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Crawford H. Toy (search for this): chapter 6
s or serving as troopers are classical scholars, the flower of the Southern universities. In an interval of the suspension of hostilities at the battle of Cold Harbor, a private soldier lies on the ground poring over an Arabic grammar—it is Crawford H. Toy, who is destined to become the famous professor of Oriental languages at Harvard University. In one of the battles in the Valley of Virginia a volunteer aid of General John B. Gordon is severely wounded—it is Basil L. Gildersleeve, who has rms in defense of their native soil. In an interval of the suspension of hostilities at the battle of Cold Harbor, writes Randolph H. McKim in the text of this volume, a private soldier lies on the ground poring over an Arabic grammar—it is Crawford H. Toy, who is destined to become the famous professor of Oriental languages at Harvard University. In one of the battles in the Valley of Virginia, a volunteer aid of General John B. Gordon is severely wounded—it is Basil L. Gildersleeve, who ha
Whiting (search for this): chapter 6
s Wigfall Mess, evidently in honor of General Wigfall, who came to Virginia in command of the Texas contingent. The general was fond of relating an experience to illustrate the independence and individuality of his boys. In company with Major-General Whiting he was walking near the railroad station at Manassas, and, according to wont, had been cracking up his Lone Star command, when they came upon a homespun-clad soldier comfortably seated with his back against some baled hay, his musket leaned against the same, and contentedly smoking a pipe. The two officers passed with only the recognition of a stare from the sentry, and Whiting satirically asked Wigfall if that was one of his people, adding that he did not seem to have been very well instructed as to his duty. To his surprise the Texan general then addressed the soldier: What are you doing here, my man? Nothina much, replied the man; jes' kinder takina care of this hyar stuff. Do you know who I am, sir? asked the general.
Charles A. Whittier (search for this): chapter 6
ed, and nineteen were wounded. The company fought to the bitter end; Captain Campbell (page 111) was killed at Sailor's Creek, only three days before Appomattox. Lieutenant Samuel hardy Captain P. F. Rowlett Captain Richard Irby Lieutenant A. D. Crenshaw Lieutenant J. E. Irvin Color-sergeant E. G. Sydnor General Hooker has testified that for steadiness and efficiency Lee's army was unsurpassed in ancient or modern times. We have not been able to rival it. And General Charles A. Whittier of Massachusetts has said, The Army of Northern Virginia will deservedly rank as the best army which has existed on this continent, suffering privations unknown to its opponent. Nor is it credible that such valor and such devotion were inspired by the desire to hold their fellow men in slavery? Is there any example of such a phenomenon in all the long records of history? Consider, too, another fact for which the historians must assign a sufficient motive. On the bronze tab
Whitworth (search for this): chapter 6
leons, and the Parrott guns, were most of them Uncle Sam's property, captured in battle; and when you inspect the cavalry you will find, after the first year, that the Southern troops are armed with sabers captured from the Federals. It is estimated by surviving ordnance officers that not less than two-thirds of the artillery in the Army of Northern Virginia was captured, especially the 3-inch rifles and the 10-pound Parrotts. During the first year, before the blockade became stringent, Whitworth guns were brought in from abroad. But that soon stopped, and we had to look largely to Uncle Sam for our supply. We used to say in the Shenandoah Valley Campaign, of 1862, that General Banks was General Jackson's quartermaster-general—yes, and his chief ordnance officer, too. General Shields was another officer to whom we were much indebted for artillery and small arms, and later General Pope. General Gorgas, Chief of the Confederate Ordnance Bureau, stated that from July 1, 1861, t
Wigfall (search for this): chapter 6
m Texas, heroes of many a wild charge over the battlefields of Virginia, has adopted as winter-quarters insignia the words Wigfall Mess, evidently in honor of General Wigfall, who came to Virginia in command of the Texas contingent. The general was fond of relating an experience to illustrate the independence and individuality of ned against the same, and contentedly smoking a pipe. The two officers passed with only the recognition of a stare from the sentry, and Whiting satirically asked Wigfall if that was one of his people, adding that he did not seem to have been very well instructed as to his duty. To his surprise the Texan general then addressed theof this hyar stuff. Do you know who I am, sir? asked the general. Wall, now, 'pears like I know your face, but I can't jes' call your name—who is you? I'm General Wigfall, with some emphasis. Without rising from his seat or removing his pipe, the sentry extended his hand: Gin'ral, I'm pleased to meet you—my name's Jones. Less
