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Vermont (Vermont, United States) (search for this): chapter 30
and, underneath the trampling mass, wounded men who could no longer stand, struggled, fought, shouted and killed—hatless, coatless, drowned in sweat, black with powder, red with blood, stifling in the horrid heat, parched with smoke and blind with dust, with fiendish yells and strange oaths they blindly plied the work of slaughter. Remember you who hold dear the glory of ambitious wars, that on every field where glory has been won or lost there has been a scene like this! The gallant Vermont brigade closed in upon the right flank of the great column in front. Woodruff advanced his battery far out upon the plain in front of Howard's corps and opened fire upon their left rear. Hancock had fallen, Hayes and Gibbon both were wounded. Brave Webb called out to Charge! Suddenly in the midst of the awful carnage, the National color of the Nineteenth Massachusetts was seen to fall, but it was instantly raised in the hands of Lieut. Moses Shackley, of Co. B. Lieut. Herman Donath, w
Gettysburg (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 30
o hands of Col. Devereux. He never said a word and darted back said Col. Devereux in his official report later. Corporal DeCastro received a testimonial of his gallantry on the spot, as follows: Headquarters 19TH regiment, Mass. Vols., Gettysburg, Pa., July 4, 1863. This will certify that Corporal Joseph DeCastro, Co. I, 19th regt. Mass Vols. in the attack of Pickett's division on Gibbon's Division, Second Corps, U. S. Army, on July 3rd, 1863, at Gettysburg, Pa., did capture the coloGettysburg, Pa., did capture the colors of the 14th regiment Va. Infantry, C. S. A., inscribed with their name and number, and did place same in my lands during the actual conflict. (Signed) A. F. Devereux, 19th Regt. Mass. Vols. W. A. Hill Adjt., 19th Regt. Mass. Vols. A true copy. Corp. DeCastro's further reward was one of the four special medals struck by order of the Secretary of War for extraordinary gallant conduct. A private of Co. F, captured a rebel color and staff, and passed it to Major Rice, who being
Norman J. Hall (search for this): chapter 30
e throws himself, with reckless courage, in front of them to face the storm and beg, threaten and command. They are obliged to fall back upon the second line. Hall's right, overlapped, has to sag back, swaying to the rear because of the pressure, but swaying forward again as the ocean surges against a rock. Regimental organization is lost, ranks are eight or ten deep,—pushing struggling, refusing to yield, but almost impotent for good. A gap opens between Webb and Hall for a brief instant, at the time when there was a sudden lull in the firing of the cannon. Woodruff, Brown, Cushing, Rorty and every other commissioned officer, almost without excerk, and, in an instant more, from rear, right and left, at pistol range, these guns poured in an iron shower. Webb's brigade came charging down. The remainder of Hall's brigade rushed down upon the left. It cleared its front. Downward to the wall they forced the rebels back and for another twenty minutes, with ball and steel a
Mallon (search for this): chapter 30
shirt, is yelling down his line and a regiment of Ewell's corps, entangled with his force, passes captive to the rear. Mallon! We must move! shouts Col. Devereux to his friend, the commander of the Forty-Second New York. Just then a headlong russsion to move his regiment to right and to the front, where the line had broken. I granted it, and his regiment, and Colonel Mallon's 42d New York volunteers, on his right, proceeded there at once. Shouting in a characteristic manner—Now, men, fs horse falls dead and Hunt bounds to his feet, firing his pistols in the very faces of the yelling foe. Meanwhile, Col. Mallon has sprung forward to his men and instantly the Nineteenth Massachusetts and the Forty-Second New York are moving sideed everywhere, most of the men of the Nineteenth gathered about its colors, thus, in a measure, holding its identity. Col. Mallon and the Forty-Second New York had by this time wrapped around the right of the grove a little. The opposing lines wer
Gallant Alexander Hayes (search for this): chapter 30
n lull in the firing of the cannon. Woodruff, Brown, Cushing, Rorty and every other commissioned officer, almost without exception, of their respective batteries is dead or disabled. Gen. Gibbon, commanding the division is also wounded. Gallant Alex. Hayes, stripped to his shirt, is yelling down his line and a regiment of Ewell's corps, entangled with his force, passes captive to the rear. Mallon! We must move! shouts Col. Devereux to his friend, the commander of the Forty-Second New Yorene like this! The gallant Vermont brigade closed in upon the right flank of the great column in front. Woodruff advanced his battery far out upon the plain in front of Howard's corps and opened fire upon their left rear. Hancock had fallen, Hayes and Gibbon both were wounded. Brave Webb called out to Charge! Suddenly in the midst of the awful carnage, the National color of the Nineteenth Massachusetts was seen to fall, but it was instantly raised in the hands of Lieut. Moses Shackley,
Ewell (search for this): chapter 30
en deep,—pushing struggling, refusing to yield, but almost impotent for good. A gap opens between Webb and Hall for a brief instant, at the time when there was a sudden lull in the firing of the cannon. Woodruff, Brown, Cushing, Rorty and every other commissioned officer, almost without exception, of their respective batteries is dead or disabled. Gen. Gibbon, commanding the division is also wounded. Gallant Alex. Hayes, stripped to his shirt, is yelling down his line and a regiment of Ewell's corps, entangled with his force, passes captive to the rear. Mallon! We must move! shouts Col. Devereux to his friend, the commander of the Forty-Second New York. Just then a headlong rush of horses' feet, spurred to the utmost, comes up the hollow from behind, from the direction of Baltimore Pike. There, looking the very embodiment of the God of War rides Hancock the Superb. He nearly tramples upon the men of the Nineteenth. His horse is thrown upon his haunches and just then Col.
