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J. B. Bachelder (search for this): chapter 1.36
l of Pickett's field officers were wounded except Major Joseph C. Cabell, of Danville. This is a mistake. He also was shot in the charge, though not severely. It was stated that Col. Eppa Hunton, of the Eighth Virginia Infantry, Garnett's brigade, rode his horse throughout the action until both he and his horse were shot. Having his painful wound attended, he turned to ride forward again when his horse fell dead. The account is a graphic one and bears the impress of truth. Col. J. B. Bachelder, in his account of Gettysburg, states that Pickett's men chased the enemy beyond the point where Armistead fell. Col Mayo's account tells the story of a private who fell twenty paces beyond that point. Col. Mayo some years since passed over the river. His surviving comrades will read with interest the story of their deeds from his pen. Very truly yours, Jno. W. Daniel. Pickett's charge at Gettysburg. The order of march into the enemy's country was left in front; first
James Dearing (search for this): chapter 1.36
ful seriousness with our fellows, Taz. Yes, he replied, and well they may be serious if they really know what is in store for them. I have been up yonder where Dearing is, and looked across at the Yankees. Then he told me a good joke he had on our dashing and debonair chief of artillery. He had ridden out on the skirmish lined Mars Robert wished to ask him what he had seen of those people that was worth reporting; but he was woefully mistaken. This was all the General had to say: Major Dearing, I do not approve of young officers needlessly exposing themselves; your place is with your batteries. While we were talking an order came to move up nearer tin at Gettysburg was the most fearful sound that ever pealed from the red throat of roaring war. Colonel Patton called my attention to the gallant bearing of Major Dearing, as he galloped, flag in hand, from gun to gun of his battalion and suggested that it would be safer for us to close up on the artillery; but I told him he mus
Longstreet (search for this): chapter 1.36
states that Pickett's men chased the enemy beyond the point where Armistead fell. Col Mayo's account tells the story of a private who fell twenty paces beyond that point. Col. Mayo some years since passed over the river. His surviving comrades will read with interest the story of their deeds from his pen. Very truly yours, Jno. W. Daniel. Pickett's charge at Gettysburg. The order of march into the enemy's country was left in front; first Ewell's, then Hill's, and, lastly, Longstreet's corps, of which Armistead's, Garnett's and Kemper's brigades of Pickett's Division, brought up the rear. The other two brigades, those of Corse and Jenkins, were absent on detached service. We reached Chambersburg early on the evening of June 27th, and stayed there until hastily summoned to the scene of hostilities on the morning of the 2d of July, having been employed in the meantime, in tearing up the railroad track and demolishing the depot and other buildings. A forced march of tw
Jonathan W. Daniel (search for this): chapter 1.36
forward again when his horse fell dead. The account is a graphic one and bears the impress of truth. Col. J. B. Bachelder, in his account of Gettysburg, states that Pickett's men chased the enemy beyond the point where Armistead fell. Col Mayo's account tells the story of a private who fell twenty paces beyond that point. Col. Mayo some years since passed over the river. His surviving comrades will read with interest the story of their deeds from his pen. Very truly yours, Jno. W. Daniel. Pickett's charge at Gettysburg. The order of march into the enemy's country was left in front; first Ewell's, then Hill's, and, lastly, Longstreet's corps, of which Armistead's, Garnett's and Kemper's brigades of Pickett's Division, brought up the rear. The other two brigades, those of Corse and Jenkins, were absent on detached service. We reached Chambersburg early on the evening of June 27th, and stayed there until hastily summoned to the scene of hostilities on the morning
Jube Early (search for this): chapter 1.36
before. Used up, as General Meade said of them. Suddenly there was a hissing sound, like the hooded cobra's whisper of death, a deafening explosion, a sharp pang of pain somewhere, a momentary blank, and when I got on my feet again there were splinters of bone and lumps of flesh sticking to my clothes. Then I remembered seeing lank Tell Taliaferro, adjutant of the Twenty-fourth, jumping like a kangaroo and rubbing his crazy bone and blessing the Yankees in a way that did credit to old Jube Early's one-time law partner, and handsome Ocey White, the boy lieutenant of Company A, taking off his hat to show me where a ball had raised a whelk on his scalp and carried away one of his pretty flaxen curls, and lastly, Old Buck Terry, with a peculiarly sad smile on his face, standing with poor George and Val Harris and others, between the colors of the Eleventh and Twenty-fourth, near where now is the pretty monument of Colonel Ward, of Massachusetts. I could not hear what he said, but he
