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Rome, Ga. (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
tor of The Picayune.: I send you a few incidents of the life of General Pat. Cleburne, which I have never seen in print, and which may be of interest to your many readers and the members of his old division. General Cleburne was a gallant soldier, a hard fighter, always kind and courteous to his men, who almost worshipped him, and who believed old Pat could whip all creation. In the fall of 1864, Cleburne's division was thrown with a portion of the army across the Coosa river, above Rome, Ga., and started across the mountains of North Georgia to the railroad leading to Atlanta. We were cut off from our supply trains, and had to live off the country through which we passed. Apples, chestnuts, and persimmons were plenty, so we did pretty well. Strict orders had been issued that we must not depredate upon private property. One morning on leaving camp, General Granbury's brigade led the column. I was badly crippled from sore feet and could not keep up with the command, so, on
Comanche (Texas, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
Anecdotes of General Cleburne. [from the New Orleans Picayeune, July 2, 1893.] Comanche, Texas, June 12, 1893. Editor of The Picayune.: I send you a few incidents of the life of General Pat. Cleburne, which I have never seen in print, and which may be of interest to your many readers and the members of his old division. General Cleburne was a gallant soldier, a hard fighter, always kind and courteous to his men, who almost worshipped him, and who believed old Pat could whip all creation. In the fall of 1864, Cleburne's division was thrown with a portion of the army across the Coosa river, above Rome, Ga., and started across the mountains of North Georgia to the railroad leading to Atlanta. We were cut off from our supply trains, and had to live off the country through which we passed. Apples, chestnuts, and persimmons were plenty, so we did pretty well. Strict orders had been issued that we must not depredate upon private property. One morning on leaving camp, Ge
Tennessee (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
l, and said: General, we have some nice, fat beef cooking, and it is about done; come and eat dinner with us. Well, he replied, it does smell good. I believe I will. He sat down on a log, one of the boys took a nice piece of beef from the fire, another hunted a pone of corn bread and handed it to him. The General ate quite heartily, thanked us for the dinner, took out his cob pipe, filled it and began to smoke, chatting pleasantly with us, asking what we thought of our position, and if we thought we could whip the fight, if we had one, and then passed on down the line, while we cheered him. How could we help admiring him? Had he lived and the war continued, he was bound to have risen to great distinction as an officer. He and General Granbury were killed near the breastworks at the battle of Franklin, Tennessee, and the Confederacy lost two of her best officers. T. O. Moore, Company F, Seventh Texas Volunteer Infantry, Granbuzy's Brigade, Cleburne's Division, Army of Tennessee.
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
ts of the life of General Pat. Cleburne, which I have never seen in print, and which may be of interest to your many readers and the members of his old division. General Cleburne was a gallant soldier, a hard fighter, always kind and courteous to his men, who almost worshipped him, and who believed old Pat could whip all creation. In the fall of 1864, Cleburne's division was thrown with a portion of the army across the Coosa river, above Rome, Ga., and started across the mountains of North Georgia to the railroad leading to Atlanta. We were cut off from our supply trains, and had to live off the country through which we passed. Apples, chestnuts, and persimmons were plenty, so we did pretty well. Strict orders had been issued that we must not depredate upon private property. One morning on leaving camp, General Granbury's brigade led the column. I was badly crippled from sore feet and could not keep up with the command, so, on this particular morning, had special permission
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
vision was thrown with a portion of the army across the Coosa river, above Rome, Ga., and started across the mountains of North Georgia to the railroad leading to Atlanta. We were cut off from our supply trains, and had to live off the country through which we passed. Apples, chestnuts, and persimmons were plenty, so we did pretho had stolen the apples carry a rail for a mile or two. Old Pat enjoyed the thing as much as did his men. On this same raid we struck the railroad leading to Atlanta, and orders were given to destroy the same. One evening General Cleburne ordered Granbury's Brigade out to help do the work. We were strung along the track as nworked a good part of the night destroying the road, which did but little good, however, as the boys in blue soon fixed it up again. During the campaign around Atlanta our company was out on picket. Just before we were relieved in the morning our company killed a fat cow, and we managed to bring a quarter into camp. As we were
Coosa River (Alabama, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
