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Colonel William Preston Johnston, The Life of General Albert Sidney Johnston : His Service in the Armies of the United States, the Republic of Texas, and the Confederate States., Chapter 1: family and boyhood. (search)
d hid his shoes on the road to school, from fear of Albert Johnston's ridicule. His intimate friends in those early days nearly all obtained more than ordinary positions in after-life. Among them were : Captain Wilson Duke, the father of the gallant General Basil W. Duke; Captain William Smith, also of the United States Navy; Captain William Bickley, of the United States Army; Hon. John D. Taylor, well known in the politics and jurisprudence of Kentucky; Mr. Charles Marshall (known as Black Dan), Mr. John Green, and John A. McClung. Albert Sidney Johnston was endowed by nature with an ardent and enthusiastic temperament; but to this were joined a solidity of judgment and a power of self-control, that early held it in check, and eventually so regulated it that it was only displayed in resolutions and actions requiring uncommon loftiness of soul. The feature of his character most remarked by his contemporaries was, in his early boyhood, an energy that made him an acknowledged lea
An English Combatant, Lieutenant of Artillery of the Field Staff., Battlefields of the South from Bull Run to Fredericksburgh; with sketches of Confederate commanders, and gossip of the camps., Chapter 41: (search)
major; I'm sure you're no field-marshal-Lee, Longstreet, and Jackson can get along pretty well without you for a few hours. As to the boys, they can take care of themselves at any time-so let your horse alone, and sit down; I think I've got a few cigars and a drop of good Bourbon somewhere-there, drink away, and smoke till you're tired — they cost me nothing, I got them from Dan Sickles's stores, which our boys captured at Savage Station. I tried the articles and found them to be good. Dan seems to be no bad judge of whiskey and cigars, does he? but, Lord! how mad he must have been to lose all his plate, private papers; and fine clothes, at Savage's, ell? and as, the Major's nose became redder at every additional glass, he took an extra bumper to raise steam, threw his heels upon the writing-table, and launched forth into a very long-winded story of his personal prowess, until I began mentally to inquire where he generally buried his dead. Although in appearance very frie
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 17: between Gettysburg and the Wilderness (search)
red his pay to reimburse the woman. He then gave the order, break ranks! and sent the surgeon to attend the wounded man. I never saw a company of men more impressed. Indeed, I was myself as much impressed as any of them, and was at considerable pains to catch the feelings and comments of the men. Whew! said a big fellow, who had been a leader in all the lawlessness of the battery, what sort of a preacher do you call this? Be-dad! and if he hits the Yankees half as hard as he hit Dan, it'll be all right. We'll have to watch him about that, boys. We'll get his gait before long. As several times remarked, I have not been able to determine exactly when and where I rejoined the old battalion as its adjutant; but since writing the preceding chapter I am satisfied it must have been shortly after the battle of Gettysburg, and either at or before we reached Hagerstown; as otherwise I should not have witnessed McLaws' evening visitation to the camp fires of his division.
Robert Stiles, Four years under Marse Robert, Chapter 21: Cold Harbor of 1864. (search)
ents his men bore him to where he could be placed in an ambulance, and then all, save his cousin, Dan, afterwards Lieutenant McCarthy, who went into Richmond with his body, turned back to the lines w let me show what all this meant to the people at home. General Kershaw very willingly furnished Dan an ambulance and a man from his old brigade to drive it, and the two started on their melancholy the house. As soon as they had deposited it and helped the family to arrange it as they desired, Dan kissed his uncle, aunt, and cousins, and was bidding them good-by, when the old gentleman made siked for pencil and paper. When these were given him he wrote just these words and handed them to Dan-Since it was God's will to take him, I am glad he died at his post. Dan was back at his post bDan was back at his post by daylight, and sent word to the captain's two brothers, who were in another corps, when he would be buried. These young men walked into town, attended the funeral, and walked out again to their pos
Robert Underwood Johnson, Clarence Clough Buell, Battles and Leaders of the Civil War: Volume 2., The battle of Antietam. (search)
A. M. This exact agreement with General Burnside would ordinarily be conclusive in itself.--J. D. C. Facts within my own recollection strongly sustain General McClellan riding the line of battle at Antietam. From a sketch made at the time. The troops were Hooker's and Sedgwick's, and the time about 11 A. M. of September 17th. General McClellan rode his black horse, Daniel Webster, which, on account of the difficulty of keeping pace with him, was better known to the staff as that devil Dan.--Editors. this view that the hour was 10 A. M. I have mentioned the hill above the Burnside Bridge where Burnside took his position, and to which I went after the preliminary orders for the day had been issued. There I remained until the order of attack came, anxiously watching what we could see at the right, and noting the effect of the fire of the heavy guns of Benjamin's battery. From that point we could see nothing that occurred beyond the Dunker Church, for the East and West Woods, w
