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John D. Billings, Hardtack and Coffee: The Unwritten Story of Army Life, I. The tocsin of war. (search)
the spot where there's shooting's the worst place Where I can stand, says the sweet little man. Catch me confiding my person with strangers, Think how the cowardly Bull-Runners ran! In the brigade of the Stay-at-home Rangers Marches my corps, says the sweet little man. Such was the stuff of the Malakoff takers, Such were the soldiers that scaled the Redan; Truculent housemaids and bloodthirsty Quakers Brave not the wrath of the sweet little man! Yield him the sidewalk, ye nursery maidens! Sauve qui peut! Bridget, and Right about! Ann;-- Fierce as a shark in a school of menhadens, See him advancing, the sweet little man! When the red flails of the battlefield's threshers Beat out the continent's wheat from its bran, While the wind scatters the chaffy seceshers, What will become of our sweet little man? When the brown soldiers come back from the borders, How will he look while his features they scan? How will he feel when he gets marching orders, Signed by his lady love? sweet l
J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary, XXXII. November, 1863 (search)
before, Gen. Echols had his brigade cut up at Lewisburg! Per contra, Brig.-Gen. W. E. Jones captured, on Saturday, at Rogerville, 850 prisoners, 4 pieces of artillery, 2 stands of colors, 60 wagons, and 1000 animals. Our loss, 2 killed and 8 wounded. So reads a dispatch from R. Ransom, Major-Gen. There is some excitement in the city now, perhaps more than at any former period. The disaster to the Old guard has put in the mouths of the croakers the famous words of Napoleon at Waterloo: Sauve qui peut. We have out our last reserves, and the enemy still advances. They are advancing on North Carolina, and there was some danger of the President being intercepted at Weldon. Thousands believe that Gen. Bragg is about to retire from before Grant's army at Chattanooga. And to-day bread is selling at 50 cents per loaf-small loaf! And now the Assistant Secretary of War, Judge Campbell, is allowing men to pass to Maryland, through our lines. First, is a Rev. Mr. A. S. Sloat, a cha
General James Longstreet, From Manassas to Appomattox, Chapter 26: Gettysburg-First day. (search)
Rodes's left, and Hill's corps had overlapped the left of the First Corps, so that General Howard found himself forced to command a steady, orderly retreat to Cemetery Hill. The Confederates pushed rapidly on, particularly the fresher troops of Ewell, cleared the field, and followed on through the streets of Gettysburg at four o'clock. The. retreat began and continued in good order till they passed Gettysburg, when the ranks became so scattered that the final march was little better than Sauve qui peut. As the troops retreated through Gettysburg, General Hancock rode upon the field, and under special assignment assumed command at three o'clock. As the retreating troops arrived, Wadsworth's division on the right, the Eleventh Corps across the Baltimore pike, the balance of the First under Doubleday on the left of the Eleventh, General Howard and others assisted in forming the new line. The total effectives of the First and Eleventh Corps, according to the consolidated movin
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 122 (search)
on a hill, with artillery covering the road, we threw out skirmishers, and formed in line of battle. But the Yankees, after firing a few cannon shot and Minie balls, again fell back. On we went, and Kemper having now overtaken us, we deployed, and allowed him to unlimber and give them two or three good rounds, which completely routed the Yankee column again. Their artillery, which was in rear, now plunged wildly forward upon the wagon train, overturning and jamming them in mad disorder. Sauve qui pent. Devil take the hindmost, became the order of the day, and the setting sun saw the grand army of the North flying for dear life upon wagon and artillery horses cut loose. They left in our hands thirty-odd pieces of cannon, many wagons, an immense number of small arms, and plunder of every kind and description. To-day we can hardly recognize the members of our own company, by reason of their changed exterior. New habiliments and accoutrements abound. Truly, these fellows are well
L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Pauline Cushman, the celebrated Union spy and scout of the Army of the Cumberland. (search)
place, and gave him a ten dollar greenback if he would, at a proper time of night, run up the road a piece, and then back again, shouting as loud as he could, the Yankees are coming! The old negro entered heartily into the plan, and carried it out successfully At the darkest hour of the stormy night, the whole negro quarters poured into the house where the guards and their prisoner were sleeping, and the Yanks! the Yanks am a-coming! resounded from a dozen thoroughly frightened throats. Sauve qui peut, was the word, the rebels fled incontinently, and our heroine, flinging herself upon her horse, sped away on the road to Franklin. She had provided herself, somehow, with a pistol belonging to a wounded rebel soldier in a house where she had stopped; and pushing her way fearlessly along she reached and passed, with peculiar adroitness, five rebel pickets, but was finally foiled and obliged to turn back before the unswervable honesty of the last picket on the road, who would not al
Fannie A. Beers, Memories: a record of personal exeperience and adventure during four years of war., Part I. (search)
age, he seized the off-leader by the bridle, turning them back to a front position. While doing this, he distinctly heard the minie-balls crashing through the bones of the horses. They did not fall at once, however, and he had just gotten them to a front position, when a forcible blow upon the right shoulder, made by the enemy's color-bearer with the point of his staff, showed him that they were upon him. There was no time to say good-morning, so he beat a hasty retreat around his limber, Sauve que peut. He had scarcely commenced to run when he felt a heavy blow about the middle of his back. His thought was, Can that color-bearer have repeated his blow, or am I struck by a ball, which has deadened the sense of feeling? There being no flow of blood, however, he concluded he was not much hurt. After a run of forty yards he came to the dry bed of a stream between two hills. Here he paused to reconnoitre. The morning fog and the smoke of battle obscured the view, except close to
The Daily Dispatch: may 28, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 1 (search)
where all the officers of government, then at the capital were assembled. The king was seated on a gilded chair, as you have seen him, to all appearance in his usual good temper, when something was said by one present which irritated him. His majesty rose quickly from his chair, and disappeared at a door opening to a private department behind the throne. The council looked all aghast, not knowing what to think of it, but when he reappeared armed with a long spear, the panic was universal. Sauve qui peoul. We made a simultaneous rush to the wide flight of steps leading to the palace yard, like a hard of deer before a savage tiger; down the stairs we went pell-mell, tumbling over each other in our haste to escape, without respect to rank or station. His majesty made a furious rush at us, chased the flying crowd to the head of the flight of stairs, and then, quite forgetting in his frenzy who was the delinquent, launched his spear in the midst of us at venture. It passed my cheek, a