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New Hampshire (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
lavery and demonstrated the desirability of its nonextension. However, I said but little about politics, yet once in a while in conversation with a companion I did let my sentiments be known. When we first went into quarters the room to which I was assigned was in what was called the Old South Barracks, a very large room without alcoves. There were four separate iron bedsteads and four iron tables, with other meager furniture for four cadets. My mates were Thomas J. Treadwell, from New Hampshire, a student of Dartmouth; Levi R. Brown, from Maine, my own State; and Henry M. Lazell, of Massachusetts. No young men were ever more studious or more desirous to get a fair standing in the institution than we. The only single room on the same floor had been at one time used as a light prison, and this room was occupied by a cadet of the third class by the name of Elmer S. Otis. He had done some foolish thing while in the camp which the majority of his class condemned. There was no
Maine (Maine, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
ks, a very large room without alcoves. There were four separate iron bedsteads and four iron tables, with other meager furniture for four cadets. My mates were Thomas J. Treadwell, from New Hampshire, a student of Dartmouth; Levi R. Brown, from Maine, my own State; and Henry M. Lazell, of Massachusetts. No young men were ever more studious or more desirous to get a fair standing in the institution than we. The only single room on the same floor had been at one time used as a light prison, These and other visits gave us glimpses of home life that we very much needed while cadets. I also became quite intimate with two of my classmates. One was Cadet Charles G. Sawtelle, the other fis roommate, John T. Greble. Sawtelle was from Maine, and we were naturally thrown together, and through him I became associated with Greble. The latter belonged to a large Philadelphia family. Father, mother, and sisters often paid him visits. They invited me to see them at the hotel whenever t
Savannah (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
es would recite several pages word for word. How they could so memorize in the limited time given to preparation for the next day's recitation was a mystery to me. However, I could give the meaning in my own terms and obtained fairly good marks. I enjoyed the study of international law and never forgot the principles which were then learned. Even without books, when in the field, I could have decided most questions that arose involving our relations with other nations, as at Atlanta and Savannah; but I do not think that any of us could have equaled Sherman in his thorough mastery of that study. He never forgot what he once learned. Those of our class who were able to systematize and seize upon the principles of any study were in the end able to retain the knowledge. The recitations at first of those who memorized were seemingly the best, but on the final examinations, after a month or more had elapsed, those who memorized were not so proficient. Many officers fail with large
Cold Spring, N. Y. (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
as just open for guests. The Hudson River Railroad had its depot in Clhambers Street and the cars were taken in and out of the city from that point by horses. There was substantially no city above Forty-second Street. The first time I stayed overnight in New York proper, I had a room in the old Washington Hotel near Bowling Green. The Astor House was at that time in best repute as a family hotel. On August 26th I took the Hudson River Railway and after a two hours run was left at Cold Spring, a small New York village just above West Point. Here again I counted myself very fortunate in meeting an officer of the army, Captain E. Kirby Smith. He was dressed in citizen's clothes and was on his way to the Military Academy. Two flat-bottomed rowboats were found at the wharf just at the foot of the main street. Captain Smith being my guide, I got my trunk on board one of them. He and I seated ourselves in the stern and a single oarsman began to row us, a distance of a mile and a
Broadway (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
graduation caused the vacancy which I filled. He gave me some very wholesome suggestions and I saw at once that it would not do to appear there with a silk hat or a cane. I found that they called a freshman a plebe and that I should not escape the hazing process whatever might be my character, my age, or previous experience. New York City, now visited for the first time, was much enjoyed. I had relatives in Brooklyn and remained a few days with them. The old omnibuses were running on Broadway, and at times every day the street was blocked with them, so that nothing could pass one way or the other till a gradual clearing was had under the direction of the police. The St. Nicholas Iotel, said to be much needed, was just open for guests. The Hudson River Railroad had its depot in Clhambers Street and the cars were taken in and out of the city from that point by horses. There was substantially no city above Forty-second Street. The first time I stayed overnight in New York pr
