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John Beatty, The Citizen-Soldier; or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, July, 1861. (search)
ried by the Fourth Ohio before our arrival. Almost every house along the road is deserted by the men, the women sometimes remaining. The few Union men of this section have, for weeks past, been hiding away in the hills. Now the secessionists have taken to the woods. The utmost bitterness of feeling exists between the two. A man was found to-day, within a half mile of this camp, with his lead cut off and entrails ripped out, probably a Union man who had been hounded down and killed. The Dutch regiment (McCook's), when it took possession of the bridge, had a slight skirmish with the enemy, and, I learn, killed two men. On the day after to-morrow I apprehend the first great battle will be fought in Western Virginia. I ate breakfast in Buckhannon at six o'clock A. M., and now, at six o'clock P. M. am awaiting my second meal. The boys, I ascertain, searched one secession house on the road, and found three guns and a small amount of ammunition. The guns were hunting pieces, a
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 9: (search)
mingled with the thrum of Sweeney's banjo. Our delight in being again together was unspeakable, and was greatly enhanced by the glorious issue of the expedition. Many prisoners had been taken; he had secured large numbers of horses and mules, and he had inflicted great material damage upon the enemy. All my comrades had mounted themselves on fresh horses, and they came back with wonderful accounts of their adventures across the border, what terror and consternation had possessed the burly Dutch farmers of Pennsylvania, and how they groaned in very agony of spirit at seeing their fine horses carried off — an act of war which had been much more rudely performed for months and months, not to mention numberless barbarities, never sanctioned in civilised warfare, by the Federal cavalry in Virginia. General Stuart gave me a gratifying proof that he had been thinking of me in Pennsylvania, by bringing back with him an excellent bay horse which he had himself selected for my riding.
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 19: (search)
d since our first meeting taken off my cloak and tied it to the saddle, the old fellow did not recognise me as his morning's acquaintance, and accosted me thus: Have you met a fellow on the road in a big overcoat, and riding a horse something like yours? He asked me some questions, and talked very like a Dutchman. My notion is he's nothing more than a d-d Yankee spy. Whereupon I informed him that I was the identical person; but nothing could persuade him of this, for he now vowed I had no Dutch accent at all, in fact, complimented me on my excellent English pronunciation. So I left him to his obstinate conviction, and continued my route to the camp, which I reached shortly after dark. Next morning, about an hour before daylight, I was roused from my slumbers by hearing some one riding up to my tent, and startled out of bed by the voice of one of the couriers Stuart had taken with him, who, with much agitation of manner, reported that the General had been engaged with Fitz Lee'
Wiley Britton, Memoirs of the Rebellion on the Border 1863., Chapter 22: (search)
immediately after the enemy opened fire, he could probably have resisted the attack. He may, however, have been pressed too closely to have had time to corral his wagons. Nearly all the members of the band were shot through the head, the band wagon set on fire, and their bodies burned in it. Their scorched and charred remains presented a horrible sight. Nearly all the band were Germans, and several of the ruffians are reported to have exclaimed: This shall be the fate of the lopped-eared Dutch of Lincoln's hirelings Major Curtis' horse was shot under him, and he was shot and killed after having become dismounted. The bodies of Major Curtis, Lieutenant Farr, General Blunt's Judge Advocate, and two soldiers, will arrive here on the 8th, to be sent north. The losses of the enemy in the engagements with Lieutenant Pond and General Blunt, are estimated at about thirteen killed. About a dozen of their men have been found on the field, and they are known to have carried away some o
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Stuart's ride around McClellan in June, 1862. (search)
affair before us. The column must cut through, whatever force guarded the railroad; to reach the lower Chickahominy the guard here must be overpowered. Now was the time to use the artillery, and every effort was made to hurry it forward. But alas! it had got into a tremendous mudhole, and the wheels were buried to the axle. The horses were lashed, and jumped, almost breaking the traces; the drivers swore; the harness cracked-but the guns did not move. Gat! Lieutenant, said a sergeant of Dutch origin to the brave Lieutenant McGregor, it can't be done. But just put that keg on the gun, Lieutenant, pointing, as he spoke, to a keg of whiskey in an ambulance, the spoil of the Federal camp, and tell the men they can have it if they only pull through! McGregor laughed, and the keg was quickly perched on the gun. Then took place an exhibition of herculean muscularity which would have delighted Guy Livingston. With eyes fixed ardently upon the keg, the powerful cannoneers waded into t
