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Chancellorsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
y of it) about December 1, 1862. At this time I was relieved of duty by the return of Major Hill, and went back to my brigade, which had lost its beloved Branch at Sharpsburg, and was now under command of Brigadier-General James H. Lane, who had earned his promotion while in command of the Twenty-eighth North Carolina, one of the regiments of that hard-fought brigade. Closing incidents. The battle of Fredericksburg passed and so did the winter, when the spring-time called us to Chancellorsville, the sad scene of the wounding of Stonewall Jackson. General Hill was wounded near the same spot and about the same time. He was not in command for a day or so, but was an interested spectator of that heated engagement which was under the direct command of General J. E. B. Stuart. This over, a reorganization, so to speak, took place. General A. P. Hill was made lieutenant-general and W. D. Pender major-general of Hill's Light division. From then on I only saw General Hill occasiona
Martinsburg (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
ht up that he took the lieutenant's sword and broke it over him. A thrilling page. On the withdrawal of the Confederates to the Virginia side it devolved upon General Hill to cover the retreat. How well he did so, and with what terrible loss to the troops who attempted to cross in pursuit, is no part of the object of this writing, but is a thrilling page in the history of that notable campaign. From there we moved out to Bunker's Hill, on the Valley turnpike between Winchester and Martinsburg, and from there to a point near Castleman's Ferry, which is on the road to Snicker's Gap in the Blue Ridge mountains, not far from Loudoun Heights. Here a good long rest was enjoyed, and we all did well on an issue of rations that I have never seen equaled in variety. For over thirty days my abstracts were complete in three columns—to wit: Flour, fresh beef, salt. Once on one of the marches to this place another teamster fell into trouble by the absence of three stars. Another teamst
Loudoun (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.23
g to pass you, said the General, quietly seating himself in the ambulance, which now had all the way that Pat could possibly give it. How he served a non-combatant. While at Harper's Ferry I went to his office in an upper room where he was paroling the prisoners for instructions as to the distribution of the immense stock of hard bread and other supplies captured there. A man wearing a rusty cavalry uniform of the Federal army came in and asked General Hill for a pass to go over into Loudoun, claiming to be a non-combatant resident of that county who had been caught at the Ferry when it was surrounded. What are you doing with those clothes on? said General Hill. I bought them, said the man. You are lying, said the General. Get out of here, you—— scoundrel. And grabbing the fellow by the shoulders he pushed him to the head of the stairs and started him down with all the momentum a vigorous kick from his military boot would impart to him. Broke his sword over him.
Dabney Carr Harrison (search for this): chapter 1.23
ould exist between a subordinate and superior officer, with only occasional official intercourse. It was his habit when on the march to wear what was called then a hunting-shirt, without a coat or any insignia of rank visible. To those who knew him the insignia of a general was stamped on his every feature; but with those who did not know him this omission to display the three stars often led to amusing blunders. It was after we had chased little Mack to the cover of his gunboats at Harrison's landing, and were returning to the lines around Richmond that one of these occurred. I had been directed by the quartermaster of the division (General J. G. Field, since Attorney-General of Virginia), to hold the wagon-train at a given point on the road until ordered forward by him. The train was halted and I placed a faithful sergeant at the head to allow it to move only when ordered by Major Field, while I and others rode off to a spring for water, in full view of the road and distant
mster fell into trouble by the absence of three stars. Another teamster's Blunder. The wagon train was crossing a stream, and a teamster was belaboring his mules with all his might to keep them from drinking. The General's horse was drinking near by, and General Hill told the teamster to stop beating the mules so unmercifully. The muledriver invited him to attend to his own business, as he himself proposed to do as he pleased with his team. His surprise was as great as McClellan's or Pope's at Jackson's rear movements, when he felt the sharp raps of General Hill's rapier on his back applied with the vigor of an experienced hand. He, too, begged the General's pardon. I would not be understood as intimating that these things occurred by design of the General, or that he purposely moved around incognito. By no means. It was his consideration of comfort that led him to leave off his coat. Nothing else. His apology. When General Miles surrendered at Harper's Ferry, he
