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W. W. Blackford (search for this): chapter 17
t, reconnoitre the operations of the Yankees as closely as possible, and send him a report every five minutes. Captain Blackford, who possessed a very good field-glass, volunteered to accompany me, and we at once trotted off together upon our hazar occupants by a severe fire whenever a grey uniform had been seen there. Leaving the couriers at the foot of the hill, Blackford and I dismounted and climbed cautiously up to the top, creeping along through the bushes and concealing ourselves behind little attention to this fusillade, when suddenly I observed two pieces of artillery moving into position, and before Blackford finished uttering the words, Von, the Yankees are going to shell us out of this, a missile, whizzing towards us, struck until whole regiments, brigades, and divisions, in utter confusion and bewildered flight, covered the plain before us. Blackford, as excited as myself, jumped from his hiding-place, and, throwing his hat in the air, cried out, Thank God, they are w
D. H. Hill (search for this): chapter 17
l Jackson galloped up at full speed bringing the order for Stuart to retreat as quickly as he could to his original position. Our commander-in-chief, adhering to his earliest idea, still objected to a forward movement, for which, in my judgment, the golden moment had now passed, had he inclined to favour it. Under cover of the darkness of the night, we conducted our retrograde movement in safety, and reached our old position on the Port Royal road with but slight loss. The division of D. H. Hill had now arrived at Hamilton's Crossing, and had been placed at once in the open field upon Jackson's right, where might be seen the glare of their hundreds of camp-fires, and where they were busily engaged in throwing up intrenchments. On our left wing the assault of the enemy had been renewed at dark, and had been attended with the same fatal result to them with their efforts elsewhere, and the ground in front of Marye's Heights was heaped with dead bodies, chiefly those of the brave Ir
Mary Lee (search for this): chapter 17
nnock, or caused that fire to be ineffective; but General Lee had decided in council of war against any offensiur artillery maintained as yet a perfect silence, General Lee having given orders that our guns should not openm was highly complimented in Stuart's, Jackson's, and Lee's reports, the latter of which styled him the gallant his accustomed composure, and where our great leader Lee himself inspired the troops by his presence. This pof we now hastened to Jackson, who at once sent to General Lee the request that he might leave his intrenchmentse in the act of taking luncheon under a tree. General Lee has been much criticised, and chiefly by English speculated upon the incapacity of the adversary. General Lee, who had been careful to strengthen the weaker po hope of rescuing from the hands of the Yankees, Miss Mary Lee, the daughter of our commander-in-chief and a de lieutenants had reached in safety the house where Miss Lee was staying; but as her friends were afraid to all
Hardeman Stuart (search for this): chapter 17
lines of attack. At this moment I was sent by Stuart to General Jackson with the message that the Ygo to work without a moment's delay, he begged Stuart to allow him to advance two of his light piece compelled to withdraw. I was now sent by General Stuart to tell Pelham to retire if he thought theovement preparing on the enemy's left, and General Stuart, suspecting it might be a movement on our f a stampeded and demoralised mob. Having kept Stuart constantly informed of the enemy's movements, Still all remained silent upon our main line. Stuart himself, as usual, was always in the extreme flloped up at full speed bringing the order for Stuart to retreat as quickly as he could to his origits. At his side General Cooke, a brother of Mrs Stuart, was dangerously wounded in the forehead. Tur commander-in-chief and a dear friend of General Stuart's, who, while on a visit to some friends ibut I was prevented from undertaking it by General Stuart's energetic opposition. The young lieuten[5 more...]