Wilkie (search for this): chapter 6
I can only say it was a thing of shreds and patches, interspersed with rents. A fine-looking group of Confederate officers The officers in Camp at the east end of Sullivan's Island, near Charleston, illustrate forcibly Dr. McKim's description of the personnel of the Confederate army. The preservation of the photograph is due to the care of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, S. C., in which these men were officers. To the left stands M. Master, and in front of him are Lieutenant Wilkie, R. Choper, and Lieutenant Lloyd. Facing them is Captain Simmonton, and the soldier shading his eyes with his hand is Gibbs Blackwood. It is easy to see from their fine presence and bearing that these were among the many thousands of Southerners able to distinguish themselves in civil life who nevertheless sprang to bear arms in defense of their native soil. In an interval of the suspension of hostilities at the battle of Cold Harbor, writes Randolph H. McKim in the text of this vol
H. H. Williams (search for this): chapter 6
anks, if no better opportunity offered. As the author of the accompanying article recalls: When Virginia threw in her lot with her Southern sisters in April, 1861, practically the whole body of students at her State University, 515 out of 530 men who were registered from the Southern States, enlisted in the Confederate army. This army thus represented the whole Southern people. It was a self-levy en masse of the male population. The four men in the foreground of the photograph are H. H. Williams, Jr., S. B. Woodberry, H. I. Greer, and Sergeant R. W. Greer of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, S. C. marching upon their homes, and it was their duty to hurl them back at any cost! Such were the private soldiers of the Confederacy as I knew them. Not for fame or for glory, not lured by ambition or goaded by necessity, but, in simple obedience to duty as they understood it, these men suffered all, sacrificed all, dared all—and died! I would like to add a statement which
Viscount Wolseley (search for this): chapter 6
e Northern States. And yet none of these considerations furnishes the true explanation of the failure of the Confederate armies to establish the Confederacy. It was not superior equipment. It was not alone the iron will of Grant, or the strategy of Sherman. A power mightier than all these held the South by the throat and slowly strangled its army and its people. That power was Sea Power. The Federal navy, not the Federal army, conquered the South. In my opinion, said Field-Marshal Viscount Wolseley, in a private letter to me, dated November 12, 1904, in my opinion, as a student of war, the Confederates must have won, A future historian, while history was in the making—1864 In the center of this group, taken before Petersburg, in August, 1864, sits Captain Charles Francis Adams, Jr., then of the First Massachusetts Cavalry, one of the historians referred to in the text accompanying. In his oration on General Lee, delivered October 30, 1901, Captain Adams vigorously main
S. B. Woodberry (search for this): chapter 6
opportunity offered. As the author of the accompanying article recalls: When Virginia threw in her lot with her Southern sisters in April, 1861, practically the whole body of students at her State University, 515 out of 530 men who were registered from the Southern States, enlisted in the Confederate army. This army thus represented the whole Southern people. It was a self-levy en masse of the male population. The four men in the foreground of the photograph are H. H. Williams, Jr., S. B. Woodberry, H. I. Greer, and Sergeant R. W. Greer of the Washington Light Infantry of Charleston, S. C. marching upon their homes, and it was their duty to hurl them back at any cost! Such were the private soldiers of the Confederacy as I knew them. Not for fame or for glory, not lured by ambition or goaded by necessity, but, in simple obedience to duty as they understood it, these men suffered all, sacrificed all, dared all—and died! I would like to add a statement which doubtless will appe
Yank (search for this): chapter 6
in gray overcame their hardships by a grim gaiety that broke out on the least provocation—at times with none at all as when, marching to their armpits in icy water, for lack of bridges they invented the term Confederate pontoons in derision of the Federal engineering apparatus. Or while a Federal brigade magnificently led—and clad—swept on to the charge, the ragged line in gray, braced against the assault, would crackle into amazing laughter with shouts of Bring on those good breeches! Hey, Yank, might as well hand me your coat now as later! considered a chef d'oeuvre! May I call your attention to those ramrods wrapped round with dough and set up on end before the fire? The cook turns them from time to time, and, when well browned, he withdraws the ramrod, and, lo! a loaf of bread, three feet long and hollow from end to end. The general aspect of the Confederate camps compared unfavorably with those of the men in blue. They were not, as a rule, attractive in appearance. The t<
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