June 12, 1893. Editor of The Picayune.: I send you a few incidents of the life of General Pat. Cleburne, which I have never seen in print, and which may be of interest to your many readers and the members of his old division. General Cleburne was a gallant soldier, a hard fighter, always kind and courteous to his men, who almost worshipped him, and who believed old Pat could whip all creation. In the fall of 1864, Cleburne's division was thrown with a portion of the army across the Coosa river, above Rome, Ga., and started across the mountains of North Georgia to the railroad leading to Atlanta. We were cut off from our supply trains, and had to live off the country through which we passed. Apples, chestnuts, and persimmons were plenty, so we did pretty well. Strict orders had been issued that we must not depredate upon private property. One morning on leaving camp, General Granbury's brigade led the column. I was badly crippled from sore feet and could not keep up with t
Granbury (search for this): chapter 1.23
depredate upon private property. One morning on leaving camp, General Granbury's brigade led the column. I was badly crippled from sore feetde. I was trudging along the best I could just in the rear of General Granbury's horse, when I saw down the road General Cleburne sittting on who looked as mean as they well could look. As we drew near, General Granbury saluted General Cleburne, who in his turn said: General GranbuGeneral Granbury, I am peddling apples to-day. General Granbury said: How are you selling them, General? General Cleburne replied: These gentlemen (pointiGeneral Granbury said: How are you selling them, General? General Cleburne replied: These gentlemen (pointing to the web-feet, who had stolen the apples) have been very kind. They have gathered the apples for me and charged nothing. I will give the given to destroy the same. One evening General Cleburne ordered Granbury's Brigade out to help do the work. We were strung along the trackound to have risen to great distinction as an officer. He and General Granbury were killed near the breastworks at the battle of Franklin, Te
T. O. Moore (search for this): chapter 1.23
al, and said: General, we have some nice, fat beef cooking, and it is about done; come and eat dinner with us. Well, he replied, it does smell good. I believe I will. He sat down on a log, one of the boys took a nice piece of beef from the fire, another hunted a pone of corn bread and handed it to him. The General ate quite heartily, thanked us for the dinner, took out his cob pipe, filled it and began to smoke, chatting pleasantly with us, asking what we thought of our position, and if we thought we could whip the fight, if we had one, and then passed on down the line, while we cheered him. How could we help admiring him? Had he lived and the war continued, he was bound to have risen to great distinction as an officer. He and General Granbury were killed near the breastworks at the battle of Franklin, Tennessee, and the Confederacy lost two of her best officers. T. O. Moore, Company F, Seventh Texas Volunteer Infantry, Granbuzy's Brigade, Cleburne's Division, Army of Tennessee.
Patrick Cleburne (search for this): chapter 1.23
Anecdotes of General Cleburne. [from the New Orleans Picayeune, July 2, 1893.] Comanche, Tend you a few incidents of the life of General Pat. Cleburne, which I have never seen in print, anders and the members of his old division. General Cleburne was a gallant soldier, a hard fighter, alld whip all creation. In the fall of 1864, Cleburne's division was thrown with a portion of the aranbury's horse, when I saw down the road General Cleburne sittting on the top of a rail fence smokiAs we drew near, General Granbury saluted General Cleburne, who in his turn said: General Granbury, said: How are you selling them, General? General Cleburne replied: These gentlemen (pointing to theng for old Pat. When the apples gave out, General Cleburne made each man who had stolen the apples ce given to destroy the same. One evening General Cleburne ordered Granbury's Brigade out to help doas near together as we well could stand. General Cleburne then got out in front and said: Attention[1 more...]
Granbuzy (search for this): chapter 1.23
al, and said: General, we have some nice, fat beef cooking, and it is about done; come and eat dinner with us. Well, he replied, it does smell good. I believe I will. He sat down on a log, one of the boys took a nice piece of beef from the fire, another hunted a pone of corn bread and handed it to him. The General ate quite heartily, thanked us for the dinner, took out his cob pipe, filled it and began to smoke, chatting pleasantly with us, asking what we thought of our position, and if we thought we could whip the fight, if we had one, and then passed on down the line, while we cheered him. How could we help admiring him? Had he lived and the war continued, he was bound to have risen to great distinction as an officer. He and General Granbury were killed near the breastworks at the battle of Franklin, Tennessee, and the Confederacy lost two of her best officers. T. O. Moore, Company F, Seventh Texas Volunteer Infantry, Granbuzy's Brigade, Cleburne's Division, Army of Tennessee.
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