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Roman (search for this): chapter 1.2
life; but the soldier of hard fibre and hard work was under the gallant. Some day a generation will come who will like to know all about the famous Jeb Stuart --let me therefore limn him as he appeared in the years 1862 and 1863. His frame was low and athletic-close knit and of very great strength and endurance, as you could see at a glance. His countenance was striking and attracted attention — the forehead broad, lofty, and indicating imagination; the nose prominent, and inclining to Roman, with large and mobile nostrils; the lips covered with a heavy brown moustache, curled upward at the ends; the chin by a huge beard of the same colour, which descended upon the wearer's breast. Such was the rather brigandish appearance of Stuart-but I have omitted to notice the eyes. They were clear, penetrating, and of a brilliant blue. They could be soft or fiery-would fill with laughter or dart flame. Anything more menacing than that flame, when Stuart was hard pressed, it would be di
Johnston (search for this): chapter 1.2
sisted in regarding this boyish cavalier as their right-hand man — the eye and ear of their armies. These men were Lee, Johnston, and Jackson. Ii. Stuart's great career can be alluded to but briefly here. Years crammed with incident and advent-colonel, and placed in command of the cavalry on the Upper Potomac, where he proved himself so vigilant a soldier that Johnston called him the indefatigable Stuart, and compared him to a yellow jacket, which was no sooner brushed off than it lit back. He had command of the whole front until Johnston left the valley, when he moved with the column to Manassas, and charged and broke the New York Zouaves; afterwards held the front toward Alexandria, under Beauregard; then came the hard falling bauart cared little for the grave people. He fought harder than they did, and chose to amuse himself in his own way. Lee, Johnston, and Jackson, had listened to that banjo without regarding it as frivolous; and more than once it had proved a relaxatio
Buford (search for this): chapter 1.2
in some manner obtained a great command for which he was wholly unfit. They sneered at his splendid costume, his careless laughter, his love of ladies; at his banjo-player, his flower-wreathed horses, and his gay verses. The enemy were wiser. Buford, Bayard, Pleasanton, Stoneman, and their associates, did not commit that blunder. They had felt the heavy arm too often; and knew too well the weight of that flower-encircled weapon. There were three other men who could never be persuaded t, it made Stuart one of the first soldiers of his epoch. With equal-or not largely unequal-forces opposed to him, he was never whipped. More than once he was driven back, and two or three times badly hurt; but it was not the superior genius of Buford, Stoneman, Pleasanton, or other adversaries, which achieved those results. It was the presence of an obstacle which his weapon could not break. Numbers were too much for brain and acumen, and reckless fighting. The hammer was shattered by the
Ulysses Grant (search for this): chapter 1.2
e before him the crack cavalry of the Federal army; the retreat thereafter before an enraged enemy; the continuous combats of the mountain passes, and in the vicinity of Boonsboroa; the obstinate stand he made once more on the old ground around Upperville as Lee again fell back; the heavy petites guerres of Culpeper; the repulse of Custer when he attacked Charlottesville; the expedition to the rear of General Meade when he came over to Mine Run; the bitter struggle in the Wilderness when General Grant advanced; the fighting all along the Po in Spotsylvania; the headlong gallop past the South Anna, and the bloody struggle near the Yellow Tavern, where the cavalier, who had passed through a hundred battles untouched, came to his end at last-these are a few of the pictures which rise up before the mind's eye at those words, the career of Stuart. In the brief space of a sketch like this, it is impossible to attempt any delineation of these crowding scenes and events. They belong to hist
Margaret (search for this): chapter 1.2
close along the front of a Federal regiment which rose and fired on him. The speed of his horse was so great that not a ball struck him. At Hanovertown, in 1863, and on a hundred occasions, he was chased, when almost unattended, by Federal cavalry; but, clearing fence and ravine, escaped. He was a horse-man in his knowledge of horses, but had no passion for them; preferred animals of medium size, which wheeled, leaped, and moved rapidly; and, mounted upon his Skylark, Star of the east, Lady Margaret, or Lily of the Valley, he was the picture of a bold cavalier, prepared to go into a charge, or to take a gallop by moonlight-ready for a fight or a frolic. It was out of the saddle, however, that Stuart was most attractive. There he was busy; in his tent, when his work was once over, he was an insouciant as a boy. Never was there a human being of readier laughter. He dearly loved a joke, and would have one upon everybody. They were not mild either. He loved a horse-joke, and a
