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An English Combatant, Lieutenant of Artillery of the Field Staff., Battlefields of the South from Bull Run to Fredericksburgh; with sketches of Confederate commanders, and gossip of the camps., Chapter 23: (search)
more, Major, said Johnstone, with a strong accent; I have a great respect for Hardee, for he is a good kind of Scotchman, from Glasgow, as my friend McGregor informs me, but there is no doubt about it that Beauregard was badly whipped at Manassas by that old Stirling man, McDowell. I knew some of the McDowells in Scotland, and good people they were. Beauregard is a good officer, and all he wants is a little Scotch blood in him to make a first-rate strategist. But we all know that had old Mac followed us up vigorously after passing Sudley Ford, we should never have been here now, I'm thinking, drinking bad whisky, at four o'clock oa the morning. Why, man, our right wing was never engaged at all. Longstreet, Jones, and Ewell hardly fired a shot all day; and there was the left overlapped by the Yankees at three in the afternoon, and when we did drive them back, and got them into a panic, Beauregard hadn't more than two regiments at their heels. Old Evans, at Leesburgh, did the thi
An English Combatant, Lieutenant of Artillery of the Field Staff., Battlefields of the South from Bull Run to Fredericksburgh; with sketches of Confederate commanders, and gossip of the camps., Chapter 33: (search)
he right, McClellan the centre, and Heintzelman the left. Heintzelman is a crafty old fellow, said another, and is not to be caught with chaff. Do you know I have seen large volumes of smoke ascending along their whole line? I knew it indicated destruction of stores, and heard General Almsted say as much on Sunday,. (June twentieth.) Old Heintzelman, said he, is a wily old major; see those large bodies of smoke ascending on their left — they have been frequent for the past few days, and Mac is preparing for the worst. But I have seen no peculiar disposition of force in our lines for an aggressive movement, if one is contemplated. There is no particle of doubt that it is contemplated, but Lee will not weaken any point of his lines until the decisive moment, for McClellan might attack on a weak side. When Jackson is in position, you will see Lee's divisions move as if by magic! He has changed all our brigades entirely within the past week, and commanders now have diff
An English Combatant, Lieutenant of Artillery of the Field Staff., Battlefields of the South from Bull Run to Fredericksburgh; with sketches of Confederate commanders, and gossip of the camps., Chapter 38: (search)
serve signs of any jubilation over our series of victories; business progressed as quietly as ever; there were neither speeches, dinners, balls, nor any demonstration remarkably indicative of joy or vanity. Every thing was quiet; people spoke of our successes as matters which had never been once doubted. Southern men were sure to come off victorious if engaged with any thing like equal numbers, etc.; but all regretted the escape of McClellan. It was the darling desire of old gentlemen that Mac should be made prisoner and included in the long list of generals, hundreds of regimental officers, and over seven thousand privates then in custody. The churches, however, were well attended; prayers were offered up in thanksgiving for deliverance from danger, and to avert the further effusion of human blood; and to judge from the immense congregations that assembled for divine worship, it seemed that all were strongly impressed with sentiments of sincere thankfulness to God. The vario
John D. Billings, Hardtack and Coffee: The Unwritten Story of Army Life, chapter 5 (search)
d-- Johnny, fill up the bowl. We fought with McClellan, the Rebs, shakes and fever, Hurrah! Hurrah! Then we fought with McClellan, the Rebs, shakes and fever, But Mac joined the navy on reaching James River, And we'll all drink, etc. Then they gave us John Pope, our patience to tax, Hurrah! Hurrah! Then they gave us John Pope ounemies. He said his headquarters were in the saddle, Hurrah! Hurrah! He said his headquarters were in the saddle, But Stonewall Jackson made him skedaddle. Then Mac was recalled, but after Antietam, Hurrah! Hurrah! Then Mac was recalled, but after Antietam Abe gave him a rest, he was too slow to beat 'em. Oh, Burnside then heMac was recalled, but after Antietam Abe gave him a rest, he was too slow to beat 'em. Oh, Burnside then he tried his luck, Hurrah! Hurrah! Oh, Burnside then he tried his luck, But in the mud so fast got stuck. Then Hooker was taken to fill the bill, Hurrah! Hurrah! Then Hooker was taken to fill the bill, But he got a black eye at Chancellorsville. Next came General Meade, a slow old plug, Hurrah! Hurrah! Next came General Meade,
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), The First great crime of the War. (search)
