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J. D. Webster (search for this): chapter 63
rs of cavalry charges, and the abiding place of Captain Varian's battery, which did not fight at Bull Run. But there is here an excitement more immediate than even these lively remembrances. A turn in the road reveals the once welcome house of Webster, the wholesale entertainer of Union regiments, the hearty loyalist in the midst of the perilous contaminations which surrounded him. Webster's house was, eight weeks ago, the surest haven for traveller or soldier, and now it is not only deserted, but the place is at the point of destruction. Some reckless and wicked stragglers from our troops have penetrated every dwelling place they could find unoccupied, and set fire to each one. Even Webster's has not escaped. Smoke and flame are pouring out of every door and window. We must make at least an effort to save it. My companion runs into the first floor, and sweeps out piles of blazing straw. Only one room has been seriously damaged; the others are merely scorched and stained with
John Bailey (search for this): chapter 63
acis — nothing, in fact, to give it the character of a fortification of any kind. It is not even regular in form, but coils loosely and waveringly about the ground, as a huge snake might enfold it. In every respect it looks a squirmy piece of work. There are no embrasures for guns, but upon two of its projections are mounted — what! guns? No, indeed, but old logs, with a black circle painted in the centre of the sawed part to represent a formidable armament. At such a distance as that of Bailey's Roads, the deception might very easily have remained undetected. In the middle of this wretched fort, the remains of a hastily-constructed hut still stood; but, with the exception of a few tress, it contained nothing else. Behind it, on the slope of the hill, were a group of irregular shanties, thrown together for the protection of troops. Their number was sufficient for the accommodation of about one regiment, certainly not more. A considerable quantity of straw, and a few forgotten r
W. B. Harrison (search for this): chapter 63
such serious designation) are the cross-roads where the Connecticut regiments under General Tyler were formerly encamped. It is pleasant to recognize so familiar a place after having so long been impeded in the approach to it. Your correspondent was once taken into custody here by the Connecticut men, after a long ride near the Confederate lines, upon suspicion of being a rebel spy, so he naturally retains touching remembrances of the locality. Just beyond is the old camping ground of Captain Harrison and Lieutenant Tompkins, famed leaders of cavalry charges, and the abiding place of Captain Varian's battery, which did not fight at Bull Run. But there is here an excitement more immediate than even these lively remembrances. A turn in the road reveals the once welcome house of Webster, the wholesale entertainer of Union regiments, the hearty loyalist in the midst of the perilous contaminations which surrounded him. Webster's house was, eight weeks ago, the surest haven for traveller
Varian (search for this): chapter 63
re formerly encamped. It is pleasant to recognize so familiar a place after having so long been impeded in the approach to it. Your correspondent was once taken into custody here by the Connecticut men, after a long ride near the Confederate lines, upon suspicion of being a rebel spy, so he naturally retains touching remembrances of the locality. Just beyond is the old camping ground of Captain Harrison and Lieutenant Tompkins, famed leaders of cavalry charges, and the abiding place of Captain Varian's battery, which did not fight at Bull Run. But there is here an excitement more immediate than even these lively remembrances. A turn in the road reveals the once welcome house of Webster, the wholesale entertainer of Union regiments, the hearty loyalist in the midst of the perilous contaminations which surrounded him. Webster's house was, eight weeks ago, the surest haven for traveller or soldier, and now it is not only deserted, but the place is at the point of destruction. Some re
W. H. Terry (search for this): chapter 63
the somewhat empty honor of first planting itself within the earth work, but I believe it must have been the Fifth Michigan, which, I am sure, would have been even more eager than it was, had the honors been more hazardous to attain and more noble to enjoy. But I have heard it loudly claimed by members of about ten different regiments, always with a circumstantial positiveness that does credit to their inventive heads, rather than their elastic veracity. Certainly, the Fifth Michigan, Colonel Terry, hold the Hill now, and I make no doubt that they first seized it. They, together with the New York Thirty-fifth, have been kept alert since the occupation, lest some adroit effort at resumption should be attempted by the enemy. At the time I passed up the hill, the road was filled with troops passing and repassing, and with curious visitors, seeking for stray tokens of the absent, but not forgotten, Virginians. The little valley which separated the lines of the pickets was undergoin
September 29th (search for this): chapter 63
Doc. 61. evacuation of Munson's Hill, Va. A correspondent of the New York Tribune, writes, September 29th, the following account of the appearance of the rebel lines after the evacuation: I rode over this morning directly to Munson's Hill, from the recent post of observation, Bailey's Cross Roads. The appearance of the surrounding country had vastly changed since my last previous visit, only twenty-four hours earlier. Then the fields were, to all appearance, clear of human presence, and the only tokens of life were given by the sharp ringing of the rifle-bullets here and there — oftener tokens of death. The pickets held their lines, and our two little companies of infantry were grouped about the sheltered portions of the Cross Roads. There was not a sign of any sudden change. Toward afternoon, I am informed, the rebel pickets were seen retiring. Their flag tumbled from the perch, and even the slight activity which the Virginia regiments had been accustomed to show was tot
October 1st, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 63
no words can explain the utter absurdity of these long-talked — of fortifications as they now appear, without plan and entirely void. There are miserable remains of a camp at Mason's — a few boards, great piles of straw, and a hideous stencil, the traces which always mark a deserted Virginian position. The huts have been set on fire, and were burning all Sunday, but Mason's house is yet untouched. The Columbia turnpike is held by the Twenty-first New York regiment, which captures cattle and feasts off them, and sometimes trifles with the younger and fairer inhabitants along the way. Numbers of other regiments are disposed about, but there seems to be no means of definitely ascertaining their numbers and designations. At present they bivouac, and may either advance or establish themselves at any moment. We are all kept in the dark as to the future, except that we know our movements depend, for the moment, exclusively upon those of the enemy. --N. Y. Tribune, Oct. 1, 1861
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