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Solomon Shabrach (search for this): chapter 3.35
, but it is certain that an officer did kill his horse under the circumstances narrated. Thus the mind is left in a state of bewilderment as to how much is true and how much is false in the worthy's story; and perhaps the safest proceeding would be to set down the whole as an historical romance. I have thought it best to convey this caution to the reader, lest the narrative here given might cast discredit upon the other papers in these Outlines, which contain, with the exception of Corporal Shabrach and Blunderbus, events and details of strict historical accuracy. I have never told you, said Longbow, of the curious adventures which I met with in the Valley in 1861, and how I got my fine blood bay, and lost him. I was then a private, but had just been detailed as volunteer aide to Colonel Jackson-he was not General or Stonewall yet-and had reported a few days before the engagement at Falling Waters. I need not inform you of the state of affairs at that time, further than to
Stonewall Jackson (search for this): chapter 3.35
to cross the Potomac at Williamsport, and Colonel Jackson was sent forward with the First Brigade, ence that Patterson had crossed his army; and Jackson immediately got his brigade under arms, intennd gallant fight near Falling Water, in which Jackson met the enemy with the same obstinacy which aatement, knowing in what light marching order Jackson had been, and resolved philosophically to awa I started up joyfully, fully convinced that Jackson was attacking the town, when the Corporal camin Longbow, I believe. Yes, sir. Of Colonel Jackson's command? Of the command which engaged you escape? I was truly sorry to hear from Jackson that you had ridden to look for me, and neveraw General Johnston turn and look at me; then Jackson beckoned to me. I rode up and saluted the Gengot him from General Patterson--I believe Colonel Jackson told you how. Ah! that is the horse? the fight by his assault upon their right. Jackson and Smith belonged to the Army of the Shenand[7 more...]
Kirby Smith (search for this): chapter 3.35
calm, grim smile; and saluting me, he rode away rapidly. Six hours afterwards his army was in motion for Manassas, where the advance arrived on the night of the zoth of July. On the next day Jackson's brigade held the enemy in check, and Kirby Smith ended the fight by his assault upon their right. Jackson and Smith belonged to the Army of the Shenandoah, and this will show you that without that army the battle would have been lost. I brought that army, my dear friend, by means of GeSmith belonged to the Army of the Shenandoah, and this will show you that without that army the battle would have been lost. I brought that army, my dear friend, by means of General Patterson's bay horse! Such was the narrative of Captain Longbow, and I would like to know how much of it is true. The incident of the hard ride, and the death of the Captain's horse especially, puzzles me. That incident is veracious, as I have once before said; but a serious question arises as to whether Longbow bore that message! I have a dim recollection that my friend Colonel Surry told me once that he had been sent to Beauregard; had killed his horse; and the high character of
Franklin (search for this): chapter 3.35
advanced a step, and offered me his hand. I am glad to make your acquaintance, Captain, he said; then he added with a smile, I doubt, however, if you are equally pleased at making mine. Delighted, General, I assure you, was my reply, though the incident to which I am indebted for this honour was rather rough. What was that? My horse was shot and fell with me. That is a pity, and the thing was unfortunate. But war is altogether a rough business. I am disposed to agree with Franklin, Captain, that there never was a good war, or a bad peace. But we will not discuss this vexed question-you are Captain Longbow, I believe. Yes, sir. Of Colonel Jackson's command? Of the command which engaged you the day before yesterday. General Patterson smiled. I see you are reticent, and it is a good habit in a soldier. But I know that Colonel Jackson commanded, and from his boldness in opposing me with so small a force, he must be a man of nerve and ability. He has t
George Washington (search for this): chapter 3.35
cal accuracy. I have never told you, said Longbow, of the curious adventures which I met with in the Valley in 1861, and how I got my fine blood bay, and lost him. I was then a private, but had just been detailed as volunteer aide to Colonel Jackson-he was not General or Stonewall yet-and had reported a few days before the engagement at Falling Waters. I need not inform you of the state of affairs at that time, further than to say that while Beauregard watched the enemy in front of Washington, with his headquarters at Manassas, Johnston held the Valley against Patterson, with his headquarters at Winchester. Well, it was late in June, I think, when intelligence came that General Patterson was about to cross the Potomac at Williamsport, and Colonel Jackson was sent forward with the First Brigade, as it was then called, to support Stuart's cavalry, and feel the enemy, but not bring on a general engagement. This, the Colonel proceeded to do with alacrity, and he had soon advanced
