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Rooney Lee (search for this): chapter 2.15
acres were covered with them. They were all burned. The roar of the soaring flames was like the sound of a forest on fire. How they roared and crackled! The sky overhead, when night had descended, was bloody-looking in the glare. Meanwhile the main column had moved on, and I was riding after it, when I heard the voice of Stuart in the darkness exclaiming with strange agitation: Who is here? I am, I answered; and as he recognised my voice he exclaimed: Good! Where is Rooney Lee? I think he has moved on, General. Do you know it? came in the same agitated tone. No, but I believe it. Will you swear to it? I must know! He may take the wrong road, and the column will get separated! I will ascertain if he is in front. Well, do so; but take care-you will be captured! I told the General I would gallop on for ever till I found him, but I had not gone two hundred yards in the darkness when hoof-strokes in front were heard, and I ordered: Halt
Shields (search for this): chapter 2.15
the left a Federal success; and General McClellan drew back, marshalled his great lines, darkening both the northern and southern banks of the Chickahominy, and prepared for a more decisive blow at the Confederate capital, whose spires were in sight. Before him, however, lay the Southern army, commanded now by Lee, who had succeeded Johnston, wounded in the fight of Seven pines. The moment was favourable for a heavy attack by Lee. Jackson had just driven before him the combined forces of Shields and Fremont, and on the bloody field of Port Republic ended the great campaign of the Valley at one blow. The veterans of his command could now be concentrated on the banks of the Chickahominy against McClellan; a combined advance of the forces under Lee and Jackson might save the capital. But how should the attack be made? In council of war, General Stuart told me he proposed an assault upon General McClellan's left wing from the direction of James River, to cut him off from that base.
Latane (search for this): chapter 2.15
en were wild with this — to many of them-their first fight. But soon after all joy disappeared from their faces, at sight of a spectacle which greeted them. Captain Latane, of the Essex cavalry, had been mortally wounded in the charge, and as the men of his company saw him lying bloody before them, many a bearded face was wet with tears. The scene at his grave afterward became the subject of Mr. Washington's picture, The Burial of Latane; and in his general order after the expedition, Stuart called upon his command to take for their watchword in the future Avenge Latane! Captain Royal, the Federal commandant, had also been badly wounded, and many of hiLatane! Captain Royal, the Federal commandant, had also been badly wounded, and many of his force killed. I remember passing a Dutch cavalryman who was writhing with a bullet through the breast, and biting and tearing up the ground. He called for water, and I directed a servant at a house near by to bring him some. The last I saw of him, a destitute cavalryman was taking off his spurs as he was dying. War is a hard
Royal (search for this): chapter 2.15
delay. Placing himself at the head of his horsemen, Colonel Lee swept forward at the pas de charge, and with shouts the two lines came together. The shock was heavy, and the enemy — a portion of the old United States Regulars, commanded by Captain Royal-stood their ground bravely, meeting the attack with the sabre. Swords clashed, pistols and carbines banged, yells, shouts, cheers resounded; then the Federal line was seen to give back, and take to headlong flight. They were pursued with ars. The scene at his grave afterward became the subject of Mr. Washington's picture, The Burial of Latane; and in his general order after the expedition, Stuart called upon his command to take for their watchword in the future Avenge Latane! Captain Royal, the Federal commandant, had also been badly wounded, and many of his force killed. I remember passing a Dutch cavalryman who was writhing with a bullet through the breast, and biting and tearing up the ground. He called for water, and I di
Fitz Lee (search for this): chapter 2.15
umn of about 1500 horsemen, and two pieces of horse-artillery under Colonels William H. F. Lee, Fitz Lee, and Will. T. Martin, of Mississippi-cavalier as brave as ever drew sabre-Stuart pushed on nort was drawn up ready to move at the word. Before he gave the signal, the General dispatched Colonel Fitz Lee round to the right, to flank and cut off the party. But all at once the scouts in front we cavalrymen were overtaken and captured, and these proved to belong to the company in which Colonel Fitz Lee had formerly been a lieutenant. I could not refrain from laughter at the pleasure which Cohim, a destitute cavalryman was taking off his spurs as he was dying. War is a hard trade. Fitz Lee immediately pressed on and burst into the camp near Old Church, where large supplies of boots, I looked at him; he was evidently reflecting. In a moment he turned round to me and said: Tell Fitz Lee to come along, I'm going to move on with my column. These words terminated my doubt, and I un
