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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 16 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 12. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 12 0 Browse Search
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War. 4 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 36. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 4 0 Browse Search
Comte de Paris, History of the Civil War in America. Vol. 4. (ed. Henry Coppee , LL.D.) 4 0 Browse Search
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John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Stuart's ride around McClellan in June, 1862. (search)
s manner a wagon, stocked with champagne and every variety of wines, belonging to a General of the Federal army, fell a prey to the thirsty gray-backs. Still they pressed on. Every moment an attack was expected in front or rear. Colonel Will. T. Martin commander the latter. Tell Colonel Martin, Stuart said to me, to have his artillery ready, and look out for an attack at any moment. I had delivered the message and was riding to the front again, when suddenly a loud cry arose of Yankees in tColonel Martin, Stuart said to me, to have his artillery ready, and look out for an attack at any moment. I had delivered the message and was riding to the front again, when suddenly a loud cry arose of Yankees in the rear! Every sabre flashed, fours were formed, the men wheeled about, when all at once a stunning roar of laughter ran along the line; it was a canard. The column moved up again with its flanking parties well out. The men composing the latter were, many of them, from the region, and for the first time for months saw their mothers and sisters. These went quite wild at sight of their sons and brothers. They laughed and cried, and on the appearance of the long gray column instead of the famil