Tuck (search for this): chapter 1.2
tent was a large affair, with a good chimney and fireplace; in the summer, on active service, a mere breadth of canvas stretched over rails against a tree, and open at both ends. Or he had no tent, and slept under a tree. The canvas fly only came into requisition when he rested for a few days from the march. Under this slight shelter, Stuart was like a king of rangers. On one side was his chair and desk; on the other, his blankets spread on the ground: at his feet his two setters, Nip and Tuck, whom he had brought out of Culpeper, on the saddle, as he fell back before the enemy. When tired of writing, he would throw himself upon his blankets, play with his pets, laugh at the least provocation, and burst into some gay song. He had a strong love for music, and sang, himself, in a clear, sonorous, and correct voice. His favourites were: The bugle sang truce, for the night cloud had lowered; The dew is on the blossom; Sweet Evelina, and Evelyn, among pathetic songs; but comic one
Evelyn (search for this): chapter 1.2
at his feet his two setters, Nip and Tuck, whom he had brought out of Culpeper, on the saddle, as he fell back before the enemy. When tired of writing, he would throw himself upon his blankets, play with his pets, laugh at the least provocation, and burst into some gay song. He had a strong love for music, and sang, himself, in a clear, sonorous, and correct voice. His favourites were: The bugle sang truce, for the night cloud had lowered; The dew is on the blossom; Sweet Evelina, and Evelyn, among pathetic songs; but comic ones were equal or greater favourites with him: If you get there before I do; The old gray horse; Come out of the wilderness, and If you want to have a good time, join the cavalry, came from his lips in grand uproarious merriment, the very woods ringing with the strains. This habit of singing had always characterized him. From the days in the valley when he harassed Paterson so, with his omnipresent cavalry, he had fought and sung alternately. Riding at th
Paterson (search for this): chapter 1.2
ruce, for the night cloud had lowered; The dew is on the blossom; Sweet Evelina, and Evelyn, among pathetic songs; but comic ones were equal or greater favourites with him: If you get there before I do; The old gray horse; Come out of the wilderness, and If you want to have a good time, join the cavalry, came from his lips in grand uproarious merriment, the very woods ringing with the strains. This habit of singing had always characterized him. From the days in the valley when he harassed Paterson so, with his omnipresent cavalry, he had fought and sung alternately. Riding at the head of his long column, bent upon some raid, or advancing to attack the enemy, he would make the forest resound with his sonorous songs; and a gentleman who met him one day, thus singing in front of his men, said that the young cavalier was his perfect ideal of a knight of romance. It might almost, indeed, be said that music was his passion, as Vive la joie! might have been regarded as his motto. His ban
Sweeny (search for this): chapter 1.2
thus singing in front of his men, said that the young cavalier was his perfect ideal of a knight of romance. It might almost, indeed, be said that music was his passion, as Vive la joie! might have been regarded as his motto. His banjo-player, Sweeny, was the constant inmate of his tent, rode behind him on the march, and went with him to social gatherings. Stuart wrote his most important dispatches and correspondence with the rattle of the gay instrument stunning everybody, and would turn roproved a relaxation after the exhausting cares of command. So it rattled on still, and Stuart continued to laugh, without caring much about the serious family class. He had on his side Lee, Jackson, and the young ladies who danced away gaily to Sweeny's music-what mattered it whether Aminadab Sleek, Esq., approved or disapproved! The young lady element was an important one with Stuart. Never have I seen a purer, more knightly, or more charming gallantry than his. He was here, as in all hi
Jomini (search for this): chapter 1.2
shrewd, and, except in some marked instances, he appeared to possess an instinctive knowledge of men. But the processes of his brain, on ordinary occasions, exhibited rather activity and force than profoundness of insight. His mental organization seemed to be sound and practical rather than deep and comprehensive. He read little when I knew him, and betrayed no evidences of wide culture. His education was that of the gentleman rather than the scholar. Napoleon's Maxims, a translation of Jomini's Treatise on War, and one or two similar works, were all in which he appeared to take pleasure. His whole genius evidently lay in the direction of his profession, and even here many persons doubted the versatility of his faculties. It will remain an interesting problem whether he would have made a great infantry commander. He was confident of his own ability; always resented the dictum that he was a mere cavalry officer; and I believe, at one time, it was the purpose of the Confederate a
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