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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 43 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 290 (search)
A Chapter of Rebel Outrages.--The deeds of Zollicoffer's hordes are as atrocious as any committed by the rebellious Sikhs in the British Indian war, and Nena Sahib is an angel of light and mercy compared to the confederate ruffians.
In proof that this assertion is no exaggeration, Mr. W. M. Green, who was compelled to leave Jamestown, Russell County, and take refuge at Columbia, writes to us from the latter place that the counties of Clinton, Wayne, and Russell are completely overrun by the confederates.
Their force consists of eleven regiments of infantry and about one thousand five hundred cavalry, with eight pieces of cannon, two of which are rifled twelve-pounders.
The cavalry are ranging over the country, shooting down citizens or taking them prisoners, and taking possession of all the horses, cattle, hogs, and bedclothes.
In some instances they have compelled Union men to pull off their coats and boots, that they might appropriate them.
They have taken fourteen citize
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 300 (search)
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the Defenders. by Thomas Buchanan Read. Our flag on the land and our flag on the ocean, An angel of peace wheresoever it goes-- Nobly sustained by Columbia's devotion. The angel of death it shall be to our foes! True to its native sky Still shall the eagle fly, Casting his sentinel glances afar-- Though bearing the olive branch, Still in his talons staunch Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war!
Hark to the sound!
there's a foe on our border-- A foe striding on to the gulf of his doom-- Freemen are rising and marching in order, Leaving the plough, and the anvil and loom. Rust dims the harvest sheen Of scythe and sickle keen, The axe sleeps in peace by the tree it would mar, Veteran and youth are out, Swelling the battle-shout, Grasping the bolts of the thunders of war. Our brave mountain-eagles swoop from the eyrie, Our little panthers leap from forest and plain; Out of the West flash the flames of the prairie, Out of the East roll the waves of the main. Down from their
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 327 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 341 (search)
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 350 (search)