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Manassas, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
ole march that night. But it proved a most wearisome and unsatisfactory march — the straggling was fearful — and we only reached Piedmont Station, thirty-four miles from Manassas, in the time in which a year later we could easily have made Manassas Junction. Jackson's brigade being in front reached Piedmont at 8 o'clock in the morning of the 19th, and two hours later took the cars for Manassas. Our brigade did not reach Piedmont until late that night. Incidents of the march were the wading usly, expecting the enemy to strike the railroad; that for miles we heard the roar of the battle then progressing; that once we disembarked and formed line of battle on a report that the enemy were advancing on the road, and that we reached Manassas Junction when the excitement was at its height, and were double-quicked out to the Lewis House, where we arrived just in time to witness the rout of McDowell's grand army, and join in the shouts of victory. I shall give no description of the batt
Piedmont, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
in the time in which a year later we could easily have made Manassas Junction. Jackson's brigade being in front reached Piedmont at 8 o'clock in the morning of the 19th, and two hours later took the cars for Manassas. Our brigade did not reach PiedPiedmont until late that night. Incidents of the march were the wading of the Shenandoah — the cheers with which we greeted the announcement that Beauregard had defeated the attack upon him at Bull Run — the frequent raids we made on blackberry patches nd the crowds of people who turned out to see us pass and supply us with what food they had. I remember that on reaching Piedmont, late in the night, my regiment was assigned a place of bivouac which was covered with water, and I looked around for soeet restorer, balmy sleep, soon brought me rest as refreshing as I ever enjoyed on downy pillows. We were detained at Piedmont until late in the night of the 20th by being unable to obtain transportation. I witnessed here an incident which illust
Twymans Mill (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
However, you probably hurried on to Washington to get the dinner ready. I hope to dine at Willard's, if not to-morrow, certainly before long. Yours to count on, beauty. Stuart was made a Brigadier-General for his gallantry and skill on the outposts, and wrote Colonel Hill, who was then comanding the brigade, a most complimentary letter concerning the conduct of the Thirteenth Virginia regiment. I recollect that a facetious private in one of our companies (poor fellow, he fell at Gaines's Mill in 1862, bravely doing his duty) remarked in reference to this letter, which was read out on dress parade, I do not like it at all. It means you are good fellows, and there is more bloody work for you to do. It is preparatory to butting our heads against those stone walls down about Arlington. I would rather exchange our Minnie muskets for old flint-locks, and get no compliments from the Generals, and then, perhaps, we might be sent back to Orange Court-house, to guard the sick and wou
West Point (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
the Thirteenth Virginia, two companies of his cavalry, and two pieces of Rosser's battery, and advanced on Lewinsville, where, by a skillful handling of his little command, he drove off a force of the enemy consisting of a brigade of infantry, eight pieces of artillery, and a detachment of cavalry. I remember how delighted Stuart was, as he declared, We have whipped them out of their boots. He was also chuckling over the following note, which was left for him with a citizen by his old West Point comrade, Griffin: Dear beauty, --I have called to see you, and regret very much that you are not in. Can't you dine with me at Willard's to-morrow? Keep your black horse off me. Your old friend, Griffin. To this note Stuart made the following reply: Dear Griffin,--I heard that you had called, and hastened to see you, but as soon as you saw me coming, you were guilty of the discourtesy of turning your back on me. However, you probably hurried on to Washington to get
Hampshire (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 3.34
of artillery. (We numbered about five hundred). Oh, no! was the laughing reply, you are romancing. But it does not matter how many they number. We can whip them anyway; and as for their artillery, the Southern Confederacy needs artillery, and we will just go and take possession of those pieces. Dismounting from his horse after our line of battle was formed, he took a musket and was among the foremost in the charge as we dashed forward and cleared the wood to and beyond the Loudoun and Hampshire Railroad, causing the long roll to beat and the troops to turn out formiles along General McClellan's front. It was my privilege to see a good deal of Stuart at this period, at his Headquarters, on a red blanket, spread under a pine tree on Munson's hill. His athletic frame indicating that he was a splendid war machine — his lofty forehead, flashing blue eyes, prominent nose, heavy, reddish-brown whiskers and mustache — his beaming countenance and clear, ringing laughter, and his promp
