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Fredericktown (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
o his home at Culpeper or to Richmond, and I was ordered to report to Major-General Hill for duty, while one of the regimental commissaries was ordered to report to General Branch in my stead. Out of this movement against the enemy the Second Manassas and Maryland campaign developed in rapid succession, and I found myself loaded with the responsibility of providing for a family of about fifteen thousand, and daily widening the distance between us and our base of supplies. It was near Fredericktown that another ocurrence of misidentity led to the discomfiture of the misidentifier. We were breaking camp at early dawn—in fact, before dawn. Our wagons, with the headquarter wagon driver by a noble son of the Emerald Isle, were to take the lead on the road. The General was in his ambulance, probably intending to take his saddle at daylight. The ambulance driver wanted to pass the headquarter wagon, and the Irish driver of the wagon, being a little contrary, would not move out of the
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
nto trouble by the absence of three stars. Another teamster's Blunder. The wagon train was crossing a stream, and a teamster was belaboring his mules with all his might to keep them from drinking. The General's horse was drinking near by, and General Hill told the teamster to stop beating the mules so unmercifully. The muledriver invited him to attend to his own business, as he himself proposed to do as he pleased with his team. His surprise was as great as McClellan's or Pope's at Jackson's rear movements, when he felt the sharp raps of General Hill's rapier on his back applied with the vigor of an experienced hand. He, too, begged the General's pardon. I would not be understood as intimating that these things occurred by design of the General, or that he purposely moved around incognito. By no means. It was his consideration of comfort that led him to leave off his coat. Nothing else. His apology. When General Miles surrendered at Harper's Ferry, he was dresse
Cedar Mountain (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
aluted and said: Good morning, General, and exchanged a few words with the party and continued on. The sergeant said in a subdued tone: Didn't you call that man General? I said: Yes; that is General Hill. To this he said he'd be dad burned if that wasn't the courier that told him to move the train forward. And so it was; but the General knew the sergeant did not recognize him and gave the order accordingly. A lesson to Pat. When at Gordonsville, before the engagement at Cedar Mountain, Major E. B. Hill, brother of the General, and commissary of the division, was taken sick and was sent up to his home at Culpeper or to Richmond, and I was ordered to report to Major-General Hill for duty, while one of the regimental commissaries was ordered to report to General Branch in my stead. Out of this movement against the enemy the Second Manassas and Maryland campaign developed in rapid succession, and I found myself loaded with the responsibility of providing for a family
Harper's Ferry (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
a member of his military family during the First Maryland campaign, which, as is well known, included the capture of Harper's Ferry with about ten thousand Federal troops, together with immense supplies and arms, and closed with the terrific engageme ambulance, which now had all the way that Pat could possibly give it. How he served a non-combatant. While at Harper's Ferry I went to his office in an upper room where he was paroling the prisoners for instructions as to the distribution of him. Broke his sword over him. At Sharpsburg he arrived late in the engagement because of a forced march from Harper's Ferry, crossing at Boteler's ford, near Shepherdstown. While hurrying to take position on the line he encountered a second of comfort that led him to leave off his coat. Nothing else. His apology. When General Miles surrendered at Harper's Ferry, he was dressed so fine and Hill so plainly, that Miles apologized for his good clothes, saying he expected to meet s
Sharpsburg (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
cluded the capture of Harper's Ferry with about ten thousand Federal troops, together with immense supplies and arms, and closed with the terrific engagement at Sharpsburg, as we called it, or Antietam, as the Federals have it. As I prefer, at this distant day, to deal with the more pleasing features of the struggle, I will give head of the stairs and started him down with all the momentum a vigorous kick from his military boot would impart to him. Broke his sword over him. At Sharpsburg he arrived late in the engagement because of a forced march from Harper's Ferry, crossing at Boteler's ford, near Shepherdstown. While hurrying to take positiot) about December 1, 1862. At this time I was relieved of duty by the return of Major Hill, and went back to my brigade, which had lost its beloved Branch at Sharpsburg, and was now under command of Brigadier-General James H. Lane, who had earned his promotion while in command of the Twenty-eighth North Carolina, one of the reg
Fredericksburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
nd. General Prince said: General, the fortunes of war have thrown me in your hands. Hill with impetuosity said: D——n the fortunes of war, General; get to the rear; you are in danger here. Hill's duties required him to undergo the exposure, but he could not bear the idea of having even an enemy unnecessarily exposed. Breaking camp at Castleman's Ferry, in November, we moved up the Valley, crossed the Blue Ridge by the turnpike from Newmarket to Gordonsville, and marched toward Fredericksburg, which we reached (or the vicinity of it) about December 1, 1862. At this time I was relieved of duty by the return of Major Hill, and went back to my brigade, which had lost its beloved Branch at Sharpsburg, and was now under command of Brigadier-General James H. Lane, who had earned his promotion while in command of the Twenty-eighth North Carolina, one of the regiments of that hard-fought brigade. Closing incidents. The battle of Fredericksburg passed and so did the winter, w
Loudoun Heights (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
de it devolved upon General Hill to cover the retreat. How well he did so, and with what terrible loss to the troops who attempted to cross in pursuit, is no part of the object of this writing, but is a thrilling page in the history of that notable campaign. From there we moved out to Bunker's Hill, on the Valley turnpike between Winchester and Martinsburg, and from there to a point near Castleman's Ferry, which is on the road to Snicker's Gap in the Blue Ridge mountains, not far from Loudoun Heights. Here a good long rest was enjoyed, and we all did well on an issue of rations that I have never seen equaled in variety. For over thirty days my abstracts were complete in three columns—to wit: Flour, fresh beef, salt. Once on one of the marches to this place another teamster fell into trouble by the absence of three stars. Another teamster's Blunder. The wagon train was crossing a stream, and a teamster was belaboring his mules with all his might to keep them from drinking. T
Hermitage (Missouri, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
ieutenant-General A. P. Hill. [from the Richmond Dispatch, July 26, August 2, 1891]. Some Reminiscences of the famous Virginia Commander——Curious Mistakes growing out of the absence of his insignia of Rank—Teamsters' blunders Reproved with Vigor—The First burial of his remains. Having seen an account of the removal of the remains of Lieutenant-General A. P. Hill from Hollywood cemetery to the site of the monument erected to his memory at the intersection of Laburnam avenue and the Hermitage road, about two miles north of Richmond, my mind was naturally drawn to the career of that gallant officer in the war for Southern independence. It was my fortune to be a member of his military family during the First Maryland campaign, which, as is well known, included the capture of Harper's Ferry with about ten thousand Federal troops, together with immense supplies and arms, and closed with the terrific engagement at Sharpsburg, as we called it, or Antietam, as the Federals have i
Newmarket, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
where the minnie balls were flying briskly around. General Prince said: General, the fortunes of war have thrown me in your hands. Hill with impetuosity said: D——n the fortunes of war, General; get to the rear; you are in danger here. Hill's duties required him to undergo the exposure, but he could not bear the idea of having even an enemy unnecessarily exposed. Breaking camp at Castleman's Ferry, in November, we moved up the Valley, crossed the Blue Ridge by the turnpike from Newmarket to Gordonsville, and marched toward Fredericksburg, which we reached (or the vicinity of it) about December 1, 1862. At this time I was relieved of duty by the return of Major Hill, and went back to my brigade, which had lost its beloved Branch at Sharpsburg, and was now under command of Brigadier-General James H. Lane, who had earned his promotion while in command of the Twenty-eighth North Carolina, one of the regiments of that hard-fought brigade. Closing incidents. The battle
Bunker Hill (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
mmand crouching behind a tree. His indignation was so wrought up that he took the lieutenant's sword and broke it over him. A thrilling page. On the withdrawal of the Confederates to the Virginia side it devolved upon General Hill to cover the retreat. How well he did so, and with what terrible loss to the troops who attempted to cross in pursuit, is no part of the object of this writing, but is a thrilling page in the history of that notable campaign. From there we moved out to Bunker's Hill, on the Valley turnpike between Winchester and Martinsburg, and from there to a point near Castleman's Ferry, which is on the road to Snicker's Gap in the Blue Ridge mountains, not far from Loudoun Heights. Here a good long rest was enjoyed, and we all did well on an issue of rations that I have never seen equaled in variety. For over thirty days my abstracts were complete in three columns—to wit: Flour, fresh beef, salt. Once on one of the marches to this place another teamster fell i
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