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James D. Porter, Confederate Military History, a library of Confederate States Military History: Volume 7.1, Tennessee (ed. Clement Anselm Evans) 76 0 Browse Search
Ulysses S. Grant, Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant 68 0 Browse Search
Comte de Paris, History of the Civil War in America. Vol. 1. (ed. Henry Coppee , LL.D.) 64 0 Browse Search
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 1: The Opening Battles. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 60 0 Browse Search
Jefferson Davis, The Rise and Fall of the Confederate Government 52 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore) 48 0 Browse Search
Horace Greeley, The American Conflict: A History of the Great Rebellion in the United States of America, 1860-65: its Causes, Incidents, and Results: Intended to exhibit especially its moral and political phases with the drift and progress of American opinion respecting human slavery from 1776 to the close of the War for the Union. Volume II. 48 2 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: February 20, 1862., [Electronic resource] 47 1 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: February 27, 1862., [Electronic resource] 42 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: February 24, 1862., [Electronic resource] 41 1 Browse Search
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86. the capture of Fort Donelson. McClernand's division, composed of Oglesby's, Wallace's and McArthur's brigades, suffered terribly. They were composed of the Eighth, Ninth, Eleventh, Eighteenth, Twentieth, Twenty-ninth, Thirtieth, Thirty-first, Forty-fifth, Forty-eighth and Forty-ninth Illinois regiments. The Eighth, Eighteenth, Twentieth and Thirty-first Illinois regiments occupied a position above the Fort. The four Illinois regiments held their ground full three hours. Ngh th' unflinching line; “Stand firm, remove the men who fell, Close up and wait the sign.” It came at last, “Now lads the steel!” The rushing hosts deploy; “Charge, boys!” --the broken traitors reel-- Huzza for Illinois! In vain thy rampart, Donelson, The living torrent bars; It leaps the wall, the fort is won, Up go the Stripes and Stars. Thy proudest mother's eyelids fill, As dares her gallant boy, And Plymouth Rock and Bunker Hill Yearn to thee--Illinois. Boston, Februar
89. Escape of Floyd; or, the fall of Fort Donelson. by Sergeant Ed. C. Clark, Thirty-Second regiment, N. Y. S. V. Off Donelson, when the sun was low, Were gunboats running to and fro, Preparing fast to strike the blow That ended so triumphantly. E'er the sun had fairly passed The horizon, a tremendous blast Of artillery, that swept them fast From life into eternity! Our boys stood bravely to the fight, And in their hearts was burning bright The fire of patriotism, shedding light That led them on victoriously! On our decks the carnage raging, Plainly told the war was waging-- Still we were the foe engaging, McClernand fighting manfully. If Floyd and Pillow did but know The power of their determined foe, To whom we all great praise bestow, For whipping them so shamefully! Bravely fought that little fleet, Till the distant tramp of many feet Convinced them of the foe's retreat, And Floyd was trembling violently! “Pillow,” says he, “what shall we do? My legs to me have yet be<
ot less than one hundred rounds. They will take with them nothing but ground coffee, relying upon the citizens and their guns for food. They propose in these small squads to guard the Tennessee River. They will take their opportunities from behind trees, logs, and in the narrow bends of the river, to pick off the Lincoln pilots. They can plank a Minie-ball in a sheet of foolscap paper, at a distance of six hundred yards; and we venture the assertion that such a corps of sharpshooters will be as great a terror to the enemy's boats as our gunboats were at Fort Donelson. Let each county bordering on the Tennessee River, in West-Tennessee, send a squad of such men on this duty, and the pilots will soon refuse to ascend a stream where death awaits them behind any big tree. A man may face a known or seen danger, but when he cannot divine how, from what quarter, and at what moment the arrow may be sped, he will shrink from it with an unaccountable dread. Memphis Avalanche, Feb. 26.
