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Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
pirited, panic-stricken, his right wing routed and doubled back upon his centre, tangled in a wilderness without room to employ his immense force. His very numbers working to its disadvantage, hemmed in on every side, with Jackson's victorious corps in his rear and Lee in his front, strange as it may seem, Hooker's immense army of 100,000 men would have been forced to surrender, and the war would have ended with a clap of thunder. The whole North would have been laid open, and Lee's victorious army, augmented by thousands of enthusiastic volunteers. Washington and Baltimore would have been occupied and all of Maryland aroused. This young and virile Confederacy, sprung all at once armed and equipped a very Cyclops from the brain of Minerva, would have taken its place high up among the family of nations. That blast in the wilderness put an end to the almost assured result, and the hope of a great southern empire became only a dream. Was it Providence, or fate? Who can tell?
North Carolina (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
gether with a dozen of my own men, who were riding behind. A Confederate brigade was marching slowly in column on the left of the road and close to the woods, Keith Boswell was riding on the right of the General, and myself on the left, between him and our lines. The General turned to me and asked: Whose brigade is that? I don't know, sir, I replied, but will find out in a moment. I at once rode up to our line and asked the first officer I met whose brigade it was. He replied: Lane's North Carolina. I rode back to Jackson, giving him the reply. Go and tell the officer in command, he said, to halt his brigade. I rode up to the same officer, gave the command, and told him that it came from General Jackson in person. The order was passed along the line, and the whole brigade halted at once, making a half-wheel to the right, facing the road, and rested upon their arms. We continued our movement in the same order, walking our horses very slowly towards the front of the brigade. Su
Mine Run (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
t camp equippage of any kind, the two generals—Lee and Jackson—slept for the night, myself and a few of my troops lying within a few feet of them. I was awakened next morning by a light touch on my shoulder, and on jumping up had the mortification to find that the sun had already risen and General Lee had gone. General Jackson, who was just mounting his horse, turned to me with a kindly word and smile, telling me to follow as soon as possible, and dashed off at a furious gallop down the Mine Run road, along which his troops had been rapidly marching since daylight. I did not succeed in overtaking the General again for several hours, and when at last I came up with him, he was far in advance of his columns, standing talking to General Fitzhugh Lee in the old turnpike road, at a point about five miles distant from Chancellorsville, having made a circuit of fifteen miles, thus putting the whole Federal army between himself and General Lee, and the two divisions of Longstreet's corps
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
pirited, panic-stricken, his right wing routed and doubled back upon his centre, tangled in a wilderness without room to employ his immense force. His very numbers working to its disadvantage, hemmed in on every side, with Jackson's victorious corps in his rear and Lee in his front, strange as it may seem, Hooker's immense army of 100,000 men would have been forced to surrender, and the war would have ended with a clap of thunder. The whole North would have been laid open, and Lee's victorious army, augmented by thousands of enthusiastic volunteers. Washington and Baltimore would have been occupied and all of Maryland aroused. This young and virile Confederacy, sprung all at once armed and equipped a very Cyclops from the brain of Minerva, would have taken its place high up among the family of nations. That blast in the wilderness put an end to the almost assured result, and the hope of a great southern empire became only a dream. Was it Providence, or fate? Who can tell?
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
irited, panic-stricken, his right wing routed and doubled back upon his centre, tangled in a wilderness without room to employ his immense force. His very numbers working to its disadvantage, hemmed in on every side, with Jackson's victorious corps in his rear and Lee in his front, strange as it may seem, Hooker's immense army of 100,000 men would have been forced to surrender, and the war would have ended with a clap of thunder. The whole North would have been laid open, and Lee's victorious army, augmented by thousands of enthusiastic volunteers. Washington and Baltimore would have been occupied and all of Maryland aroused. This young and virile Confederacy, sprung all at once armed and equipped a very Cyclops from the brain of Minerva, would have taken its place high up among the family of nations. That blast in the wilderness put an end to the almost assured result, and the hope of a great southern empire became only a dream. Was it Providence, or fate? Who can tell?
