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Jeffersonton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.23
he conflict with Mars); pistol carefully loaded, in holster on his right side; and sabre in excellent order, jingling against his top boots. It was a saying of the worthy, that he generally kept his arms in good order, and on this occasion nothing was left to be desired. His pistol revolved at the touch, with a clear ringing click; and you could see your face in his sabre blade. Thus accoutred, and mounted on a good, active horse, he set off from Hazel river, and making a detour around Jeffersonton, came to an elevation in rear of Mr. —‘s house, where he stopped to reconnoitre. The Federal picket — of nineteen men, as he afterwards discovered — was at the bridge; and in the yard of the mansion were two videttes, with their horses tied to the trees under which they were lying. Whether he could succeed in driving in the whole picket was problematical, but the videttes were pretty sure game. He would either run them off or capture them. With the Major execution followed conc
Virginia (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.23
ng on forlorn hopes, and in desperate emergencieswhen he cannot get at the blue-coats for any length of time-he pines. This mood came to him in the fall of 1862. Quiet had reigned along the lines so long, that he grew melancholy. His appetite did not fail, as far as his friends could perceive, but something obviously rested on his mind. He was rusting, and was conscious of the process. Why don't they come out and fight? the Major seemed to ask with his calm, sad eyes. They were in Virginia for the purpose of crushing the rebellion, --why didn't they set about the work? These questions meeting with no satisfactory response, Major R— determined himself to take the initiative, and see if he could not bring on a little fight, all on his private account. He would thus relieve his bosom of the perilous stuff which preyed upon his heart. It had, indeed, become absolutely necessary to his peace of mind to come into collision with his friends across the way, and he set about dev
Culpeper (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.23
ajor R— determined himself to take the initiative, and see if he could not bring on a little fight, all on his private account. He would thus relieve his bosom of the perilous stuff which preyed upon his heart. It had, indeed, become absolutely necessary to his peace of mind to come into collision with his friends across the way, and he set about devising the best plan for arriving at his object. The Southern cavalry to which the Major was attached, at that time occupied the county of Culpeper, and picketed along the Rappahannock. So did the enemy's horsemen, and the Federal pickets were stationed on the southern bank at every ford. This was the case at Warrenton Springs, where a bridge, afterwards destroyed, spanned the Rappahannock; and at this point Major R— determined to bring on the little affair which had become so necessary to his happiness. He intended to combine pleasure with business by visiting some young ladies at a hospitable mansion not far from the bridge; and h
Mine Run (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.23
dles his sabre that he is master of that weapon; and in the charge he is a perfect thunderbolt. He fingers his pistol and makes the barrels revolve with admirable grace; his salute with the sabre is simply perfection; his air, as he listens to an order from his superior officer, says plainly, All I wish is to know what you want me to do, General — if it can be done it will be done. This air does not deceive. It is well known to the Major's friends that his motto is, Neck or nothing. At Mine Run, when General Meade confronted the Southern lines, the worthy said to me, A soldier's duty is to obey his orders; and if General Stuart told me to charge the Yankee army by myself, I would do it. He would be responsible. It will be seen from the above sketch of the gallant Major, that he is a thorough soldier. In fact he loves his profession, and is not satisfied with performing routine duty. He is fond of volunteering on forlorn hopes, and in desperate emergencieswhen he cannot get at
Hazel River (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.23
d buttons (for the eyes of Venus after the conflict with Mars); pistol carefully loaded, in holster on his right side; and sabre in excellent order, jingling against his top boots. It was a saying of the worthy, that he generally kept his arms in good order, and on this occasion nothing was left to be desired. His pistol revolved at the touch, with a clear ringing click; and you could see your face in his sabre blade. Thus accoutred, and mounted on a good, active horse, he set off from Hazel river, and making a detour around Jeffersonton, came to an elevation in rear of Mr. —‘s house, where he stopped to reconnoitre. The Federal picket — of nineteen men, as he afterwards discovered — was at the bridge; and in the yard of the mansion were two videttes, with their horses tied to the trees under which they were lying. Whether he could succeed in driving in the whole picket was problematical, but the videttes were pretty sure game. He would either run them off or capture them.
