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Dinwiddie Court House (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
is very spot stood the guns of the First New Hampshire and Tenth Massachusetts, Sunday morning, April 2nd, 1865, and shelled the two forts on Burgess' farm; and later our hearts thrilled with joy inexpressible to see the flag going over the works in the hands of Mott's division of the Second Corps. The rifle pits thrown up by this corps along the eastern side of the Boydton Road are still visible, but the last one disappears as we speed along and soon after high noon we have reached Dinwiddie Court House. Old Fort Stevenson. The Williams House was one of the many which came in the way of the Union lines in the movements of the army before Petersburg. The Sixth Corps built high breastworks near it. These the 2nd Corps occupied for a time. On the high ground in its rear the engineers decided to locate a fort, and Fort Stevenson, the largest and strongest fort in the line, was built As the Williams House screened its outlook it was pulled down. Seen in outline against the sky
Deep Bottom (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
was no relief, nothing but an incessant tramp. We sometimes met parties of Rebels on the way, who seemed much pleased at having taken so many of the Second Corps. I reckon we have got about all of Hancock's Butterflies, they would say. Go to Deep Bottom, and see! was the bitter rejoinder. This generally put an end to their questions. Several times we encountered officers who were looking for our gallant corps commander himself, the story having reached Petersburg that he was among the cae train of platform cars which were to take us to Richmond. To reach them we were obliged to march about three miles out, for the thirteen-inch mortar, the Dictator, which we had seen a month before on the City Point road as we came back from Deep Bottom, dropped its shells so neatly on the railroad just out of Petersburg that the track was impassable. We had watched the mortar practice at the Union end with pleasure and interest, and now, at the Rebel end, observed its effects. We were cr
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 23
spot where the fragments of the company camped that survived the battle of Reams Station. Fort Morton and Battery XIV. I drive to Hotel Gary from the Crater, resolved after dinner to locate old Fort Morton if possible. On reaching the vicinity, I call at the house of a gentleman whose farm covers much of the Union line. His name is R. F. Taylor. I am the fifth bearing that name to live on this spot, he informed me. You ask where Fort Morton stood. I think it stood where we now are. When your army established their lines here, the main line ran by my father's house, and a large foable land so I set to work carting it away. Yonder is a small corner of it. I think this was Fort Morton. He was correct, and the massive old earthwork whose mortars and 32s made such merry music hic had been wiped out. From this I easily located old Battery XIV, now tumbled in ruins, and overgrown with bushes and briars. The parapet between Battery XIV and Fort Morton had also been removed.
Staunton, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
ving Berryville, many of the prisoners became so footsore that they walked barefooted the rest of the journey. Many, too, began to be afflicted, first with constipation, and afterwards with chronic diarrhea, which ultimately caused the death of a large number. At Winchester they put us into an old building under a strong guard, where they issued a ration of wormy hard-tack to us, which we devoured, and then stretched ourselves upon the bare floor. From Winchester we were marched to Staunton, Va., and bivouacked on a high hill. Here they dealt us out a ration of mouldy hard-tack and a small piece of bacon,—a mite for starving men, but a God-send, small as it was, though crawling with animated nature. We remained at Staunton two or three days, when they marched us to the railroad station and packed some five hundred of us so closely into boxcars that we could scarcely raise our arms. A guard stood at each door ready to shoot or bayonet the first man who should attempt to esca
Hampton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
d knew nothing of it save by hearsay. The mill has disappeared and I have drained off the mill pond, he went on to say, in answer to my inquiries. Right down there, he continued, pointing to the low ground back of his barn, Gen. Hampton corralled those 3000 cattle he took from you. He turned them into our cornfield at night and in the morning not a leaf or stalk remained. There, pointing to a large tree perhaps half a mile away, and at some distance to the left of the White Oak Road, was Hampton's headquarters during the fight of the 27th. Our house was used as a hospital during the battle, the surgeons throwing the amputated legs and arms out of the windows. My brother was up in Petersburg that day and on his return at night he said he found our hogs running about with these fragments of human kind in their mouths. He says he found our father perfectly demented by the excitement of the hour and engaged in collecting in one vast, unassorted pile, knapsacks, blankets, overcoats,
