{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4115", "width": "2669", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3788", "width": "2242", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3804", "width": "2280", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE\\nBLUE COATS,\\nAND HOW\\nTHEY LIVED, FOUGHT AND DIED FOR THE UNION.\\nWITH SCENES AND INCIDENTS IN THE GREAT REBELLION.\\nCOMPRISING\\nNARRATIVES OF PERSONAL ADVENTURE, THRILLING INCIDENTS, DARING\\nEXPLOITS, HEROIC DEEDS, WONDERFUL ESCAPES, LIFE IN THE\\nCAMP, FIELD AND HOSPITAL, ADVENTURES OF SPIES AND\\nSCOUTS, TOGETHER WITH THE SONGS, BALLADS, ANECDOTES\\nAND HUMOROUS INCIDENTS OF THE WAR.\\n33 ST C^ZFT^VIItT JOHH TK,TJESID-A.Ij33.\\nSPLENDIDLY ILLUSTRATED WITH OVER 100 FINE PORTRAITS AND BEAUTIFUL ENGRAVING\\nOp\\n(Issued by subscription only, and not for sale In tbe book stores. Residents of any State\\ndesiring a copy should address the publishers, and an agent will call upon them.)\\nNATIONAL PUBLISHING CO.\\nPHILADELPHIA, PA. CINCINNATI, OHIO CHiCAGO, ILL.\\nST. LOUIS, MO. ATLANTA, GA.", "height": "3788", "width": "2382", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867, by\\nJONES BROTHERS CO.,\\nIn the Clerk s Office of the District Court of the United States, in and for the E\u00c2\u00aboter?\\nDistrict of Pennsylvania.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "TO\\nTHE SURVIVING\\nBLUE COATS\\nOF\\nTHE ARMIES OP THE UNION\\nTHIS\\nBOOK IS DEDICATED.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PKEFACE.\\nAmong the many productions which the late war\\nhas drawn forth, the editor has thought there is room\\nfor such a volume as this, which he now offers to the\\nreader a volume which shall present a full and com-\\nplete picture of the various phases of the life of a sol-\\ndier, his battles, marches, sufferings, and privations,\\nand such instances of personal daring and adventure\\nas shone forth conspicuously during the four years of\\nour civil strife. He is well aware, that full justice\\ncannot be done to those brave men who, on land\\nand sea, carried the Stars and Stripes in triumph\\nthroughout the entire length and breadth of that\\nportion of the Union so lately in arms against\\nthe General Government, but he hopes and believes\\nthat those who wore the glorious blue coat, will\\nrecognize the fidelity and truthfulness of the present\\nvolume, which aims solely to present to the country\\nin a familiar and pleasant manner the claims of our\\nheroes to the nation s gratitude.\\n5", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "6\\nPREFACE.\\nThe selections herein embodied have been made\\ncarefully and faithfully from the current literature of\\nthe war, a task to which the editor has devoted con-\\nsiderable time and research. His aim has been to\\ndraw, from the mass before him, the most graphic and\\nstriking articles, those which would most forcibly re-\\ncall, to the survivors of the army and navy, the stir-\\nring scenes through which they passed so bravely,\\nwhich would depict most truthfully their fortitude\\nand heroism in adversity, in the hospital and prison,\\nand render the amplest justice to those who proved\\ntheir faith by their deeds and now lie sleeping in the\\nswamps and amid the pines of the South.