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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Statement of General J. D. Imboden. (search)
oners we had at Eufaula and Andersonville to the nearest accessible Federal post, and having paroled them not to bear arms till regularly exchanged, to deliver them unconditionally, simply taking a receipt on descriptive rolls of the men thus turned over. In pursuance of this determination, and as soon as the necessary arrangements could be made, a detachment of about 1,500 men, made up from the two prisons, was sent to Jackson, Mississippi, by rail and delivered to their friends. General Dick Taylor at that time commanded the department through which these prisoners were sent to Jackson, and objected to any more being sent that way, on the ground that they would pick up information on the route detrimental to our military interests. The only remaining available outlet was at Saint Augustine, Florida, Sherman having destroyed railway communication with Savannah. Finding that the prisoners could be sent from Andersonville by rail to the Chattahoochie, thence down that river to Flo
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, V. In the dust and ashes of defeat (may 6-June 1, 1865). (search)
lrymen were sleeping quietly in the shade, and the horse-thief turned out to be nobody but ‘Ginny Dick Where several negroes on a plantation had the same name, it was customary to distinguish them by some descriptive epithet. For instance, among my father's servants, there were Long Dick, Little Dick, Big Dick, and ‘Ginny Dick — the last of whom owed his sobriquet to the fact that he had beenDick — the last of whom owed his sobriquet to the fact that he had been purchased in Virginia. catching the pony for father. May 7, Sunday I went to the Baptist church and heard a good sermon from Mr. Tupper on the text: For now we live by faith, and not by sight. strolling about there, and this morning two of them came to the house and asked to borrow ‘Ginny Dick's fiddle! I suppose they are going to imitate their predecessors in giving negro balls. Abraham and it is said the righteous Lot himself was not above bestowing his attentions on them. I hope Dick will have more self-respect than to play for any such rabble. He always was a good negro, exc
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 7 (search)
imself at once, by capturing a negro's watch. They carry out their principles by robbing impartially, without regard to race, color, or previous condition. ‘Ginny Dick has kept his watch and chain hid ever since the bluecoats put forth this act of philanthropy, and George Palmer's old Maum Betsy says that she has knowed white fol home at night. He is such a good carpenter that he is always in demand, and the Yankees themselves sometimes hire him. Father says that except Big Henry and Long Dick and old Uncle Jacob, he is the most valuable negro he ever owned. The end of this good old negro is a pathetic example of the unavoidable tragedies that have soes. Mother hasn't said anything more about it to-day, but the poor darkey is very miserable, and I don't know what would become of her with her five children, for Dick can't let whisky alone, and would never make a support for them. Besides, he is not fit for anything but a coachman, and people are not going to be able to keep c
Eliza Frances Andrews, The war-time journal of a Georgia girl, 1864-1865, chapter 8 (search)
rs. Jordan and Mary Anderson wanted to do some shopping, and then we went to make some visits. On our return home we met Dick and Emily, with their children, at the'front gate, going out to begin life for themselves. All their worldly possessions,can make a start for themselves, besides crockery and kitchen utensils that mother gave them, had gone before in a wagon. Dick's voice trembled as he bade me good-by, Emily could not speak at all, and Cinthy cried as if her heart would break. I felilver change out of his purse and placed it in the child's hand, and I saw a tear trickle down his cheek as he did so. Dick has hired himself out to do stable work, and has taken his family to live in a house out at Thompson's, that den of iniquile white girl — a very aggravated case-and the record of the others would rival that of the Jukes family. The old people, Dick and Emily, superannuated and helpless, are still living (1908), sheltered and provided for by their old master's daughter
John Beatty, The Citizen-Soldier; or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, April, 1863. (search)
lf, he knew what hard fighting was. Why, sir, one of his men has five bullets in him; dam‘ me if he hasn't five! Says he, Dick says he, how did they hit you so many times? The first time I fired, says Dick, I killed an officer; yes, sir, killed himDick, I killed an officer; yes, sir, killed him dead; saw him fall, dam me, if he did n't, sir; and at the same time, says Dick, I got a ball in my leg; rose up to fire again, and got one in my other leg, and one in my thigh, and fell; got on my knees to fire the third time, says Dick, and receivDick, I got a ball in my leg; rose up to fire again, and got one in my other leg, and one in my thigh, and fell; got on my knees to fire the third time, says Dick, and received two more. Well, you see, the firing was hotter'n hell, and Colonel Dodge knows what hot firing is, sir! April, 15 Since the fight at Franklin, and the capture of the passenger train at Lavergne, nothing of interest has occurred. There wereDick, and received two more. Well, you see, the firing was hotter'n hell, and Colonel Dodge knows what hot firing is, sir! April, 15 Since the fight at Franklin, and the capture of the passenger train at Lavergne, nothing of interest has occurred. There were only fifteen or twenty officers on the captured train. A large amount of money, however, fell into rebel hands. The postmaster of our division was on the train, and the Confederates compelled him to accompany them ten miles. He says they could hav
