Grant proposed celebrating the anniversary of the na[14 more...]
McPherson (search for this): chapter 26
Recollections of Grant. S. H. M. Byers. Looking over my diary to-day, kept when a corporal in Company B, I find this half-faded entry: This day our corps, the Seventeenth, McPherson commanding, marched from the Mississippi river up to Fort Gibson. While I was standing by the pontoon bridge watching the boys cross the bayou, I heard somebody cheering, and, looking round, saw an officer on horseback in a major general's uniform. He dismounted and came over to the very spot where I was stheir dead side by side with our own. Our lines, protected by the batteries, rallied and followed, and Champion hills was won, and with it was won the door to Vicksburg. Three army corps had taken part in the fight-Sherman's, McClernand's, and McPherson's. One division of the enemy passed us and got to our rear, thus escaping being captured with the thirty thousand who surrendered on that birthday of the nation in 1863. Grant passed along the lines, after the fight, as we stood in the narr
Richmond (search for this): chapter 26
dispatches, which I had sewed up in my clothes, were turned over and carefully read, and I saw with what a glow his face lighted up as he read of the continued successes of his friend and co-commander. He hurried them through again, rose to his feet, and for a moment paced the little room; then suddenly opening the door he called General Ord, who was in the adjoining room, to come in and hear the good news from Sherman. Bad news of some misfortune to Sherman's army had been telegraphed to Richmond by Wade Hampton, of the enemy's army, the day before. The reports had come through the lines to Grant in most exaggerated form. Glorious! cried Ord, glorious! I was beginning to have my fears, but Not a bit! Not a bit! replied Grant. I knew him. I knew my man. I expected him to do just this, and he has done it. I was then questioned as to many a detail of Sherman's last movements. We have been in perfect ignorance, said Grant, of all these things; you have brought me the first aut
Joseph E. Johnston (search for this): chapter 26
round that, with such a man besieging them, the city was doomed. Our army occupied the anomalous position of being besiegers and besieged at the same time. Pemberton's army was in front of us in the works, while the army of his confederate, Johnston, almost surrounded us from behind, and was vigilant in seeking either an opportunity to break through and join the forces in Vicksburg or lend them a helping hand in getting out. Many were the adventures, grim sports and escapes we had as we layighting regiments, and closed by asking if she were not glad her boy was not too young to be a soldier? Her answer brought me her blessing and her prayer, and I was doubly rewarded. We at once turned and pursued the enemy in our rear, under Johnston. The Vicksburg prisoners were to go back to a camp of parole, and for days we marched along the country road side by sidelines of the blue and lines of the gray. It was a strange sightthose two armies that only a few hours before had been hurl
S. H. M. Byers (search for this): chapter 26
Recollections of Grant. S. H. M. Byers. Looking over my diary to-day, kept when a corporal in Company B, I find this half-faded entry: This day our corps, the Seventeenth, McPherson commanding, marched from the Mississippi river up to Fort Gibson. While I was standing by the pontoon bridge watching the boys cross the bayou, I heard somebody cheering, and, looking round, saw an officer on horseback in a major general's uniform. He dismounted and came over to the very spot where I was standing. I did not know his face, but something told me it was Grant Ulysses Grant, at that moment the hero of the Western army. Solid he stood-erect; about five feet eight, with square features, thin closed lips, brown hair, brown beard, both cut short and neat. He must weigh one hundred and fifty pounds; looks just like the soldier he is. I think he is larger than Napoleon, but not much-he is not so dumpy; looks like a man in good earnest, and the rebels think he is. And this was the first
Libby (search for this): chapter 26
