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L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Corporal Pike, scout and ranger. (search)
neral Custer, Colonel Miller, and General Logan, Pike and a brother scout, Charles A. Gray, were sent by direction of General Thomas to Augusta, Ga., to endeavor to sed, as he saw them through the gloom, and the next he made a spring directly at Gray's face. He was large and snow-white, and this made him the better target, and acome to them. They did so, and when completely surrounded, gave up their arms, Gray joking with them freely. No sooner were the arms delivered, than a part of the e the men on whom the retaliation would fall. He told them farther, that he and Gray belonged to different regiments, and that if they were hung, their regiments, whention of taking them to Salisbury, North Carolina, but on the way both escaped, Gray getting away first, and Pike the next night, February 18th, 1865, and after wandering about for two days, the latter found his way into the Union lines, where Gray had preceded him. He was most cordially received and fitted out in connection w
L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Part 2: daring enterprises of officers and men. (search)
it seemed like a flock of animals, actually taking no notice of mounted men and officers from our army, who wandered into the wide confusion of its retreat. Lieutenant Gray, Company D, First Rhode Island Artillery, galloped up to a retreating battery and ordered it to face about. I was told to go the rear as rapidly as possible, remonstrated the sergeant in command. You don't seem to know who I am, answered Gray. I am one of those d-d Yanks. Countermarch immediately! The battery was countermarched, and Gray was leading it off alone, when a squadron of our cavalry came up and made the capture a certainty. The victory was pushed, as Sheridan has pusGray was leading it off alone, when a squadron of our cavalry came up and made the capture a certainty. The victory was pushed, as Sheridan has pushed all his victories, to the utmost possible limit of success, the cavalry halting that night at Fisher's Hill, but starting again at dawn, and continuing the chase to Woodstock, sixteen miles from Middletown. It was a gay evening at our headquarters, although we were worn out with fatigue, and as chilled, starved, and shelter
L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Sheridan at Middletown. (search)
it seemed like a flock of animals, actually taking no notice of mounted men and officers from our army, who wandered into the wide confusion of its retreat. Lieutenant Gray, Company D, First Rhode Island Artillery, galloped up to a retreating battery and ordered it to face about. I was told to go the rear as rapidly as possible, remonstrated the sergeant in command. You don't seem to know who I am, answered Gray. I am one of those d-d Yanks. Countermarch immediately! The battery was countermarched, and Gray was leading it off alone, when a squadron of our cavalry came up and made the capture a certainty. The victory was pushed, as Sheridan has pusGray was leading it off alone, when a squadron of our cavalry came up and made the capture a certainty. The victory was pushed, as Sheridan has pushed all his victories, to the utmost possible limit of success, the cavalry halting that night at Fisher's Hill, but starting again at dawn, and continuing the chase to Woodstock, sixteen miles from Middletown. It was a gay evening at our headquarters, although we were worn out with fatigue, and as chilled, starved, and shelter