R. S. Garnett (search for this): chapter 1.36
ed that Col. Eppa Hunton, of the Eighth Virginia Infantry, Garnett's brigade, rode his horse throughout the action until both's, and, lastly, Longstreet's corps, of which Armistead's, Garnett's and Kemper's brigades of Pickett's Division, brought up David E. Johnston, dated February 4, 1886, that he and General Garnett were the only officers of Pickett's Division who went eze. The devoted little column moved to the assault, with Garnett, and Kemper in front, and Armistead behind in close supportioned me to be sure and keep the proper interval with General Garnett; Armistead was expected to catch up and extend the lioving swiftly to the left oblique, as if aiming to uncover Garnett's Brigade. They were Armistead's people, and as Kemper cacious order; but they obeyed with a will, and mingled with Garnett's people pushed rapidly up the heights. Within a few sthe stone fence, while in the act of shaking hands with General Garnett and congratulating him on being able to be with his me
John Stewart (search for this): chapter 1.36
Colonel Patton called my attention to the gallant bearing of Major Dearing, as he galloped, flag in hand, from gun to gun of his battalion and suggested that it would be safer for us to close up on the artillery; but I told him he must not think of moving without orders and, besides, it was evident that the enemy's fire was rapidly abating, and that the storm would soon be over. The words were barely spoken before it came again; our turn now. I thought at first that it was my adjutant, John Stewart, as a handful of earth mixed with blood and brains struck my shoulder; but they were two poor fellows belonging to Company D (one of them, I remember, had a flaming red head), and another, as we believed, mortally hurt, Sergeant-Major Davy Johnston, of the Seventh, author of the book I have quoted. Strange to say, he was at the time lying between Colonel Patton, and myself. Remember old Virginia. That was among the last shots fired, and as the terrific duel was drawing to a close,
Charles Marshall (search for this): chapter 1.36
his cheek. I tried to save him, but he would not give up, so I had to kill him to save my own life. What orders do you leave us, my lord, if you are killed? asked Hill of Wellington when the pounding was hardest on the famous plateau at Waterloo. Do as I am doing, he replied, and turning to the men, he said, Boys, you can't think of giving away. Remember old England. And well it was for old England that behind the Iron Duke was a wall of iron men. Calling to the group around me to spread themselves, I led the way back to the woods in rear of our guns on Seminary Ridge. Realizing painfully our own sad plight, we were, of course, anxiously concerned for the rest of our people. But soon Mars Robert came along, followed by his faithful aides, the two Charleses-Venable and Marshall. How ineffably grand he appeared — a very anointed king of command, posing for the chisel of a Phidias, and looking on him we knew that the army was safe. So ended our part in the day's bloody work
Robert Edward Lee (search for this): chapter 1.36
e bridge on the Cashtown and Gettysburg Turnpike, within cannon shot of the battle-field. Here General Pickett sent Col. Walter Harrison, of his staff, to tell General Lee of our arrival and readiness for action. The Post of honor, July Ist. The answer came to find a camp and await further orders. Before dawn the following march being carefully concealed from the enemy's view. Soon after we got into position, some two hundred yards in the rear of the batteries on Seminary Ridge, General Lee passed in front of us, coming from the right, and a little while afterwards every man in the ranks was made to know exactly what was the work which had been cut chief of artillery. He had ridden out on the skirmish line to get a closer observation of the enemy's position, when a courier galloped up with a message from General Lee. Naturally he supposed Mars Robert wished to ask him what he had seen of those people that was worth reporting; but he was woefully mistaken. This was all the
Tom Hodges (search for this): chapter 1.36
a ball whizzed in an ace of my nose; next, to see Captain Lewis, of Company C, looking as lazy and lackadaiscal, and, if possible, more tired and bored than usual, carrying his sword point foremost over his shoulder, and addressing his company in that invariable plaintive tone, half command, half entreaty, Don't crowd, boys; don't crowd. Pretty hot, Captain, I said in passing. It's redicklous, Colonel; perfectly redicklous—which, in his vocabularly, meant as bad as bad could be; then Captain Tom Hodges directing my attention to a splendid looking Federal officer, magnificently mounted, straining his horse at full speed along the crest of a hill a hundred yards in our front, and both of us calling to the skirmishers, Don't shoot him! don't shoot him! and, lastly, the impetuous Kemper, as rising in his stirrups and pointing to the left with his sword, he shouted, There are the guns, boys, go for them. It was an injudicious order; but they obeyed with a will, and mingled with Garnet
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