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Shenandoah (United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
through a number of little sleepy-looking villages of Maryland [see map, p. 124]. The next morning found us at Sandy Hook, about half a mile from Harper's Ferry; thence, after about three hours delay, we marched to a place opposite the promontory A sutler's tent. Based upon a War-time photograph. Harper's Ferry in 1862, from the North. Based upon a War-time photograph. on and around which is situated the picturesque village of Harper's Ferry, at the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers. It was cold at our camping-place, between the canal and the river. There were no rations awaiting our arrival, and we were suffering from the hunger so common to soldiers. Who ever saw one off duty who was not in pursuit of something to eat? We couldn't get anything for love or money. We had at last reached a place where the people showed some of the distress incident to war, and a strong disinclination to feed or believe in us. We were grieved, but it couldn't be helped. The
Manassas, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
ozing up around our rubber blankets, but making a soft bed withal, and we sleeping the dreamless sleep of tired men. I would be willing, occasionally, to make another such march, through the same mud, for such a sleep. At early daylight we fell in for rations of hot coffee and hard-tack. Immediately after, we took up our line of march, or, as Wad Rider expressed it, began to pull mud. With intervals of rest, we pulled mud until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when we halted near Manassas Junction. Who has not heard of the Quaker guns at Manassas? We met the logs mounted on wheels, around the fortifications of Manassas, and can assure you they were not so formidable as the mud. After thoroughly inspecting our enemies,--the logs,--we re-formed our ranks and took the back track for Washington. The rain soon began to fall, coming down literally in sheets; it ran down our backs in rivulets, and we should have run had we met the enemy about that time — that is, if the mud had p
Quaker (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
t making a soft bed withal, and we sleeping the dreamless sleep of tired men. I would be willing, occasionally, to make another such march, through the same mud, for such a sleep. At early daylight we fell in for rations of hot coffee and hard-tack. Immediately after, we took up our line of march, or, as Wad Rider expressed it, began to pull mud. With intervals of rest, we pulled mud until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when we halted near Manassas Junction. Who has not heard of the Quaker guns at Manassas? We met the logs mounted on wheels, around the fortifications of Manassas, and can assure you they were not so formidable as the mud. After thoroughly inspecting our enemies,--the logs,--we re-formed our ranks and took the back track for Washington. The rain soon began to fall, coming down literally in sheets; it ran down our backs in rivulets, and we should have run had we met the enemy about that time — that is, if the mud had permitted; for there is nothing which wil
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
rivate.-ii. Warren Lee Coss. Inspection. From a War-time sketch.While we were in camp at Washington in February, 1862, we were drilled to an extent which to the raw thinking soldier seemed unnect, framed in the routine of more ordinary scenes. The next day we were sent by rail back to Washington, and into camp upon our old grounds. A few mornings afterward an inspection was ordered. It roughly inspecting our enemies,--the logs,--we re-formed our ranks and took the back track for Washington. The rain soon began to fall, coming down literally in sheets; it ran down our backs in rivulr pursued the bubble reputation at the wooden cannon's mouth. We arrived at our old camp near Washington the following evening. Virginia mud has never been fully comprehended. To fully understandd. In the early spring of 1862, when the Army of the Potomac was getting ready to move from Washington, the constant drill and discipline, the brightening of arms and polishing of buttons, and the
Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
bout to move. The order in reality came at last, to the distress and dismay of the sutlers and the little German woman who kept the grocery round the corner. We left her disconsolate over the cakes, pies, and goodies which had been liberally purchased, but which were yet unpaid for when we fell into two ranks, were counted off, and marched to conquer the prejudices of other sutlers. We took the cars on February 25th and were hurried through a number of little sleepy-looking villages of Maryland [see map, p. 124]. The next morning found us at Sandy Hook, about half a mile from Harper's Ferry; thence, after about three hours delay, we marched to a place opposite the promontory A sutler's tent. Based upon a War-time photograph. Harper's Ferry in 1862, from the North. Based upon a War-time photograph. on and around which is situated the picturesque village of Harper's Ferry, at the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers. It was cold at our camping-place, between the c