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., To Gettysburg and back again. (search)
orses, half the weight of these Conestogas, would wear out a dozen. One had blood, the other had not-and blood will tell. We were enemies here, but woman, the angelic, still succoured us; woman, without shoes or stockings often, and speaking Dutch, but no less hospitable. One of them presented me with coffee, bread spread with apple-butter --and smiles. I don't think the Mynheers found the gray people very fierce and bloody. The horses were appropriated; but beyond that nothing — the veate this sketch of the summer campaign of 1863. Of this great ride with the cavalry through Pennsylvania, the present writer has preserved recollections rather amusing and grotesque, than sad or tragic. The anxiety expressed by a fat lady of Dutch origin, to secure a blue postage stamp with the head of President Davis upon it, a gentleman whom she evidently expected to find endued with horns and tail en Diable; the manner in which an exceedingly pretty damsel in a town through which the ar
Fitzhugh Lee, General Lee, Chapter 3: a cavalry officer of the army of the United States. (search)
d a joyous Christmas at Arlington, and that it may be long and often repeated. I thought of you all and wished to be with you. Mine was gratefully but silently passed. I endeavored to find some little presents for the children in the garrison to add to their amusement, and succeeded better than I had anticipated. The stores are very barren of such things here, but by taking the week beforehand in my daily walks I picked up little by little something for all. Tell Mildred I got a beautiful Dutch doll for little Emma Jones-one of those crying babies that can open and shut their eyes, turn their head, etc. For the two other little girls, Puss Shirley and Mary Sewell, 1 found handsome French teapots to match cups given to them by Mrs. Waite; then by means of knives and books I satisfied the boys. After dispensing my presents I went to church; the discourse was on the birth of our Saviour. It was not as simply or touchingly told as it is in the Bible. By previous invitation I dined
Lt.-Colonel Arthur J. Fremantle, Three Months in the Southern States, May, 1863. (search)
meets has been more or less ruined since the war, but all speak of their losses with the greatest equanimity. Captain Williams was a tall, cadaverous backwoodsman, who had lost his health in the war. He spoke of the Federal General Rosecrans with great respect, and he passed the following high encomium upon the Northwestern troops, under Rosecrans' command- They're reglar great big h-ll snorters, the same breed as ourselves. They don't want no running after,--they don't. They ain't no Dutch cavalry-- German dragoons, much despised by the Texans on account of their style of riding. you bet! To my surprise all the party were willing to agree that, a few years ago, most educated men in the South regarded slavery as a misfortune and not justifiable, though necessary under the circumstances. But the meddling, coercive conduct of the detested and despised abolitionists had caused the bonds to be drawn much tighter. My fellow-travellers of all classes are much given to talk
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, Chapter 4: up the St. John's. (search)
one of them gave a drop of milk,--neither did hers), let her wait till the next lot comes in,--that is all.--Yesterday's operations gave the following total yield: Thirty contrabands, eighteen horses, eleven cattle, ten saddles and bridles, and one new army-wagon. At this rate we shall soon be self-supporting cavalry. Where complaints are made of the soldiers, it almost always turns out that the women have insulted them most grossly, swearing at them, and the like. One unpleasant old Dutch woman came in, bursting with wrath, and told the whole narrative of her blameless life, diversified with sobs:-- Last January I ran off two of my black people from St. Mary's to Fernandina, (sob,)--then I moved down there myself, and at Lake City I lost six women and a boy, (sob,)--then I stopped at Baldwin for one of the wenches to be confined, (sob,)--then I brought them all here to live in a Christian country (sob, sob). Then the blockheads [blockades, that is, gunboats] came, and th
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, Index. (search)
Clark, Capt., 70, 76, 92. Clifton, Capt., 90, 91. Clinton, J. B., Lt., 170. Corwin, B. R., Maj., 115, 122. Crandall, W. B., Surg., 269. Crum, Simon, Corp., 266. Cushman, James, 256. Danilson, W. H., Maj., 80, 270. Davis, C. I, Lt., 271. Davis,.R. M., Lt., 272. Davis, W. W. H., Gen., 168. Dewhurst, G. W., Adj't., 270. Dewhurst, Mrs., 242. Dolly, George, Capt., 179, 270. Doolittle, J. R., Hon., 285. Duncan, Lt. Comr., 160, 103. Dupont, S. F., Admiral, 67,78, 89,100, 135. Dutch, Capt., 170. Fessenden, W. P., Hon., 285, 287. Finnegan, Gen., 108. Fisher, J., Lt., 271. Fowler, J. H., Chap.,40, 113, 231, 270. Fremont, J. C., Gen., 23, 42. French, J., Rev., 40, 118. Furman, J. T., Lt., 272. Gage, F. D., Mrs., 41. Garrison, W. L., 249. Gaston, William, Lt., 271. Gillmore, Q. A., Gen., 167, 168, 183, 235,237, 240. Goldsborough, Commodore, 243, 274. Goodell, J. B., Lt., 2. Goodrich, F. S., Lt., 271, 272. Gould, E., Corp., 274. Gould, F. M., Lt., 272. G
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