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John James Geer, Beyond the lines: A Yankee prisoner loose in Dixie, Chapter 19: (search)
Chapter 19: Just Judgment General Prentiss in close confinement Northern peace men bear story in the hospital old Aunt Susie sold children without bread, and satisfied what our fathers thought an untrammeled Pulpit Clay-eaters commissioners to Washington homeward bound an Irate Southron my yellow angel our journey an accident Jeff Davis' Coffin Don't know myself safe at home conclusion. Is it not passing strange that enlightened Americans can be thus so barbarous? It is related of a certain English judge, that a criminal was brought before him, whom, for certain offences, he sentenced to seven years transportation. The prisoner's friends immediately sent a petition to the judge, stating that he was a well-informed man, and if he had an opportunity, might yet be a useful member of society. The judge forthwith sent for the criminal, and thus addressed him: I understand, sir, that you are a man of knowledge, and well-informed, and might be a u
General James Longstreet, From Manassas to Appomattox, Chapter 2: from New Mexico to Manassas. (search)
Northern lines, and I journeyed on to Richmond. Relatives along the route, who heard of my approach, met me at the stations, though none suggested a stop overnight, or for the next train, but after affectionate salutations waved me on to join Jeff Davis, for Dixie and for Southern rights. At every station old men, women, and children assembled, clapping hands and waving handkerchiefs to cheer the passengers on to Richmond. On crossing the Virginia line, the feeling seemed to culminate. Thhe laborers of the fields, white and black, stopped their ploughs to lift their hats and wave us on to speedy travel. At stations where meals were served, the proprietors, in response to offers to settle, said, Meals for those going on to join Jeff Davis are paid. On the 29th of June, 1861, I reported at the War Department at Richmond, and asked to be assigned for service in the pay department, in which I had recently served (for when I left the line service, under appointment as paymaster,
General James Longstreet, From Manassas to Appomattox, Chapter 19: battle of Sharpsburg, or Antietam (continued). (search)
and Capts. W. T. Marsh and D. P. Latham; 14th N. C., Col. R. T. Bennett; 30th N. C., Col. F. M. Parker and Maj. W. W. Sillers. Colquitt's Brigade, Col. A. H. Colquitt; 13th Ala., Col. B. D. Fry; 6th Ga., Lieut.-Col. J. M. Newton; 23d Ga., Col. W. P. Barclay; 27th Ga., Col. L. B. Smith; 28th Ga., Maj. T. Graybill and Capt. N. J. Garrison. Artillery, Cutts's and Jones's battalions also under D. H. Hill's command at Sharpsburg. Maj. Pierson; Hardaway's (Ala.) battery, Capt. R. A. Hardaway; Jeff Davis (Ala.) Art., Capt. J. W. Bondurant; Jones's (Va.) battery, Capt. William B. Jones; King William (Va.) Art., Capt. T. H. Carter. Reserve Artillery, Brig.-Gen. William N. Pendleton:--Brown's Battalion, First Virginia Artillery. Col. J. Thompson Brown; Powhatan Art. (Dance's battery), Richmond Howitzers, 2d Co. (Watson's battery), Richmond Howitzers, 3d Co. (Smith's battery), Salem Art. （Hupp's battery), Williamsburg Art. （Coke's battery). Cutts's Battalion, With D. H. Hill's divisi
General James Longstreet, From Manassas to Appomattox, Chapter28: Gettysburg-Third day. (search)
mseur's Brigade, Brig.-Gen. S. D. Ramseur; 2d N. C., Maj. D. W. Hurtt, Capt. James T. Scales; 4th N. C., Col. Bryan Grimes; 14th N. C., Col. R. Tyler Bennett, Maj. Joseph H. Lambeth; 30th N. C., Col. Francis M. Parker, Maj. W. W. Sillers. O'Neal's Brigade, Col. E. A. O'Neal; 3d Ala., Col. C. A. Battle; 5th Ala., Col. J. M. Hall; 6th Ala., Col. J. N. Lightfoot, Capt. M. L. Bowie; 12th Ala., Col. S. B. Pickens; 26th Ala., Lieut.-Col. John C. Goodgame. Artillery, Lieut.-Col. Thomas H. Carter; Jeff Davis (Ala.) Art., Capt. W. J. Reese; King William (Va.) Art., Capt. W. P. Carter; Morris (Va.) Art., Capt. R. C. M. Page; Orange (Va.) Art., Capt. C. W. Fry. Artillery Reserve, Col. J. Thompson Brown; 1st Va. Art., Capt. Willis J. Dance; 2d Richmond (Va.) Howitzers, Capt. David Watson; 3d Richmond (Va.) Howitzers, Capt. B. H. Smith, Jr.; Powhatan (Va.) Art., Lieut. John M. Cunningham; Rockbridge (Va.) Art., Capt. A. Graham; Salem (Va.) Art., Lieut. C. B. Griffin; Nelson's Battn., Lieut.-Col. Wi
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Chapter 15: the Presidential election. (search)
lunteer soldiers and write them by the side of Marcus Regulus, of immortal fame. The rebels had counted us in companies of one hundred, for the purpose of issuing rations to us. Each company had a mess sergeant, whose duty it was to call up his hundred, to be counted in the morning, and to draw and divide the rations in the afternoon. We voted by these company hundreds, in this election. Rebel officers were in the pen nearly all the day, watching for the result. But in the afternoon when we began to count the vote, and the Lincoln hirelings began to shout, and the Mudsills began to sing The star-spangled Banner, Red, white and blue, etc., they left in disgust. I met one, a major, down by the bridge, as he was leaving. I asked him if he was satisfied with the returns. He answered: That's yo affah, suh; I don't care how you vote! Jeff Davis is my candidate. -- Yet something in his tone did belie his words. We serenaded the guard that night by singing John Brown.