hat is General Hill. To this he said he'd be dad burned if that wasn't the courier that told him to move the train forward. And so it was; but the General knew the sergeant did not recognize him and gave the order accordingly. A lesson to Pat. When at Gordonsville, before the engagement at Cedar Mountain, Major E. B. Hill, brother of the General, and commissary of the division, was taken sick and was sent up to his home at Culpeper or to Richmond, and I was ordered to report to Majyer pardon, Gineral; big yer pardon, Gineral! Didn't know you were in the ambulance. That will learn you to give way to any ambulance wanting to pass you, said the General, quietly seating himself in the ambulance, which now had all the way that Pat could possibly give it. How he served a non-combatant. While at Harper's Ferry I went to his office in an upper room where he was paroling the prisoners for instructions as to the distribution of the immense stock of hard bread and other sup
James H. Lane (search for this): chapter 1.23
bear the idea of having even an enemy unnecessarily exposed. Breaking camp at Castleman's Ferry, in November, we moved up the Valley, crossed the Blue Ridge by the turnpike from Newmarket to Gordonsville, and marched toward Fredericksburg, which we reached (or the vicinity of it) about December 1, 1862. At this time I was relieved of duty by the return of Major Hill, and went back to my brigade, which had lost its beloved Branch at Sharpsburg, and was now under command of Brigadier-General James H. Lane, who had earned his promotion while in command of the Twenty-eighth North Carolina, one of the regiments of that hard-fought brigade. Closing incidents. The battle of Fredericksburg passed and so did the winter, when the spring-time called us to Chancellorsville, the sad scene of the wounding of Stonewall Jackson. General Hill was wounded near the same spot and about the same time. He was not in command for a day or so, but was an interested spectator of that heated enga
rprise was as great as McClellan's or Pope's at Jackson's rear movements, when he felt the sharp raps of General Hill's rapier on his back applied with the vigor of an experienced hand. He, too, begged the General's pardon. I would not be understood as intimating that these things occurred by design of the General, or that he purposely moved around incognito. By no means. It was his consideration of comfort that led him to leave off his coat. Nothing else. His apology. When General Miles surrendered at Harper's Ferry, he was dressed so fine and Hill so plainly, that Miles apologized for his good clothes, saying he expected to meet some of the high officials of the Confederacy, and had therefore put on his best uniform. Get to the rear. At the battle of Cedar Mountain, General Prince was captured and taken to General Hill, just in rear of the Confederate line, where the minnie balls were flying briskly around. General Prince said: General, the fortunes of war hav
W. D. Pender (search for this): chapter 1.23
tle of Fredericksburg passed and so did the winter, when the spring-time called us to Chancellorsville, the sad scene of the wounding of Stonewall Jackson. General Hill was wounded near the same spot and about the same time. He was not in command for a day or so, but was an interested spectator of that heated engagement which was under the direct command of General J. E. B. Stuart. This over, a reorganization, so to speak, took place. General A. P. Hill was made lieutenant-general and W. D. Pender major-general of Hill's Light division. From then on I only saw General Hill occasionally. But our friendship—for it was nothing less than that—continued to the end. And on the morning of the 2d of April, 1865, when I saw his dead body brought from the field in the ambulance, I know that no one except his nearest of kin could have felt a sharper pang of grief than I did, and none had warmer tears course down their cheeks than myself. General Hill was firm, without austerity; genial,
George B. McClellan (search for this): chapter 1.23
another teamster fell into trouble by the absence of three stars. Another teamster's Blunder. The wagon train was crossing a stream, and a teamster was belaboring his mules with all his might to keep them from drinking. The General's horse was drinking near by, and General Hill told the teamster to stop beating the mules so unmercifully. The muledriver invited him to attend to his own business, as he himself proposed to do as he pleased with his team. His surprise was as great as McClellan's or Pope's at Jackson's rear movements, when he felt the sharp raps of General Hill's rapier on his back applied with the vigor of an experienced hand. He, too, begged the General's pardon. I would not be understood as intimating that these things occurred by design of the General, or that he purposely moved around incognito. By no means. It was his consideration of comfort that led him to leave off his coat. Nothing else. His apology. When General Miles surrendered at Harpe
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