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Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War: Volume 2., chapter 5.21 (search)
g Bethel. Before our arrival it had evidently been occupied as officers' barracks for the enemy, and looked very little like a church. I visited one of the dwelling-houses just outside the fortifications (if the insignificant rifle-pits could be called such) for the purpose of obtaining something more palatable than hard-tack, salt beef, or pork, which, with coffee, comprised the marching rations. The woman of the house was communicative and expressed her surprise at the great number of Yanks who had come down to invade our soil. She said she had a son in the Confederate army, or, as she expressed it, in our army, and then tearfully said she should tremble for her boy every time she heard of a battle. I expressed the opinion that we should go into Richmond without much fighting . No! said she, with the emphasis of conviction, you all will drink hot blood before you all get thar! While wandering about, I came to the house of a Mrs. T____, whose husband was said to be a capta
Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War: Volume 2., Richmond scenes in 1862. (search)
as imagination could give to the facts. I remember they told us of shot thrown from the enemy's batteries, that plowed their way through lines of flesh and blood before exploding in showers of musket-balls to do still further havoc. Before these awful missiles, it was said, our men had fallen in swaths, the living closing over them to press forward in the charge. It was at the end of one of these narrations that a piping voice came from a pallet in the corner: They fit right smart, them Yanks did, I tell you! and not to laugh was as much of an effort as it had just been not to cry. From one scene of death and suffering to another we passed during those days of June. Under a withering heat that made the hours preceding dawn the only ones of the twenty-four endurable in point of temperature, and a shower-bath the only form of diversion we had time or thought to indulge in, to go out-of-doors was sometimes worse than remaining in our wards. But one night after several of us had