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 2. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 200 (search)
w of blood. This rude bandage Sullivan himself adjusted several times, tightening it to check the blood, and again loosening it when the pain became too great. While he was lying in this condition, some of his comrades approached, and one asked, Dan, how do you feel? Boys, said the young hero, lifting with the other hand his shattered arm, and then laying it gently down, Boys, I'm for the Union still! Poor Dan died very soon after, but his last words will be a mighty power in the hearts of s rude bandage Sullivan himself adjusted several times, tightening it to check the blood, and again loosening it when the pain became too great. While he was lying in this condition, some of his comrades approached, and one asked, Dan, how do you feel? Boys, said the young hero, lifting with the other hand his shattered arm, and then laying it gently down, Boys, I'm for the Union still! Poor Dan died very soon after, but his last words will be a mighty power in the hearts of his comrades.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 137 (search)
owen's brigade, at Feliciana, Ky. P. S.--Our pickets have just come in, bringing us the information that five steamers, with Federal troops, and two gunboats, are landing within two miles of us. We are all ordered under arms. Yours truly, Dan. If Dan or his friend would like the original, I will send it to them at the end of the war. I have his name and address. I have also a letter from the surgeon of Watson's battery to a friend in New Orleans. There were thirteen regiments aDan or his friend would like the original, I will send it to them at the end of the war. I have his name and address. I have also a letter from the surgeon of Watson's battery to a friend in New Orleans. There were thirteen regiments at Columbus yesterday morning, and they were all to have left yesterday to reinforce Price, and it was known here, and the reception they got from the Egyptians of the Sucker State, has prevented it. This evening General Grant sent a special letter complimenting the troops for the able manner in which they sustained the honor of the American Union, and at a brigade parade this evening General McClernand addressed each regiment, and returned his thanks. The Memphis has gone down with Colone
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 71 (search)
Dan rice, the showman, is stumping the Western States, outside of his menagerie, in favor of the Union cause. He addressed a meeting at Oshkosh, Wis., on the 28th ult.--Louisville Journal, Sept. 12.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore), Servitude for life: an answer to Thomas Carlyle by J. M. Ludlow. (search)
Servitude for life: an answer to Thomas Carlyle by J. M. Ludlow. Frederick Maximus--Harkee here, Dan, you black nigger rascal. You're no longer a slave, you're a servant hired for life. T. C. Nigger--By golly! Wife and chil'n servants for life too, massa? F. M.--Yes, all you niggers. But you must work all the same, you know. T. C. N.--Iss, massa. What wages you gib? F. M.--Wages, you rascal? Quart of corn a day, and three shirts and pantaloons a year; for legal hours of work, fourteen hours a day for half the year, and fifteen the other half. Laws of South-Carolina. T. C. N.--Any priv'leges, massa? F. M.--Privileges! Ha! ha! Yes, privileges of John Driver's whip, or of such other punishment as I choose to inflict, and of not being believed on oath if you go and peach against me, and of being sold down South when I please, and of being converted by any parson whom I choose to allow. T. C. N.--Hm. Wife and chil'n my own dis time, mass? F. M.--Ha!
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), Rebel reports and Narratives. (search)
Triune dirt road, the Wilkinson and Nolinsville turnpike, and approached the Nashville turnpike and the Nashville and Chattanooga Railroad. Up to this time and this point our victory was complete and overwhelming. We had driven the foe some five or six miles, captured about four thousand prisoners, (including three generals,) some thirty or thirty-five pieces of artillery, and inflicted a loss upon the enemy treble our own, to say nothing of the small arms and personal equipage, strewn from Dan to Beersheba. Here, however, the enemy rallied all his energies for a desperate struggle.. Fortune favored him, and the wily Rosecrans availed himself of the favor. In front of our right centre, say a mile distant, rose a naked oval hill, commanding in all directions — not very high, but exceedingly available. Upon this hill he placed a crown of twenty guns, more or less, immediately supporting them by a brigade of regulars, and holding an infinite number as a secondary support. In addi
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