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Leesburg (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
ling for the New York World ever since. On the morning of the 3rd we took up the line of march with the head of the column striking northward, passing by Frying Pan Church — which name is suggestive of some hot gospels, and a place where doubtless the doctrine of total damnation of man was preached. Still no signs of our commissary wagons, and not a mouthful of food did we have all day. The 4th found our column halted and green corn served out. The 5th and 6th we marched towards Leesburg, passing through on the 7th, and crossed the Potomac near Shepherdstown. On the 8th we struck up the refrain of Maryland, my Maryland! and camped in an apple orchard. We were hungry, for six days not a morsel of bread or meat had gone in our stomachs — and our menu consisted of apples and corn. We toasted, we burned, we stewed, we boiled, we roasted these two together, and singly, until there was not a man whose form had not caved in, and who had not a bad attack of diarrhea. Our und
Yorktown (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
y full ranks, and their esprit du corps was unimpaired. Indeed, they had gained that confidence in themselves and their officers that goes far to make a crack soldier and steady veterans; and veterans they were, with Blackburn's Ford, Bull Run, Yorktown, Williamsburg, and the seven days fight emblazoned on their banners. They knew what a soldier's life was by this time, and had got trained in every phase of it. In the cantonments at Manassas Junction, drilling six times a day; in the picket duty at Falls Church and Munson's Hill; in the bivouac at Fairfax Courthouse; in the winter quarters at Centreville; in the long marches from Manassas to Richmond, and thence to Johnson, on the York river; trench duty at Dam No. 1, at Yorktown; the rear guard at Williamsburg; the skirmish line on the road, holding the enemy in check; the builders of miles of fortifications; in the sudden dash and desperate battle of Seven Pines, and then to the glorious excitement of following up the retreating
Seven Pines (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
cantonments at Manassas Junction, drilling six times a day; in the picket duty at Falls Church and Munson's Hill; in the bivouac at Fairfax Courthouse; in the winter quarters at Centreville; in the long marches from Manassas to Richmond, and thence to Johnson, on the York river; trench duty at Dam No. 1, at Yorktown; the rear guard at Williamsburg; the skirmish line on the road, holding the enemy in check; the builders of miles of fortifications; in the sudden dash and desperate battle of Seven Pines, and then to the glorious excitement of following up the retreating army of McClellan; and then the battle of Frazier's farm, had taught Kemper's men what war really was, and changed the raw levies, into gladiators who could meet death with a smile on their lips. And so in the bright morning sunshine they jested as they received abundance of cartridges and limited rations which was in the same proportion as Falstaff's sack to his bread. Down the road, past Orange Courthouse, from th
Williamsburg (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
, and their esprit du corps was unimpaired. Indeed, they had gained that confidence in themselves and their officers that goes far to make a crack soldier and steady veterans; and veterans they were, with Blackburn's Ford, Bull Run, Yorktown, Williamsburg, and the seven days fight emblazoned on their banners. They knew what a soldier's life was by this time, and had got trained in every phase of it. In the cantonments at Manassas Junction, drilling six times a day; in the picket duty at Fallh and Munson's Hill; in the bivouac at Fairfax Courthouse; in the winter quarters at Centreville; in the long marches from Manassas to Richmond, and thence to Johnson, on the York river; trench duty at Dam No. 1, at Yorktown; the rear guard at Williamsburg; the skirmish line on the road, holding the enemy in check; the builders of miles of fortifications; in the sudden dash and desperate battle of Seven Pines, and then to the glorious excitement of following up the retreating army of McClellan;
Gordonsville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
as General Gordon expressed it, and Lee fought the battle at Sharpsburg with skeleton regiments, brigades and divisions. I copy from my note book. * * * * * * On the march. On the 20th day of August, 1862, our brigade (Kemper's) left Gordonsville to open the campaign against Pope. The orders were to leave all knapsacks behind, and to travel in light marching order with three day's rations in our haversacks, a blanket on our shoulders, and eighty rounds of cartridges in our boxes and psoldier had a whole pair of shoes. Many were absolutely bare-footed, and refused to go to the rear. The ambulances were filled with the footsore and sick. Not a man among all the troops had had a change of under-clothing since the army left Gordonsville, a month ago, and the consequence was that they were dirty, tattered and infested with vermin; and now I will devote a great many lines to this subject, which the fastidious had better skip. I am writing of the lights and shadows of a soldi
