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Kalamazoo (Michigan, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
ered by Major S. (for he rose to that rank), and later General Hampton acknowledged it by letter, assuring Major S. that it had given him great gratification, and since he had received it he could only regard the failure of his pistol to fire with a deep sense of gratitude to Him in whose hands are the balance of life and death. In reply to an inquiry to Hampton, Major S. wrote that the name of the rollicking rifleman was Frank Pearson; that he was but nineteen years old at the time of the duel; that the pistol ball had wounded him a few inches above the wrist, and that he was mustered out of service at the close of the war as lieutenant, and was a successful farmer living near Kalamazoo, Mich. Subsequently General Hampton received a letter from Mr. Pearson himself, in which he assured the General that he was glad he had missed him, and the General responded that he was very sorry that he had wounded Private Pearson. T. J. Mackey. [From the Bristol Courier, of September 14, 1893.]
Atlanta (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
Hampton's duel on the battle-field at Gettysburg with a Federal soldier. [from the Atlanta, Ga., Constitution, June 1, 1894.] In the breaking dawn of July 2, 1863, 4,000 cavalrymen sat in silence upon their horses on the extreme left of the Confederate battle line at Gettysburg. The field in their front was curtained with a heavy mist, as if kindly nature had sought to veil the appalling traces of the tragedy there enacted. It had been sown with shot and bladed thick with steel on the previous afternoon, and the harvest of death was ungathered, lying in winnows along the ghastly furrows that had been cut by the red ploughshare of war. The infantry line stretched far away to the right, and their gray uniforms, blending with the hazy atmosphere, gave them a very shadowy appearance. Many of the regiments were indeed but shadows of what they had been at noon on the preceding day. Some were in line without even one commissioned officer, and others with but the normal strength
United States (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
to find out the early bird of the sharpshooters who thus broke upon the quiet of the morning with his shrill note of battle. When he had ridden about one hundred and seventy-five yards at a right oblique he came to a high stake-and-rider rail-fence. Looking to the front he saw, standing on a large stump, some four of five feet in height, a soldier, whose blue coat bound with orange-colored braid, and pantaloons with stripes of the same color on the outer seams, indicated that he was a United States Cavalryman. He seemed to be what the Scots term a braw lad, and, although not engaged in a political campaign, had taken the stump, doubtless that he might get a better view of the Confederate troops on the elevated plateau south of the woods. The contour of the ground hid General Hampton from his command when he halted at the fence. As he drew his pistol the quick-eyed skirmisher saw him, and they both fired at the same instant. The ball from the soldiers' rifled carbine splintere
Brandy Station (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
as if to say to his adversary: Wait a bit, I'll soon be with you, and then drew his wiping rod, and, after driving out the stuck cartridge, took a piece of rag from his pocket, and, wetting it with his tongue, attached it to the slit in the rod, and deliberately cleaned out his carbine. The delay sorely taxed the patience of Hampton, as it would that of any gentleman who was kept waiting to be shot at. But he was as incapable of taking an unfair advantage of his enemy then as he was at Brandy-Station, where, during the fiercest cavalry engagement of the war, he dashed up to a Federal colonel to cut him down, but seeing that his sword arm was disabled, saluted him instead, and passed on to seek another foe. The high-roosting cock of the woods soon relieved him by again opening fire, but at Hampton's return shot the carbine fell from his grasp, and he jumped down, and, after picking it up with his left hand, retired to the rear. At that moment General Hampton received a blow on
Hampton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
Hampton's duel on the battle-field at Gettysburg with a Federal soldier. [from the Atlanta, Ga., Constitution, June 1, 1894.] In the breaking dawn of July 2, 1863, 4,000 cavalrymen sat in silence upon their horses on the extreme left of the Confederate battle line at Gettysburg. The field in their front was curtained witand flinging out the empty shell put in a fresh cartridge. Zzza close call. Again the reports of the carbine and pistol blended, and a bullet passed through Hampton's gray cavalry cape, grazing his right breast. The soldier then inserted a third cartridge, but could not close the breech of his rifle, the trouble evidently d arm was disabled, saluted him instead, and passed on to seek another foe. The high-roosting cock of the woods soon relieved him by again opening fire, but at Hampton's return shot the carbine fell from his grasp, and he jumped down, and, after picking it up with his left hand, retired to the rear. At that moment General Ham