Darrell (search for this): chapter 3.35
Longbow's horse. I. My friend, Captain Longbow, is a very different personage from Captain Darrell. The latter is brave, honest, simple, and candid. He relates only what really occurred, and never unless you overcome his repugnance to such narratives: he is modest, retiring — the model of an officer and a gentleman. Longbow is a striking contrast, I am sorry to say, to all this. He is a tremendous warrior-according to his own account; he has performed prodigies — if you can only believe him; more moving accidents and hair-breadth escapes have happened to him than to any other soldier in the service — if they have only happened. The element of confidence is thus wanting in the listener when Longbow discourses, and you are puzzled how much to believe, how much to disbelieve. But then the worthy is often amusing. He has some of the art of the raconteur, and makes his histories or stories, his real events or his fibs, to a certain degree amusing. I am always at a loss <
Blunderbus (search for this): chapter 3.35
n that an officer did kill his horse under the circumstances narrated. Thus the mind is left in a state of bewilderment as to how much is true and how much is false in the worthy's story; and perhaps the safest proceeding would be to set down the whole as an historical romance. I have thought it best to convey this caution to the reader, lest the narrative here given might cast discredit upon the other papers in these Outlines, which contain, with the exception of Corporal Shabrach and Blunderbus, events and details of strict historical accuracy. I have never told you, said Longbow, of the curious adventures which I met with in the Valley in 1861, and how I got my fine blood bay, and lost him. I was then a private, but had just been detailed as volunteer aide to Colonel Jackson-he was not General or Stonewall yet-and had reported a few days before the engagement at Falling Waters. I need not inform you of the state of affairs at that time, further than to say that while Bea
Walter Scott (search for this): chapter 3.35
u are Captain Longbow, I believe. Yes, sir. Of Colonel Jackson's command? Of the command which engaged you the day before yesterday. General Patterson smiled. I see you are reticent, and it is a good habit in a soldier. But I know that Colonel Jackson commanded, and from his boldness in opposing me with so small a force, he must be a man of nerve and ability. He has that reputation, General. Do you know General Johnston? Yes, sir. I am afraid of his retreats. General Scott declares that one of them is equal to a victory. I assented with a bow. Colonel Stuart, commanding your cavalry, I do not know, continued the General, but I am afraid he gobbled up one of my companies of infantry just before the late fight. That makes the number of prisoners taken considerably in your favour. The company was commanded, however, only by a Second Lieutenant, and as I have you, Captain, he added with a smile, the odds are not so great. The General's courtesy and
Longbow (search for this): chapter 3.35
Longbow's horse. I. My friend, Captain Longbow, is a very different personage from Captainnfidence is thus wanting in the listener when Longbow discourses, and you are puzzled how much to b am always at a loss to determine how much of Longbow's narratives to believe; but they generally mntended to introduce the following account of Longbow's adventures in the Valley, when General Johngard as purely romantic. The manner in which Longbow professed to have obtained his blood bay I bel not discuss this vexed question-you are Captain Longbow, I believe. Yes, sir. Of Colonel Jah were pen, ink, and paper, I wrote: Captain Longbow presents his compliments to General Patteoor, which has only to be secured in case Captain Longbow can pass the sentinel-when his escape wil bay horse! Such was the narrative of Captain Longbow, and I would like to know how much of it his intention, the real truth on this important point will be recorded. Until then-Vive Longbow! [5 more...]
Falkner (search for this): chapter 3.35
is it? I growled; then I'll finish my nap. And I again lay down. Soon afterwards a breakfast of hard tack, pork, and coffee, was supplied to the prisoners, and I had just finished my meal when I was informed that General Patterson had sent for me. Fifteen minutes afterwards I was conducted through the streets, swarming with blue-coats, galloping cavalry, and wagons, to a fine mansion in the southern suburbs of the town, where the commanding General had established his headquarters-Colonel Falkner's. Here all was life and bustle; splendidly caparisoned horses, held by orderlies, were pawing the turf of the ornamented grounds; other orderlies were going and coming; and the impression produced upon my mind was, that the orderly was an established institution. At the door was a sentinel with a musket, and having passed this Cerberus, my guard conducted me to an apartment on the left, where I was received by a staff officer, whose scowling hauteur was exceedingly offensive.
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