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Theodore Lyman (search for this): chapter 5
an assault made at 6 o'clock this evening! --Lyman's Journal. a couple of miles from the Point. ed to me that someone had said that Hal's Mrs. Lyman's brother. regiment was there; so, as I pass(I don't think anybody felt any too pleasant.) Lyman, you are behind time! I had the satisfaction now I give way myself; but it is unworthy. --Lyman's Journal. was there also, sitting under the ted himself totally unfit to command a corps. --Lyman's Journal. June 24, 1864 It is praise not mies or other great ones of this earth. Well, Lyman, you're back, are you? Yes, sir: I reported tess battles, when I heard Hancock say that Colonel Lyman had been useful to him, the day before. Te description of what followed, is copied from Lyman's Journal. ] So astounded was the enemy andgage was packed, ready to go into Petersburg --Lyman's Journal. At 11.30 A. M. Headquarters mountedorrected it, and Meade should have known it! --Lyman's Journal. August 20, 1864 A brigade of ca[14 more...]
Robert Gould Shaw (search for this): chapter 5
derlies and go ambling over the country, confabbing with the generals and spying round the country roads. There, of course, was Hancock, in a white shirt (his man Shaw must have a hard time of it washing those shirts and sheets) and with a cheery smile. His much persecuted aides-de-camp were enjoying a noon-tide sleep, after thebien jolie ville; si, ça avait une Canebiere, ça serait un petit Marseille. As an offset to which we must have an anecdote of this region. Did I ever tell you of Shaw, the valet of Hancock (formerly of General French)? This genius is a regular specimen of the ne'er-do-weel, roving, jack-of-all-trades Englishman. I fancy from his — which he does — but I had a bundle of most private papers which I had hidden in the bottom of my trunk, and, the other day, I came into my tent and there was Mr. Shaw reading them! And, when I asked him what the devil he meant, he said: Oh, General, I took the liberty of looking at them, and now I am so interested, I hope you<
— Bache (search for this): chapter 5
ospects as waning, and wants to know of Ulysses, the warrior, if some man or some plan can't be got to do some thing. In one word he wants to know — why the Army of the Potomac don't move. A month since there was a talk of putting Hancock at the head: that is, losing the most brilliant of corps commanders and risking (there is always a risk) the making of a mediocre army commander! August 4, 1864 This was quite a festal day for us. The General, accompanied by the Frenchies, Rosencrantz, Bache, Biddle and myself, paid a grand visit to Butler. Butler was in high feather. He is as proud of all his fixin's as a farmer over a prime potato patch. We first got on the Greyhound, an elegant steamer (Butler believes in making himself comfortable), and proceeded down the Appomattox, past City Point, and then bore up the James, passing Bermuda Hundred, with its flotilla of schooners and steamers. . . . We had got a good bit above Bermuda Hundred and were paddling along bravely when we cam
Edward Russell Platt (search for this): chapter 5
iams! did you give orders that all my Staff should accompany me? Yes, sir; certainly, sir. （Seth is rather scared at his superior, as are many more.) Where is Major Platt? I think he must have gone to camp for a moment, sir. Send at once for him! In no great time the Major arrived at a gallop. Major Platt, said the General slMajor Platt, said the General slowly and solemnly, I wish you to ride along our whole lines (possibly about eight miles) and ascertain as accurately as possible the amount of our casualties during the day! Somewhere about nine o'clock that night Platt returned with his statement, having missed a nice, six o'clock dinner, and happily been missed by stray balls anPlatt returned with his statement, having missed a nice, six o'clock dinner, and happily been missed by stray balls and shells. . . . I am glad to hear that you take once more an interest in the furniture coverings; an excellent sign! Keep a-going; that's the way! That is the way I do: heart in my mouth for half a day; then come home and eat a good supper; there is no use in borrowing trouble --you do learn that here. You know I am not sangu
Charles Griffin (search for this): chapter 5
skirmish line and they resisting obstinately. Presently we rode down to where Griffin was, near the spot where the common road crosses the Gordonsville rail. GriffGriffin always goes sitting in unpleasant places. There was a sharpshooter or two who, though we were hid by the small trees, would occasionally send a bullet through, a, very pleasant this hot weather. After which, once more for a few minutes to Griffin, passing on the road one of his aides, on a stretcher, exceeding pale, for he his Staff): He is irascible; but he is a magnanimous man. Presently up comes Griffin, in one of his peculiar blusters! and all about a commissary who, he maintains, didn't follow orders. Griffin stormed and swore. Now! now! said Warren (who can be very judicious when he chooses), let us all try to keep our tempers more, anips (Appleton's commander). I want you to go in there with your guns, said General Griffin, but you will be under fire there. Well, said Phillips, I have been in th
