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Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 30
addling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: I met quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain. Yes, I suppose so, if you were there, said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. We left very many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a very hot place for a while, and we had to leave it in a hurry. That's so, Georgia, your fellows fought well there, and had all the advantage, but the old Keystone boys were pressing you hard. By the way, I have a likeness here (taking it out of his pocket) that I picked up on the battle-field the next morning, and I have carried it ever since. He handed it to the rebel, who, on looking at it, pressed it to his lips, exclaiming: My mother! My mother! He exhibited considerable emotion at the recovery of the picture; but on regaining his composure, he said that his bro
Fredericksburgh (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 30
A friendly interview between pickets. A correspondent writing from the Ninth army corps, opposite Fredericksburgh, Va., narrates the following, which occurred on Christmas-day, 1862, while the writer was out on picket with his company: After partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded to test the truth of it by paddling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: I met quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain. Yes, I suppose so, if you were there, said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. We left very many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a very hot place fo
Christmas (New Mexico, United States) (search for this): chapter 30
he rebel, and he handed it to Alex. I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion, for I wouldn't part with it for all the Southern Confederacy. I was a little curious to know something further of the book, so I asked Alex. to let me see it. He passed it to me. I opened it, and on the fly-leaf saw written in a neat hand: My Christmas-gift, to Alex.----, December 25th, 1860. Ella. Well, Alex., said I, it's not often one has the same gift presented to him a second time. True, Captain; and if I could but see the giver of that to-day, there's but one other gift I would want. What's that, Alex.? This rebellion played out, and my discharge in my pocket. The boys had all been busily talking to our rebel friend, who, seeing a horseman approaching in the direction of his post, bid us a hasty good-by, and made as quick a trip as possible across the Rappahannock. Night came on, and those not on duty lay down on the frozen ground, to dream of other Christmas nights, when we knew not war.
and we may know each other better. He had taken from his pocket a small pocket-Bible, in which to write the address, when Alex.----, who had taken no part in the conversation, fairly yelled: I know that book! I lost it at Bull Bun! That's where I got it, Mr. Yank, said the rebel, and he handed it to Alex. I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion, for I wouldn't part with it for all the Southern Confederacy. I was a little curious to know something further of the book, so I asked Alex. to lAlex. to let me see it. He passed it to me. I opened it, and on the fly-leaf saw written in a neat hand: My Christmas-gift, to Alex.----, December 25th, 1860. Ella. Well, Alex., said I, it's not often one has the same gift presented to him a second time. TrAlex.----, December 25th, 1860. Ella. Well, Alex., said I, it's not often one has the same gift presented to him a second time. True, Captain; and if I could but see the giver of that to-day, there's but one other gift I would want. What's that, Alex.? This rebellion played out, and my discharge in my pocket. The boys had all been busily talking to our rebel friend, who, s
the picture; but on regaining his composure, he said that his brother had it in his possession, and must have lost it in the fight. He then asked the name of the one to whom he was indebted for the lost likeness of his mother, remarking: There may be better times soon,, and we may know each other better. He had taken from his pocket a small pocket-Bible, in which to write the address, when Alex.----, who had taken no part in the conversation, fairly yelled: I know that book! I lost it at Bull Bun! That's where I got it, Mr. Yank, said the rebel, and he handed it to Alex. I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion, for I wouldn't part with it for all the Southern Confederacy. I was a little curious to know something further of the book, so I asked Alex. to let me see it. He passed it to me. I opened it, and on the fly-leaf saw written in a neat hand: My Christmas-gift, to Alex.----, December 25th, 1860. Ella. Well, Alex., said I, it's not often one has the same gift presented to
istmas-day, 1862, while the writer was out on picket with his company: After partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded to test the truth of it by paddling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answenow each other better. He had taken from his pocket a small pocket-Bible, in which to write the address, when Alex.----, who had taken no part in the conversation, fairly yelled: I know that book! I lost it at Bull Bun! That's where I got it, Mr. Yank, said the rebel, and he handed it to Alex. I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion, for I wouldn't part with it for all the Southern Confederacy. I was a little curious to know something further of the book, so I asked Alex. to let me see it
A friendly interview between pickets. A correspondent writing from the Ninth army corps, opposite Fredericksburgh, Va., narrates the following, which occurred on Christmas-day, 1862, while the writer was out on picket with his company: After partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded to test the truth of it by paddling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: I met quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain. Yes, I suppose so, if you were there, said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. We left very many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a very hot place fo
December 25th, 1860 AD (search for this): chapter 30
had taken no part in the conversation, fairly yelled: I know that book! I lost it at Bull Bun! That's where I got it, Mr. Yank, said the rebel, and he handed it to Alex. I am much obliged to you, Georgia Legion, for I wouldn't part with it for all the Southern Confederacy. I was a little curious to know something further of the book, so I asked Alex. to let me see it. He passed it to me. I opened it, and on the fly-leaf saw written in a neat hand: My Christmas-gift, to Alex.----, December 25th, 1860. Ella. Well, Alex., said I, it's not often one has the same gift presented to him a second time. True, Captain; and if I could but see the giver of that to-day, there's but one other gift I would want. What's that, Alex.? This rebellion played out, and my discharge in my pocket. The boys had all been busily talking to our rebel friend, who, seeing a horseman approaching in the direction of his post, bid us a hasty good-by, and made as quick a trip as possible across the Rappah
December 25th (search for this): chapter 30
A friendly interview between pickets. A correspondent writing from the Ninth army corps, opposite Fredericksburgh, Va., narrates the following, which occurred on Christmas-day, 1862, while the writer was out on picket with his company: After partaking of a Christmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving aChristmas dinner of salt junk and hard tack, our attention was attracted by a rebel picket, who hailed us from the opposite side of the river: I say, Yank, if a fellow goes over there, will you let him come back again? Receiving an affirmative answer, he proceeded to test the truth of it by paddling himself across the river. He was de. cidedly the cleanest specimen of a rebel I had seen. In answer to a question, he said he belonged to the Georgia Legion. One of our boys remarked: I met quite a number of your boys at South-Mountain. Yes, I suppose so, if you were there, said the rebel, while his face grew very sad. We left very many of our boys there. My brother, poor Will, was killed there. It was a very hot place f