Sergeant Oats, Prison Life in Dixie: giving a short history of the inhuman and barbarous treatment of our soldiers by rebel authorities, Speech of Gen. Garfield at the Andersonville Reunion at Toledo Ohio, October 3, 1879. (search)
e the rebel soldiers in all the Northern prisons. Voices-Liar! Liar! He was a liar! [Groans, hisses, and a storm of indignation.] Gen. Garfield-I heard him declare that no kinder men ever lived than Gen. Winder and his Commander-in-chief, Jeff Davis. And I took it upon myself to overwhelm him with the proof that the tortures you suffered, the wrongs done to you, were suffered and done with the knowledge of the Confederate authorities, from Jeff Davis down — that it was a part of their poJeff Davis down — that it was a part of their policy to make you idiots and skeletons, and to exchange your broken and shattered bodies and dethroned minds for strong. robust, well-fed rebel prisoners. That policy, I affirm, has never had its parallel for atrocity in the civilized world. A voice-That's so! Gen. Garfield-It was never heard of in any land since the dark ages closed upon the earth. While history lives, men have memories. We can forgive and forget all other things before we can forgive and forget this. Finally, and i
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 5 (search)
in some places and lined by marshes in other. The country is undulating, and was at that time broken by alternations of cleared spaces and dense forests. In the woods there was a thick tangled undergrowth of hazel, dwarf pine, and scrub-oak. A little before eight o'clock on the morning of May 9, the general mounted his horse, and directed me and two other staff-officers to accompany him to make an examination of the lines in our immediate front. This day he rode a black pony called Jeff Davis (given that name because it had been captured in Mississippi on the plantation of Joe Davis, a brother of the Confederate president). It was turned into the quartermaster's department, from which it was purchased by the general on his Vicksburg campaign. He was not well at that time, being afflicted with boils, and he took a fancy to the pony because it had a remarkably easy pace, which enabled the general to make his long daily rides with much more comfort than when he used the horses h
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter6 (search)
c note in reply, saying, Push the enemy with all your might; that's the way to connect. The general-in-chief showed again upon that eventful morning the value he placed upon minutes. Aides were kept riding at a full run carrying messages, and the terseness, vigor, and intensity manifested in every line of his field orders were enough to spur the most sluggish to prompt action. After giving such instructions as would provide for the present emergencies, the general ordered the pony Jeff Davis to be saddled, and started for the front. He left an adjutant-general behind, with orders to forward to him promptly all communications. The staff rode with the general, and after a while reached a clearing on a piece of elevated ground from which a view of portions of the line could be obtained. It was found, upon learning the details of the assault upon the angle, that, notwithstanding the fatigues and hardships to which the troops had been subjected, they had moved forward with the s
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 10 (search)
during the night; but they were all successfully repelled. In gaining and holding the important position sought, the Union army that day lost nearly 2000 men in killed and in wounded; the enemy probably suffered to about the same extent. Headquarters were moved about two miles this day, June 1, to the Via House, which was half a mile south of Totopotomoy Creek on the road leading from Haw's Shop to Bethesda Church. Before starting, the general's servant asked whether he should saddle Jeff Davis, the horse Grant had been riding for two days. No, was the reply; we are getting into a rather swampy country, and I fear little Jeff's legs are not quite long enough for wading through the mud. You had better saddle Egypt. This horse was large in size and a medium-colored bay. He was called Egypt, not because he had come from the region of the Nile, but from the junction of the Mississippi and Ohio rivers in southern Illinois, a section of country named after the land of the Ptolemies.
General Horace Porter, Campaigning with Grant, Chapter 15 (search)
met him. The President soon stepped ashore, and after sitting awhile at headquarters mounted the large bay horse Cincinnati, while the general rode with him on Jeff Davis. Three of us of the staff accompanied them, and the scenes encountered in visiting both Butler's and Meade's commands were most interesting. Mr. Lincoln wore rider; and if distances are to be measured by the amount of fatigue endured, this exertion added many miles to the trip. The general was riding his black pony Jeff Davis. This smooth little pacer shuffled along at a gait which was too fast for a walk and not fast enough for a gallop, so that all the other horses had to move at that of the animal were not always in touch, and he saw that all the party were considerably amused at the jogging to which he was subjected. In the mean time Jeff Davis was pacing along with a smoothness which made me feel as if I were seated in a rocking-chair. When we reached headquarters the general dismounted in a manner
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