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Harper's Ferry (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
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 men. Old Uncle Lee is in posish, as General Williams would say, and seems to remark: Here I am; I have sent off Ewell; now why don't you come on? I suppose you think I speak flippantly of what the French call the situation ; but one gets so desperate that it is no use t
Robert Lee (search for this): chapter 5
ensive attitude of the enemy; an attitude which Lee never assumes unless driven to it. 3d: The obst annihilation, the hiving, or the total rout of Lee. Such things exist only in the New York Herald.ef of Ordnance. He gave a funny description of Lee's Headquarters. From him and from other sources I judge that the reports of Lee's humble mode of living are true. He has only corn bread and bacmple to all his men. There can be no doubt that Lee is a man of very high character (which you may nsummate skill, had run their line like a V, Lee, concentrating his troops, interposed them betw the James. The strategy of Grant had deceived Lee, who failed to divine the movement, and did notdeal under morphine, who had a great fancy that Lee had captured our whole supply train. Finally Iross a great river, and come up here and attack Lee in his rear before he is ready for us! He prepsands. But he wished to show his dirty spite. Lee does not do such things. --Lyman's Journal. And[5 more...]
Haw (search for this): chapter 5
aunt, a Mrs. Brockenbrough, a conceited, curious, sallow, middle-aged woman, itching to tackle a Northerner. She said the Cavalry Provost-Marshal had been very kind to her. She then began to catechize Grant, with an eager relish, who replied with entire calmness and candor, whereat she was plainly taken aback, as she looked for a volley of gasconade! Their negro houses were full of wounded cavalry men, some of them Rebels. As we sat there the cavalry cannon began again, in the direction of Haw's store, and there followed, in the afternoon, a very desperate engagement in which we lost from 400 to 500 men, including the extraordinary proportion of nearly fifty officers killed and wounded. We drove them at all points, after a desperate resistance. Our cavalry is full of confidence and does wonders. The whole army had crossed by evening. . . . May 30, 1864 It has been a tolerably quiet day, though there was a quite sharp fight at evening on our left — the Rebels badly used up.
Frank Wheaton (search for this): chapter 5
he railroad. Here come the two divisions, therefore, or whatever they are. Stop the advance, orders General Wright. General Wheaton, strengthen that skirmish line and tell them to hold on. The remainder of Wheaton's division is formed on the flankWheaton's division is formed on the flank, and begins making a breastwork; more troops are sent for. The fire of the skirmishers now draws nearer and gets distinct; but, when the reinforcement arrives, they make a stout stand, and hold them. . . . All the while the telegraph is going: Don'e not, they were moving along our rear. What do you mean by that? There is Russell, and there is Ricketts, and here is Wheaton; now of course that's your front. Russell isn't in such a position, sir, nor Wheaton either. They face so (dabs with aWheaton either. They face so (dabs with a pencil), so that is our rear and can't be anything else. Whereupon the good chief graciously said no more. I do not know that he ever said anything pleasant about me except the day after the Wilderness battles, when I heard Hancock say that Colon
Lew Wallace (search for this): chapter 5
rt. There is a great shouting of By the right flank, forward! and off goes Ricketts, at the head of his troops, bound for City Point; and also bound, I much regret to say, for the Monocacy, Monocacy Bridge — the scene of Early's defeat of Lew Wallace, which terrified Washington, and caused much consternation in the North. where I fancy his poor men stood up and did all the fighting. From what I hear, I judge we had there about 10,000, of whom a good part were next to worthless. The Rebs had, I think, some 12,000, all good troops. This General Wallace is said by officers here to be no general at all, though brave; and. General Tyler is the man whom General Humphreys had tried for cowardice, or some misbehavior in the presence of the enemy; and who has, in consequence, an undying hate for the Chief-of-Staff. I remember thinking to myself, as I went to sleep--division — why don't they send a corps and make a sure thing? Behold my military forethought! July 7, 1864 I paid
Rush (search for this): chapter 5
