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John Beatty, The Citizen-Soldier; or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, June, 1863. (search)
rument twists them so they can not be used again. The New York Herald, I observe, refers with great severity to General Hascall's administration of affairs in Indiana; saying that to place such a brainless fool in a military command is not simply an error, it is a crime. This is grossly unjust. Hascall is not only a gallant sned in Libby prison. The rebels are still prowling about our lines, but making no great demonstrations of power. June, 9 Governor (?) Billy Williams, of Indiana, dined with me to-day; he resides in Warsaw, is a politician, a fair speaker, and an inveterate story teller. Wilson has been appointed Assistant Adjutant-Gerseback, and each had a child on the saddle. They were giving Mrs. Scribner's children a little ride. Attended divine service in the camp of the Eightyeighth Indiana, and afterward called for a few minutes on Colonel Moore, of the One Hundred and Fourth Illinois. On returning to my quarters I found Colonels Hobart and Taylor
John Beatty, The Citizen-Soldier; or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, September, 1863. (search)
lay bleeding near him. Sammy Snyder lay on the field wounded; as I handed him my canteen he said, General, I did my duty. I know that, Sammy; I never doubted that you would do your duty. The most painful recollection to one who has gone through a battle, is that of the friends lying wounded and dying and who needed help so much when you were utterly powerless to aid them. Between ten and eleven o'clock, at night, I reached Rossville, and found one of my regiments, the Fortysecond Indiana, on picket one mile south of that place, and the other regiments encamped near the town. My men were surprised and rejoiced to see me. It had been currently reported that I was killed. One fellow claimed to know the exact spot on my body where the ball hit me; while another, not willing to be outdone, had given a minute description of the locality where I fell. General Negley rendered me good service by giving me something to eat and drink, for I was hungry as a wolf. At this hour of
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