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
on the other side of the Shenandoah told that the enemy's scouts were still there. Colonel Geary's men were engaged in driving them from the hills, preparatory to the advance of General Banks. During the day fifteen or twenty were captured and marched through the town, presenting a generally shabby and unmilitary appearance. They did not impress me, as they did afterward when charging on our lines, with their unmusical yell and dauntless front. The ruins of the burned armory of the United States were noticeable from the Maryland shore; also the masses of men moving in ceaseless tramp over the long and almost crescent-like bridge. The murmur of many voices, the mellow, abrupt call of the negro drivers to their mules, the glistening arms of the infantry reflected in the sunlight, the dull rumble of artillery wheels and baggage-wagons, live in memory to-day as one of the pictures of war's wrinkled front, framed in the routine of more ordinary scenes. The next day we were sent b
Cornfield Point (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
and were hurried through a number of little sleepy-looking villages of Maryland [see map, p. 124]. The next morning found us at Sandy Hook, about half a mile from Harper's Ferry; thence, after about three hours delay, we marched to a place opposite the promontory A sutler's tent. Based upon a War-time photograph. Harper's Ferry in 1862, from the North. Based upon a War-time photograph. on and around which is situated the picturesque village of Harper's Ferry, at the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers. It was cold at our camping-place, between the canal and the river. There were no rations awaiting our arrival, and we were suffering from the hunger so common to soldiers. Who ever saw one off duty who was not in pursuit of something to eat? We couldn't get anything for love or money. We had at last reached a place where the people showed some of the distress incident to war, and a strong disinclination to feed or believe in us. We were grieved, but it couldn't b
Sandy Hook, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
anks, were counted off, and marched to conquer the prejudices of other sutlers. We took the cars on February 25th and were hurried through a number of little sleepy-looking villages of Maryland [see map, p. 124]. The next morning found us at Sandy Hook, about half a mile from Harper's Ferry; thence, after about three hours delay, we marched to a place opposite the promontory A sutler's tent. Based upon a War-time photograph. Harper's Ferry in 1862, from the North. Based upon a War-time The bridge from the Maryland to the Virginia or Harper's Ferry shore had been destroyed by fire, leaving only the granite abutments (which were afterward built upon again), and we were soon set at work conveying some flat-bottomed scows from Sandy Hook to Harper's Ferry. As early as 9 o'clock about one hundred men came down opposite the ferry, just above the old bridge, and broke into little groups, in military precision. Four or five with spades and other implements improvised a wooden abu
Jefferson Rock (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
ulated the engineers on their success. This unassuming man was George B. McClellan, commander of the Army of the Potomac. It was on this boat-bridge that the army of General Banks crossed to the Virginia shore in 1862. Officers were not allowed to trot their horses; troops in crossing were given the order, Route step, as the oscillation of the cadence step or trotting horse is dangerous to the stability of a bridge of any kind. I crossed the bridge soon after it was laid, visited Jefferson Rock, the ruins of the burned armory, and the town in general. The occasional crack of a musket among the hills on the other side of the Shenandoah told that the enemy's scouts were still there. Colonel Geary's men were engaged in driving them from the hills, preparatory to the advance of General Banks. During the day fifteen or twenty were captured and marched through the town, presenting a generally shabby and unmilitary appearance. They did not impress me, as they did afterward when ch
Harper's Ferry (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.19
Maryland [see map, p. 124]. The next morning found us at Sandy Hook, about half a mile from Harper's Ferry; thence, after about three hours delay, we marched to a place opposite the promontory A sutler's tent. Based upon a War-time photograph. Harper's Ferry in 1862, from the North. Based upon a War-time photograph. on and around which is situated the picturesque village of Harper's Ferry,Harper's Ferry, at the confluence of the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers. It was cold at our camping-place, between the canal and the river. There were no rations awaiting our arrival, and we were suffering from the were grieved, but it couldn't be helped. The bridge from the Maryland to the Virginia or Harper's Ferry shore had been destroyed by fire, leaving only the granite abutments (which were afterward bn again), and we were soon set at work conveying some flat-bottomed scows from Sandy Hook to Harper's Ferry. As early as 9 o'clock about one hundred men came down opposite the ferry, just above the o
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