William Lee (search for this): chapter 2.15
will be captured! I told the General I would gallop on for ever till I found him, but I had not gone two hundred yards in the darkness when hoof-strokes in front were heard, and I ordered: Halt! who goes there? Courier, from Colonel William Lee. Is he in front? About a mile, sir. Good! exclaimed the voice of Stuart, who had galloped up; and I never heard in human accents such an expression of relief. If the reader of this has ever commanded cavalry, moving at night in an enemy's country, he will understand why Stuart drew that long, deep breath, and uttered that brief word, Good! Once separated from the main column and lostgood-by then to Colonel Lee! Pushing on by large hospitals which were not interfered with, we reached at midnight the three or four houses known as Talleysville; and here a halt was ordered to rest men and horses, and permit the artillery to come up. This pause was fatal to a sutler's store from which the owners had fled. It was remo
Tunstall (search for this): chapter 2.15
rs the excellent army stores had been hastily thrown. This writer got a fine red blanket, and an excellent pair of cavalry pantaloons, for which he still owes the United States. Other things lay about in tempting array, but we were approaching Tunstall's, where the column would doubtless make a charge; and to load down a weary horse was injudicious. The advance guard was now in sight of the railroad. There was no question about the affair before us. The column must cut through, whatever forcseized the wheels of gun and caisson loaded down with ammunition, and just simply lifted the whole out, and put them on firm ground. The piece whirled on — the keg had been dismounted — the cannoneers revelled in the spoils they had earned. Tunstall's was now nearly in sight, and that good fellow Captain Frayser, afterward Stuart's signal officer, came back and reported one or two companies of infantry at the railroad. Their commander had politely beckoned to him as he reconnoitred, exclai
W. H. F. Lee (search for this): chapter 2.15
of battle in the fields to receive our attack. It came without delay. Placing himself at the head of his horsemen, Colonel Lee swept forward at the pas de charge, and with shouts the two lines came together. The shock was heavy, and the enemy — thought it prudent to knock up against the one thousand five hundred crack cavalry of Stuart. His men banged away at Colonel Lee, and a parting salute whizzed through the trees as the gray column slowly disappeared. A lady of New Kent afterwar. Stuart set out by himself, rode all night, and before daylight had passed over the thirty miles. An hour afterwards General Lee and the President knew the result of his expedition. The cavalry returned on the same day, moving slowly in front of e eyes of the whole world were attracted at the time; and, 3. In consequence of the information which Stuart furnished, Gen. Lee, a fortnight afterwards, attacked and defeated General McClellan. These circumstances give a very great interest to
Redmond Burke (search for this): chapter 2.15
rom the saddle, and politely requested him to surrender it. I want to smoke! growled the Federal captain. So do I, retorted Major F--. This pipe is my property, said the captain. Oh! What a mistake! responded the major politely, as he gently took the small affair and inserted it between his lips. Anything more hideous than the carved head upon it I never saw. The men swarmed upon the railroad. Quick axes were applied to the telegraph poles, which crashed down, and Redmond Burke went in command of a detachment to burn a small bridge on the railroad near. Suddenly in the midst of the tumult was heard the shrill whistle of a train coming from the direction of the Chickahominy. Stuart quickly drew up his men in a line on the side of the road, and he had no sooner done so than the train came slowly round a wooded bend, and bore down. When within two hundred yards it was ordered to halt, but the command was not obeyed. The engineer crowded on all steam; the trai
Fremont (search for this): chapter 2.15
ederal success; and General McClellan drew back, marshalled his great lines, darkening both the northern and southern banks of the Chickahominy, and prepared for a more decisive blow at the Confederate capital, whose spires were in sight. Before him, however, lay the Southern army, commanded now by Lee, who had succeeded Johnston, wounded in the fight of Seven pines. The moment was favourable for a heavy attack by Lee. Jackson had just driven before him the combined forces of Shields and Fremont, and on the bloody field of Port Republic ended the great campaign of the Valley at one blow. The veterans of his command could now be concentrated on the banks of the Chickahominy against McClellan; a combined advance of the forces under Lee and Jackson might save the capital. But how should the attack be made? In council of war, General Stuart told me he proposed an assault upon General McClellan's left wing from the direction of James River, to cut him off from that base. But this su
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