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Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 5: (search)
Chapter 5: Opening of the summer campaign in Virginia. adventure at Verdiersville. the first cavalry. fight at Brandy Station. fight at Cunningham's Ford. heavy artillery. fight between the Hazel and Rappahannock rivers. passage of the latter, and march to Warrenton and Catlett's Station. artillery engagement. recrossing of the Rappahannock. fights at Waterloo Bridge. march to Salem and Bristow Station. capture of the large Federal supply-depots. fight at Manassas plai with the position of the enemy, the General ordered him to ride with us. The view from the summit of Clark's Mountain is indeed magnificent. On the right the eye ranges over the dark green of the immense forests which line the borders of the Rappahannock and Rapidan rivers for many miles, while in front stretches the vast fertile valley of Culpepper, engirdled in the remote landscape by the Blue Ridge, whose mountaintops, thickly wooded, afforded, in their dark-blue tint as we saw them, a love
Heros von Borcke, Memoirs of the Confederate War for Independence, Chapter 24: (search)
pants and to capture the town of Winchester. Ewell with his troops had already started in that direction some days before, and on the 15th the rest of our infantry began to move forward. Stuart was ordered to cover the movements of our army and protect its flank by marching on the Fauquier side of the Blue Ridge Mountains; and accordingly the morning of the 16th found us betimes en route, and in high glee at the thought of once more invading Yankeedom. Having crossed the Hazel and Rappahannock rivers, we marched on in the same line we had followed in our retreat of November ‘62, and at noon halted for an hour to feed our horses at the little town of Orleans, where General Stuart and his Staff made a point of visiting our old friend Mrs M., by whom we were received with her usual kindness and hospitality. Our march thence lay through the rich and beautiful county of Fauquier, which as yet showed but little signs of suffering from the war, and at dark we reached the Piedmont Statio