Manassas, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
the battles around Richmond, had yet comparatively full ranks, and their esprit du corps was unimpaired. Indeed, they had gained that confidence in themselves and their officers that goes far to make a crack soldier and steady veterans; and veterans they were, with Blackburn's Ford, Bull Run, Yorktown, Williamsburg, and the seven days fight emblazoned on their banners. They knew what a soldier's life was by this time, and had got trained in every phase of it. In the cantonments at Manassas Junction, drilling six times a day; in the picket duty at Falls Church and Munson's Hill; in the bivouac at Fairfax Courthouse; in the winter quarters at Centreville; in the long marches from Manassas to Richmond, and thence to Johnson, on the York river; trench duty at Dam No. 1, at Yorktown; the rear guard at Williamsburg; the skirmish line on the road, holding the enemy in check; the builders of miles of fortifications; in the sudden dash and desperate battle of Seven Pines, and then to the
Sharpsburg (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
le of Sharpsburg. [from four years in the ranks, (now in press,) by Alexandeb Hunter.] Paper no. 1. General Lee was often asked after the war which battle he was proudest of, and where he fought the greatest odds? He always answered at Sharpsburg. His army depleted by battles, hardships, unripe fruit — all they had to live upon — stone bruises, for not a man in a half a dozen had a pair of shoes — straggling, the vineyards of Maryland, fair as the garden of the gods, tempted thousands d the line, and a feeble attack made, which was easily checked, for the regiment was in place behind a fence. The Seventeenth only lost about half a dozen wounded. That night, or rather at early dawn of the 15th, the brigade marched towards Sharpsburg; the men had not a mouthful to eat, and squads from the different companies obtained permission to forage for them-selves and comrades. I was on one of these details; leaving the road and striking across the fields, we entered into a yard in t<
Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
dozen had a pair of shoes — straggling, the vineyards of Maryland, fair as the garden of the gods, tempted thousands to lea many a loved comrade who was shot in the battle. Into Maryland. On Monday the march was continued towards Fairfax Cou Shepherdstown. On the 8th we struck up the refrain of Maryland, my Maryland! and camped in an apple orchard. We were hMaryland! and camped in an apple orchard. We were hungry, for six days not a morsel of bread or meat had gone in our stomachs — and our menu consisted of apples and corn. We ed for them. But we fared better in the rich fields of Maryland. In an hour after the passage of the Potomac the command continued the march through the rich fields of Maryland. The country people lined the roads, gazing in open-eyed wonder e, and in that way we went through the most loyal city in Maryland. The following intercepted letter, from a Union lady ily dry them and get a temporary relief. Every evening in Maryland, when the army halted and bivouaced for the night, hundre
Frederick (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
windows and doors, but they seemed afraid to make any manifestation of their feelings — only smiling covertly. The marching soldiery did not imitate the cautious silence of the Frederick Citizens; they had full haversacks, and therefore light hearts, jokes, witicisms, and badinage flew from lip to lip, and some one striking up a song, it was chanted by the brigade, and in that way we went through the most loyal city in Maryland. The following intercepted letter, from a Union lady in Frederick to a friend in Baltimore, thus speaks of the passage of our army. Frederick City, Maryland, September 13th, 1862. I wish, my dearest Minnie, you could have witnessed the transit of the Rebel army through our streets a day or two ago. Their coming was unheralded by any pomp and pageant whatever. No bursts of martial music greeted your ear, no thundering sound of canon, no brilliant staff, no glittering cortege dashed through the streets, instead came three long dirty columns, that kept
Chantilly (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 8.83
er, there would not have been enough to pick one's teeth after. Nearly all that day we tramped through the muck of the roads, that was ankle deep. There was a constant cannonading in our front. It was late in the evening when we arrived at Chantilly, that stately old country house, where several of us had stood guard in the lovely autumn nights of 1861. It was raining in torrents, which fact prevented us from arriving earlier, to participate in the sharp action that our van had with Kearn had been present, for our ammunition was soaking wet, and there was not a gun in the division that would have gone off. Standing, then, in the drowning summer's storm, we beheld the evidence so plain before our eyes of the sacked and ruined Chantilly; that sweet, lovely place which, for nearly a century, had been famous for all that makes a home prized and loved, and an estate cared for and valued. The fences were all levelled, the out-buildings were demolished, the splendid park cut dow
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