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L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion 45 3 Browse Search
Edward Porter Alexander, Military memoirs of a Confederate: a critical narrative 44 0 Browse Search
Colonel William Preston Johnston, The Life of General Albert Sidney Johnston : His Service in the Armies of the United States, the Republic of Texas, and the Confederate States. 41 5 Browse Search
Comte de Paris, History of the Civil War in America. Vol. 2. (ed. Henry Coppee , LL.D.) 36 0 Browse Search
Adam Badeau, Military history of Ulysses S. Grant from April 1861 to April 1865. Volume 1 29 1 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: September 19, 1864., [Electronic resource] 16 16 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: July 7, 1864., [Electronic resource] 14 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: July 13, 1863., [Electronic resource] 14 0 Browse Search
Edward H. Savage, author of Police Recollections; Or Boston by Daylight and Gas-Light ., Boston events: a brief mention and the date of more than 5,000 events that transpired in Boston from 1630 to 1880, covering a period of 250 years, together with other occurrences of interest, arranged in alphabetical order 12 0 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 2: Two Years of Grim War. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 12 2 Browse Search
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L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, Pauline Cushman, the celebrated Union spy and scout of the Army of the Cumberland. (search)
g her life in solemn and terrible earnestness for her country's good. She was, at that time, playing at Mozart Hall, or Wood's theatre, in Louisville, Ky., then the headquarters of the rebel sympathizers of the southwest; and, although under Union a most virulent secessionist. Before she had left the theatre, the guards arrived to arrest her; but-out of respect to Mr. Wood, the proprietor of the theatre — they were deterred from actually executing their errand, and it was arranged that she new theatre of Nashville, Tenn., arrived at Louisville, engaged in looking up a good company of actors, and meeting with Mr. Wood of the Louisville theatre, was recommended to secure Miss Cushman. She is a good looking woman, and an accomplished act can only keep her out of the provost-marshal's hands, you will make a good thing, for she will be popular at once, said Mr. Wood. So the proposition was made to Pauline, and, after advising with the military authorities, under whose guidance she wa
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)
n. His horse went down in the melee; but little Wood, the bugler of Company G, sprang down, and gave in getting away his arms before help came. As Wood still went after a horse another fellow rode atle fight. When I got up to the battery I found Wood there. He sang out to me to wait, and he wouldmen, who had just taken one, was going past, so Wood stopped him and got it for me. Just at that can touch it with your hand. The divisions of Wood and Sheridan are wading breast deep in the vall, and converged their fire down upon Baird, and Wood, and Sheridan. It was rifles and musketry; it had already set forth without it. Stout-hearted Wood, the iron-gray veteran, is rallying on his men;comes again, and the Vs move on. At the left of Wood, three regiments of Baird-Turchin, the Russian nest as the blood that reddened all the route. Wood uttered words that rang like Napoleon's, and Sh, and he honors the roll. A little German in Wood's Division is pierced like the lid of a pepper-
L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, The cavalry fight at Brandy station. (search)
ghting men. I saw Broderick ride in with a cheer, and open a way for the men. His horse went down in the melee; but little Wood, the bugler of Company G, sprang down, and gave him his animal, setting off himself to catch another. A rebel rode at the bugler, and succeeded in getting away his arms before help came. As Wood still went after a horse another fellow rode at him. The boy happened at that moment to see a carbine, where it had been dropped after firing. He picked up the empty weapoh my pistol, and shooting others. Nobody managed to hit me through the whole fight. When I got up to the battery I found Wood there. He sang out to me to wait, and he would get me a horse. One of the men, who had just taken one, was going past, so Wood stopped him and got it for me. Just at that moment White's Battalion and some other troops came charging at the battery. The squadron of the First Maryland, who were supporting it, met the charge well as far as their numbers went; but were
L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion, The capture of Mission Ridge. (search)
tinct; it is fairly palpable; you can touch it with your hand. The divisions of Wood and Sheridan are wading breast deep in the valley of death. I never can tell t, opened like the fan of Lucifer, and converged their fire down upon Baird, and Wood, and Sheridan. It was rifles and musketry; it was grape and canister; it was shalong the line. But the advance had already set forth without it. Stout-hearted Wood, the iron-gray veteran, is rallying on his men; stormy Turchin is delivering brais immortal-thank God!-and up it comes again, and the Vs move on. At the left of Wood, three regiments of Baird-Turchin, the Russian thunderbolt, is there-hurl themse cheeks were wet with tears as honest as the blood that reddened all the route. Wood uttered words that rang like Napoleon's, and Sheridan, the rowels at his horse'sficer, straight up from the ranks, and he honors the roll. A little German in Wood's Division is pierced like the lid of a pepper-box, but he is neither dead nor w