Bull Run, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
ched Piedmont Station, thirty-four miles from Manassas, in the time in which a year later we could easily have made Manassas Junction. Jackson's brigade being in front reached Piedmont at 8 o'clock in the morning of the 19th, and two hours later took the cars for Manassas. Our brigade did not reach Piedmont until late that night. Incidents of the march were the wading of the Shenandoah — the cheers with which we greeted the announcement that Beauregard had defeated the attack upon him at Bull Run — the frequent raids we made on blackberry patches (a witty surgeon of our brigade remarked that our bill of fare on the march was three blackberries a day; pick them yourself, and if you got a fourth one it was to be turned over to the commissary )--and the crowds of people who turned out to see us pass and supply us with what food they had. I remember that on reaching Piedmont, late in the night, my regiment was assigned a place of bivouac which was covered with water, and I looked around
Orange Court House (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
nies (poor fellow, he fell at Gaines's Mill in 1862, bravely doing his duty) remarked in reference to this letter, which was read out on dress parade, I do not like it at all. It means you are good fellows, and there is more bloody work for you to do. It is preparatory to butting our heads against those stone walls down about Arlington. I would rather exchange our Minnie muskets for old flint-locks, and get no compliments from the Generals, and then, perhaps, we might be sent back to Orange Court-house, to guard the sick and wounded. I remember one night, two of us were on picket-post in a drenching rain, and had received orders to be especially alert, as the enemy were expected to advance that night. We had constructed very respectable breastworks in a fence-corner, with port-holes for our guns, and were prepared to give a warm reception to any approaching blue-coats. About two o'clock in the morning, the rain still pouring in torrents, my comrade was quietly smoking his pipe,
Arlington (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
manding the brigade, a most complimentary letter concerning the conduct of the Thirteenth Virginia regiment. I recollect that a facetious private in one of our companies (poor fellow, he fell at Gaines's Mill in 1862, bravely doing his duty) remarked in reference to this letter, which was read out on dress parade, I do not like it at all. It means you are good fellows, and there is more bloody work for you to do. It is preparatory to butting our heads against those stone walls down about Arlington. I would rather exchange our Minnie muskets for old flint-locks, and get no compliments from the Generals, and then, perhaps, we might be sent back to Orange Court-house, to guard the sick and wounded. I remember one night, two of us were on picket-post in a drenching rain, and had received orders to be especially alert, as the enemy were expected to advance that night. We had constructed very respectable breastworks in a fence-corner, with port-holes for our guns, and were prepared t
Jackson (Mississippi, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
back, when a battery of the enemy galloped into position, and threw some shell, which shrieked through the air, and exploded uncomfortably near us. Immediately Colonel Walker called out in his clear, ringing tones, It's all right, boys. The Thirteenth Foot Cavalry are mounted at last, and we will try the speed of our horse-flesh. So saying, he ordered the engineer to increase his speed, and we rushed to the rear amid the shouts of the men, who gave three cheers for the foot cavalry, and made the woods echo with the camp song, If you want to have a good time, Jine the cavalry. The whole of Jackson's splendid corps was afterwards called the foot cavalry; but I believe that the above was the origin of the sobriquet. My grand old regiment afterwards won imperishable renown as it bore its tattered battle-flag into the very thickest of the fight on many a victorious field, but we never forgot those bright days with Stuart, when we had our outpost service with the foot cavalry.
Winchester, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.34
Reminiscences of the army of Northern Virginia. by J. Wm. Jones. Paper no. 2.--First Manassas and its Sequel. Remaining for some days longer in front of Winchester, and several times called into line of battle on false alarms, the private soldier was forming his own plan of campaign when our great commander received information that Beauregard was being attacked at Manassas, and determined at once to hasten to his relief. Accordingly, about noon on the 18th of July Johnston left a cordon of Stuart's cavalry to conceal the movement from General Patterson, and put his column in motion for Ashby's Gap and Manassas. As soon as we had gotten about two miles from Winchester there was read to us a ringing battle order from our chief, in which he stated that Beauregard was being attacked at Manassas by a greatly superior force — that this was a forced march to save the country, and that he expected us to step out bravely, to close up our ranks, and do all that could be required of
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