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Spanish Fort (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
f all the church bells and the bands playing the dead march. It was a funeral that befitted a hero who had died for his country. Very different was it later on. In the spring of 1865, I was in Mobile. The enemy were pressing the siege at Spanish Fort, across the Bay the booming of cannon being heard above all the noise of the city. I was attending service at Trinity Church, Mobile, for while the men were fighting we women were praying. As the services were proceeding, the roar of cannon, we heard the muffled tread of men coming down the aisle, when, looking up, I saw four soldiers, in their worn and faded gray, bearing on their shoulders a rude pine coffin, which contained the remains of a comrade who had fallen that day at Spanish Fort. Slowly and sadly they placed the coffin before the chancel, they remaining standing reverently without a word. The clergyman began with the burial service. None of us knew for whom those prayers were said, but we knew that he was the fathe
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
ed to you by your fathers, and by your mothers as well; for the women of the Confederacy, though secure from the dangers of the battlefield, bore their part no less heroically than did the men. The men gave, or offered to give, their lives; the women gave what was dearer to them than life—they gave the men they loved; I will recall one or two instances to show the spirit of those women: I had a friend, a widow, who had only two sons; both enlisted for the war. The first was killed at Fredericksburg; the other was killed by the same volley that laid low our immortal Jackson, and this heroic boy, with his life-blood ebbing fast, had only breath to gasp, Is the General hurt? When I was weeping with that poor mother, comfort I could not give, she said: Both of my boys are gone, but if I had to do all this over again, I would not act differently. I knew a boy who belonged to the company that was organized in the village where I am now living. When he had been in Virginia more tha
California (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
lly truth comes to light, and it will tell a story of the heroism of ‘64, such as will command the respect of all and uplift the hearts of heroes in days to come. Captain Hatton is now in New York, engaged in business, but we are gratified that he has found time to contribute to the memory of his comrades in arms the attractive account he has written. General A. C. Godwin, his chief, was a Virginian by birth. A tall, lithe, auburn-haired man, who was a born soldier. He had been in California for years, and left amongst his friends there a name well honored and remembered. The gallant tarheels who followed him on many fields until he was killed at Winchester, September 19th, were worthy of him and he of them. Jno. W. Daniel. In an account of the battle of Cedar Creek, I would suggest that, in order to appreciate it properly, we should first consider the attendant and preceding circumstances leading up to it, and, therefore, I will go back to some days before, when Early'
Chancellorsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
Early's actual purpose was to make a surprise attack against their left and rear, as was actually made that night, and that it did actually deceive them, as intended results show. And I think that when all this, and their overwhelming numbers, etc., is considered, in conjunction with our subsequent movements and attack that night and next morning, it constituted one of the most brilliant strategical movements of the whole war—probably only surpassed by some of Stonewall Jackson's—as at Chancellorsville—[see a the first article in this volume] and, in fact, this battle, taken as a whole, I have never been able to find a counterpart anywhere in history. Preparing for the assault. Soon after getting back to camp (from our feint) orders came to feed up and be prepared to move—then a little after dark, orders to get into light marching order—to leave canteens and everything calculated to make any noise in marching—ammunition up—or fill cartridge boxes—fall in—move. Then
Meadow Mills (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
thirty thousand well equipped troops. General Gordon holds his figures somewhat when he states in a note that Early's army was scarce twelve thousand strong at Cedar Creek. But at this battle of Cedar Creek Early had a reinforcement of Kershaw's Division, which is supposed to have contained some two thousand men. Gradually truth the battle. I have always thought and contended that the manoeuvres made by Early on October 18th (the day before) should be considered a part of the battle of Cedar Creek—that our movement out of our camp around against their extreme right flank, on the Back of Little Mountain—going there by the more open roads, when their outposey pushed us hard to hold the Pike. There near Winchester they had killed our much beloved General Archie Godwin, and it came near being worse for us than at Cedar Creek. It would, too, but for Godwin's Brigade, which held them back against vast odds on the Berryville Pike, and kept them from getting into Winchester, in the re
Strasburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
