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Shakespeare (search for this): article 1
$100 reward --For the delivery to me of my Car Male Driver, Beverly He is twenty seven years old; color, black; six feet high. face covered with short beard, and moustache; large eye brows and curling eve-lashes. He probably travels in a summer coat, or blue cloth with brass button, and carpet-bag. He says he has read Shakespeare, and may travel with a forged pass and shaved off his beard when he read this. He has relatives at Mr. R. H. Stewart's, in King George, and at Mrs. Dr. Frank Tailiaferro s. in Orange, with whom he has been recently corresponding by letter. His object being evidently to escape he is doubtless lurking about the shore of the Potomac, or making hiway Northward, and may be about our encampments. The above reward will be paid if caught over fifty miles from Fredericksburg; otherwise $5. [au 2--2w*] A. N. Bernard
A. N. Bernard (search for this): article 1
$100 reward --For the delivery to me of my Car Male Driver, Beverly He is twenty seven years old; color, black; six feet high. face covered with short beard, and moustache; large eye brows and curling eve-lashes. He probably travels in a summer coat, or blue cloth with brass button, and carpet-bag. He says he has read Shakespeare, and may travel with a forged pass and shaved off his beard when he read this. He has relatives at Mr. R. H. Stewart's, in King George, and at Mrs. Dr. Frank Tailiaferro s. in Orange, with whom he has been recently corresponding by letter. His object being evidently to escape he is doubtless lurking about the shore of the Potomac, or making hiway Northward, and may be about our encampments. The above reward will be paid if caught over fifty miles from Fredericksburg; otherwise $5. [au 2--2w*] A. N. Bernard
R. H. Stewart (search for this): article 1
$100 reward --For the delivery to me of my Car Male Driver, Beverly He is twenty seven years old; color, black; six feet high. face covered with short beard, and moustache; large eye brows and curling eve-lashes. He probably travels in a summer coat, or blue cloth with brass button, and carpet-bag. He says he has read Shakespeare, and may travel with a forged pass and shaved off his beard when he read this. He has relatives at Mr. R. H. Stewart's, in King George, and at Mrs. Dr. Frank Tailiaferro s. in Orange, with whom he has been recently corresponding by letter. His object being evidently to escape he is doubtless lurking about the shore of the Potomac, or making hiway Northward, and may be about our encampments. The above reward will be paid if caught over fifty miles from Fredericksburg; otherwise $5. [au 2--2w*] A. N. Bernard
Frank Tailiaferro (search for this): article 1
$100 reward --For the delivery to me of my Car Male Driver, Beverly He is twenty seven years old; color, black; six feet high. face covered with short beard, and moustache; large eye brows and curling eve-lashes. He probably travels in a summer coat, or blue cloth with brass button, and carpet-bag. He says he has read Shakespeare, and may travel with a forged pass and shaved off his beard when he read this. He has relatives at Mr. R. H. Stewart's, in King George, and at Mrs. Dr. Frank Tailiaferro s. in Orange, with whom he has been recently corresponding by letter. His object being evidently to escape he is doubtless lurking about the shore of the Potomac, or making hiway Northward, and may be about our encampments. The above reward will be paid if caught over fifty miles from Fredericksburg; otherwise $5. [au 2--2w*] A. N. Bernard
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): article 1
$100 reward --For the delivery to me of my Car Male Driver, Beverly He is twenty seven years old; color, black; six feet high. face covered with short beard, and moustache; large eye brows and curling eve-lashes. He probably travels in a summer coat, or blue cloth with brass button, and carpet-bag. He says he has read Shakespeare, and may travel with a forged pass and shaved off his beard when he read this. He has relatives at Mr. R. H. Stewart's, in King George, and at Mrs. Dr. Frank Tailiaferro s. in Orange, with whom he has been recently corresponding by letter. His object being evidently to escape he is doubtless lurking about the shore of the Potomac, or making hiway Northward, and may be about our encampments. The above reward will be paid if caught over fifty miles from Fredericksburg; otherwise $5. [au 2--2w*] A. N. Bernard
Orange, N. J. (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): article 1
