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Columbia, Tenn. (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
es were among them. We were relieved of our watches, our money, our knives, even our pocket-combs, by a chivalrous young officer of the guard. For seven months we officers lingered in Libby prison, and then for eight mouths more in Macon and Columbia. Most of the privates died in Andersonville. When I escaped at Columbia, fifteen months afterward, only sixteen of the sixty of my regiment who were captured with me on that day were alive. Of the nine of my own company (B) who were taken, onColumbia, fifteen months afterward, only sixteen of the sixty of my regiment who were captured with me on that day were alive. Of the nine of my own company (B) who were taken, only one besides myself was left to tell the tale.--S. H. M. B. Why do your caissons hurry so to the rear? I inquired of this gallant gentleman as I handed him my pocket-book. For ammunition, of course, was his prompt reply. And the cannon, Iventured further, noticing a dozen brass field-pieces being galloped off with; do they bring ammunition too? Fall in, was the quick answer. Guards, fall in: quick, quick! In five minutes, prisoners and guards, infantry, artillery, and wagons were on
Macon (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
homas. Once I glanced back and to the right. Glorious sight! The troops of Thomas were storming up the slopes of Missionary Ridge. In a hollow, back of the lines, I was mustered with others of my brigade who had been captured. Three of that night's messmates were among them. We were relieved of our watches, our money, our knives, even our pocket-combs, by a chivalrous young officer of the guard. For seven months we officers lingered in Libby prison, and then for eight mouths more in Macon and Columbia. Most of the privates died in Andersonville. When I escaped at Columbia, fifteen months afterward, only sixteen of the sixty of my regiment who were captured with me on that day were alive. Of the nine of my own company (B) who were taken, only one besides myself was left to tell the tale.--S. H. M. B. Why do your caissons hurry so to the rear? I inquired of this gallant gentleman as I handed him my pocket-book. For ammunition, of course, was his prompt reply. And the
Andersonville, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
only this, our brigade was rallying to charge again, and other brigades were climbing with them to the hill-top. Still more, Thomas was storming the center. In a moment I reflected that I was a prisoner, and horrible pictures of Libby and Andersonville flashed through my mind — and with them the presentiment of evil I had had the night before the assault. I took a blanket from one of my dead comrades lying near me, and at the point of the bayonet I was hurried on up the mountain, the fire r watches, our money, our knives, even our pocket-combs, by a chivalrous young officer of the guard. For seven months we officers lingered in Libby prison, and then for eight mouths more in Macon and Columbia. Most of the privates died in Andersonville. When I escaped at Columbia, fifteen months afterward, only sixteen of the sixty of my regiment who were captured with me on that day were alive. Of the nine of my own company (B) who were taken, only one besides myself was left to tell the
Vicksburg (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
e Army of the Tennessee, after a very short furlough, from my home in the West. How well I remember it-ten days of furlough out of four years of war! It was the only time in the whole four years that I slept in a bed. We had helped to capture Vicksburg after a hundred days siege, and felt entitled to a rest. My regiment, the 5th Iowa, had already marched 2000 miles in two years. But Rosecrans was in straits, Sherman was called for, and we made the forced march of four hundred miles from Mempyears from enlistment, half the men in the regiment had been killed, wounded, or disabled. We already had our third colonel. Numerous of our line officers had been promoted to higher posts. My own red sash had been given me under the guns of Vicksburg. Yes, we had seen fighting, but I had always been a believer in presentiments, and, somehow, something told me that I was doomed — that some calamity was in store for me. The critical situation and the vast consequences dependent on success
Missionary Ridge, Tenn. (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
r presence. Behind these pickets were the high hills known as Missionary Ridge, thoroughly intrenched and defended by a large rebel army, juse order to move over the dark river and assault the heights of Missionary Ridge. Midnight came — but we still lay quiet; 2 o'clock, and we renched behind another. These were the outlying hills between Missionary Ridge proper and the banks of the river. The real position was acroong we could hear the rebel field-batteries taking position on Missionary Ridge. For a hundred hours we had scarcely slept. The 25th of Noon the enemy. All the morning the hills and woods in front of Missionary Ridge resounded with the crash of musketry. The battle raged for ovus sight! The troops of Thomas were storming up the slopes of Missionary Ridge. In a hollow, back of the lines, I was mustered with others o artillery, and wagons were on the run pell-mell to the rear. Missionary Ridge had been taken. Twenty-five miles they marched us down the
