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William Downs Farley (search for this): chapter 2.15
rd 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 train rushed on, and then a thundering volley was opened upon the flats containing officers and men. The engineer was shot by Captain Farley, of Stuart's staff, and a number of the soldiers were wounded. The rest threw themselves upon their faces; the train rushed headlong by like some frightened monster bent upon escape, and in an instant it had disappeared. Stuart then reflected for a single moment. The question was, should he go back and attack the White House, where enormous stores were piled up? It was tempting, and he afterwards told me he could scarcely resist it. But a considerable force of infantry was posted
Hardeman Stuart (search for this): chapter 2.15
adquarters, and the glance of the blue eyes of Stuart at that moment was as brilliant as the lightniape against ten of capture or destruction. Stuart had decided upon his course with that rapidityed back and reported, and the ringing voice of Stuart ordered Form platoons! Draw sabre! Charge! ole companies went to sleep in the saddle, and Stuart himself was no exception. He had thrown one kn aching void which it was necessary to fill. Stuart gave his personal superintendence to the work,low. There, besides, was the artillery, which Stuart had no intention of leaving. A regular bridgetillery horses. Standing in the boat beneath, Stuart worked with the men, and as the planks thunders rear-guard as it passed the swamp. Iv. Stuart had thus eluded his pursuers, and was over theheard, had been electrified by the rumour that Stuart was down at the river trying to get across, anwas obliged to decline; my horse was worn out. Stuart set out by himself, rode all night, and befor[41 more...]
McGregor (search for this): chapter 2.15
hole, 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, anMcGregor 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 the mudhole up to their knees, seized 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. Tunstal
Will (search for this): chapter 2.15
e of communication with his base of supplies at the White house. Everywhere the ride was crowded with incident. The scouting and flanking parties constantly picked up stragglers, and overhauled unsuspecting wagons filled with the most tempting stores. In this manner a wagon, stocked with champagne and every variety of wines, belonging to a General of the Federal army, fell a prey to the thirsty gray-backs. Still they pressed on. Every moment an attack was expected in front or rear. Colonel Will. T. Martin commander the latter. Tell Colonel Martin, Stuart said to me, to have his artillery ready, and look out for an attack at any moment. I had delivered the message and was riding to the front again, when suddenly a loud cry arose of Yankees in the rear! Every sabre flashed, fours were formed, the men wheeled about, when all at once a stunning roar of laughter ran along the line; it was a canard. The column moved up again with its flanking parties well out. The men composing th
Williams Wickham (search for this): chapter 2.15
nction, went that night into bivouac. He embraced the opportunity, after midnight, of riding with Colonel W. H. F. Lee to Hickory Hill, the residence of Colonel Williams Wickham-afterward General Wickham--who had been recently wounded and paroled. Here he went to sleep in his chair after talking with Colonel Wickham, narrowly esGeneral Wickham--who had been recently wounded and paroled. Here he went to sleep in his chair after talking with Colonel Wickham, narrowly escaped capture from the enemy rear, and returning before daylight, advanced with his column straight upon Hanover Court-House. Have you ever visited this picturesque spot, reader? We looked upon it on that day of June-upon its old brick court-house, where Patrick Henry made his famous speech against the parsons, its ancient tavernColonel Wickham, narrowly escaped capture from the enemy rear, and returning before daylight, advanced with his column straight upon Hanover Court-House. Have you ever visited this picturesque spot, reader? We looked upon it on that day of June-upon its old brick court-house, where Patrick Henry made his famous speech against the parsons, its ancient tavern, its modest roofs, the whole surrounded by the fertile fields waving with golden grain-all this we looked at with unusual interest. For in this little bird's nest, lost as it were in a sea of rippling wheat and waving foliage, some Yankee cavalry had taken up their abode; their horses stood ready saddled in the street, and this d
T. Martin (search for this): chapter 2.15
s manner a wagon, stocked with champagne and every variety of wines, belonging to a General of the Federal army, fell a prey to the thirsty gray-backs. Still they pressed on. Every moment an attack was expected in front or rear. Colonel Will. T. Martin commander the latter. Tell Colonel Martin, Stuart said to me, to have his artillery ready, and look out for an attack at any moment. I had delivered the message and was riding to the front again, when suddenly a loud cry arose of Yankees in tColonel Martin, Stuart said to me, to have his artillery ready, and look out for an attack at any moment. I had delivered the message and was riding to the front again, when suddenly a loud cry arose of Yankees in the rear! Every sabre flashed, fours were formed, the men wheeled about, when all at once a stunning roar of laughter ran along the line; it was a canard. The column moved up again with its flanking parties well out. The men composing the latter were, many of them, from the region, and for the first time for months saw their mothers and sisters. These went quite wild at sight of their sons and brothers. They laughed and cried, and on the appearance of the long gray column instead of the famil
Will. T. Martin (search for this): chapter 2.15
ation-these made Stuart the perfect picture of a gay cavalier, and the spirited horse he rode seemed to feel that he carried one whose motto was to do or die. I chanced to be his sole companion as he galloped over the broad field near his headquarters, and the glance of the blue eyes of Stuart at that moment was as brilliant as the lightning itself. Catching up with his column 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 northward as if going to join Jackson, and reaching the vicinity of Taylorsville, near Hanover Junction, went that night into bivouac. He embraced the opportunity, after midnight, of riding with Colonel W. H. F. Lee to Hickory Hill, the residence of Colonel Williams Wickham-afterward General Wickham--who had been recently wounded and paroled. Here he went to sleep in his chair after talking with Colonel Wickham, nar
William H. F. Lee (search for this): chapter 2.15
owever, lay the Southern army, commanded now by Lee, who had succeeded Johnston, wounded in the figThe moment was favourable for a heavy attack by Lee. Jackson had just driven before him the combineClellan; a combined advance of the forces under Lee and Jackson might save the capital. But how shs of success. Jackson could sweep around while Lee assailed the lines near Mechanicsville; then on two pieces of horse-artillery under Colonels William H. F. Lee, Fitz Lee, and Will. T. Martin, of Mrtunity, after midnight, of riding with Colonel W. H. F. Lee to Hickory Hill, the residence of Colon gallop, and on the high ground beyond, Colonel W. H. F. Lee, who had taken the front, encountered tound that cool and resolute officer, Colonel William H. F. Lee, on the river's bank. He had just ad looked dangerous. He said a few words to Colonel Lee, found the ford impassable, and then orderiernal country! The rear-guard, under Colonel W. H. F. Lee, had meanwhile moved down steadily fro
Sheridan (search for this): chapter 2.15
been ruined, as there was no way of getting out. The Emperor Napoleon, a good soldier, took this view of it; when tracing out on the map Stuart's route from Taylorsville by Old Church to the lower Chickahominy, he characterized the movement as that of a cavalry officer of the first distinction. This criticism was only just, and the raid will live in history for three reasons: i. It taught the enemy the trick, and showed them the meaning of the words cavalry raid. What General Kilpatrick, Sheridan, and others afterwards effected, was the work of the pupil following the master. 2. It was on a magnificent arena, to which the 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 all the incidents of the movement. I hope the reader has not been wearied by my minute record of them. To the old so
Johnston (search for this): chapter 2.15
hickahominy, and pushing across, had fought on the last day of May the bloody but indecisive battle of the Seven Pines. On the right it was a Confederate, on 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 counc
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