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John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Beauregard. (search)
off, awaiting an advance of his right wing and centre on the Federal rear at Centreville, ordered hours before. The order miscarried, and the advance was not made; on the outpost. It was at Camp Qui-Vive, the headquarters of Stuart, beyond Centreville, and in December, 1861. He came to dine and ride out on the lines to inspec of General Stuart; and as she was then upon a visit to the neighbourhood of Centreville, she was invited by the gay cavalier to dine with Beauregard, and afterwardsleft at Manassas, and did he disregard it, depending on his great assault at Centreville? Did he, or did he not, counsel an advance upon Washington after the battle the camps, which caused a great concourse of soldiers to follow him through Centreville and far upon his road, shouting Good-by, General! --God bless you, General! prayer which came in conflict with the good of the public service. When at Centreville, in the fall of 1861, he expected daily an advance of McClellan. One mornin
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Mosby. (search)
icitude, a strong body of infantry, cavalry, and artillery, was posted in the neighbourhood of Fairfax Court-House and Centreville. Colonel Wyndham was in command of the cavalry, and Acting Brigadier-General Stoughton, a young officer from West Poithe neighbourhood to ascertain the force there. They brought word that a strong body of infantry and artillery was at Centreville; Colonel Wyndham's brigade of cavalry at Germantown, a mile from Fairfax; and toward the railroad station another briger turnpike; but fearing Wyndham's cavalry, obliqued to the right, and took to the woods skirting the Warrenton road. Centreville was thus, with its garrison, on his right and rear, Germantown on his left, and Fairfax, winged with infantry camps, i steps, passing over the very same ground, and stealing along about down under the muzzles of the guns in the works at Centreville, so close that the sentinel hailed the party, swam Cub Run, struck southward, and at sunrise was safe beyond pursuit.
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Farley the scout (search)
entioned this affair afterwards in an interview with General Stuart, and spoke in warm terms of the courage which led Farley to undertake so desperate an adventure. Released from prison, Farley hastened back to his old stamping ground around Centreville, reaching that place in the winter of 1861. He speedily received the most flattering proposals from some eminent officers who were going to the South-west; but chancing to meet General Stuart, that officer took violent possession of him, and s, and answered earnestly and with emphasis, I believe I could. Thus permanently attached as volunteer aide to General Stuart, Farley thereafter took part in all the movements of the cavalry. He was with them in that hot falling back from Centreville, in March, 1862; in the combats of the Peninsula, where, at Williamsburg, he led a regiment of infantry in the assault; in the battles of Cold Harbour and Malvern Hill, at the second Manassas, Sharpsburg, Fredericksburg, and the scores of mino
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Stuart on the outpost: a scene at camp Qui Vive (search)
at epoch full of such varied and passionate emotions. Manassas! Centreville! Fairfax! Vienna!-what memories do those names excite in the heand of special attraction were the little villages, sleeping like Centreville in the hollow of green hills, or perched like Fairfax on the sumars 1861, when Johnston and Beauregard were holding the lines of Centreville against McClellan; and when Stuart, that pearl of cavaliers, wasthe front, which he guarded with his cavalry. In their camps at Centreville, the infantry and artillery of the army quietly enjoyed the bad ouse known as Mellen's, but officially as Camp Qui Vive, between Centreville and Fairfax Court-House. It was a day of December; the sun sd confined. Stuart could not release them; he must send them to Centreville, by standing order from General Johnston, and thither they were him since the preceding evening. I accompanied the ladies to Centreville, and they did not utter a single unfriendly word upon the way in
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., A deserter. (search)
irring than his own. It was on the morning of August 3 I, 1862, on the Warrenton road, in a little skirt of pines, near Cub Run bridge, between Manassas and Centreville. General Pope, who previously had only seen the backs of his enemies, had been cut to pieces. The battle-ground which had witnessed the defeat of Scott and Mcg traces of the bloody conflict; and as the column went on across Bull Run, following the enemy on their main line of retreat over the road from Stonebridge to Centreville, the evidences of demoralization and defeat crowded still more vividly upon the eye. Guns, haversacks, oil-cloths, knapsacks, abandoned cannon and broken-down w such philosophic coolness. The cavalry, headed by General Stuart, pushed on, and we were now nearly at Cub Run bridge. The main body of the enemy had reached Centreville during the preceding night, and we could see their white tents in the distance; but a strong rearguard of cavalry and artillery had been left near the bridge, a
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., How I was arrested (search)
s, which were on the Warrenton road, between Fairfax and Centreville. I travelled in a light one-horse vehicle, an unusua view of things, and suffered me to continue the road to Centreville. Toward that place, accordingly, I proceeded, over tully set in by the time I reached Meacham's, a mile from Centreville; and I then remembered for the first time that general ore was the inexorable order; and some method of flanking Centreville must be devised. The method presented itself in a ro Warrenton turnpike which I desired to reach by flanking Centreville, and cutting off the angle-and lo! with a cheerful hearounded fears that the enemy designed a flank movement on Centreville, up this very road, either to attack Johnston and Beaurebrain! I had missed the road which cut off the angle at Centreville, had taken a wrong one in the dark, and been travelling n road. I intended to take the short cut to the left of Centreville. You have come three or four miles out of the way.