— Kent (search for this): chapter 5
say comfortably, because everything is relative. I mean he had his tents pitched and had iced water, two important elements. He speaks no French--De Chanal no English--so they smiled sweetly at each other. Old D. C. ought to be ashamed of himself. He married an American wife, but, like a true Gaul, utterly refused to learn a word of English. It is ever a part of a Frenchman's religion to speak no language but his own. Little grasshopper Guzman chirped away and made up for two. Then Colonel Kent rode out with us, as a matter of politeness (for I knew that part of the line as well as he), and we showed them how our men made breastworks of rails, logs, and earth; how they lived and cooked; and all sorts of things. After which I took them out towards the picket line and showed them the country, and a tract of dense, young pines, through which our men advanced in double lines — a feat which I can never understand, but which is performed nevertheless. By this time, both distinguishe
De Chanal (search for this): chapter 5
with us. They are two artillery officers, the elder a Colonel de Chanal, the other a Captain Guzman, both sent as a commissiiced water, two important elements. He speaks no French--De Chanal no English--so they smiled sweetly at each other. Old D.ar. It would be ludicrous to hear a man talk so, who, as De Chanal says, a la figure d'un gamin de Paris, did I not know thaave had during the campaign — really quite a picnic. Colonel de Chanal, Rosy, and myself made the party. The distance to Bunly flatten both forts, but Charleston into the bargain! De Chanal replied (citing examples) that no such result would follottoms full of a good many different shells. The good Colonel de Chanal took a ride with me. He is so funny, with his sentime cutting down an oak for some trivial purpose. Ah, cried De Chanal, Ah! encore un chene; encore un beau chene! If you tell to push on at once! But plainly there was a hitch! Colonel de Chanal, who was standing with me, was frantic over this loss
George Auguste Matile (search for this): chapter 5
ing on a thirty-day leave, which will extend itself, I fancy, indefinitely, so far as this army goes. On my return I found two fat civilians and a lean one. Fat number one was Mr. Otto, Assistant Secretary of the Interior; Fat number two, a Professor Matile, a Swiss of Neufchatel, and friend of Agassiz (you perhaps remember the delicious wine of that place). The lean was Mr. Falls, what I should call Mr. Otto's striker, that being the name of an officer's servant or hanger-on. Mr. Falls was vt finally I felt obliged always to reply, No, it isn't. I scared him very much by tales of the immense distances that missiles flew, rather implying that he might look for a pretty brisk shower of them, about the time he got fairly asleep. Professor Matile was bright enough to be one of those who engaged in the brilliant scheme of Pourtales Steiger to seize the chateau of Neufchatel on behalf of the King of Prussia. Consequently he since has retired to this country and has now a position as e
Ned Dalton (search for this): chapter 5
f things, and especially a host of boxes, no two alike. The upper deck, to render it attractive, was ornamented with a pile of two or three hundred pairs of crutches. For myself I got some iced lemonade on board, and retired much refreshed and highly patriotic. One of the great sights down there is the huge army hospital, a whole plain, white with large tents. These are capable of receiving 7000 patients and have at present about 3000. All are under charge of my excellent classmate, Dr. Ned Dalton. July 6, 1864 We have no rain here — never expect any; air hazy with a faint dust, finer than twice volted flour, which settles on everything — but that won't kill anybody. So Ewell is (or was — don't know his whereabouts at this precise moment) at Harper's Ferry. We knew he was poking up there somewhere. As to the A. of P., it is sitting here, trying to get some fresh cabbages, not very successfully, so far — the last issue, I am told, furnished one small one to every fifteen me
Howland (search for this): chapter 5
babies. Send bog-trotters, if you please, for Paddy will fight — no one is braver. It should be known, that ill-disciplined, or cowardly, or demoralized troops may be useful behind walls, but in open campaigning they literally are worse than useless; they give way at the first fire and expose the whole line to be flanked. At the Wilderness the 6th Corps would have been stronger without Ricketts's division; at Spotsylvania the whole army would have been stronger without Mott's division. Howland His brother-in-law. has influence in recruiting; impress upon him, therefore, that every worthless recruit he sends to this army is one card in the hand of General Lee and is the cause, very likely, of the death of a good soldier. The trouble is this: we have not the machinery to work up poor material. They won't let us shoot the rascals, and few regiments have the discipline to mould them into decent troops; the consequence is, they are the stragglers, pillagers, skulkers and run-aways
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