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Blackwater Creek (Virginia, United States) (search for this): article 7
Quantrell's Exodus from Missouri--the Blount fight. A correspondent of the Texas Telegraph, who is contributing to that paper "Sketches of Quantrell's Men," gives the following account of the Blount affair, the fullest we have yet seen from a Confederate source: Towards the middle of September the guerillas reunited at Blackwater, and were ready in a few hours to leave the rendezvous for their march South. Cold nights and occasional frost had warned them to leave Missouri, and like poor houseless birds of passage, beaten by the pitiless storm, they sought a more genial clime, where the grass was green and Federals less numerous. Missouri would afford no shelter or safety after winter had set in; the bare and leafless forests no hiding places, and the pure driven snow would afford to the enemy the best means of tracking the hunted and hungry guerillas whenever they should leaves their holes in search of food. Outlawed by an order of General Blount, proscribed by every Yan
Missouri (Missouri, United States) (search for this): article 7
Quantrell's Exodus from Missouri--the Blount fight. A correspondent of the Texas Telegraph, who is contributing to that paper "Sketches of Quantrell's Men," gives the following account of the Blount affair, the fullest we have yet seen from a Confederate source: Towards the middle of September the guerillas reunited at Blackwater, and were ready in a few hours to leave the rendezvous for their march South. Cold nights and occasional frost had warned them to leave Missouri, and like poor houseless birds of passage, beaten by the pitiless storm, they sought a more genial clime, where the grass was green and Federals less numerous. Missouri woulMissouri would afford no shelter or safety after winter had set in; the bare and leafless forests no hiding places, and the pure driven snow would afford to the enemy the best means of tracking the hunted and hungry guerillas whenever they should leaves their holes in search of food. Outlawed by an order of General Blount, proscribed by every
Todd (search for this): article 7
ecting Pins and negroes, with a few Feds, came up to the advance guard of the guerillas, but the larger portion, not liking the "lay out," and scenting the danger, fled towards the fort, which Col. Quantrell had not yet discovered. About sixty of Todd's men, under the leadership of Lieut. Taylor, gave chase to the flying Federals, while the rest, under "Old Quant" and Todd, were dispatching the miscreants who remained. A few of the retreating Feds were overtaken and shot down, the others, moreTodd, were dispatching the miscreants who remained. A few of the retreating Feds were overtaken and shot down, the others, more fortunate, "levelled" themselves to reach a place of safety; and, all at once, Taylor came in full view of a strong fort, surrounded with breastworks and ditches. This was a new feature in the case; and it was very evident that something novel and mysterious was actuating the Feds' movements, for they were running to and fro, some gazing eagerly at the advancing force of Taylor, without an attempt at preparation for resistance — while others still seemed to be expostulating vehemently with the
Berry (search for this): article 7
The boys rushed on, screaming like demons — and amid the horrid din the amazed Feds heard the shout for "Old Quant" That charge was magnificently ferocious and superbly desperate. But for the inauspicious yell for Quantrell, every man might have entered the fort and carried it by storm. But a perfect shower of lead now greeted the storming party, and only five succeeded in leaping the rope that was stretched over the breastworks. The names of those immortal heroes are Lieut. Taylor, Sergeant Berry,--Hultz, George Shepherd, and Peyton Long. Each man brought down one of the enemy as he leaped in; but it was impossible to stay and contend against 300, who poured an enfilading fire upon the guerillas from every angle of the fort. Just at this juncture our boys retreated to the spot where the command had been left; but here was something new also. Taylor found the whole command in line of battle, motionless as statues, with Quantrell at their head on his war-horse looking as gri
Quantrell (search for this): article 7
Quantrell's Exodus from Missouri--the Blount fight. A correspondent of the Texas Telegraph, who is contributing to that paper "Sketches of Quantrell's Men," giQuantrell's Men," gives the following account of the Blount affair, the fullest we have yet seen from a Confederate source: Towards the middle of September the guerillas reunited liking the "lay out," and scenting the danger, fled towards the fort, which Col. Quantrell had not yet discovered. About sixty of Todd's men, under the leadership officently ferocious and superbly desperate. But for the inauspicious yell for Quantrell, every man might have entered the fort and carried it by storm. But a perfecTaylor found the whole command in line of battle, motionless as statues, with Quantrell at their head on his war-horse looking as grim as the Sphinx of Egypt at a brJust then the cavalcade moved, and the band commenced playing Yankee Doodle. Quantrell moved also; but the quick eye of Blount discovered something wrong and called
