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Rolla, Mo. (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
you? Yes, Yes, he replied, we will be certain to bring him back with us. We shall be discharged in six weeks. In an hour after, our company led the Iowa First out of camp, our drum and fife playing The girl I left behind me. Eddie, as we called him, soon became a great favorite with all the men in the company. When any of the boys had returned from a horticultural excursion, Eddie's share of the peaches and melons was the first apportioned out. During our heavy and fatiguing march from Rolla to Springfield, it was often amusing to see our long-legged fifer wading through the mud with our little drummer mounted upon his back — and always in that position when fording streams. During the fight at Wilson's Creek I was stationed with a part of our company on the right of Totten's battery, while the balance of our company, with a part of the Illinois regiment, was ordered down into a deep ravine upon our left, in which it was known a portion of the enemy was concealed, with whom t
Springfield, Mo. (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
came a great favorite with all the men in the company. When any of the boys had returned from a horticultural excursion, Eddie's share of the peaches and melons was the first apportioned out. During our heavy and fatiguing march from Rolla to Springfield, it was often amusing to see our long-legged fifer wading through the mud with our little drummer mounted upon his back — and always in that position when fording streams. During the fight at Wilson's Creek I was stationed with a part of outy minutes after, Totten had driven the enemy from the ravine, the word passed from man to man throughout the army, Lyon is killed! and soon after, hostilities having ceased upon both sides, the order came for our main force to fall back upon Springfield, while a part of the Iowa First and two companies of the Missouri regiment were to camp upon the ground and cover the retreat next morning. That night I was detailed for guard duty, my turn of guard closing with the morning call. When I went
Wilson's Creek (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
Little Eddie, the Drummer-Boy: a Reminiscence of Wilson's Creek. camp Benton, Friday, December 20, 1861. A few days before our regiment received orders to join General Lyon, on his march to Wilson's Creek, the drummer of our company was taken sick and conveyed to the hospital, and on the evening preceding the day that wWilson's Creek, the drummer of our company was taken sick and conveyed to the hospital, and on the evening preceding the day that we were to march, a negro was arrested within the lines of the camp, and brought before our Captain, who asked him what business he had within the lines? He replied: I know a drummer that you would like to enlist in your company, and I have come to tell you of it. He was immediately requested to inform the drummer that if he woulg-legged fifer wading through the mud with our little drummer mounted upon his back — and always in that position when fording streams. During the fight at Wilson's Creek I was stationed with a part of our company on the right of Totten's battery, while the balance of our company, with a part of the Illinois regiment, was order
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 15
deep mourning, leading by the hand a sharp, sprightly-looking boy, apparently about twelve or thirteen years of age. Her story was soon told. She was from East-Tennessee, where her husband had been killed by the rebels, and all their property destroyed. She had come to St. Louis in search of her sister, but not finding her, and e angle, and after peering into the little fellow's face a moment, he observed: My little man, can you drum? Yes, sir, he replied, I drummed for captain Hill in Tennessee. Our fifer immediately commenced straightening himself upward until all the angles in his person had disappeared, when he placed his fife in his mouth, and playlent, and then as it became more light I heard it again. I listened — the sound of the drum was familiar to me — and I knew that it was Our drummer-boy from Tennessee Beating for help the reveille. I was about to desert my post to go to his assistance, when I discovered the officer of the guard approaching with two men. We
D. H. Hill (search for this): chapter 15
In a few moments the drum was produced, and our fifer, a tall, round-shouldered, good-natured fellow, from the Dubuque mines, who stood, when erect, something over six feet in height, soon made his appearance. Upon being introduced to his new comrade, he stooped down, with his hands resting upon his knees, that were thrown forward into an acute angle, and after peering into the little fellow's face a moment, he observed: My little man, can you drum? Yes, sir, he replied, I drummed for captain Hill in Tennessee. Our fifer immediately commenced straightening himself upward until all the angles in his person had disappeared, when he placed his fife in his mouth, and played the Flowers of Edenborough, one of the most difficult things to follow with the drum that could have been selected, and nobly did the little fellow follow him, showing himself to be a master of the drum. When the music ceased, our Captain turned to the mother and observed: Madam, I will take your boy. What is his
Ben McCulloch (search for this): chapter 15
scovered a man lying in the grass near him. By his dress I recognized him as belonging to the enemy. It appeared that he had been shot through the bowels, and had fallen near where Eddie lay. Knowing that he could not live, and seeing the condition of the boy, he had crawled to him, taken off his buckskin suspenders, and corded the little fellow's legs below the knee, and then lay down and died. While he was telling me these particulars, I heard the tramp of cavalry coming down the ravine, and in a moment a scout of the enemy was upon us, and I was taken prisoner. I requested the officer to take Eddy up in front of him, and he did so, carrying him with great tenderness and care. When we reached the camp of the enemy the little fellow was dead. It is now about two weeks since I made my escape from McCulloch's grasp. I have reenlisted for the war, and as we are likely to be in camp for some time I may write again of other scenes through which I have passed. Chicago Tribune.
