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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 166 (search)
ot, block house, and other buildings occupied by the enemy, while Major McCauley's detachment of Thomas's legion was posted in rear of the battery. Just at this time Lieutenant-Colonel M. A. Haynes, of the artillery, and Lieutenant-Colonel Walker, with a detachment of Thomas's legion, were ordered from Jonesboro to reenforce General Jackson. After this fire had been opened some forty minutes, Colonel Haynes brought gallantly forward at a gallop Lieutenant Graham's section of artillery, (Burrough's battery,) which also opened briskly. The enemy's sharpshooters in the woods, meanwhile, kept up an incessant fire on the batteries. By this time Colonel Giltner had taken possession of the south side of the bridge, dismounted and deployed his men as skirmishers, and, after a spirited engagement, drove the enemy across the creek, and held the railroad and south end of the bridge. In this latter engagement, and up to the time of the capture of the enemy, Colonel Giltner had the valuable
The Daily Dispatch: February 6, 1865., [Electronic resource], article 3 (search)
m, succeeded in loading it. I was then called to breakfast, and, putting the revolver with my things, forgot to unload it. After I started I concluded to keep it loaded, but had then no intention of using it when I got here. After my arrival here I became almost frantic with a desire to see him, and put on a "nubia" (which I was not wont to wear) and a veil, and, so disguised, went to the Treasury. When I went into the Treasury building yesterday morning I inquired for the room in which Mr. Burrough was, and having learned that, walked up and down the hall for some time. Once I went to the door of the room, opened it a few inches, and saw him at his desk. The moment I looked at him, sitting there so comfortably, the thought of all I had suffered, and of his being the cause, enraged me, and my hand involuntarily pulled back the trigger of the pistol in my pocket. I closed the door, and, stepping away, moved about again, I know not how or where, except that I kept my eye on his room