\\nThe book being devoted to such a purpose, it\\nseemed but justice to give to it the title which it\\nbears, a name now doubly dear to every true Ameri-\\ncan heart.\\nJ. T.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "This work will be beautifully illustrated with groups\\nof the following Naval and Military Heroes, and\\nprominent Rebel Generals; and will contain an ele-\\ngant full-page steel portrait of Lieutenant-General\\nGrant, besides numerous fine engravings of battle-\\nscenes, etc.\\nLIST OF ILLUSTRATION S.\\nPORTRAITS.\\nL\\nGENERAL GRANT, FRONTISPIECE.\\n25. GENERAL\\nBUTLER.\\nMEADE.\\n9ft\\nBANKS.\\n3.\\nu\\nHANCOCK.\\n27.\\nSIGEL.\\n4.\\nM\\nWARREN.\\n28.\\nHUNTER.\\n5.\\nWRIGHT.\\n29.\\nFREMONT.\\n6.\\nM\\nBALDY SMITH.\\n30.\\nORD.\\n7.\\nM\\nSICKLES,\\n31.\\nMcCLELLAN.\\n8.\\nHEINTZELMAN.\\n32.\\nFOSTER.\\n9, LIEUT-GEN. SHERMAN.\\n33.\\nTERRY.\\n10* GENERAL ROSECRANS.\\n34.\\nSYKES.\\n11.\\nLOGAN.\\n35.\\nGLLLMORE.\\n12.\\nHOWARD.\\n36.\\nWALLACE.\\n13.\\nA\\nSLOCUM.\\n37.\\nGARFIELD.\\n14.\\nROBERT McCOOK.\\n38.\\nSCHOFIELD c\\n15.\\nII\\nMcCLERNAND.\\n39.\\nSHERIDAN.\\nLIEUTENANT-GENERAL SCOT!\\n40.\\nKTLPATRTCK.\\n17.\\nGENERAL HALLECK.\\n41.\\nCUSTER.\\n18.\\nK\\nDIX.\\n42.\\nBUFORD.\\n19.\\nCASEY.\\n43.\\nMERRITT.\\n20.\\nFRANKLIN\\n44.\\nAVERLLL.\\n21.\\nBUELL.\\n45.\\nTORBERT.^\\n^22.\\na\\nSHIELDS.\\n46.\\nTHOMAS.\\n^23.\\nii\\nBURNSLDE.\\n47.\\nJEFF. C. DATTS,\\nU.\\nHOOKER\\n48\\nCANBY.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "s\\nLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.\\n49. GENERAL CURTIS.\\n50.\\nJNJiibfLiiii..\\n51\\nJ. D. COX.\\n52.\\n\\\\j 3.\\nGORDON GRANGER.\\nPALMER.\\n54.\\nSEDGWICK.\\n55.\\n56.\\nHcPJlEliSON.\\nREYNOLDS.\\n57.\\nW ADBWUK1M.\\n58\\nM\\nBUJUIN iii XV.\\n59.\\n60.\\nKEARNEY.\\nLYON.\\n61.\\nBIRNEY.\\n62.\\n63\\nu\\nRENO\\nGRIERSON.\\n65.\\n66.\\nROUSSEAU.\\nWILSON.\\n67.\\n68.\\nKAUTZ.\\nSTONEMAN.\\n69.\\nU\\nPLEASONTON.\\n70.\\nGREGG.\\nfl\\\\. VICE ADMIRAL FARRAGUT.\\n72. REAR PORTER.\\n73. REAR ADMIRAL FOOTE.\\n74. DUPONT.\\n75. DAHLGREN.\\n76. GOLD SBORO UGH.\\n77. COMMODORE WINSLOW.\\n78. LIEUTENANT-COMMANDER CUSHINO,\\n79. GENERAL R. E. LEE.\\n80.\\nSTONEWALL JACKSON\\n81.\\nEWELL.\\n82.\\nBEAUREGARD.\\n83.\\nLONGSTREET.\\n84.\\nBRECKINRIDGE.\\n85.\\nA. P. HILL.\\n86. M\\nFITZHUGH LEE.\\n87. COLONEL\\nMOSBY.\\n88. GENERAL JOSEPH E. JOHNSTON.\\n89.\\nHOOD.\\n90.\\nBRAGG.\\n91.\\nKIRBY SMITH.\\n92.\\nPRICE.\\n93.\\nA. S. JOHNSTON.\\n94.\\nHARDEE.\\n95.\\nFORREST.\\n96. M\\nJOHN MORGAN.\\nBATTLE SCENES, ETC.\\n97. BATTLE OF GETTYSBURG.\\n-98. CAPTURE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.\\nn. 99. BATTLE OF CHAPIN S FARM. \\\\*t^\\n100. SURRENDER OF GENERAL LEE.\\n101. INTERVIEW BETWEEN GENERALS\\nSHERMAN AND JOHNSTON.\\n102. PRISONERS CAMP AT ANDERSON\\nVILLE, GEORGIA.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPART L\\nNARRATIVES OF PERSONAL DARING AND ADYENTCRE.\\nPAGE\\nAdventure of a spy IT\\nSet em up on t other alley. 