Maxey Gregg (search for this): chapter 17
nt, and, tying the ribbon around his cap, galloped off with us to the front, where we hastened to take our position on the extreme right. On our way we met General Maxey Gregg, a gallant officer from South Carolina, with whom I exchanged a few words of friendly greeting for the last time, as a few hours afterwards he was a corpse.h their pursuers, with whom they became indiscriminately mingled, whereby was caused inevitable confusion and great loss of life on our side. Here the gallant General Gregg fell mortally wounded while attempting to rally his men. Our reserves speedily coming up, however, with the right wing of Early's division, the Yankees were resion, and had fallen during the first attack in the morning on the spot where our lines had for some time been broken. We had to mourn the loss of two general officers, Maxey Gregg of South Carolina, and Thomas R. R. Cobb of Georgia, who fell on Marye's Heights. At his side General Cooke, a brother of Mrs Stuart, was dangerously
Hullyhan (search for this): chapter 17
of one so young and so full of promise; and the record of his services to his country fills a few pages in the melancholy story of an unsuccessful struggle for national existence; but his memory is green in the hearts of friends that survived him, and a brave English soldier cherishes the ribbon he wore at Fredericksburg as one of the dearest souvenirs of the past in his possession. We were greatly delighted at finding also at headquarters two of the younger members of the Staff, Lieutenants Hullyhan and Turner, who had just returned from a dangerous expedition into the enemy's lines on the other side of the Rappahannock. Several days before they had gone off with the hope of rescuing from the hands of the Yankees, Miss Mary Lee, the daughter of our commander-in-chief and a dear friend of General Stuart's, who, while on a visit to some friends in the county of Stafford, had been cut off from her home and family. This was an expedition after my own heart, but I was prevented from
December 13th, 1862 AD (search for this): chapter 17
Chapter 16: The great battle of Fredericksburg. 13th December 1862. The darkness of night was just giving way before the doubtful light of morning, which struggled with a dense, all-obscuring fog, when the bugle sounded to horse at our headquarters. In obeying the summons, every man girded his sword more tightly around his waist, and looked with greater care than usual to the saddling of his horse and the loading of his revolver, feeling well assured that the hour of the momentous conflict had indeed arrived. Our guest, Captain Phillips, believing that he should obtain a more extended and satisfactory view of the engagement from Lee's Hill than from the position of our cavalry on the right flank, made up his mind to separate himself from us for the day, and at an early hour we parted with this portly grenadier, whose engaging manners had endeared him to us all. Our parting had just that little admixture of sadness in it which came from the involuntary misgiving that po
1800 AD (search for this): chapter 17
n lay in hopeless anguish, writhing in their wounds, and pitilessly exposed to the sharp frosty air of the winter's night. Not one of our generals was aware of the magnitude of the victory we had gained, of the injury we had inflicted upon the enemy, and of the degree of demoralisation in the hostile army, everybody regarding the work as but half done, and expecting a renewal of the attack the following morning. Of our own army only one-third had been engaged, and our loss did not exceed 1800 in killed and wounded. Most of these belonged to A. P. Hill's division, and had fallen during the first attack in the morning on the spot where our lines had for some time been broken. We had to mourn the loss of two general officers, Maxey Gregg of South Carolina, and Thomas R. R. Cobb of Georgia, who fell on Marye's Heights. At his side General Cooke, a brother of Mrs Stuart, was dangerously wounded in the forehead. The Federal loss was not less than 14,000 in killed and wounded (we too
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en placed at once in the open field upon Jackson's right, where might be seen the glare of their hundreds of camp-fires, and where they were busily engaged in throwing up intrenchments. On our left wing the assault of the enemy had been renewed at dark, and had been attended with the same fatal result to them with their efforts elsewhere, and the ground in front of Marye's Heights was heaped with dead bodies, chiefly those of the brave Irishmen of Meagher's brigade, which went to the attack 1200 strong, and left 900 of their number upon this dreadful spot. About seven o'clock the battle ceased for the day; only random cannonshots were still interchanged, the flight of the shells distinctly marked in flaming curves across the dark firmament, and the shadows of evening fell upon a battle-field, the nameless horrors of which none of us had even measurably conjectured — a battle-field where thousands of mutilated and dying men lay in hopeless anguish, writhing in their wounds, and pitil
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