Arthur F. Devereux (search for this): chapter 30
s gallantry on the spot, as follows: Headquarters 19TH regiment, Mass. Vols., Gettysburg, Pa., July 4, 1863. This will certify that Corporal Joseph DeCastro, Co. I, 19th regt. Mass Vols. in the attack of Pickett's division on Gibbon's Division, Second Corps, U. S. Army, on July 3rd, 1863, at Gettysburg, Pa., did capture the colors of the 14th regiment Va. Infantry, C. S. A., inscribed with their name and number, and did place same in my lands during the actual conflict. (Signed) A. F. Devereux, 19th Regt. Mass. Vols. W. A. Hill Adjt., 19th Regt. Mass. Vols. A true copy. Corp. DeCastro's further reward was one of the four special medals struck by order of the Secretary of War for extraordinary gallant conduct. A private of Co. F, captured a rebel color and staff, and passed it to Major Rice, who being wounded, was passing to the rear. Major Rice used the staff as a cane and on arriving at the Field Hospital gave it into the hands of General Hancock, who was lyi
Philip Hunt (search for this): chapter 30
a characteristic manner—Now, men, forward! Now's your chance. Get up and go at them!—Gen. Hancock shoots like an arrow past the men, and a moment afterward receives a wound which sweeps him from the saddle and nearly costs him his life. Brave Hunt gallops furiously past the front of Webb's Brigade toward the clump of trees, intent upon recovering the abandoned guns. Just at the line his horse falls dead and Hunt bounds to his feet, firing his pistols in the very faces of the yelling foe. Hunt bounds to his feet, firing his pistols in the very faces of the yelling foe. Meanwhile, Col. Mallon has sprung forward to his men and instantly the Nineteenth Massachusetts and the Forty-Second New York are moving side by side at a run. The Nineteenth Massachusetts, trained from its inception in a discipline as stern as that of Cromwell's Ironsides, is material upon which reliance in such an emergency can be placed. With it is the Forty-Second New York which has served by its side in the same brigade, in the camp, on the march and on the battle field from Ball's Bl
William F. Rice (search for this): chapter 30
gh. The heroic regiment pauses an instant to gather breath and then, with a furious bound, goes on to the second line. As the men break through the first line, Maj. Rice is in front. With a cry Follow me, boys! he dashes forward and is the first man to come into contact with the second line. He is severely wounded through the cial medals struck by order of the Secretary of War for extraordinary gallant conduct. A private of Co. F, captured a rebel color and staff, and passed it to Major Rice, who being wounded, was passing to the rear. Major Rice used the staff as a cane and on arriving at the Field Hospital gave it into the hands of General HancocMajor Rice used the staff as a cane and on arriving at the Field Hospital gave it into the hands of General Hancock, who was lying in an ambulance at the hospital. Although organizations were more or less broken up and confusion reigned everywhere, most of the men of the Nineteenth gathered about its colors, thus, in a measure, holding its identity. Col. Mallon and the Forty-Second New York had by this time wrapped around the right of the
Alexander S. Webb (search for this): chapter 30
ng the little oak grove in front of which, behind a stone-wall, lies Webb's brigade of Pennsylvanians. The advancing columns close in on thn mass in the endeavor to regain their formation. It is seen that Webb cannot firmly hold his men against the shock of that fierce charge, using to yield, but almost impotent for good. A gap opens between Webb and Hall for a brief instant, at the time when there was a sudden luosts him his life. Brave Hunt gallops furiously past the front of Webb's Brigade toward the clump of trees, intent upon recovering the abanght and left, at pistol range, these guns poured in an iron shower. Webb's brigade came charging down. The remainder of Hall's brigade rushework. A rebel color bearer came out between the trees in front of Webb and placed his battle flag upon one of Cushing's guns,— and fell dear. Hancock had fallen, Hayes and Gibbon both were wounded. Brave Webb called out to Charge! Suddenly in the midst of the awful carnage, t
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