J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary, chapter 22 (search)
the point of striking for national independence, are hurled into the background by the men who arranged the programme of our government. De Bow was offered a lower clerkship by Mr. Secretary Memminger, which he spurned; Fitzhugh accepted the lower class clerkship Mr. M. offered him after a prolonged hesitation; and others, who did more to produce the revolution than any one of the high functionaries now enjoying its emoluments, are to be found in the lowest subordinate positions; while Tom, Dick, and Harry, never heard of before, young, and capable of performing military service, rich, and able to live without office, are heads of bureaus, chief clerks of departments, and staff-officers flourishing their stars! Even this is known in the North, and they exult over it as a just retribution on those who were chiefly instrumental in fomenting revolution. But they forget that it was ever thus, and that our true patriots and bold thinkers who furnish our lesser men, in greater positions,
Francis B. Carpenter, Six Months at the White House, Lxviii. (search)
off on a short journey, and reached the depot a little ahead of time. Leaning against the fence just outside the depot was a little darkey boy, whom I knew, named Dick, busily digging with his toe in a mud-puddle. As I came up, I said, “Dick,” what are you about? Making a “church,” said he. A church? said I; what do you mean? Why, yes, said Dick, pointing with his toe, don't you see? there is the shape of it; there's the “steps” and “front-door”here the “pews,” where the folks set and there's the “pulpit.” Yes, I see, said I, but why don't you make a “minister?” Laws, answered Dick, with a grin, I hain't got mud enough! Mr. Lincoln had a dreaDick, with a grin, I hain't got mud enough! Mr. Lincoln had a dread of people who could not appreciate humor. He once instanced a member of his own cabinet, of whom he quoted the saying of Sydney Smith, that it required a surgical operation to get a joke into his head. The light trifles of conversation diverted his mind, or, as he said of his theatre-going, gave him a refu
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 15: in Pennsylvania (search)
Chapter 15: in Pennsylvania Impressing horses the only plundering Lee's Army did a remarkable interview with an old lady in a Pennsylvania town she expects to meet Stonewall Jackson in Heaven two Pennsylvania boys make friends with the rebels Extra Billy Leads the Confederate column into York, his brigade band playing Yankee Doodle, and makes a speech on the public Green old Jube breaks up the meeting Dick Ewell and the burghers of Carlisle. I do not remember where I overtook Ewell's corps, but think I entered Pennsylvania with them. General Lee had issued stringent orders against plundering and, certainly in the main, the men carefully observed these orders. I was constantly told by the inhabitants that they suffered less from our troops than from their own, and that if compelled to have either, they preferred having the rebels camped upon their lands. I saw no plundering whatever, except that once or twice I did see branches laden with fruit broken from ch
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 21: Cold Harbor of 1864. (search)
of Kershaw's old brigade, which was supporting our guns at Cold Harbor, were three young men, brothers, whose cool daring in battle attracted our special admiration. We did not know the names of these gallant fellows, but had christened them Tom, Dick, and Harry. A day or two after the great fight a fourth and youngest, a mere lad, who had been wounded at the Wilderness, came on his crutches to visit his brothers, and they had a hard time getting him safely into the trench. We noticed they cahe sultry noon, except, of course, the spiteful sputter of the sharpshooters, all the men from his neighborhood were soon busy painfully scribbling on scraps of paper and in the cramped trenches, letters for Fred to carry home. Meanwhile, Tom, Dick and Harry surrounded their pet, as he evidently was; and indeed he was a lovely thing. We had not specially noted that the other young men were gentlemen. In fact, that did not so specially appear through the dirt and rags. We had readily seen
Varina Davis, Jefferson Davis: Ex-President of the Confederate States of America, A Memoir by his Wife, Volume 2, Chapter 60: Honorable mention. (search)
inestimable service. To Maryland we owe also Snowdon Andrews, the brave and skilled artillery officer, who was so desperately wounded upon the field of Cedar Run that his surgeon reported hardly enough of his body left to hold his soul. South Carolina gave us Stephen Elliott, who remained in beleaguered Sumter, and when invited to take rest only did so because promoted and ordered elsewhere; the Hamptons, Kershaw, Hugers, Ramseur, M. C. Butler, Bee, Bonham, Bartow, Drayton, the Prestons, Dick Anderson, Jenkins, and Stephen D. Lee, commander of artillery in Virginia and corps commander in the Army of Tennessee, a body of fine gentlemen who illustrated the proverbial daring of their class. She also gave Colonel Lucius B. Northrop, a gallant soldier of the old army, and one who, as Commissary General, possessed Mr. Davis's confidence unto the end of our struggle. North Carolina sent Pettigrew, who commanded Heth's division in the charge at Gettysburg, wounded there, he lost his
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