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Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 1,756 1,640 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events, Diary from December 17, 1860 - April 30, 1864 (ed. Frank Moore) 979 67 Browse Search
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Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume I. 449 3 Browse Search
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imilar to his own men,) replied, Hold up firing — you are fools — you are firing on Government troops, to which the captain of said troops replied: Surrender there, you Yankee----. Captain Gillingham replied he could not see the joke. Then, turning to Sergeant Long, Orderly of company B, and to Sergeant Burnham, ordered them to draw their sabres and follow him. A general conflict ensued, in which sabres and pistols were freely used, resulting in the wounding of Orderly Sergeant Long and Sergeant Zeagle, both of company B, who, with four other sergeants, were all taken prisoners. Captain Ned Gillingham and Sergeant Burnham effected their escape, the former having been wounded in the arm, and the latter in the hip, as well as having their horses shot. Obtaining horses on the road, they reached Washington about six o'clock P. M. Captain Gillingham is a man highly esteemed by both his officers and men, and was warmly welcomed back to camp, to which he returned the following da
nia militiamen, with their captains, colonels, and generals, who had assembled in the vicinity of John Brown's stronghold, not knowing the force that he really had, were completely nonplussed, and waited anxiously for the Government troops from Washington, who had been sent for. By three o'clock the following morning, sixty marines, under the immediate command of Lieutenant Green, but directed by Colonel Robert E. Lee, reached the Ferry by cars from the capital. Colonel Lee ordered his detaiped in--one man John Brown shot through the heart — and then was overpowered and surrendered. Colonel Washington, with other citizens, was released, and John Brown handed over to the civil authorities, after which Colonel Lee took the train to Washington again. And such is the historical episode which I listened to last night from a citizen who was himself a witness to it. Who knows how much it may have influenced Robert E. Lee to forsake the flag of the United States and become a chieftain
Specimens of Southern Literature. --There are some signs that the South --meaning by that the slave-drivers and woman-whippers, who so long claimed this name for themselves — will presently have something of a literature of its own. The Parisians have just been edified with a work on The condition of the confederate States, by one Charles Girard, formerly Secretary of the Smithsonian Institute, Washington. To give his book an apparent importance and character, Dr. Girard has addressed it, as a memoir or report, to the Emperor Napoleon, though it nowhere appears that he was commissioned or requested to make any report of any kind to the Emperor. The value of this writer's report may be gathered from the following remarkable incident which he relates: I one evening, at General Cooper's, heard the Governor of North-Carolina tell how, in their numerous incursions into his State, the enemy carried off, by force, whole families of negroes; that on several occasions, being surr
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), The drummer-boy of the Eighth Michigan infantry. (search)
toriety for his skilful handling of the drumsticks. If I can go to the war with my drum, and thus take the place of a man who can handle a musket, was Charlie's persistent plea, I think it is my duty to go, especially as you, mother, do not greatly need me at home. So, reluctantly, the poor mother, who had surrendered her husband, consented that her boy should join the Eighth Michigan infantry. The regiment was ordered to Port Royal, and on their way thither, Charlie met his father in Washington. As they were returning from the Navy-yard where they had been for their arms, he saw his father a little way off, and forgetting military rule, he broke from the ranks, and with child-like joy ran to his father's arms. It was their last earthly meeting, as the November following Mr. Gardner died of typhoid fever at Alexandria. Charlie's letters to his mother after this bereavement, written from Port Royal, are exceedingly touching, and remarkably thoughtful for a boy not yet fourteen.
hildren shall be free.” And fine old Uncle Samuel He took the flag from him, And spread it on a long pine pole, And prayed and sung a hymn-- A pious man was Uncle Sam Back fifty years and more; The flag should fly till judgment-day, So, by the Lord, he swore! And well he kept that solemn oath; He kept it well, and more: The thirteen stars first on the flag Soon grew to thirty-four; And every star bespoke a State, Each State an empire won: No brighter were the stars of night Than those of Washington. Beneath that flag two brothers dwelt; To both 'twas very dear; The name of one was Puritan, The other Cavalier. “Go build ye towns,” said Uncle Sam Unto those brothers dear; “Build anywhere, for in the world You've none but God to fear.” “I'll to the South,” said Cavalier, “I'll to the South,” said he; “And I'll to the North,” said Puritan-- “The North's the land for me.” Each took a flag, each left a tear To good old Uncle Sam; He kissed the boys, he kissed the
and found the General sitting in his tent smoking and talking to one of his staff-officers. The stranger approached the chieftain, and inquired of him as follows: General, if you flank Lee and get between him and Richmond, will you not uncover Washington, and leave it a prey to the enemy? General Grant, discharging a cloud of smoke from his mouth, indifferently replied: Yes, I reckon so. The stranger, encouraged by a reply, propounded question number two: General, do you not think Lee can detby his success, the stranger propounded question number three, as follows: General, is there not dancer that Johnston may come up and reinforce Lee, so that the latter will swing round and cut off your conmunications, and seize your supplies? Very likely, was L the cool reply of the General, and he knocked the ashes from the end of his cigar. The stranger, horrified at the awful fate about to befall General Grant and his army, made his exit, and hastened to Washington to communicate the news.
ndled the, flame? Ye sons of Columbia, your rigor surrender, The sun of your glory descends into night; Your grandsires, who bled for your freedom and splendor, In union combined ye — then why do ye fight? Your maidens are sighing amidst their devotion, For loved ones laid low in the flower of their bloom; Hearts that responded each tender emotion Lie silent and cold in the warrior's tomb. The daisies may wave where the pale lips were parted, In hateful reproach, or in anguish to pray; And spirits unfettered their prison deserted, Surveyed them with horror, and fled in dismay. Be still, little baby, your mother is weeping-- In secret she whispers the name of her dear, Your father, so young and so noble, is sleeping-- The wail of his darling falls dead on his ear. Oh! when shall Columbia her freedom inherit, And peace, like an angel, descend with a smile; Or fate send a hero, with Washington's merit, To stay the red surge that overwhelms the soil? --From Glasgow (Scotland) Penny Post
ponse. By the Peninsula? continued the querist. No, replied the General. If I had charge of the matter, I would want two large armies; one to move directly on Lee, and the other to land at City Point, and cut communications to the southward. Lee would be then compelled to fall back, and the army from the North could press, and, if possible, defeat him. If he would open up communications again with the Cotton States, he must fight the army south of the James; and to do this, he must cross his whole force, otherwise he could be defeated in detail. If he did so cross, the Northern army could take Richmond; if he did not, that from the South could move up the heights south of the James, and shell and destroy the city. I communicated this fact to two confidential friends the day Grant was first called to Washington, and now for the first time make it public. At the time the remarks were made, the General had no thought of to being called to the position he now occupies.
Rosecrans to Halleck.--The following letter explains itself: headquarters Department of the Cumberland, Murfrefsboro, Tenn., March 6, 1863. Major-General H. W. Halleck, General-in-Chief U. S. A., Washington, D. C.: General: Yours of the first instant, announcing the offer of a vacant Major-Generalship to the General in the field who first wins an important and decisive victory, is received. As an officer and a citizen, I feel degraded at such an auctioneering of honor. Have we a General who would fight for his own personal benefit, when he would not for honor and his country? He will come by his commission basely in that case, and deserves to be despised by men of honor. But are all the brave and honorable generals on an equality as to chances? If not, it is unjust to those who probably deserve most. W, S. Rosecrans, Major-General.