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The Daily Dispatch: February 11, 1864., [Electronic resource], The raiding expedition up the Peninsula. (search)
s part of the basement and then covered over with a large quantity of straw which has been deposited therein. It is not known how long the operatives in this stupendous undertaking have been engaged; but, when the limited facilities which they possessed is taken into consideration, there can be no doubt that months have elapsed since the work was first begun. The whole thing was skillfully managed and bears the impress of master minds and indomitable perseverance. Sometime since a Yankee Captain was found in the cellar, and on being taken before Major Turner, all smeared up with meal, he gave as his excuse for being there that he did not get enough to eat and was looking for something to make bread with. This was doubtless a falsehood, and his only business was to assist in the work which they had in hand. There seems to be no doubt that further escape through this avenue was contemplated, and the earnestness with which the prisoners who remained behind tried to throw the
The Daily Dispatch: March 8, 1864., [Electronic resource], The repulse of the raiders Near Charlottesville. (search)
nty no have with Duggary they could, and Capt. Breathed dispatched ten men to Charlottesville to bring out arms for his squad, it being his intention to follow up the Yankees. About dusk the men returned with the arms, and Capt, B. (to whom Capt. Chew had partially resigned command) started in pursuit. In the meantime Lt. Thomson, of Chew's battery, with eight men had pushed ahead and overtaken the rear guard of the enemy at Earlysville, which he charged, killing two men and wounding a Yankee Captain. Lt. Thomson's force being added to that of Capt. B's increased the command to about twenty-five men. This was the number of men that followed up the retreating enemy, with whom they came up at Willemite's Mill, sixteen miles from Charlottesville, where they had gone into camp. It was Capt. B's intention to attack them, but a courier arrived from Gen. Stuart, directing him not to attack, but merely to watch — so he retired a mile or two and camped, putting out pickets to watch the
uestion! We catch a wolf--one of a gang which has long been ravaging our sheepfold — and we proceed to say, "Well, Mr. Wolf, how long do you think it will be before the other gentlemen of your nation will lose their taste for mutton?" If the wolf could talk he would undoubtedly reply that not until wolves and sheep ceased to be separate races, and become consolidated in a perfect union, could the wolves he expected to listen to peace propositions. A similar answer was lately given by a Yankee Captain to a similar question. "How long do you think the war will last?" "It will last," was the reply, "till the restoration of the Union." What other answer could be expected to such a question? Such interrogatories of Yankee prisoners are not only undignified, and suggestive of a want of confidence in the strength of our cause and our ability to maintain it, but are entirely useless expenditures of breath and language; for if our own people would only hold their tongues, the Yankees wou
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