ey afterwards told me, felt the ball lodged in the muscles in front of the backbone, and seeing that the ball had abraided the main artery of the neck, from which I was bleeding like a hog, they concluded it would surely kill me to cut for the ball, and believing I would die anyway, just bound me up. Back to Richmond. The surgeons then sent me in an ambulance just starting with Colonel Davis, of our brigade. His arm had been shot off, and we were carried to the house of the Mayor of Strasburg, where he was taken in. As the drivers and helpers came out of the house some of our cavalry came dashing in, shouting: We are flanked! Get out! Get out! Jumping in, they drove furiously on, and when they came to a bridge over a ditch which crossed the road about midway to Fisher's Hill, in attempting to cross it they turned the ambulance over with me in it. In a few minutes bullets came plugging through the ambulance from the Yanks up on the hillside. Though I had been given strict i
Fishers Hill (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
General Jackson was never in any one of his great battles so much outnumbered as was General Early at Winchester and Fisher's Hill. He states that Early in neither of these battles had more than ten thousand men, including all arms of the service, after dark, on the 18th October, 1864, that we moved out of camp, up the hill, from the little valley to the left of Fisher's Hill, where our camp had been located, over the Valley Pike, and across the river and along the foothills of the mountainsmping in, they drove furiously on, and when they came to a bridge over a ditch which crossed the road about midway to Fisher's Hill, in attempting to cross it they turned the ambulance over with me in it. In a few minutes bullets came plugging throu which a jam had temporarily stopped, although the driver threatened to brain me with his whip. So finally I reached Fisher's Hill, where I recognized the voice of our surgeons, and crawling out, was fortunate to catch one of the ambulances about t
Gulfport (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.17
The women of the Confederacy. From the New Orleans, La, Picayune, December 24th, 1906. What they saw and suffered during the Civil War—Mrs. John Randolph Eggleston recalls memories of the past. The Unpretending heroism of the mothers of the South—In three besieged Cities—a soldier's strange Funeral— little Dramas of the war time. Mrs. John Randolph Eggleston, of Mississippi, made an address before the General Convention of the United Daughters of the Confederacy, at Gulfport, which was so flatteringly referred to by the delegates from New Orleans, that I have begged her permission to have it published. Her husband, Captain Eggleston, was an officer in the old Navy, and, like most Southerners, resigned his commission, and entered the Confederate service. Captain and Mrs. Eggleston had their home in New Orleans before the commencement of the war. Without intending to do so, Mrs. Eggleston has paid the highest and best-deserved tribute to our Southern women I have
Morton (search for this): chapter 1.17
rom their position, routed, and I was afterwards told that this was the last charge made by our forces, supposing them too badly routed to make another stand. That ball, of course, ended my personal participation in that battle, and I knew nothing personally of Sheridan's rally and afternoon attack, except in the finale. I was picked up on a stretcher, taken to the field hospital, where I was laid on the ground, and a knapsack under my head, until the surgeons came to me. Dr. Sutton, Dr. Morton, and two or three more. They looked at the wound, ran their fingers into it, and, as they afterwards told me, felt the ball lodged in the muscles in front of the backbone, and seeing that the ball had abraided the main artery of the neck, from which I was bleeding like a hog, they concluded it would surely kill me to cut for the ball, and believing I would die anyway, just bound me up. Back to Richmond. The surgeons then sent me in an ambulance just starting with Colonel Davis, of o
John Randolph Eggleston (search for this): chapter 1.17
06. What they saw and suffered during the Civil War—Mrs. John Randolph Eggleston recalls memories of the past. The Unpretending heros strange Funeral— little Dramas of the war time. Mrs. John Randolph Eggleston, of Mississippi, made an address before the General Convave begged her permission to have it published. Her husband, Captain Eggleston, was an officer in the old Navy, and, like most Southerners, resigned his commission, and entered the Confederate service. Captain and Mrs. Eggleston had their home in New Orleans before the commencemeMrs. Eggleston had their home in New Orleans before the commencement of the war. Without intending to do so, Mrs. Eggleston has paid the highest and best-deserved tribute to our Southern women I have ever reaMrs. Eggleston has paid the highest and best-deserved tribute to our Southern women I have ever read. I hand you the address herewith. James Dinkins. Mrs. Eggleston's address. Daughters of the Confederacy: In the name of the MoMrs. Eggleston's address. Daughters of the Confederacy: In the name of the Mothers of the Confederacy, of the Mississippi Division, I greet and welcome you, and thank you for your presence in our midst. It makes me h
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