Massachusetts (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
, yet once in a while in conversation with a companion I did let my sentiments be known. When we first went into quarters the room to which I was assigned was in what was called the Old South Barracks, a very large room without alcoves. There were four separate iron bedsteads and four iron tables, with other meager furniture for four cadets. My mates were Thomas J. Treadwell, from New Hampshire, a student of Dartmouth; Levi R. Brown, from Maine, my own State; and Henry M. Lazell, of Massachusetts. No young men were ever more studious or more desirous to get a fair standing in the institution than we. The only single room on the same floor had been at one time used as a light prison, and this room was occupied by a cadet of the third class by the name of Elmer S. Otis. He had done some foolish thing while in the camp which the majority of his class condemned. There was no criminality in it, but his comrades declared that no gentleman would do such a thing. A few of them sta
Bowling Green (Indiana, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
em, so that nothing could pass one way or the other till a gradual clearing was had under the direction of the police. The St. Nicholas Iotel, said to be much needed, was just open for guests. The Hudson River Railroad had its depot in Clhambers Street and the cars were taken in and out of the city from that point by horses. There was substantially no city above Forty-second Street. The first time I stayed overnight in New York proper, I had a room in the old Washington Hotel near Bowling Green. The Astor House was at that time in best repute as a family hotel. On August 26th I took the Hudson River Railway and after a two hours run was left at Cold Spring, a small New York village just above West Point. Here again I counted myself very fortunate in meeting an officer of the army, Captain E. Kirby Smith. He was dressed in citizen's clothes and was on his way to the Military Academy. Two flat-bottomed rowboats were found at the wharf just at the foot of the main street. C
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
me of my mates would recite several pages word for word. How they could so memorize in the limited time given to preparation for the next day's recitation was a mystery to me. However, I could give the meaning in my own terms and obtained fairly good marks. I enjoyed the study of international law and never forgot the principles which were then learned. Even without books, when in the field, I could have decided most questions that arose involving our relations with other nations, as at Atlanta and Savannah; but I do not think that any of us could have equaled Sherman in his thorough mastery of that study. He never forgot what he once learned. Those of our class who were able to systematize and seize upon the principles of any study were in the end able to retain the knowledge. The recitations at first of those who memorized were seemingly the best, but on the final examinations, after a month or more had elapsed, those who memorized were not so proficient. Many officers fai
Vermont (Vermont, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
g their minds with the detail. There were many things about my last year as a cadet which were very pleasant. Being the cadet quartermaster I was relieved from the irksome part of military duty and had more time for study during call to quarters, and was more at leisure to extend my acquaintanceship to the families of the garrison. I think now that I had become quite a favorite in the social circle made up of the professors' and officers' families. Henry W. Closson, a classmate from Vermont, who was retired as a colonel of artillery, became my favorite companion. lie was a poet and very quick-witted. He and I exchanged confidences, read books together, and made visits in each other's company. Closson was small of stature, with light hair, of pale complexion, and had as finely formed a head as if it had been chiseled from marble by the best of sculptors. One lady with her two little children always took my friend's attention. She was beautiful and especially so in her lit
West Point (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.5
pter 4: cadet at the United States Military Academy It was after the middle of August, 1850, when I left my home for West Point. I had my trunk packed with those things that were required in the way of underclothing, but as the uniform, whatever I took the Hudson River Railway and after a two hours run was left at Cold Spring, a small New York village just above West Point. Here again I counted myself very fortunate in meeting an officer of the army, Captain E. Kirby Smith. He was dressedtendent, Captain Brewerton, was a tall military man dressed in the uniform of the corps of engineers. Every officer at West Point was in uniform, and every cadet also. The cadet's dress consisted of the well-known gray coat, with the tail so short This feud, for it became one, entered into the following summer encampment and for a time I confess that my life at West Point was wretched. Several of those who were opposed to me became cadet officers and they gave me reports with demerit on e
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