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
division commanders. During the winter of ‘62 and ‘63, the Army of Northern Virginia was encamped near and around Fredericksburg, and the writer was in command of a company of cavalry and attached to the headquarters of General Stonewall Jackson, then located near Hamilton's Crossing, about three miles below the town. The battle of Fredericksburg, which took place the 13th of December, resulted in the defeat of Burnside, and his retreat across the river ended all active operations for thad at last commenced, and that a portion of his army had crossed the Rapidan at Gorman's Ford, and were marching upon Fredericksburg. General Lee at once put his whole army in motion, with Jackson's corps in the front, leaving one division, under General Early, to prevent the enemy from crossing at Fredericksburg and attacking his rear. It will be remembered that two of the best divisions of Longstreet's corps had been detached and sent to Southeastern Virginia, leaving General Lee with scar
Jackson County (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
Chancellorsville. note.—See ante, pp. 166-172, article by Colonel C. C. Sanders. The flank movement that routed the Yankees. General Jackson's mortal wound. Description of how he received it, by Captain W. F. Randolph, of his body-guard—Under a terrific fire. The following, written by Captain W. F. Randolph, of Stonewall Jackson's body-guard, is taken from the Greeneville News-Times, March, 1091: It is not the purpose of the writer of this article to give a detailed account of the memorable battle of Chancellorsville, which has been so often described by pens more felicitous than mine, but only to give some few incidents of the first two days leading up to the terrible catastrophe, which was the closing scene of one of the most brilliant and successful movements recorded in the history of any war. The writer was, during these two days, attached to the person of General Jackson, and only left his side occasionally as the bearer of orders to his division comm
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
and were marching upon Fredericksburg. General Lee at once put his whole army in motion, with Jackson's corps in the front, leaving one division, under General Early, to prevent the enemy from croseading arms of an immense oak, and without camp equippage of any kind, the two generals—Lee and Jackson—slept for the night, myself and a few of my troops lying within a few feet of them. I was awof his hand, and it is only a matter of a very short time when your whole army will be bagged. Jackson's lips closed in a grim smile, but he said nothing, and Lee and his troopers rode away, laughin Then I rode further on to find an ambulance. Before coming up with one I met Sandy Pendleton, Jackson's adjutant-general, told him what had occurred, and he ordered me to go and find General J. E. his immense force. His very numbers working to its disadvantage, hemmed in on every side, with Jackson's victorious corps in his rear and Lee in his front, strange as it may seem, Hooker's immense a
Virginia (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
deral commander's long-expected advance had at last commenced, and that a portion of his army had crossed the Rapidan at Gorman's Ford, and were marching upon Fredericksburg. General Lee at once put his whole army in motion, with Jackson's corps in the front, leaving one division, under General Early, to prevent the enemy from crossing at Fredericksburg and attacking his rear. It will be remembered that two of the best divisions of Longstreet's corps had been detached and sent to Southeastern Virginia, leaving General Lee with scarcely fifty thousand infantry with which to meet that well-equipped and splendidly-appointed army of Hooker's, consisting of more than one hundred thousand men. After an arduous and exciting march, without rest, the army, frequently advancing in line of battle, was expecting every moment to meet the enemy. The column, consisting of a portion of Hill's division, halted about sunset within less than a mile of the Chancellorsville house, in the vicinity of
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.43
outlying picket, but met no enemy until I came to an opening in the woods, overlooking a large field, where I saw a sight most amazing and unexpected. No less than a vast force of Federals in every conceivable state of disorder, without any formation; several batteries of artillery unlimbered; hundreds gathered around the camp fires cooking, some lying sunning themselves in the bright May sunshine, as apparently unconscious of danger as if they had been encamped around the environs of Washington city—no sentinels, no pickets, no line of battle anywhere. My heart bounded with exultation, and I could have shouted for joy. Verily, I said to myself, the God of battles has this day delivered these people into our hands. But I had time only for a brief glance. Hurrying to where I had tied my horse, I mounted and rode with all possible speed back to where I had left the General. I made my report. Not a word escaped his lips. He raised his eyes to heaven, and his lips seemed to murmu
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