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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Historical sketch of the Rockbridge artillery, C. S. Army, by a member of the famous battery. (search)
en the battery was immediately flanked, charged, and captured, its infantry support having given back; loss, four twenty-pounder parrot guns, one man wounded, and one missing. Ordered back toward Richmond on the Enroughty, commonly pronounced the Darby town road, Darby-town road is the accepted designation. It derived its name from the fact that it was the highway to a settlement of persons, whose name was originally Enroughty but was interchangeably pronounced Enroughty and Darby and writtDarby and written in both forms by those of the same blood.—Ed. a distance of five miles. Thursday, the 28th July, received new guns; 29th, marched back to New Market Heights and into position; 31st, went back to Laurel Hill church six miles, and there remained in camp till 10th Angust, when it was ordered to Signal Hill station, seven miles distant, and there constructed pits; on 13th, after daylight, opened fire on the enemy's working party at Dutch Gap, and fired all day; 14th, moved up the Varina road two
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The South's Museum. (search)
the poet or the pictures of the painter, the one that stands in the foreground, the one that will be glorified with the halo of the heroine, is the woman, mother, sister, lover—who gave her life and heart to the cause. And the woman who attracts my sympathy most and to whom my heart melts hottest, is the plain, simple, country woman and girl, remote from cities and towns, back in the woods, away from railways or telegraph. Thomas Nelson Page has given us a picture of her in his story of Darby. I thank him for Darby Stanly. I knew the boy and loved him well, for I have seen him and his cousins on the march, in camp, and on the battle-field, lying in ranks, stark, with his face to the foe and his musket grasped in his cold hands. I can recall what talk there was at meetina about the Black Republicans coming down here to interfere with us, and how we warn't goina to 'low it, and how the boys would square their shoulders to see if the girls were looking at 'em, and how the girls w