A young Hero.--The eyes of a youth but twenty-one years of age, by name W. N. Bullard, of company A, Eighth Illinois regiment, were closed in death yesterday morning, at the Marine Hospital in this city, by the tender hands of that noble-hearted and faithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell, who has been unwearied in her personal attention to the sick and wounded since the establishment of the Marine as a military hospital for its present purpose. Young Bullard was shot in the breast at Fort Donelson. The ball, a Minie, tore his breast open, and lacerated an artery. He bled internally as well as externally. At every gasp, as his end drew near, the blood spirted from his breast. He expired at nine o'clock. Early in the day, when he became fully aware that he could not live long, he showed that he clung to life, and was loth to leave it; but he cried: If I could only see my mother — if I could only see my mother before I die, I would be better satisfied. He was conscious to the last momen
Incidents of Fort Donelson.--After the surrender, when the prisoners were being congregated for transportation to Cairo and other points, before all had been disarmed, an attempt was made to assassinate one of our officers, Major Mudd, of the Second Illinois cavalry, who was shot in the back by some of the rebels. The case being reported to Gen. Grant, an order was immediately issued for disarming all rebels, including the side-arms of their officers. Upon learning this order, Buckner, the chivalrous, repaired to the headquarters of Gen. Grant, and in insolent tones demanded to know if such an order had been issued. Upon being informed that it had, he launched off into a strain of furious invectives, in which he charged that the order was barbarous, inhuman, and brutal, and at variance with rules of civilized warfare. The man was permitted to indulge in his raving to an extravagant extent, because he was a prisoner, without any reply from Gen. Grant. Capt. Rawlins, A. A. Ge
General Floyd.--This brave and gallant man, after his brilliant but unsuccessful defence of Fort Donelson, retreated with a portion of his brigade to Nashville. Upon his arrival in that place, he was enthusiastically welcomed by the citizens, and in response to the calls of an immense crowd who visited him at his quarters, spoke as follows: This, said Gen. F., is not the time for speaking, but for action. It was time for every man now that loved his country to enlist in the army and for the war. Not a day ought to be lost. He spoke feelingly of the fight at Fort Donelson, where only ten thousand effective men fought for four days and nights against a force of forty thousand of the enemy. But nature could not hold out any longer — men required rest, and after having lost over one third of his gallant force he was compelled to retire, not, however, without leaving over one thousand dead of the enemy on the field. He spoke in high terms of Gen. Sidney Johnston, whom he said had
98. to the Union soldier. Brave soldier, hail! the winter's o'er, And Southern soil's well drenched with gore. Thy blood-stained banners, how they wave O'er Zollicoffer's men and grave! O'er Donelson, and Henry too, The tri-colored red, white, and blue To every breeze is wide unfurled, Declaring victory to the world. Clarksville has fallen-Roanoke Has yielded to the mighty stroke; And Richmond, Treason's central grounds, Is suffering from her sister's wounds. Her pulse is sluggish, stagnant, slow, And when the coming potent blow Is struck, she'll stagger, reel and fall, And Davis with it, treason, all. Then where's that fancied paradise, Those fields luxuriant, cotton, rice; Those verdant lawns; elysian plains; Embowered shrines; pierian strains; That constitution, moulded in time, To suit the South and Southern clime; Those petticoated belles and maids, Who scoff to shame the Yankee trades; And all that fancy-gilded scheme, The South-Carolinian's golden dream? Where, where, bold
Honor to the Second Iowa.--The following despatch from Major-Gen. Halleck, is honor enough for the Iowa Second: St. Louis, February 19, 1862. Adjutant-Gen. N. B. Baker: The Second Iowa infantry proved themselves the bravest of the brave! They had the honor of leading the column which entered Fort Donelson. H. W. Halleck, Major-General An Iowa regiment has a rule that any man who utters an oath shall read a chapter in the Bible. It is said that several have got nearly through the Old Testament.--Dubuque Times.
A charge at Fort Donelson.--The following description of the gallant dash of Gen. Charles F. Smith, in the late desperate action at Fort Donelson, will be read with a thrill of admiration by every patriot. The distinguished reputation that Gen. Smith gained in the late Mexican war as a brilliant and accomplished officer, evinced on every battle-field from Vera Cruz to the city of Mexico, gave assurance that he was equal to any emergency that required the highest elements of a thoroughly edFort Donelson, will be read with a thrill of admiration by every patriot. The distinguished reputation that Gen. Smith gained in the late Mexican war as a brilliant and accomplished officer, evinced on every battle-field from Vera Cruz to the city of Mexico, gave assurance that he was equal to any emergency that required the highest elements of a thoroughly educated, gallant, and patriotic officer: Gen. Smith is emphatically a fighting man, and as may be imagined, the events of the morning had tended to decrease in no measure his pugnacity. When he received his long-desired orders for an assault of the enemy's works, his eyes glistened with a fire which, could it have been seen by his maligners, would have left them in no doubt as to his private feelings in regard to the present contest. All the arrangements were complete by three o'clock, an
A Rebel soldier named Joseph Infield died on the steamer Fanny Bullitt at Fort Donelson from a wound received in the battle. He requested that his mother should be informed of his fate, but was too low to give particulars. Her name is now Harriet Harris, and she is supposed to reside in Southern Kentucky. His dying words were: Tell my mother I have made my peace with God and die happy; that I have but one regret, that of raising an arm against my country. His last moments were soothed by womanly tenderness and sympathy. Louisville Journal, March 14.
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