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L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Part 2: daring enterprises of officers and men. (search)
point on the field, crying, Stop, you little Yankee devil. Johnny halted, bringing his Australian rifle to an order, thus throwing the colonel off his guard, cocked his piece (which he could easily do, being so short), and suddenly bringing his piece to his shoulder, fired, the colonel falling dead with a bullet through his breast. The little fellow told his story simply and modestly, and the general determined to honor his bravery. He gave him the badge of the Roll of honor, which Mrs. Saunders, wife of the host of the Burnet House, sewed upon Johnny's coat. His eyes glistened with pride as he looked upon the badge, and little Johnny seemed suddenly to have grown an inch or two taller, he stood so erect. He left his photograph with General Rosecrans, who exhibits it with pride. We may hear again of Johnny Clem, the youngest soldier in the Army of the Cumberland. God's flag : --As one of the brigades of the reserve corps which came up to the rescue of General Thomas at Chi
L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Narrative of Captain John F. Porter, Jr., Fourteenth New York cavalry-particulars of his escape. (search)
point on the field, crying, Stop, you little Yankee devil. Johnny halted, bringing his Australian rifle to an order, thus throwing the colonel off his guard, cocked his piece (which he could easily do, being so short), and suddenly bringing his piece to his shoulder, fired, the colonel falling dead with a bullet through his breast. The little fellow told his story simply and modestly, and the general determined to honor his bravery. He gave him the badge of the Roll of honor, which Mrs. Saunders, wife of the host of the Burnet House, sewed upon Johnny's coat. His eyes glistened with pride as he looked upon the badge, and little Johnny seemed suddenly to have grown an inch or two taller, he stood so erect. He left his photograph with General Rosecrans, who exhibits it with pride. We may hear again of Johnny Clem, the youngest soldier in the Army of the Cumberland. God's flag : --As one of the brigades of the reserve corps which came up to the rescue of General Thomas at Chi
William W. Bennett, A narrative of the great revival which prevailed in the Southern armies during the late Civil War, Chapter 23: summer of 1864. (search)
e had been sprung under one of the salients on our lines and not far from the centre of the defences. Orders were sent to Gen. Mahone to cover the threatened point, and that officer moved promptly with his own Virginia brigade, and instructed Saunders' Alabama and Wright's Georgia brigades to follow. On reaching the ground twelve Federal flags were seen waving from that part of our line which had been carried in the explosion, and the whole place swarmed with Federal troops, white and black. forward, drove the Federals up to and over the breastworks, from the top of which they delivered a plunging fire that completed the confusion of the enemy. But the bloody work was not done. Only a part of the lost line had been recovered. Saunders' brigade was ordered up to retake the remaining lines; and, after a splendid charge, every inch of lost ground was regained. The enemy, says a writer from the scene, made but slight resistance to this charge. The chasm caused by the enemy's
John G. B. Adams, Reminiscences of the Nineteenth Massachusetts Regiment, Chapter 3: battles of ball's Bluff and Edward's Ferry.--experiences at Darnestown and Rockville. (search)
and I expected to kill a rebel or be a dead Yankee before night. We marched through the town and found it as quiet as a New England village. The second night of our march we arrived at Poolsville. Here we met the 15th Massachusetts, and Company A of the 19th was entertained by Company A of the 15th. Next morning we marched to Camp Benton, which was to be our home for several months. We were brigaded with the 20th Massachusetts, 7th Michigan, 42d New York (Tammany regiment), Captain Saunders's company of sharpshooters and Captain Vaughn's Rhode Island battery. Our brigade was commanded by Gen. F. W. Lander; the headquarters of the division were at Poolsville, called corps of observation, commanded by Gen. Chas. P. Stone. At Camp Benton the discipline was brought to the regular army standard; drills were almost constant; each afternoon we were drilled in battalion movements, in heavy marching order, and in every possible way fitted for active service. Dress coats with brass s
Oliver Otis Howard, Autobiography of Oliver Otis Howard, major general , United States army : volume 1, Chapter 27: Chattanooga and the battle of Missionary Ridge (search)
neuralgia for years in consequence of that exposure. By raising the loads by planks above the wagon bodies and carrying the cannon ammunition upon them in the same way we got across the ford without loss. Sherman and I came together about thirteen miles from Knoxville. A messenger from Burnside here met us and told the good news that Longstreet, hearing of our approach, had raised the siege and gone off to join Lee's army in Virginia. Burnside, after the dreadful battle in which Colonel Saunders and hundreds of men were killed, was expecting every day that Longstreet would renew his assault and he feared that he would not be able to hold out against him. Sherman and I halted our commands and then, while they were resting in a good camp, rode together the thirteen miles. Burnside was delighted to see us, and gave us a turkey dinner. The loyal East Tennessee people had kept him well supplied during all that long siege. I then remembered President Lincoln's words at my last i