her silence the President said, Then, General, I shall not order you to give it. During this time Governor Chase, General McDowell and I were standing in one of the window embrasures. When General McClellan declined to give his plans to the meeting, Governor Chase In thinking over this matter, I find that I cannot be positive whether it was Governor Chase or Judge Blair who was with General McDowell and me, and made this remark. It was one of them, however. said to us, Well, if that is Mac's decision, he is a ruined man. The President then adjourned the meeting, and this episode was over. About a fortnight after this time the President ordered the Army of the Potomac to move forward on or before February 22d, to take Manassas. This order was countermanded early in February, and toward the end of the month orders were given to collect the transportation necessary to move the army by water. On the 8th of March I was ordered to repair to headquarters. Assembled there were
Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death., Chapter 9: a change of base. (search)
twilight had fallen; and a thousand camp-fires sprang up among the tents, with flickering, uncertain light. In it sat groups preparing their suppers and discussing what the visit and review might mean. Some said it was for the secretary to inspect the navy yard; some to examine into the defenses of the fort; and some said that it meant scaling ladders and a midnight assault. That night we had a jolly time of it in an Alabama captain's tentwith songs, cards and whisky punch, such as only Mac could brew. Even the colonel confessed himself beaten at his great trick; and in compliment drank tumbler after tumbler. As we walked over to our tent in the early mist before dawn, he said: Egad! there's mischief brewing-mischief, sir! The seat of war's to be removed to Virginia and the capital to Richmond! I stopped and looked at the colonel. Was it the punch? That's what the council this evening meant? Just so. Bragg remains, but part of his garrison goes to Beauregar
General James Longstreet, From Manassas to Appomattox, Chapter 8: Sequels of Seven Pines. (search)
drawn, or the attack continued? All voted in favor of the former except McLaws. In a letter, since written, he has said,--I alone urged that you be reinforced and the attack continued, and the question was reconsidered, and I was sent to learn your views. Ibid. Before General McLaws found me, I wrote General Smith,-- Can you reinforce me The entire enemy seems to be opposed to me. We cannot hold out unless we get help. If we can fight together, we can finish the work to-day, and Mac's time will be up. If I cannot get help, I fear that I must fall back. General McLaws reported of his ride to my lines,--I went and found you with J. E. B. Stuart. You were in favor of resuming the assault, and wanted five thousand men. Letter from General McLaws. Nothing was sent in reply to McLaws's report, but we soon learned that the left wing of the army was quiet and serene in defensive positions about the New Bridge fork of the Nine Miles road. At the first quiet of our ba
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 7: the Peninsula Campaign. (search)
at post, with rank of major. We seemed to be in no sort of hurry to get at McClellan; that is, we took our time on the road, feeling sure, from past experience, that he would take his. Our army and people invariably regarded that general as an officer and a gentleman and a fine soldier, too, except that he was a little slow and prone to see double as to the number of his foes. The Richmond Examiner, by far the most vigorous journal published in the South during the war, epitomized little Mac in the following graphic sentence, Accustomed in peace to the indecent haste of railroad travel, McClellan adopted in war the sedate tactics of the mud turtle. He certainly did seem to have a penchant for mud, Peninsula mud, Chickahominy mud, James River mud-any sort of mud; but he was too much of a gentleman to sling any of it, even at us rebels. The only point of the march down at which we were made to hurry was the only one at which we would have demurred to doing so if it would have d
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 8: Seven Pines and the Seven Days battles (search)
Chapter 8: Seven Pines and the Seven Days battles Joseph E. Johnston the change of commanders Lee's plan of the Seven Days battles Rainsford the pursuit playing at lost Ball little Mac's lost the Thrigger Early dawn on a battle-field Lee and Jackson. I turn back a moment to the mud and the march up the Peninsula in order to relate a reminiscence illustrative of several matters of interest, aside from the mud, such as the state of the currency, the semi-quizzical characch inspiration, did Pat ever fail to be communicative and. witty? He seemed to grasp the situation perfectly, and upon someone asking if the apparent flight might not after all be a trap-Be dad, said he, an‘ ef it's a thrap, thin shure an‘ little Mac's lost the thrigger! At or near Savage Station, I think on this 29th of June, our brigade commander, General Griffith, was killed. In a shower of projectiles turned loose upon us by an unseen foe, at least half a shell from a three-inch rifled
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), June 4. (search)
June 4. --The Richmond Despatch relates, that, a few days since, in Lee County, Virginia, near the Tennessee line, a tory who had slandered the widow of a deceased confederate soldier, was tied up by some half-dozen indignant women, and received twenty stripes. As Mr. Macbeth remarked to Mrs. Mac, such women should bear only male children.
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