Totten (search for this): chapter 15
on when fording streams. During the fight at Wilson's Creek I was stationed with a part of our company on the right of Totten's battery, while the balance of our company, with a part of the Illinois regiment, was ordered down into a deep ravine up a portion of the enemy was concealed, with whom they were soon engaged. The contest in the ravine continuing some time, Totten suddenly wheeled his battery upon the enemy in that quarter, when they soon retreated to the high ground behind their lines. In less than twenty minutes after, Totten had driven the enemy from the ravine, the word passed from man to man throughout the army, Lyon is killed! and soon after, hostilities having ceased upon both sides, the order came for our main force tofound that my post was upon a high eminence that overlooked the deep ravine in which our men had engaged the enemy, until Totten's battery came to their assistance. It was a dreary, lonesome beat. The moon had gone down in the early part of the nig
Edward Lee (search for this): chapter 15
nnessee. Our fifer immediately commenced straightening himself upward until all the angles in his person had disappeared, when he placed his fife in his mouth, and played the Flowers of Edenborough, one of the most difficult things to follow with the drum that could have been selected, and nobly did the little fellow follow him, showing himself to be a master of the drum. When the music ceased, our Captain turned to the mother and observed: Madam, I will take your boy. What is his name? Edward Lee, she replied; then placing her hand upon the Captain's arm, she continued, Captain, if he is not killed-- here her maternal feelings overcame her utterances, and she bent down over her boy and kissed him upon the forehead. As she arose, she observed: Captain, you will bring him back with you, won't you? Yes, Yes, he replied, we will be certain to bring him back with us. We shall be discharged in six weeks. In an hour after, our company led the Iowa First out of camp, our drum and fife
Eddy (search for this): chapter 15
iscovered a man lying in the grass near him. By his dress I recognized him as belonging to the enemy. It appeared that he had been shot through the bowels, and had fallen near where Eddie lay. Knowing that he could not live, and seeing the condition of the boy, he had crawled to him, taken off his buckskin suspenders, and corded the little fellow's legs below the knee, and then lay down and died. While he was telling me these particulars, I heard the tramp of cavalry coming down the ravine, and in a moment a scout of the enemy was upon us, and I was taken prisoner. I requested the officer to take Eddy up in front of him, and he did so, carrying him with great tenderness and care. When we reached the camp of the enemy the little fellow was dead. It is now about two weeks since I made my escape from McCulloch's grasp. I have reenlisted for the war, and as we are likely to be in camp for some time I may write again of other scenes through which I have passed. Chicago Tribune.
Lyon (search for this): chapter 15
Little Eddie, the Drummer-Boy: a Reminiscence of Wilson's Creek. camp Benton, Friday, December 20, 1861. A few days before our regiment received orders to join General Lyon, on his march to Wilson's Creek, the drummer of our company was taken sick and conveyed to the hospital, and on the evening preceding the day that we were to march, a negro was arrested within the lines of the camp, and brought before our Captain, who asked him what business he had within the lines? He replied: I eeled his battery upon the enemy in that quarter, when they soon retreated to the high ground behind their lines. In less than twenty minutes after, Totten had driven the enemy from the ravine, the word passed from man to man throughout the army, Lyon is killed! and soon after, hostilities having ceased upon both sides, the order came for our main force to fall back upon Springfield, while a part of the Iowa First and two companies of the Missouri regiment were to camp upon the ground and cove
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