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The Daily Dispatch: June 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], $10 reward (search)
From Norfolk. [special Correspondence of the Dispatch.] Norfolk, Va., June 19, 1861. Great excitement was caused here yesterday, on the arrival in our city of three supposed spies, accompanied by a body of soldiers. They were immediately carried to head quarters, (Col. Huger,) where a brief examination took place, after which they were committed to jail. One of them, named Williams, was the mate of a sloop recently taken at Old Point, with bacon, lard, butter, &c., mentioned in a previous letter. He says he was taken prisoner at Fortress Monroe, and was compelled to sleep with negroes, and subjected to the vilest treatment; that on the day of the battle at Pig Point, in which the Harriet Lane was engaged, he happened to be looking out the window of his cell, and saw at least six wounded men being conveyed to the Fort. He describes them as being cut all to pieces, and he has no doubt that many more were thus mangled, but he was not allowed to witness them. They tried to c
The Daily Dispatch: June 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], $10 reward. (search)
Norfolk, Va., June 19th, 1861. A ride yesterday to Sewell's Point, the scene of the first battle in the Old Dominion found me in range of the enemy's gun on the Rip Raps. For many days it was suspected that rifle cannon was being mounted on the Rocky Island near the Fortress, but not until the firing within the past week was it certainly known. The enemy have one long range rifle cannon, supposed to be the one condemned by General Huger when in the U. S. service It carries a shell twelve inches long, six inches wide, weighing near fifty pounds, and generally filled with musket balls and slugs. A little Federal steamining stands out in Hampton Roads, beyond the reach of the battery, and by means of signals, inform the enemy on the Rip Raps as to the line of their shots and the distance they fall from our guns. It is great fun for our boys, who watch the shot just to get them as relics of the war, for "nobody is hurt" by such a waste of powder by the great (;) Gen. Butle
The Daily Dispatch: June 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], $10 reward (search)
From camp Wigfall.[special Correspondence of the Dispatch.] Camp Wigfall, Washington Wards, June 19, 1861. I address you from an encampment formed yesterday, some few miles from Camp Pickens, by Col. Kemper's Seventh Regiment, Virginia Volunteers, and named in honor of one of the finest orators and most brilliant men of the South, Hon. Lewis T. Wigfall, of Texas. We left Camp Pickens yesterday, marching by General Beauregard and Staff, and on our tramp hither gained our first experience in the beauties of marching under a broiling sun with knapsack, haversack, canteen, musket and all the paraphernalia of a soldier on the route. Arriving here, ground was staked off, tents raised as by magic, and in a few minutes the lonely field was a scene of busy life. We were soon pleased to receive a confirmation of the report that there had been another little affair at Fairfax, in which our boys, as usual, gained the day. It is said that some five hundred Yankees advanced toward t
The Daily Dispatch: June 21, 1861., [Electronic resource], $50 reward (search)
Correspondence of the Richmond Dispatch.some incidents of the fight — flight of negroes and cattle, & Camp Near Williamsburg, June 19, 1861. After furnishing your readers a full report, through your several caterers from the field of "Bethel," I have thought that a few "scraps" might be served up from the same dish, which perhaps might be digestible. During the fight on the 10th, and while our detachment was in the trenches near the church, we were amused by the conduct of a fine, large looking gentleman, who ensconsed himself under the corner of the building, and at the sound of each cannon bowed himself low to the ground in true Eastern style. One of our officers happening to pass by, and the fire ceasing for a while, the aforesaid stranger remarked, with great spirit, "Never mind, we will give them h--1 yet." Having a shoe torn from my foot in passing the marsh on several occasions, and after the firing ceased, I went to our camp, about 200 yards to the rear of