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g the mountain shadows played; Borne upon the wings of glory, like gnomes of ghostly story, They sped onward, and with wild charge the Miss'ippians dismayed. Then came a scene of wildest battle — the dread musketry's rattle-- And the bayonet found its sheath in the carcass of the foe. The “Rebs” retreated quite defeated — the remnant who Death cheated-- Our victors sent up loud cheers for Union, Geary, “Uncle Joe.” Glorious paeans, cheers of conquest, among crags, above the contest, Greeted Hooker, greeted Geary, with the first flush of the sun. Then our bay'nets madly plying, the enemy ever flying each for bravest deeds vying, On battlements; in deep ravines — our work in earnest had begun. Behind works of art and strongest Nature — a wall of flame at each embrasure-- Under the weird finger of the mountain, which reached into the skies, Where the grizzly warrior “graybacks” of the rebel Manny, who, like Ajax, Defied a power above him, and to oppose it hard he tries. Over
10. the battle above the clouds. The day had been one of dense mists and rains, and much of General Hooker's battle was fought above the clouds, which concealed him from our view, but from which his musketry was heard.--General Meigs to Secretary Stanton. By the banks of Chattanooga watching with a soldier's heed, In the chilly autumn morning, gallant Grant was on his steed: For the foe had climbed above him with the banners of their band, And the cannon swept the river from the hills of Cumberland. Like a trumpet rang his orders: “Howard, Thomas, to the bridge! One brigade aboard the Dunbar! Storm the heights of Mission Ridge, On the left the ledges, Sherman, charge and hurl the rebels down! Hooker, take the steeps of Lookout and the slopes before the town!” Fearless, from the northern summits, looked the traitors, where they lay, On the gleaming Union army, marshalled as for muster-day, Till the sudden shout of battle thundered upward its alarms, And they dropped their idle
31. Lookout. General Hooker to his men — Lookout Valley, November 24, 1863. Left — Right! Left — Right! Left — Right!--March! Steady men!--so! For silent we go To rescue our country from tyrant and foe. Not a word my good men — not a sound, Save the tramp of your tread, Till you win the mountain's topmost head, Where trenches and breastworks stand circling them round. Not a shout! no hurrah! Not a musket-shot; Nor the scream of a shell, As nearer you draw. Not a trumpet's blast, Not a bugle's note, Till blind with the daze Of your bayonet's blaze Your loud hurrah shall sound their knell Left!--Right!--Left!--Right! Steady ye freemen!--so! Now forward we go-- Rushing o'er abattis, breastwork, and wall, Victorious! in triumph o'er Slavery's fall! Shouting paeans. Io! to our glorious stars; Hurrahing loud anthems to the Red, White, and Blue, As they fly with their bright constellation of light, Proclaiming to traitors and tyrants in flight, That Victoria Apteryx Victoria Aptery
Sherman's flank movements.--General Sherman's strategy in flanking the rebels out of their strong positions, puzzles the natives a good deal. A young woman said it was not fair to fight the Southern soldiers on end. She then went on to say that the day before General Bragg had formed two streaks of fight in their door-yard with walking soldiers, and General Wheeler formed one streak of fight with critter soldiers --meaning cavalry — behind the house, but that Joe Hooker had come up and flanked Bragg, and made him fall back, which he did in such a hurry, that he upset dad's ash-hopper plant, which cost two dollars and fifty cents in Atlanta; and dad was a-goina to sue Bragg for waste. This a fair specimen of the way these poor people think and talk. They do not generally display half the intelligence the slaves do.
hmun on the Jeems! And one there lay beside him, his comrade in the flight; They had been boon companions, and frequently got tight; And side by side they lay there, indulging maudlin dreams, Far from the Libby prison and Richmond on the Jeems! One said: Old feller, tell me, what think you of this war, Made by the boastina rebels, our prosperous peace to mar? Are Lee and Stonewall Jackson such thunderation teams, As to keep us out of Richmun, ole Richmun on the Jeems? Say, do you think that Hooker — they call him “Fighten Joe” -- Who ‘fore the War Committee run down McClellan so-- Will he cross the Rappy-hannick, and carry out his schemes, And take us down to Richmun, upon the river Jeems? Why, when I left old Kaintuck, just eighteen months ago, My main and sister Ruby both said I shouldn't go; But, I ax'd 'em both, and Susan, to think of me in dreams, For, I'se bound to go to Richmun, old Richmun. on the Jeems! You know, through tribulation, we marched on, night and day, Through wo
D'ye see, lad, that black-looking peak? said a sergeant, scarred over and gray, To a boy, both in glow of a camp-fire, whence wavered their shadows away; “Strap tightly your drum, or you'll lose it when climbing yon hill; for the word Is to take that pricked ear of old Lookout, where Bragg's shots so often we've heard; Our noble commander has said it, and we all should be minding our prayers, By dawn we must plant the old flag where the rebels now shame us with theirs; Hurrah for bold General Hooker, the leader that never knew fear, He's to lead us! now, comrades, be ready and give at the rolls a good cheer! I look for the time at each moment!” --just then the long-rolls swelled about, There were tramplings of steeds and of men, there was jingle and rattle and shout; Dark columns would glimmer and vanish, a rider flit by like a ghost-- There was movement all over., the valley, the movement and din of a host. 'Twas the legion so famed of the White Star, and led on by Geary the brave