n, on the right wing of Bragg's army, was surrounded and captured. It was the last battle of my life. I saw my sword, and pistols, and purse divided among a corporal and two privates, who came near shooting each other on account of the trophies captured from the young Yankee. I also saw, however, from the top of Mission Ridge, the flying enemy, and the grand advance of Thomas' and Sherman's armies. I was a prisoner! What I experienced during more than fifteen months in the prisons of Libby, Columbia, Charleston, and elsewhere, will not be related here. In September, 1864, the Libby prisoners, seven hundred in number, and all officers, were transferred from Charleston to a camp in the woods, on the Congaree river, near Columbia, South Carolina. There seemed but one outlook ahead for us, and that was a lingering death, unless hastened by some attempt to escape. I had got away twice, for a few days at a time, but was recaptured, and my position made even worse than before. In
Bonaparte (search for this): chapter 26
soldiers on the bridge. Grant noticed it, and quietly said, Lieutenant, send those men to the rear. Every soldier passing turned to gaze on him, but there was no further recognition. There was no McClellan, begging the boys to allow him to light his cigar by theirs, or inquiring to what regiment that exceedingly fine-marching company belonged to. There was no Pope, bullying the men for not marching faster, or officers for some trivial detail remembered only by martinets. There was no Bonaparte, posturing for effect; no pointing to the Pyramids, no calling the centuries to witness. There was no nonsense, no sentiment; only a plain business man of the republic, there for the one single purpose of getting that command across the river in the shortest time possible. On a horse near by, and among the still mounted staff, sat the general's son, a bright-looking lad of about eleven years. Fastened to his little waist, by the broad yellow belt, was his father's sword — that sword on w
Pemberton (search for this): chapter 26
fought the battles of Port Gibson, Raymond, and Jackson, and were overtaking Pemberton's army hastening to the walls of Vicksburg. It was a very hot day, and we haied the anomalous position of being besiegers and besieged at the same time. Pemberton's army was in front of us in the works, while the army of his confederate, Joas an outpost, being probably seized upon and eaten by the hungry soldiers of Pemberton's army. I have often wondered since then how that mule was accounted for at elebrating the anniversary of the nation by pouring hot lead into Vicksburg. Pemberton certainly expected as much, and offered to surrender in time. What days thosmany were the little kindnesses received on that strange and silent march, by Pemberton's men, from the boys of Grant's army. Many a ration was divided, many a cantore than one honest, kindly man of that stranger train was touched to tears. Pemberton rode at the head of his prisoner column, silent and sad. He as well as all th
U. S. Grant (search for this): chapter 26
nt march, by Pemberton's men, from the boys of Grant's army. Many a ration was divided, many a canacross to Fortress Monroe, and up the James to Grant. I found him in a little board cabin of two rons, We told you so's, etc. I was announced to Grant as a bearer of dispatches from Sherman, whose my fears, but Not a bit! Not a bit! replied Grant. I knew him. I knew my man. I expected him tochased Wade Hampton completely from the road. Grant and Ord both laughed heartily. And this, thenloudly. I expected just exactly as much, said Grant. Kilpatrick had, in fact, a most laughablee men seem off for shoes and for coats? asked Grant. I replied, if suffering, there was no complal make-believes that we are having daily, said Grant. I asked if an engagement was expected. He rnly to be captured at Appomattox Court-House. Grant mentioned that the Secretary of War, Mr. Stantromptness. It was the last time I ever saw Grant in uniform. I went to my home in the far West[9 more...]
Benjamin Stanton (search for this): chapter 26
rant. I asked if an engagement was expected. He replied it was quite possible at any hour; but his own opinion was that Lee at that very moment might be getting ready to try and escape from Richmond, and that this thundering cannonade was one of his preparatory ruses to attract attention. The correctness of his opinion was proven in a few days, when Lee and his whole army fell back from Richmond, only to be captured at Appomattox Court-House. Grant mentioned that the Secretary of War, Mr. Stanton, was there from Washington, and would visit him that evening, and suggested that he should take charge of my other papers and turn them over to him. He was then kind enough to ask about my own personal experiences, especially my life in prison, and if I, too, confirmed the horrible tales of suffering that had met his ears daily. I gave him a list of what we had to eat for months, told him that the prisoners were in rags, that not a single garment had ever been given to them since their c
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