k-headaches periodically--one now, for example, for which he put some chloroform on his head. May 28, 1864 A little before eight we left the neighborhood of the squeaky Mr. Thompson and, turning presently to the right, pushed along towards the Pamunkey. We now had struck a classic ground where the old McClellan men began to have reminiscences, worse than you and Anna Curtis, when you get together. Ah, says Cadwalader, that is the house, the very house, where I came up with my regiment — Rush's Lancers. We drove the Rebs across that field, and then we burned the bridge, and picketed the river, etc. The bridge destroyed by the valiant Cadwalader had never been replaced, and now our engineers had thrown a pontoon, over which the artillery of the 6th Corps was rapidly passing, while the flat was full of batteries, and of waggons waiting their turn. These canvas pontoons are funny looking; they consist of a boat-shaped frame, which is wrapped in a great sheet of canvas and put in th
Frederick Rosencrantz (search for this): chapter 5
ton, canned fruit, etc., for the behoof of the suffering hossifers, and was received with sweet smiles. This morning we made up a quartette, the two Frenchies, Rosencrantz and myself, and made a journey to City Point, distant some twelve or thirteen miles. It was not unpleasant, though the sun was extremely hot; for we took back rreed to a cessation of hostilities for the burial of the dead and relief of the wounded. After struggling awhile with my indolence, I tumbled out of bed, waked Rosencrantz and ordered my horse. We speedily got ready and sallied forth to look at the field. We rode into a piece of pine woods, at the corner of which I was during 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.
James Clay Rice (search for this): chapter 5
racteristic of our war — the peculiar graves of our soldiers, marked each by a piece of cracker-box, with the man's name in pencil, or hastily cut with a knife. I recollect sitting on the high bank of the Rapid Ann, at Germanna Ford, and watching the 5th and 6th Corps as they marched up from the pontoon bridges; and I remember thinking how strange it would be if each man who was destined to fall in the campaign had some large badge on! There would have been Generals Sedgwick, Wadsworth, and Rice, and what crowds of subordinate officers and of privates, all marching gaily along, unconscious, happily, of their fate. July 1, 1864 Nothing very new to-day. I took advantage of the propinquity of the nigger division (which had come to fill part of the 6th Corps' line, during its absence) to show the unbleached brethren to my Imperial commissioners. We rode first to General Ferrero's Headquarters. This officer, as his name hints, is an Italian by birth, his papa being of Milan. He is
Edward Ferrero (search for this): chapter 5
Nothing very new to-day. I took advantage of the propinquity of the nigger division (which had come to fill part of the 6th Corps' line, during its absence) to show the unbleached brethren to my Imperial commissioners. We rode first to General Ferrero's Headquarters. This officer, as his name hints, is an Italian by birth, his papa being of Milan. He is quite a well-looking man, and, like unto General Carr, was a dancing-master before he took to soldiering. He speaks Italian and some Fa great rate. This was an unaccustomed noise, for Burnside is commonly not musical, and I was speculating on the subject when, on entering the circle of tents, I beheld a collection of Generals — not only Burnside, but also Potter, Willcox, and Ferrero. Speaking of this last, did you hear what the negro straggler remarked, when arrested by the Provost-Guard near City Point, on the day of the assault, and asked what he was doing there. Well, saar, I will displain myself. You see, fus' I was
Hal (search for this): chapter 5
t 6 o'clock this evening! --Lyman's Journal. a couple of miles from the Point. It was on going out of the place that it occurred to me that someone had said that Hal's Mrs. Lyman's brother. regiment was there; so, as I passed a shipshape-looking camp, I asked, What regiment is that? Fifth Massachusetts cavalry, said the darkaides; we were expecting a fight, and I had no business to stop in a road where I could not again find him. Meeting Colonel Rowley, however, I asked him to see that Hal had everything and to say that I would be in that night to see him. We rode on along an almost deserted road, till we crossed the rail, when we came on Burnside's cs going out to Butler, but these were pretty much all. Nobody halted me, though I rode past a picket guard and through the breastworks. It was not till I drew near Hal's camp that his sentry roared out in a military voice, indicating much study of phonetics: Halt! Who goes there? Then came a corporal of the guard in due style. .
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