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Lynchburg (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.36
Captain John Holmes Smith's account. Lynchburg, Va., Feb. 4th and 5th. John Holmes Smith, formerly Captain of Company G (the Home Guard), of Lynchburg, Va., and part of the 11th Virginia Infantry, Kemper's Brigade, Pickett's Division, 1st Corps (Longstreet), C. S. A., commanded that company, and then the regiment for aLynchburg, Va., and part of the 11th Virginia Infantry, Kemper's Brigade, Pickett's Division, 1st Corps (Longstreet), C. S. A., commanded that company, and then the regiment for a time in the battle of Gettysburg. He says as follows, concerning that battle: The 11th Virginia Infantry arrived near Gettysburg, marching from Chambersburg on the afternoon of July 2d, 1863. Wehalted in sight of shells bursting in the front. Very early on the morning of the 3d July we formed in rear of the Confederate avening. Then we marched next morning for Winchester, reaching there in two days. I did not see my regiment in the campaign after the fight. In a few months my leg healed and I rejoined my regiment at Hanover Junction in the fall. The above is correct. Jno. Holmes Smith, Late Captain Company G, Home Guards, of Lynchburg, Va.
Franklin Mills, Portage County, Ohio (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.36
u hurt, Kent? for I knew he was hit. He answered: Shot through the leg. About the time we sent Big Foot Walker back for reinforcements, Blackeyed Williams, as we called him, a private of my company, cried to me: Look here, Captain, at the same time pulling up his shirt at the back and showing a cut where a bullet had a full mark about its depth in the flesh. Quite a number of the men on the hill top had been struck one way or another, and there were many nursing and tying up their wounds. Kent's leg had been fractured—the small bone—and he was captured. Before an advance I went several times to the crest where our artillery was planted, and could see the enemy in our front throwing up dirt on the line which we afterwards took. Just before the cannonade commenced Major James Downing rode along the line of guns in our immediate front, carrying a flag. Personal. I came away from Longstreet's headquarters after spending the night (after the battle in Captain Blackford's tent)
Chambersburg, Pa. (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.36
Captain John Holmes Smith's account. Lynchburg, Va., Feb. 4th and 5th. John Holmes Smith, formerly Captain of Company G (the Home Guard), of Lynchburg, Va., and part of the 11th Virginia Infantry, Kemper's Brigade, Pickett's Division, 1st Corps (Longstreet), C. S. A., commanded that company, and then the regiment for a time in the battle of Gettysburg. He says as follows, concerning that battle: The 11th Virginia Infantry arrived near Gettysburg, marching from Chambersburg on the afternoon of July 2d, 1863. Wehalted in sight of shells bursting in the front. Very early on the morning of the 3d July we formed in rear of the Confederate artillery near Spurgeon's woods, where we lay for many hours. I noticed on the early morning as we were taking positions the long shadows cast by the figures of the men, their legs appearing to lengthen immediately as the shadows fell. The 11th Virginia was the right regiment of Kemper's Brigade and of Pickett's Division. No notab
Edward Valentine (search for this): chapter 1.36
vent occurred in the morning, nor was there any firing of note near us that specially attracted my attention. Signal guns. About 1 o'clock there was the fire of signal guns, and there were outbursts of artillery on both sides. Our artillery on the immediate front of the regiment was on the crest of the ridge, and our infantry line was from one to 250 yards in rear of it. We suffered considerable loss before we moved. I had twenty-nine men in my company for duty that morning. Edward Valentine and two Jennings brothers (William Jennings) of my company were killed; De Witt Guy, sergeant, was wounded, and some of the men—a man now and a man then—were also struck and sent to the rear before we moved forward—I think about ten killed and wounded in that position. Company E, on my right, lost more seriously than Company G, and was larger in number. Longstreet's presence. Just before the artillery fire ceased General Longstreet rode in a walk between the artillery and the inf<
James Downing (search for this): chapter 1.36
wing a cut where a bullet had a full mark about its depth in the flesh. Quite a number of the men on the hill top had been struck one way or another, and there were many nursing and tying up their wounds. Kent's leg had been fractured—the small bone—and he was captured. Before an advance I went several times to the crest where our artillery was planted, and could see the enemy in our front throwing up dirt on the line which we afterwards took. Just before the cannonade commenced Major James Downing rode along the line of guns in our immediate front, carrying a flag. Personal. I came away from Longstreet's headquarters after spending the night (after the battle in Captain Blackford's tent) in a wagon with a long train of wagons that carried one to Williamsport, leaving about noon and traveling through the next night. Next morning we reached Williamsport. The town was attacked at several points, but not where I was. Captain William Early—or Lieutenant Early, as he was t<