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe, Chapter 21: closing scenes, 1870-1889. (search)
out we had to go to the hotel, where, about eleven o'clock, I crept into bed with every nerve aching from fatigue. The next day was dark and rainy, and I lay in bed most of it; but when I got up to go and read I felt only half rested, and was still so tired that it seemed as though I could not get through. Those who planned my engagements failed to take into account the fearful distances and wretched trains out here. On none of these great Western routes is there a drawing-room car. Mr. Saunders tried in every way to get them to put one on for us, but in vain. They are all reserved for the night trains; so that there is no choice except to travel by night in sleeping cars, or take such trains as I have described in the daytime. I had a most sympathetic audience in Cincinnati; they all seemed delighted and begged me to come again. The next day George took us for a drive out to Walnut Hills, where we saw the seminary buildings, the house where your sisters were born, and the
Edward Alfred Pollard, The lost cause; a new Southern history of the War of the Confederates ... Drawn from official sources and approved by the most distinguished Confederate leaders., Chapter 41: (search)
beration in the Confederate capital. It was a painful contrast to look in upon this scene; to traverse the now almost silent Capitol House, so often vocal with oratory, and crowded with the busy scene of legislation; to hear the echo of the footstep; and at last to climb to the dismal show of councilmen in the remote room where half a dozen men sat at a rude table, and not so many vacant idlers listened to their proceedings. At the head of the board sat an illiterate grocer of the name of Saunders, who was making his last exhibition of Southern spirit, and twenty-four hours thereafter was subscribing himself to some very petty Federal officer, most respectfully, your most obedient servant. Here and there, hurrying up with the latest news from the War Department, was Mayor Mayo, excited, incoherent, chewing tobacco defiantly, but yet full of pluck, having the mettle of the true Virginian gentleman, stern and watchful to the last in fidelity to the city that his ancestors had assisted
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Chapter 16: Webster (search)
rose to prominence both as lawyer and public speaker. In 1813 he was sent to the House of Representatives as a Federalist member from Massachusetts, and thus came in close contact with Clay, then speaker, and Calhoun. Within a year Webster was a marked man in Congress. After four years, during which he struck many heavy blows at the administration, he resumed the practice of law. The great cases which he argued—the Dartmouth College Case, McCulloch v. Maryland, Gibbons v. Ogden, Ogden v. Saunders—brought him into the first rank of American lawyers by the time he was forty. Meanwhile his reputation as the greatest American orator was built up by his oration at Plymouth in 1820, the Bunker Hill oration of 1825, and the speech in which he commemorated Adams and Jefferson in 1826. He returned to the House of Representatives in 1823 and in 1827 entered the Senate, in which he served till 1841. Ever since 1800 Webster had been the exponent of a doctrine of nationalism which now made
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.), Index (search)
es of a traveller, or, Odds and ends from the Knapsack of Thomas Singularity, journeyman printer, 152 November Boughs, 272 Oath of freedom, 305 O'Brien, Fitz-James, 373-374, 375 O Captain! My Captain! 286 O'Connor, Wm. Douglas, 270, 388 Octave Thanet. See French, Alice October idyl, an, 381 Odd-Fellow's Offering, The, 170, 175 Odd Miss Todd, 373 Ode on the Confederate dead, 301, 303, 304, 309-310 Ode recited at the Harvard Commemoration, 286, 287 Ogden vs. Saunders, 93 n. O'Hara, Theodore, 290, 311 O. Henry. See Porter, William Sydney Old black Joe, 353 Old Chester tales, 390 Old Creole days, 384 Old-Fashioned Girl, An, 402 Old Folks at home, 353 Old Ironsides, 226, 237 Oldmixon, John, 107 Old Sergeant, the, 281 Old times, old friends, old Loves, 243 Old Uncle Ned, 353 Oliver, Thaddeus, 280, 303 n. Oliver Oldschool. See Dennie, Joseph Oliver Optic. See Adams, W. T. Ollapodiana papers, 152 Olmsted, F. L., 190
Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 4, Chapter 8: to England and the Continent.—1867. (search)
and the Birmingham and Midland Freedmen's Aid Association, and was preceded by a breakfast to Mr. Garrison, at which an ex-Confederate General, R. V. Richardson of Tennessee, spoke and made voluntary confession that the freedmen were confiding, warm-hearted, faithful, sympathetic, possessed of great physical energy and power, and only required to be educated to make excellent citizens. I am writing this with a Southern Confederate General (Richardson of Tennessee) by my side, and a Major (Saunders) of the same stripe—both very courteous, friendly, complimentary! What strange things turn up in the course of time! (Ms. Oct. 19, 1867, W. L. G. to H. E. G.) The following letter was read by Arthur Albright, Mr. Garrison's host in Birmingham, through whose untiring efforts, largely, the magnificent sum of £100,000 had already been raised and sent to America in aid of the freedmen: W. E. Gladstone to Arthur Albright. Penmaen-Mawr, Aug. 22, 1867. Ms. dear Sir: I have received
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