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Mosby's raid into Fairfax. (search)
, about two miles off, an infantry brigade was encamped. And at Centreville there was another infantry brigade, with cavalry and artillery. the right, he crossed the Frying Pan road about half-way between Centreville and the turnpike, keeping in the woods, and leaving Centreville Centreville well to the right. He was now advancing in the triangle which is made by the Little River and Warrenton turnpikes and the Frying Pan road. his little band finally struck into the Warrenton road, between Centreville and Fairfax, at a point about midway between the two places. Onry on the Little River road, or discovery by the force posted at Centreville. That place was now in their rearthey had snaked around it and the belt of woods which crosses the road about half a mile from Centreville. At this point of the march, one of the prisoners, Captain Barkrenton turnpike at Groveton. He had passed through all his enemies, flanked Centreville, was on the open road to the South: he was safe!
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., chapter 3.31 (search)
when the performance of this band impressed me was in August, 1861, when through the camps at Centreville ran a rumour, blown upon the wind, which rumour taking to itself a voice, said- The Prince is coming! All at once there appeared upon the summit of the hill, west of Centreville, a common hack, which stopped not far from where I was standing, and around this vehicle there gathered in t tree whose boughs had nearly overspread a continent. Soon afterwards the forces then at Centreville were drawn up for review — the infantry ranged across the valley east and west; the artillery feature of the occasion! It was not Napoleon I. who reviewed the forces of Beauregard at Centreville; but it was a human being astonishingly like him. And if Prince Jerome ever sees this page, aband of the First Virginia, playing the Mocking bird and the Happy land of Dixie. Fairfax, Centreville, Leesburg! Seldom does the present writer recall the first two names without remembering the
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., chapter 3.33 (search)
tragic pathos that the present historian was gone. He was truly gone when the enemy arrived-gone from that redoubt and destined to be hungry and outflanked at Centreville. The Revolutionnaires had but an insignificant part in the great battle of Manassas. The little General intended them to bear the brunt, and placed them inrashed down; but the blue infantry did not charge the breastworks. Then Beauregard resolved to advance himself with the Revolutionnaires and Bonham straight on Centreville, and sent the order --but it never arrived. Thus the Third was cheated of the glory which they would have won in this great movement; and despite the shells whwas worthy of high commendation. Soon the order came to move; they hung their knapsacks with energy upon the guns, for the horses to pull, and thus returned to Centreville, where they were ordered to join the hardfighting Colonel Evans at Leesburg. At the name of Leesburg, every heart of the Noble third still beating, will bea
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Blunderbus on picket. (search)
ever. At sunrise a gentleman on a white horse passed by at a gallop, with the cheerful words: Gentlemen, the enemy are upon you! and the cannoners were ranged at the gun, with the infantry support disposed upon the flanks. All was ready, the piece loaded, the lanyard-hook passed through the ring of the primer, and the sharpshooters of the enemy had appeared on the edge of the woods, when they sent us an order to retire. We accordingly retired, and continued to retire until we reached Centreville, halting on the hill there. We were posted in battery there, and lay down-very hungry. A cracker I had borrowed did not allay hunger; and had a dozen Yankees been drawn up between me and a hot supper, I should have charged them with the spirit of Winkelreid, when he swept the Austrian spears in his embrace, and made a gap for liberty. We did not fight there, however; we were only carrying out General Beauregard's plan for drawing on the enemy to Bull Run, where he was ready for them.
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