Chattanooga (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
e Tennessee, after a very short furlough, from my home in the West. How well I remember it-ten days of furlough out of four years of war! It was the only time in the whole four years that I slept in a bed. We had helped to capture Vicksburg after a hundred days siege, and felt entitled to a rest. My regiment, the 5th Iowa, had already marched 2000 miles in two years. But Rosecrans was in straits, Sherman was called for, and we made the forced march of four hundred miles from Memphis to Chattanooga without a murmur. Our camp was a concealed one in which no fires or lights were permitted — no noises allowed. In the darkness of the previous night, the command had left bright fires burning in a wood, and had secretly marched to this hidden position. Close beside it, the broad and rapid waters of the Tennessee rolled off into the darkness. On the opposite bank, numbers of rebel pickets kept guard, ignorant of our presence. Behind these pickets were the high hills known as Mission
Quaker (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
relief, deceived and captured all but one. In half an hour we were up the opposite bank and creeping along through the thickets — a spade in one hand and a rifle in the other. What might happen any moment, we knew not. Where was the picket that had escaped? Why was not the whole rebel camp alarmed and upon us? Daylight came; but it found us two thousand strong, intrenched with rifle-pits a mile in length. What a sight for Bragg! Hand about, we worked and digged like beavers. An old Quaker came down to expostulate with us for ruining his farm by such digging. The scene was ludicrous, and the boys gave a derisive little cheer for Broad-brim. The noise drew upon us the shells from a hidden battery, and cost us two wounded men. It very nearly cost our friend his life, as an exploding shell left a hole within a yard of him, twice as broad as his big hat. Still we dug on at our rifle-pits. Other regiments were ferried across. By noon the pontoon-bridge was down behind us, an
Lookout Valley (Wisconsin, United States) (search for this): chapter 9.98
re they, and so protected behind rifle-pits, logs, and bowlders, that they could throw stones on the assaulting column and do almost as much harm with them as with bullets. More regiments were sent in to Corse, and the hand-to-hand assault was renewed till Corse himself was borne wounded from the field. Still his men fought on, retreating not a foot. Around to our left, General J. E. Smith's division was gradually getting possession of that part of the enemy's line, and far off across Lookout Valley, Hooker's men, in possession of the heights, were driving in the left flank of the rebel army. It was 2 o'clock when our division, my own regiment with it, was ordered to fix bayonets and join in the assault on the ridge. We had been concealed from the enemy all the forenoon by the edge of a wood; yet his constant shelling of this wood showed that he knew we were there. As the column came out upon the open ground, and in sight of the rebel batteries, their renewed and concentrated f
James Smith (search for this): chapter 9.98
eavy that a temporary halt was made. The enemy had the advantage of position and numbers everywhere. So close were they, and so protected behind rifle-pits, logs, and bowlders, that they could throw stones on the assaulting column and do almost as much harm with them as with bullets. More regiments were sent in to Corse, and the hand-to-hand assault was renewed till Corse himself was borne wounded from the field. Still his men fought on, retreating not a foot. Around to our left, General J. E. Smith's division was gradually getting possession of that part of the enemy's line, and far off across Lookout Valley, Hooker's men, in possession of the heights, were driving in the left flank of the rebel army. It was 2 o'clock when our division, my own regiment with it, was ordered to fix bayonets and join in the assault on the ridge. We had been concealed from the enemy all the forenoon by the edge of a wood; yet his constant shelling of this wood showed that he knew we were there.
U. S. Grant (search for this): chapter 9.98
orant of our presence. Behind these pickets were the high hills known as Missionary Ridge, thoroughly intrenched and defended by a large rebel army, just fresh from victory. In a little creek close by lay secreted 116 pontoons. What were they there for? The silence, the secrecy, the mystery of the scene, convinced us that there was work ahead — and that we had to do it. Before sundown two great soldiers had quietly been inspecting the little camp and the banks of the river. They were Grant and Sherman. Other officers, strangers to us, had come and looked at the pontoons in the creek, and a great wagon-load of boat-oars had been quietly placed beside them. We were at supper when the order came to row over the river and assault at midnight. I laid down my knife and fork, and stopped eating. A strange sensation came over me. Certainly I had been in dangerous places before. The regiment had a record for gallantry. The names of five battles were already inscribed upon its bann
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