J. E. B. Stuart (search for this): chapter 2.23
barrels revolve with admirable grace; his salute with the sabre is simply perfection; his air, as he listens to an order from his superior officer, says plainly, All I wish is to know what you want me to do, General — if it can be done it will be done. This air does not deceive. It is well known to the Major's friends that his motto is, Neck or nothing. At Mine Run, when General Meade confronted the Southern lines, the worthy said to me, A soldier's duty is to obey his orders; and if General Stuart told me to charge the Yankee army by myself, I would do it. He would be responsible. It will be seen from the above sketch of the gallant Major, that he is a thorough soldier. In fact he loves his profession, and is not satisfied with performing routine duty. He is fond of volunteering on forlorn hopes, and in desperate emergencieswhen he cannot get at the blue-coats for any length of time-he pines. This mood came to him in the fall of 1862. Quiet had reigned along the lines so
t he is master of that weapon; and in the charge he is a perfect thunderbolt. He fingers his pistol and makes the barrels revolve with admirable grace; his salute with the sabre is simply perfection; his air, as he listens to an order from his superior officer, says plainly, All I wish is to know what you want me to do, General — if it can be done it will be done. This air does not deceive. It is well known to the Major's friends that his motto is, Neck or nothing. At Mine Run, when General Meade confronted the Southern lines, the worthy said to me, A soldier's duty is to obey his orders; and if General Stuart told me to charge the Yankee army by myself, I would do it. He would be responsible. It will be seen from the above sketch of the gallant Major, that he is a thorough soldier. In fact he loves his profession, and is not satisfied with performing routine duty. He is fond of volunteering on forlorn hopes, and in desperate emergencieswhen he cannot get at the blue-coats f
enemy. Behold the Major now in warlike panoply — that is to say, in fine gray dress coat with burnished buttons (for the eyes of Venus after the conflict with Mars); pistol carefully loaded, in holster on his right side; and sabre in excellent order, jingling against his top boots. It was a saying of the worthy, that he gene for the poor civilian. After all it is something to be a soldier. The trade is hard, but the feminine eye has a peculiar brightness when it rests on the sons of Mars!-of Mars, proverbially the favourite of Venus! The Major was an old soldier, and in no hurry to depart. He counted on the extent of the scare he had given theMars, proverbially the favourite of Venus! The Major was an old soldier, and in no hurry to depart. He counted on the extent of the scare he had given the enemy, and quietly enjoyed himself in the charming society of his hostesses. He had once more become excellent company. The smile had returned to his lips, the light to his eyes. That melancholy which had made his friends uneasy had quite disappeared, and the Major was himself again --that is to say, the gayest and most delig
his programme he proceeded to execute it, and all alone by himself attack the picket guard of some twenty of the enemy. Behold the Major now in warlike panoply — that is to say, in fine gray dress coat with burnished buttons (for the eyes of Venus after the conflict with Mars); pistol carefully loaded, in holster on his right side; and sabre in excellent order, jingling against his top boots. It was a saying of the worthy, that he generally kept his arms in good order, and on this occasioers — with smiles such as shine rarely for the poor civilian. After all it is something to be a soldier. The trade is hard, but the feminine eye has a peculiar brightness when it rests on the sons of Mars!-of Mars, proverbially the favourite of Venus! The Major was an old soldier, and in no hurry to depart. He counted on the extent of the scare he had given the enemy, and quietly enjoyed himself in the charming society of his hostesses. He had once more become excellent company. The s
uty is to obey his orders; and if General Stuart told me to charge the Yankee army by myself, I would do it. He would be responsible. It will be seen from the above sketch of the gallant Major, that he is a thorough soldier. In fact he loves his profession, and is not satisfied with performing routine duty. He is fond of volunteering on forlorn hopes, and in desperate emergencieswhen he cannot get at the blue-coats for any length of time-he pines. This mood came to him in the fall of 1862. Quiet had reigned along the lines so long, that he grew melancholy. His appetite did not fail, as far as his friends could perceive, but something obviously rested on his mind. He was rusting, and was conscious of the process. Why don't they come out and fight? the Major seemed to ask with his calm, sad eyes. They were in Virginia for the purpose of crushing the rebellion, --why didn't they set about the work? These questions meeting with no satisfactory response, Major R— determin