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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 11 1 Browse Search
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks) 1 1 Browse Search
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HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks), Chapter 10: trade. (search)
homas Danforth, Thomas Brooks, and Timothy Wheeler. This mill was previously occupied by Richard Cooke. There was a mill at the place now called the Bower, about one mile north of the meeting-house of the first parish, carried by the water of Marble Brook. The banks, race, canal, and cellar are yet traceable. This was used for grinding grain and sawing timber. It was on land now owned by Mr. Dudley Hall. The remains of another water-mill are still visible on land now owned by Mr. W. A. Russell, near the north-west border of the town. It was carried by the water of Whitmore Brook. This mill must have been among the earnest in Medford. The first action of the town respecting mills was May 30, 1698, and the record reads thus: Put to vote, whether the inhabitants of Medford will petition the General Court for liberty to build a gristmill on the river, near and above Mistick Bridge. Voted in the affirmative. This was not successful; nor was the following,--Nov. 26, 1700: W
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General Beauregard's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff. (search)
ughts are with the battalion. I believe and hope that we will be successful, and my great regret is that I was wounded so early in the fight. I am, Captain, very truly, your friend, John W. Johnston, Major Johnston's Battalion Artillery. W. A. Russell, Assistant Adjutant. The further retreat. After skirmishing for a while at Adairsville, the army being drawn up in line of battle on a range of hills south of the Oothcaloga Valley, General Johnston, at dusk on the 16th, fell back to with joy. With spring, Sherman attempts the portals of the pass, and Rocky-face and Buzzard's Roost repell him to Snake Gap. Resaca finds us in the thickest fray, and on that hill from which were borne Simmons and Stuart, and in that pen where Russell fell and found a grave beneath the cannon's trail, the Fifth Company never showed more coolness, more valor, nor more fortitude. In quick succession came Calhoon, Adairsville, Kingston and Cassville's lost opportunity. The Etowah is crossed, D
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Sketch of Third battery of Maryland Artillery. (search)
glorious victory. Rowan has an unfortunate position, in which I was required to place him, and I will thank you to see him particularly, and express to him and his men my earnest hope that they will not suffer so greatly as I fear. My whole thoughts are with the battalion. I believe and hope that we will be successful, and my great regret is that I was wounded so early in the fight. I am, Captain, very truly, your friend, John W. Johnston, Major Johnston's Battalion Artillery. W. A. Russell, Assistant Adjutant. The further retreat. After skirmishing for a while at Adairsville, the army being drawn up in line of battle on a range of hills south of the Oothcaloga Valley, General Johnston, at dusk on the 16th, fell back to Cassville, where he remained till the 19th. An order from General Johnston was that day read to the troops, to the effect that the army would retreat no further, but would meet and fight the enemy at this place. It was heard with the greatest delig
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Washington Artillery in the Army of Tennessee. (search)
have brought defeat. The Fifth, unmoved, indignant and devoted, their battery sacrificed, seized the first guns abandoned in their rear, and with Austin's help check the enemy and save the bridge. Joe Johnston comes, and Dalton's cantonments ring with joy. With spring, Sherman attempts the portals of the pass, and Rocky-face and Buzzard's Roost repell him to Snake Gap. Resaca finds us in the thickest fray, and on that hill from which were borne Simmons and Stuart, and in that pen where Russell fell and found a grave beneath the cannon's trail, the Fifth Company never showed more coolness, more valor, nor more fortitude. In quick succession came Calhoon, Adairsville, Kingston and Cassville's lost opportunity. The Etowah is crossed, Dalton and New Hope Church claim more precious lives. 'Tis McGregor, 'tis Winston, 'tis Billy Sewell, with his last breath whispering into Slocomb's ear: Captain, haven't I done my duty? Can Pine Mountain and Kennesaw Ridge ever be forgotten? those
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Sketches of the Third Maryland Artillery. (search)
neral. Headquarters Johnston's battalion Artillery, in the field, August 30, 1864. Col. R. F. Beckham, Chief Artillery Army of Tennessee. Colonel,—I would respectfully make the following statement, as it seems from what you said to Lieutenant W. A. Russell yesterday that you blamed me for not reporting to you the condition of the stock of Johnston's battalion. I did not know before that it was even proper, much less my duty to report direct to you. I have reported every day since I have bse me. Very respectfully your obedient servant, John B. Rowan, Captain Commanding. Endorsement. Headquarters Artillery, Army of Tennessee, August 30, 1864. Captain,—The within communication handed me this morning. In my reply to Lieutenant Russell yesterday I meant to say, and did say that there will be no horses furnished to artillery (not to you especially) but to no one for the reason that horses are not to be had. I did not find fault with you for failing to report direct to me.