$100 reward --For the delivery to me of my Car Male Driver, Beverly He is twenty seven years old; color, black; six feet high. face covered with short beard, and moustache; large eye brows and curling eve-lashes. He probably travels in a summer coat, or blue cloth with brass button, and carpet-bag. He says he has read Shakespeare, and may travel with a forged pass and shaved off his beard when he read this. He has relatives at Mr. R. H. Stewart's, in King George, and at Mrs. Dr. Frank Tailiaferro s. in Orange, with whom he has been recently corresponding by letter. His object being evidently to escape he is doubtless lurking about the shore of the Potomac, or making hiway Northward, and may be about our encampments. The above reward will be paid if caught over fifty miles from Fredericksburg; otherwise $5. [au 2--2w*] A. N. Bernard
July 21st, 1861 AD (search for this): article 1
es have to get behind a tree to escape the "dreadful storm." A soldier's grave. McDermot, one of our men, was killed by a grape-shot. O yesterday I buried him He had lain out all night, and our eyes filled with woman's tears as we covered him with his blanket, and left him to sleep on the field where he had fallen. Hurdles put a head and foot mark at his grave, with the inscription in pencil: "Dennis McDermot, of the Old Dominion Rifles, of Alexandria, Va. die in battle, July 21, 1861, a gallant soldier and a good man." The retreat of the "grand Army." What a glorious day Sunday was for the South ! When the rout of the enemy came, down the long line of Bull Run (Yankee's Ran? --Eds.) up went a shout! Oh! how grand it was ! Imagine the quiet woods through which the watching bayonets glittered silently, suddenly alive with triumphant hurrahs ! From right to left, and left to right, for seven miles they were repeated ! Then came the order to advance, and as we l
Longstreet (search for this): article 1
went a shout! Oh! how grand it was ! Imagine the quiet woods through which the watching bayonets glittered silently, suddenly alive with triumphant hurrahs ! From right to left, and left to right, for seven miles they were repeated ! Then came the order to advance, and as we left the woods and gained the high and open ground, the grandest spectacle I ever saw men my eyes. Company after company, regiment after regiment, brigade after brigade, army after army of our troops appeared. We halted to enjoy the sight, and as our glorious artillery and dashing cavalry spurred by in pursuit, shout after shout rent the air. General Longstreet, our Brigade Commander, rode, along our line with his staff, and thousands of men flung their caps in the air, or swung them on their bayonets. Col. Corse, our gallant little Colonel got his meed of hurrahs; and, an old negro who rode by with his gun, got no small salute. And, then the sunset came in a perfect glory of light sifted through the leaves.
ng right at the guns, wounding, as I have since learned from a prisoner, several of their men. The "iron Dice" battle. We were exposed nearly half a mile without support. The enemy had our range completely, and we were in great peril — the bells whizzing and humming all around us Fowle, who had advanced his reserve, and behaved with great coolness, says the line of skirmishers extended a long way and intended to cut us off; but we gave a yell, and, as I have said, drove them home. Arthur was too slow in retreat even after he had given the order. I had to turn back twice to look for him. How the balls rattled ! Every man would sometimes have to get behind a tree to escape the "dreadful storm." A soldier's grave. McDermot, one of our men, was killed by a grape-shot. O yesterday I buried him He had lain out all night, and our eyes filled with woman's tears as we covered him with his blanket, and left him to sleep on the field where he had fallen. Hurdles put a
by a young officer who greatly distinguished himself at the battle of Manassas. Should his modesty take offence at the publication of his frank expressions of feeling and unreserved narration of events, our apology is found in the fact that the original was placed at our disposal by the courtesy of those to whom it was addressed. The style is singularly copious, and the descriptive passages especially fine; and the more to be admired when we reflect that the letter was written, a la Pope, upon fugitive scraps of paper, and currente calamo. The night before the battle ! Saturday night was spent in watching — The enemy's bugles, his drums, the rumble of his baggage trains and artillery; not only these, but their very words of command, being distinctly audible in the silent night. The next morning partly refreshed, we were ordered over the ford, (Bull Run,) as scouts in that direction. I was creeping over the field, when he enemy threw a shell at my party, which ex
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