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California (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.18
In front of the Stone wall at Fredericksburg. condensed from the overland monthly, 1869, Vol. III., p. 432, by permission of Fisher Ames. General John W. Ames, U. S. Surveyor-General of California, died in San Rafael, in that State, in 1877. by John W. Ames, Brevet Brigadier-General, U. S. V. On Saturday, December 13th, our brigade The 2d Brigade of regulars (Sykes's division, Fifth Army Corps), commanded by Major George L. Andrews, 17th U. S. Infantry. General Ames was then a captain in the 11th U. S. Infantry.--editors. had been held in reserve, but late in the day we were hurried to the battle only to see a field full of flying men and the sun low in the west shining red through columns of smoke,--six deserted field-pieces on a slight rise of ground in front of us, and a cheering column of troops in regular march disappearing on our left. But the day was then over and the battle lost, and our line felt hardly bullets enough to draw blood before darkness put an end to t
Napoleon (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.18
es of the enemy — prisoners, of course. That was the immediate impression, as we stupidly gazed in the first moment of the awkward discovery. But the sharp whistle of a bullet sounded in our ears, and a rebel's face peered through the puff of smoke, as he removed the rifle from his shoulder; then rapidly half-a-dozen more bullets whistled by us, and the warning sent us all to earth. The order to lie down is theoretically infrequent, but practically it is often given in modern warfare. Napoleon's maxim that an army travels on its belly was metaphorical, but long-range and repeating rifles have gone far to make it true in a literal sense. Our double lines of battle sought the shelter of the ground as soon as blood was drawn. This had the effect of hiding us from the enemy, or partially so, for the fusillade slackened. It was irksome to keep one position, even at full length, but the watch over us was very vigilant; hardly a movement was made at any part of our line that did no
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.18
In front of the Stone wall at Fredericksburg. condensed from the overland monthly, 1869, Vol. III., p. 432, by permission of Fisher Ames. General John W. Ames, U. S. Surveyor-General of California, died in San Rafael, in that State, in 1877. bs ghastly field of dead men and its ceaseless danger. Through this ragged patch of advertisements I sailed away from Fredericksburg with the good bark Neptune, which had had quick dispatch a month before,--for the paper was of ancient date,--and wasard me all the morning with its clutch of grass. I was called back to the dull wet earth and the crouching line at Fredericksburg by a request from Sergeant Read, who guessed he could hit that cuss with a spy-glass,--pointing, as he spoke, to the e we changed to a flank march and filed into the highway. The highway soon became a street, and we were once more in Fredericksburg. We marched past the court-house,--past churches, schools, bank-buildings, private houses,--all lighted for hospit
San Rafael, Marin County, California (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.18
In front of the Stone wall at Fredericksburg. condensed from the overland monthly, 1869, Vol. III., p. 432, by permission of Fisher Ames. General John W. Ames, U. S. Surveyor-General of California, died in San Rafael, in that State, in 1877. by John W. Ames, Brevet Brigadier-General, U. S. V. On Saturday, December 13th, our brigade The 2d Brigade of regulars (Sykes's division, Fifth Army Corps), commanded by Major George L. Andrews, 17th U. S. Infantry. General Ames was then a captain in the 11th U. S. Infantry.--editors. had been held in reserve, but late in the day we were hurried to the battle only to see a field full of flying men and the sun low in the west shining red through columns of smoke,--six deserted field-pieces on a slight rise of ground in front of us, and a cheering column of troops in regular march disappearing on our left. But the day was then over and the battle lost, and our line felt hardly bullets enough to draw blood before darkness put an end to t
Marye's Heights (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.18
ttle only to see a field full of flying men and the sun low in the west shining red through columns of smoke,--six deserted field-pieces on a slight rise of ground in front of us, and a cheering column of troops in regular march disappearing on our left. But the day was then over and the battle lost, and our line felt hardly bullets enough to draw blood before darkness put an end to the uproar of all hostile sounds, save desultory shell-firing. For an hour or two afterward shells from Marye's Heights traced bright lines across the black sky with their burning fuses. Then, by command, we sank down in our lines, to get what sleep the soggy ground and the danger might allow us. Experience had taught us that when the silent line of fire from the shells had flashed across the sky and disappeared behind us the scream and explosion that followed were harmless, but still it required some effort to overcome the discomfort of the damp ground, and the flash and report of bursting shells, and
Stockton (California, United States) (search for this): chapter 2.18
