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Braxton Bragg (search for this): chapter 26
this vexing way was the time so precious to me being lost. At last I got home, saw my friends, and after eight days there, the only time spent at home during the whole four years war, I hurried back to join my corps, which was then on its march to Chattanooga. There I saw Grant, the last time for many months, preparing for the great battles of Missionary Ridge and Lookout Mountain. I was under Sherman now, and joining in the charge made by a part of Smith's Division, on the right wing of Bragg's army, was surrounded and captured. It was the last battle of my life. I saw my sword, and pistols, and purse divided among a corporal and two privates, who came near shooting each other on account of the trophies captured from the young Yankee. I also saw, however, from the top of Mission Ridge, the flying enemy, and the grand advance of Thomas' and Sherman's armies. I was a prisoner! What I experienced during more than fifteen months in the prisons of Libby, Columbia, Charleston,
S. H. M. Byers (search for this): chapter 26
Recollections of Grant. S. H. M. Byers. Looking over my diary to-day, kept when a corporal in Company B, I find this half-faded entry: This day our corps, the Seventeenth, McPherson commanding, marched from the Mississippi river up to Fort Gibson. While I was standing by the pontoon bridge watching the boys cross the bayou, I heard somebody cheering, and, looking round, saw an officer on horseback in a major general's uniform. He dismounted and came over to the very spot where I was standing. I did not know his face, but something told me it was Grant Ulysses Grant, at that moment the hero of the Western army. Solid he stood-erect; about five feet eight, with square features, thin closed lips, brown hair, brown beard, both cut short and neat. He must weigh one hundred and fifty pounds; looks just like the soldier he is. I think he is larger than Napoleon, but not much-he is not so dumpy; looks like a man in good earnest, and the rebels think he is. And this was the first
Grant Ulysses Grant (search for this): chapter 26
Recollections of Grant. S. H. M. Byers. Looking over my diary to-day, kept when a corporal hink he is. And this was the first time I saw Grant. I think I still possess some of the feeling ont, and grew louder, too, on the left flank. Grant had led his horse to the left, and thus kept nnd marching inside the enemy's lines. What if Grant should be killed, and we be defeated here — in His cries of pain attracted the attention of Grant, and I noticed the half-curious, though sympattes at the meadow when an orderly dashed up to Grant, and handed him a communication. Then followeder fire; but this was a real battle, and what Grant himself might have called business. I tried t very spot where, half an hour before, we left Grant leaning on his bay mare and smoking his cigar.lly long, had been severe. On the 22d of May, Grant, under the impression that the enemy had been munition had been furnished the batteries, and Grant proposed celebrating the anniversary of the na[14 more...]
U. S. Grant (search for this): chapter 26
nt march, by Pemberton's men, from the boys of Grant's army. Many a ration was divided, many a canacross to Fortress Monroe, and up the James to Grant. I found him in a little board cabin of two rons, We told you so's, etc. I was announced to Grant as a bearer of dispatches from Sherman, whose my fears, but Not a bit! Not a bit! replied Grant. I knew him. I knew my man. I expected him tochased Wade Hampton completely from the road. Grant and Ord both laughed heartily. And this, thenloudly. I expected just exactly as much, said Grant. Kilpatrick had, in fact, a most laughablee men seem off for shoes and for coats? asked Grant. I replied, if suffering, there was no complal make-believes that we are having daily, said Grant. I asked if an engagement was expected. He rnly to be captured at Appomattox Court-House. Grant mentioned that the Secretary of War, Mr. Stantromptness. It was the last time I ever saw Grant in uniform. I went to my home in the far West[9 more...]