Mecklenburg (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
ry K. Burgwyn, Jr., who commanded it, and all the remaining field officers were killed. Capt. H. C. Albright, who took command of it after the battle, was its only commissioned officer left unwounded. Company H, of the same regiment, went in with eighty-four men and three officers, and came out with but one man standing upon his feet, all the others having been killed or wounded. I knew the sole unstricken survivor well. He was Private John Secrest, a robust young farmer of Mecklenburg county, North Carolina, and I regret to state that, instead of being grateful to Providence for having plucked him as a brand from the burning, he grumbled loudly over the loss of one of his shoes, torn from his foot by a grapeshot that struck the heel while he was falling back in good order. Zzzcavalry Commander. The fifty squadrons of horses that were awaiting orders in a dreamy half sleep were commanded by Brigadier-General Wade Hampton. He was the beau-ideal of a cavalry commander; of tall
Wade Hampton (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
term a braw lad, and, although not engaged in a political campaign, had taken the stump, doubtless that he might get a better view of the Confederate troops on the elevated plateau south of the woods. The contour of the ground hid General Hampton from his command when he halted at the fence. As he drew his pistol the quick-eyed skirmisher saw him, and they both fired at the same instant. The ball from the soldiers' rifled carbine splintered a rail near the horses head, and that from Wade Hampton's 44 calibre revolver made the bark fly from the stump. The duel was clearly irregular, as there were no seconds, and the principals were about one hundred and twenty-five yards apart, instead of fifteen or twenty paces, as prescribed by the code of honor, and they were unequally armed, although each was within fair range of the other's weapon. Hampton held his pistol muzzle up at a ready, and courteously waited on his antagonist, who threw back the lever of his carbine, and flinging ou
Providence, R. I. (Rhode Island, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.20
illed. Capt. H. C. Albright, who took command of it after the battle, was its only commissioned officer left unwounded. Company H, of the same regiment, went in with eighty-four men and three officers, and came out with but one man standing upon his feet, all the others having been killed or wounded. I knew the sole unstricken survivor well. He was Private John Secrest, a robust young farmer of Mecklenburg county, North Carolina, and I regret to state that, instead of being grateful to Providence for having plucked him as a brand from the burning, he grumbled loudly over the loss of one of his shoes, torn from his foot by a grapeshot that struck the heel while he was falling back in good order. Zzzcavalry Commander. The fifty squadrons of horses that were awaiting orders in a dreamy half sleep were commanded by Brigadier-General Wade Hampton. He was the beau-ideal of a cavalry commander; of tall, heroic form, a superb horseman, brave and enterprising without being rash, and
Zzzcavalry Commander (search for this): chapter 1.20
but one man standing upon his feet, all the others having been killed or wounded. I knew the sole unstricken survivor well. He was Private John Secrest, a robust young farmer of Mecklenburg county, North Carolina, and I regret to state that, instead of being grateful to Providence for having plucked him as a brand from the burning, he grumbled loudly over the loss of one of his shoes, torn from his foot by a grapeshot that struck the heel while he was falling back in good order. Zzzcavalry Commander. The fifty squadrons of horses that were awaiting orders in a dreamy half sleep were commanded by Brigadier-General Wade Hampton. He was the beau-ideal of a cavalry commander; of tall, heroic form, a superb horseman, brave and enterprising without being rash, and with daring always tempered by sound judgment. He was unquestionably the strongest man in the Confederate service, and the only one in either army who, enlisting as a private soldier, rose to the rank of lieutenant-gener
Frank Pearson (search for this): chapter 1.20
tude to Him in whose hands are the balance of life and death. In reply to an inquiry to Hampton, Major S. wrote that the name of the rollicking rifleman was Frank Pearson; that he was but nineteen years old at the time of the duel; that the pistol ball had wounded him a few inches above the wrist, and that he was mustered out of service at the close of the war as lieutenant, and was a successful farmer living near Kalamazoo, Mich. Subsequently General Hampton received a letter from Mr. Pearson himself, in which he assured the General that he was glad he had missed him, and the General responded that he was very sorry that he had wounded Private Pearson. Tful farmer living near Kalamazoo, Mich. Subsequently General Hampton received a letter from Mr. Pearson himself, in which he assured the General that he was glad he had missed him, and the General responded that he was very sorry that he had wounded Private Pearson. T. J. Mackey. [From the Bristol Courier, of September 14, 1893.]
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