his picture is one of my most distinct memories of the war — the men in gray behind this wall, talking, laughing, cooking, cleaning muskets, clicking locks,--there they were!--Lee's soldiers!--the Army of Northern Virginia! We were so absurdly near this host of yesterday's victors that we seemed wholly in their hands and a part of their great mass; cut off and remote from the Federal army The force here consisted of Buchanan's and Andrews's brigades of regulars, of Sykes's division, and Stockton's brigade of volunteers, of Griffin's division, Fifth Army Corps.--editors. and almost within the lines of the enemy — prisoners, of course. That was the immediate impression, as we stupidly gazed in the first moment of the awkward discovery. But the sharp whistle of a bullet sounded in our ears, and a rebel's face peered through the puff of smoke, as he removed the rifle from his shoulder; then rapidly half-a-dozen more bullets whistled by us, and the warning sent us all to earth. The
J. P. W. Read (search for this): chapter 2.18
e's crack and the bullet's whistle,--forgot even the dead hand that had stretched itself toward me all the morning with its clutch of grass. I was called back to the dull wet earth and the crouching line at Fredericksburg by a request from Sergeant Read, who guessed he could hit that cuss with a spy-glass,--pointing, as he spoke, to the batteries that threatened our right flank. Then I saw that there was commotion at that part of the Confederate works, and an officer on the parapet, with a overed us at last, after letting us lie here till high noon, and were we now to receive the plunging fire we had looked for all the morning? Desirable in itself as it might be to have that cuss with a spy-glass removed, it seemed wiser to repress Read's ambition. The shooting of an officer would dispel any doubts they might have of our presence, and we needed the benefit of all their doubts. Happily, they seemed to think us not worth their powder and iron. Were we really destined to see th
John W. Ames (search for this): chapter 2.18
In front of the Stone wall at Fredericksburg. condensed from the overland monthly, 1869, Vol. III., p. 432, by permission of Fisher Ames. General John W. Ames, U. S. Surveyor-General of California, died in San Rafael, in that State, in 1877. by John W. Ames, Brevet Brigadier-General, U. S. V. On Saturday, December 13th, John W. Ames, Brevet Brigadier-General, U. S. V. On Saturday, December 13th, our brigade The 2d Brigade of regulars (Sykes's division, Fifth Army Corps), commanded by Major George L. Andrews, 17th U. S. Infantry. General Ames was then a captain in the 11th U. S. Infantry.--editors. had been held in reserve, but late in the day we were hurried to the battle only to see a field full of flying men and the General Ames was then a captain in the 11th U. S. Infantry.--editors. had been held in reserve, but late in the day we were hurried to the battle only to see a field full of flying men and the sun low in the west shining red through columns of smoke,--six deserted field-pieces on a slight rise of ground in front of us, and a cheering column of troops in regular march disappearing on our left. But the day was then over and the battle lost, and our line felt hardly bullets enough to draw blood before darkness put an end
George Sykes (search for this): chapter 2.18
of Fisher Ames. General John W. Ames, U. S. Surveyor-General of California, died in San Rafael, in that State, in 1877. by John W. Ames, Brevet Brigadier-General, U. S. V. On Saturday, December 13th, our brigade The 2d Brigade of regulars (Sykes's division, Fifth Army Corps), commanded by Major George L. Andrews, 17th U. S. Infantry. General Ames was then a captain in the 11th U. S. Infantry.--editors. had been held in reserve, but late in the day we were hurried to the battle only to se were so absurdly near this host of yesterday's victors that we seemed wholly in their hands and a part of their great mass; cut off and remote from the Federal army The force here consisted of Buchanan's and Andrews's brigades of regulars, of Sykes's division, and Stockton's brigade of volunteers, of Griffin's division, Fifth Army Corps.--editors. and almost within the lines of the enemy — prisoners, of course. That was the immediate impression, as we stupidly gazed in the first moment of
Robert E. Lee (search for this): chapter 2.18
nd behind the wall were men in gray uniforms moving carelessly about. This picture is one of my most distinct memories of the war — the men in gray behind this wall, talking, laughing, cooking, cleaning muskets, clicking locks,--there they were!--Lee's soldiers!--the Army of Northern Virginia! We were so absurdly near this host of yesterday's victors that we seemed wholly in their hands and a part of their great mass; cut off and remote from the Federal army The force here consisted of Buc Then we smoked the emblem of peace, tilted back against the buildings in borrowed chairs, and were very comfortable and happy. This was the holiday of war,--vastly better than yesterday! But we were hardly safer here, though more comfortable. Lee might open his guns at any moment. The drum-beat made us tip down our chairs and fall into line. We had roll-call and something like a dress parade without music, then stacked arms along the curb-stone and mounted sentinels over them. A bright,
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