Wade Hampton (search for this): chapter 26
h laughed heartily. And this, then, was the disaster to Sherman's army, of which the rebels had been boasting so loudly. I expected just exactly as much, said Grant. Kilpatrick had, in fact, a most laughable adventure with a narrow escape, however, for life. He was at Sherman's headquarters the day after the surprise, and I heard him telling how he was chased, and his staff captured and put up stairs in a house, where they remained while he rallied his men in the swamp, and surprised Hampton in return, and to more purpose, too, than he himself had been surprised. He lost a couple of hundred of prisoners, however, and some horses. But Kilpatrick kept his ground and lived to lead his dashing cavalry on many another field. How do the men seem off for shoes and for coats? asked Grant. I replied, if suffering, there was no complaint. At that moment a fierce and sudden cannonade commenced at some point on the enemy's line. An officer was called and ordered off to see what it m
Stonewall Jackson (search for this): chapter 26
river! Over the river! Ah! that night we slept with our guns in our hands; and another night, and another, saw more than one of our division camped beyond and over the river — in that last tenting-ground where the reveille was heard no more forever. I next saw Grant on May 18th, 1863, and this time at the battle of Champion hills, in rear of Vicksburg. We had crossed the Mississippi river at Grand Gulf, and swung off east and north; had fought the battles of Port Gibson, Raymond, and Jackson, and were overtaking Pemberton's army hastening to the walls of Vicksburg. It was a very hot day, and we had marched hard, slept little, and rested none. Among the magnolias on Champion hills, the enemy, forty to fifty thousand strong, turned on us. Sherman's Corps was already engaged far on the right as we approached the field in that overpowering Mississippi sun. Our brigade was soon in line, on the edge of a meadow, or open field sloping toward the woods, where the enemy were concealed
Joseph E. Johnston (search for this): chapter 26
round that, with such a man besieging them, the city was doomed. Our army occupied the anomalous position of being besiegers and besieged at the same time. Pemberton's army was in front of us in the works, while the army of his confederate, Johnston, almost surrounded us from behind, and was vigilant in seeking either an opportunity to break through and join the forces in Vicksburg or lend them a helping hand in getting out. Many were the adventures, grim sports and escapes we had as we layighting regiments, and closed by asking if she were not glad her boy was not too young to be a soldier? Her answer brought me her blessing and her prayer, and I was doubly rewarded. We at once turned and pursued the enemy in our rear, under Johnston. The Vicksburg prisoners were to go back to a camp of parole, and for days we marched along the country road side by sidelines of the blue and lines of the gray. It was a strange sightthose two armies that only a few hours before had been hurl
Kilpatrick (search for this): chapter 26
etail of Sherman's last movements. We have been in perfect ignorance, said Grant, of all these things; you have brought me the first authentic news. How about Kilpatrick . And I told him how, a few nights before, this officer had been surprised in bed, and his staff all captured; how he fled to the swamp, rallied his men, and, eartily. And this, then, was the disaster to Sherman's army, of which the rebels had been boasting so loudly. I expected just exactly as much, said Grant. Kilpatrick had, in fact, a most laughable adventure with a narrow escape, however, for life. He was at Sherman's headquarters the day after the surprise, and I heard him rised Hampton in return, and to more purpose, too, than he himself had been surprised. He lost a couple of hundred of prisoners, however, and some horses. But Kilpatrick kept his ground and lived to lead his dashing cavalry on many another field. How do the men seem off for shoes and for coats? asked Grant. I replied, if suff
Fitz Lee (search for this): chapter 26
fficer was called and ordered off to see what it meant. It is one of the usual make-believes that we are having daily, said Grant. I asked if an engagement was expected. He replied it was quite possible at any hour; but his own opinion was that Lee at that very moment might be getting ready to try and escape from Richmond, and that this thundering cannonade was one of his preparatory ruses to attract attention. The correctness of his opinion was proven in a few days, when Lee and his whole Lee and his whole army fell back from Richmond, only to be captured at Appomattox Court-House. Grant mentioned that the Secretary of War, Mr. Stanton, was there from Washington, and would visit him that evening, and suggested that he should take charge of my other papers and turn them over to him. He was then kind enough to ask about my own personal experiences, especially my life in prison, and if I, too, confirmed the horrible tales of suffering that had met his ears daily. I gave him a list of what we had t
Libby (search for this): chapter 26
n, on the right wing of Bragg's army, was surrounded and captured. It was the last battle of my life. I saw my sword, and pistols, and purse divided among a corporal and two privates, who came near shooting each other on account of the trophies captured from the young Yankee. I also saw, however, from the top of Mission Ridge, the flying enemy, and the grand advance of Thomas' and Sherman's armies. I was a prisoner! What I experienced during more than fifteen months in the prisons of Libby, Columbia, Charleston, and elsewhere, will not be related here. In September, 1864, the Libby prisoners, seven hundred in number, and all officers, were transferred from Charleston to a camp in the woods, on the Congaree river, near Columbia, South Carolina. There seemed but one outlook ahead for us, and that was a lingering death, unless hastened by some attempt to escape. I had got away twice, for a few days at a time, but was recaptured, and my position made even worse than before. In
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