George Shepherd (search for this): article 7
eaming like demons — and amid the horrid din the amazed Feds heard the shout for "Old Quant" That charge was magnificently ferocious and superbly desperate. But for the inauspicious yell for Quantrell, every man might have entered the fort and carried it by storm. But a perfect shower of lead now greeted the storming party, and only five succeeded in leaping the rope that was stretched over the breastworks. The names of those immortal heroes are Lieut. Taylor, Sergeant Berry,--Hultz, George Shepherd, and Peyton Long. Each man brought down one of the enemy as he leaped in; but it was impossible to stay and contend against 300, who poured an enfilading fire upon the guerillas from every angle of the fort. Just at this juncture our boys retreated to the spot where the command had been left; but here was something new also. Taylor found the whole command in line of battle, motionless as statues, with Quantrell at their head on his war-horse looking as grim as the Sphinx of Egypt
Yankee Doodle (search for this): article 7
statues, with Quantrell at their head on his war-horse looking as grim as the Sphinx of Egypt at a brilliant cavalcade of horsemen forming beautifully about three hundred yards in front. The whisper ran through the line, "It is old Blount, and he thinks we are Federals coming out to give him a reception!" It was true. There rode Gen. Blount and staff, glittering in blue cloth and gold lace, and about 200 of his body guard. Just then the cavalcade moved, and the band commenced playing Yankee Doodle. Quantrell moved also; but the quick eye of Blount discovered something wrong and called a halt. But the guerillas by this time were under full gallop, and down they swept upon the brilliant cortege like an avalanche and hurled them to the earth. The struggle was short and fierce; the shock terrific, as guerilla rode over both horse and his rider, and dashed out the brains of the latter as he passed. Again and again they turned and fired, charged and recharged, until the ground was s
O. B. Taylor (search for this): article 7
had not yet discovered. About sixty of Todd's men, under the leadership of Lieut. Taylor, gave chase to the flying Federals, while the rest, under "Old Quant" and T fortunate, "levelled" themselves to reach a place of safety; and, all at once, Taylor came in full view of a strong fort, surrounded with breastworks and ditches. Tfor they were running to and fro, some gazing eagerly at the advancing force of Taylor, without an attempt at preparation for resistance — while others still seemed tong in a state of suspense — for it takes us longer to tell it than it took Lieut. Taylor to form his men and dash like a thunderbolt upon the breastworks. The boyswas stretched over the breastworks. The names of those immortal heroes are Lieut. Taylor, Sergeant Berry,--Hultz, George Shepherd, and Peyton Long. Each man brough to the spot where the command had been left; but here was something new also. Taylor found the whole command in line of battle, motionless as statues, with Quantrel
Curtis (search for this): article 7
in every direction. Here occurred one of those thrilling incidents, one of those marvellous episodes that cause whole nations sometimes to pause with breathless wonder, and whole armies to halt and gaze with amazement and admiration. Lieut Col. Curtis, Adjutant General on General Blount's staff, rode a magnificent horse, richly caparisoned, and was himself dressed in the richest uniform of his rank. He was a remarkably handsome man fair and rosy, eyes blue as those of the fairest blondeng straight at him. As an eagle swoops down on his prey, gracefully and grandly ferocious, beautiful even in the act of destruction, so does Peyton Long, the young hero, gallantly bear down on the "cute" Yankee; he reserves every shot, while Curtis is wasting his; he dashes upon him — both pause for an instant, as if in mutual admiration — but only for a moment. Peyton Long watches his antagonist, and sways his body to the left to escape the sabre cut of the Yankee; the next instant the in
Gen Blount (search for this): article 7
heir holes in search of food. Outlawed by an order of General Blount, proscribed by every Yankee official, the citizens wards in front. The whisper ran through the line, "It is old Blount, and he thinks we are Federals coming out to give him a reception!" It was true. There rode Gen. Blount and staff, glittering in blue cloth and gold lace, and about 200 of his body gYankee Doodle. Quantrell moved also; but the quick eye of Blount discovered something wrong and called a halt. But the guedmiration. Lieut Col. Curtis, Adjutant General on General Blount's staff, rode a magnificent horse, richly caparisoned,'s creed, "kill and spare not the Yankees," the order of Gen Blount outlawing every guerilla, written by those hands before lonel, five Captains, several Lieutenants, every member of Blount's staff, and two hundred privates; all of Blount's papers Blount's papers and personal effects, several ambulances and a large number of horses were captured. The loss of the guerillas was one or t
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