South River (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
ges the other way. One morning, after we had come in from being counted, we found that three of our batterymen were missing; they had got separated from the rest of us, had been counted in with a lot to go South, and we never saw them again; they all died at Salisbury: Charles Green, Timothy G. Redfield, and Francis L. Macomber. One night, all of us that were left on the island, to the number of several hundred, were ordered out, and marched across the railroad bridge to where the cars bound South were standing. Looking around I saw that not a guard was in sight; it seemed as if it would be almost flying in the face of Providence not to attempt to escape, but in a few minutes came the joyful news that we were to be paroled. It seemed too good to be true, but true it was. After having had rations furnished us for the journey to the South, and while we were standing by the cars that were to take us, the orders were changed, and we were sent North instead. We took up the line of marc
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 23
seemed as if it would be almost flying in the face of Providence not to attempt to escape, but in a few minutes came the joyful news that we were to be paroled. It seemed too good to be true, but true it was. After having had rations furnished us for the journey to the South, and while we were standing by the cars that were to take us, the orders were changed, and we were sent North instead. We took up the line of march to Castle Thunder, and there took oath not to serve against the Confederate States (so called) until exchanged. This formality over, Major Turner asked if there was any one there who could write; hundreds at once stepped out. Two of us, Jas. S. Bailey and the present writer, were chosen, and we wrote all night long, taking names, rank, regiment, etc. In the morning early we got another ration of bread, and were packed on board a Rebel vessel, and taken down the James, past Fort Darling, to Varina Landing, where we went ashore. The river at this point makes a wide s
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
got separated from the rest of us, had been counted in with a lot to go South, and we never saw them again; they all died at Salisbury: Charles Green, Timothy G. Redfield, and Francis L. Macomber. One night, all of us that were left on the island, to the number of several hundred, were ordered out, and marched across the railroad bridge to where the cars bound South were standing. Looking around I saw that not a guard was in sight; it seemed as if it would be almost flying in the face of Providence not to attempt to escape, but in a few minutes came the joyful news that we were to be paroled. It seemed too good to be true, but true it was. After having had rations furnished us for the journey to the South, and while we were standing by the cars that were to take us, the orders were changed, and we were sent North instead. We took up the line of march to Castle Thunder, and there took oath not to serve against the Confederate States (so called) until exchanged. This formality over,
Belle Isle, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
nto Castle Thunder. Constant siftings were taking place from these prisons to make room for fresh arrivals. We four were amongst a squad they transferred to Belle Isle—a Paradise to the places we had been in, though not much better than a hog-pen, and with the appearance of having long been inhabited by that animal. lake every feigning sickness; and if ever we felt happy and grateful to our heavenly Father, it was when we were released from that sink of filthiness and fasting called Belle Isle. From there we were taken to Richmond, where we were confined for the night in Libby Prison. The next morning they packed us, as at Staunton, in box-cars, ligo down stairs even with our lightened bodies was a severe trial to the strength of our knee-joints. We were marched through the streets on that drizzly day to Belle Isle, and found it a far worse place than that which we had left, in most respects, although exposure to the sun was quite a luxury to us. The population of the isla
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 23
t the war, and he would take fire at once and forget everything else, and while he was telling us for the twentieth time, You uns had no business to come down here to fight we uns. If you uns had stayed where you belong there wouldn't have been any war, the others got all the news of the day from the negroes, and those who had money sent out by them to get things to eat. Sometimes the value of their money came back to them and sometimes not. In this way we learned the news of the fall of Atlanta and taunted the Georgian with it. He denied it as long as he could, and ended by drawing a pistol and commanding silence. After the sweepers had gone, the next excitement was the entrance of pompous Major Turner, Dick's brother, by whose orders we were formed in two ranks up and down the room while he counted us. What he would have done if he had found his birds short in number I can neither tell nor imagine. This brought us to about half-past 9, when we devoted ourselves for the next hal
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