Longstreet (search for this): chapter 1.36
Va., and part of the 11th Virginia Infantry, Kemper's Brigade, Pickett's Division, 1st Corps (Longstreet), C. S. A., commanded that company, and then the regiment for a time in the battle of Gettysbion. Company E, on my right, lost more seriously than Company G, and was larger in number. Longstreet's presence. Just before the artillery fire ceased General Longstreet rode in a walk betweenGeneral Longstreet rode in a walk between the artillery and the infantry, in front of the regiment toward the left and disappeared down the line. He was as quiet as an old farmer riding over his plantation on a Sunday morning, and looked neong the tent of a friend, Captain Charles M. Blackford, judge advocate of our Second Corps, at Longstreet's headquarters, and this was the last of the battle of Gettysburg time. I didn't hear of Lieuong the line of guns in our immediate front, carrying a flag. Personal. I came away from Longstreet's headquarters after spending the night (after the battle in Captain Blackford's tent) in a wa
Fry (search for this): chapter 1.36
er right or left, of the position we occupied. There were, as I thought at the time I viewed the situation, about three hundred men in the party with me, or maybe less. Adjutant H. V. Harris, of the regimental staff, was there dismounted. Captain Fry, Assistant Adjutant-General of General Kemper, was also there on foot, with a courier, who was a long-legged, big-footed fellow, whom we called Big Foot Walker, also afoot. Captain R. W. Douthat, of Company F, I also noticed, and there were ss in the field beyond us, and my heart never in my life sank as it did then. It was a grievous disappointment. Instantly men turned to each other with anxious inquiries what to do, and a number of officers grouped together in consultation, Captain Fry, Captain Douthat, Adjutant Harris, and myself, who are above noted, amongst them. No field officer appeared at this point that I could discover. We promptly decided to send a courier for reinforcements. No mounted man was there. Big Foot W
Isham Walker (search for this): chapter 1.36
there on foot, with a courier, who was a long-legged, big-footed fellow, whom we called Big Foot Walker, also afoot. Captain R. W. Douthat, of Company F, I also noticed, and there were some other regimental officers whom I cannot now recall. Big foot Walker. We thought our work was done, and that the day was over, for the last enemy in sight we had seen disappear over the hill in front; and We promptly decided to send a courier for reinforcements. No mounted man was there. Big Foot Walker was dispatched on that errand. Fearing some mishap to him, for shots from the artillery on our nothing to indicate that we would be assailed, we thus remained for fully twenty minutes after Walker had been sent for reinforcements—waited long after he had disappeared on his mission over the rient? for I knew he was hit. He answered: Shot through the leg. About the time we sent Big Foot Walker back for reinforcements, Blackeyed Williams, as we called him, a private of my company, cried to
Blackeyed Williams (search for this): chapter 1.36
t was shortly after the advance commenced. I, the Captain of Company G, was the only commissioned officer with the company that day. I may properly mention an incident or two. Wounded. Now the battery of the descending slope was advanced. Sergeant James R. Kent, of my company, suddenly plunged forward in a ditch, and I asked of him: How are you hurt, Kent? for I knew he was hit. He answered: Shot through the leg. About the time we sent Big Foot Walker back for reinforcements, Blackeyed Williams, as we called him, a private of my company, cried to me: Look here, Captain, at the same time pulling up his shirt at the back and showing a cut where a bullet had a full mark about its depth in the flesh. Quite a number of the men on the hill top had been struck one way or another, and there were many nursing and tying up their wounds. Kent's leg had been fractured—the small bone—and he was captured. Before an advance I went several times to the crest where our artillery was plan
R. E. Lee (search for this): chapter 1.36
nted. Captain Fry, Assistant Adjutant-General of General Kemper, was also there on foot, with a courier, who was a long-legged, big-footed fellow, whom we called Big Foot Walker, also afoot. Captain R. W. Douthat, of Company F, I also noticed, and there were some other regimental officers whom I cannot now recall. Big foot Walker. We thought our work was done, and that the day was over, for the last enemy in sight we had seen disappear over the hill in front; and I expected to see General Lee's army marching up to take possession of the field. As I looked over the work of our advance with this expectation, I could see nothing but dead and wounded men and horses in the field beyond us, and my heart never in my life sank as it did then. It was a grievous disappointment. Instantly men turned to each other with anxious inquiries what to do, and a number of officers grouped together in consultation, Captain Fry, Captain Douthat, Adjutant Harris, and myself, who are above noted
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