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Thomas C. DeLeon, Four years in Rebel capitals: an inside view of life in the southern confederacy, from birth to death. 8 4 Browse Search
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d so bravely and so readily that none of her sisters might doubt the mettle she was made of. Her record is written from Bethel to Appomattox, in letters so bright that time can not dim, or conquest tarnish, them. Through South Carolina and Georgia, men seemed more awake to the greatness of the change and to the imminence of its results. Inland Georgia, especially, showed keener and shrewder. Questions were more to the point; and many a quick retort was popped through the car windows at Staple's wonderful inventions. A strongly asseverated wish to do something, and that at the earliest moment, was generally clinched by a bouncing oath; but where, or how, that something was to be done was never even hinted. Briefly, Georgia seemed more anxious for preparation than her neighbors; withal she was equally far from preparation. It were manifestly unfair to judge the status of a whole people by glimpses from a railway carriage. But from that point of view, the earliest hours of revo
ter — Good day-See you at seven. And it was only over the perfect claret, at the emphasized hour, that we discovered Mr. Staple to be a man of fine mind and extensive culture, a hearty sympathizer in the rebellion-into which he would have thrown h best known and richest house in the South-west, until in the crash of 1837 it threatened to topple down forever. Then Mr. Staple came forward with his great credit and large amount of spare capital, saved the house and went into it himself; while Mwas promoted, for fidelity in the trying times, to a small partnership. Like all the heavy cotton men of the South, Mr. Staple believed firmly that cotton was king, and that the first steamer into a southern port would bring a French and British put all it possesses into the belief that they can not prove so blind! Like most of the wealthy men in New Orleans, Mr. Staple had a charmingly located villa a mile from the lake and drove out every evening, after business hours, to pass the nigh
well-remembered porch, where all that was brightest and gayest of Richmond's youth had passed many happy hours. There was Styles Staple; his joyous face clouded now, his glib tongue mute — with two weeping girls clinging to his hands. Solemnly he bent down; pressed his lips to each pure forehead, in a kiss that was a sacrament-threw himself into their mother's arms, as she had been his own as well; then, with a wrench, broke away and hurled himself into saddle. There was a black frown on Staple's face, as he rode up by me; and I heard a soundpart sob; more heart-deep oath-tear out of his throat. If the Recording Angel caught it, too, I dare swear there was no record against him for it, when-thirty hours later-he answered to his name before the Great Roll-Call! For no more knightly lips will ever press those pure brows; no more loyal soul went to its rest, out of that dire retreat. Two hours after midnight, all was ready; and all was still, save the muffled roll of distant wag
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 22. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.26 (search)
's, and McCausland's, now numbering 2,000 men, and his infantry, with Vaughan's dismounted cavalry, numbered 10,000. Breckinridge was now put in command of his own division and that of Gordon, while Early kept immediate charge of Rode's division and Ransom's cavalry. On the 28th of June this force started up the Valley; July 3d was at Winchester; July 4th at Shepherdstown; July 6th it drove the enemy into his works at Harper's Ferry and Maryland Heights. This force under Generals Sigel, Staple, and Webber, was fully 6,000 strong, and leaving it in his rear, Early passed swiftly on through the gaps of the South mountain, and on the 9th confronted General Lew Wallace, strongly posted with General Tyler's troops from Baltimore and Rickett's Division of the Sixth Corps, on the banks of the Monocacy, between six and seven thousand strong. Right at this force Early hurled his men, and after a fierce, decisive fight that reddened the river for a hundred yards with blood, he drove it