20\\nA contraband incident 21\\nThe Badge of the Fifteenth army corps 22\\nPicket repartee at Vicksburg 23\\nAn old woman s welcome to the Flag 25\\nRobbery by mistake 25\\nA Blue coat in luck 26\\nA Spartan boy 26\\nVilliam and his havelock 27\\nBombardment of Fort Sumter 29\\nAn army scene 36\\nPets in the army 37\\nA contraband incident 39\\nOn the Chickahominy 40\\nHappy to make General Gordon s acquaintance 54\\nDon t know the ropes 54\\nThe Western soldier 55\\nA philosophical darkey 58\\nRough on the cavalry 59\\nl 9", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "10\\nCONTENTS.\\nPAGB\\nThe retreat to the James river 60\\nA characteristic indorsement 77\\nA stirring scene 78\\nThe cavalry charge 79\\nA strange battle scene 81\\nThe perils of a scout 82\\nMostthar. 90\\nThe One Hundred and Fifth Rhode Island 90\\nGeneral Butler s account of his recruiting operations in Louisiana... 91\\nZagonyi s charge 94\\nA practical joke on a teamster 95\\nEnlisting negroes 97\\nCash payments 98\\nBattle-hymn of the Republic 99\\nAn adventure of General Howard 100\\nThe assault 101\\nGrant s unselfishness. Ill\\nA cavalry charge 112\\nSheridan s ride 125\\nTrue to her principles 127\\nA wedding in camp 128\\nRoll call 130\\nThe clothes-line Telegraph 132\\nThe charge at Port Hudson 134\\nWashing day in camp 138\\nArmy exchanges 139\\nA snow-ball battle 140\\nThe battle-cry of Freedom 145\\nAn anecdote of Colonel Hugh McNeill 147\\nHow they got their liquor 149\\nThe Stars and Stripes over Richmond 149\\nHow General Hooker talked to a cavalry brigadier 15B\\nThe surrender of Yicksburg 157\\nIncidents of Shiloh 159\\nGeneral Rosecrans and Pat s furlo 160\\nA scene in war 161\\nTo Canaan 164", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. 11\\nPAGE\\nThe march to Nashville 166\\nIncident at Antietam 168\\nAnecdote of President Lincoln 169\\nHow a Captain was captured 169\\nAnecdote of General Grant 172\\nA penitent fellow 173\\nGeneral Grant defines his position 173\\nGeneral Sherman watching the capture of Fort McAllister 174\\nGeneral Logan and the Irishman 177\\nGood joke on a chaplain 178\\nSheridan riding to the front 179\\nJohn Brown s song 181\\nPAE T II.\\nTHE BLUE COATS IN THE HOSPITAL, WITH SKETCHES AND\\nINCIDENTS OF THE CHRISTIAN COMMISSION,\\nRELIGIOUS EXERCISES, ETC, ETC.\\nRide of the wounded brigade 183\\nThe wounded after a battle 186\\nThe Army Church 188\\nAnxious for a trade 192\\nA chapel underground 193\\nSurprised, but ready 195\\nA brave confession 197\\nAnecdote of President Lincoln 197\\nLock of hair for mother 199\\nCarte de Visite 201\\nReligious exercises in the army 202\\nDeath of John 212\\nHow to spike a gun, 224", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "1 2 CONTENTS.\\nPAGE\\nCustomer for Grant s biography 224\\nNight scene in a hospital 225\\nCalling on President Lincoln 228\\nAnecdote of General Butler 229\\nThe life and death of a patriot soldier 230\\nA touching incident of the war 231\\nA sick relative 232\\nA night scene at Fredericksburg 233\\nA Mohammedan colonel 238\\nThe snow at Fredericksburg 239\\nRecollections of Grant 240\\nTime to leave 243\\nAn observing negro 243\\nAnecdote of President Lincoln 244\\nTrue to the Union 244\\nThe common soldier 246\\nOutflanked for once 248\\nSomething for everybody 248\\nTracts vs. Pound cake 250\\nMusic in the hospital 251\\nMedicinal properties of blankets. 252\\nOwning up 255\\nThe captain s wife 256\\nTi ue Samaritanism 257\\nI am proud to die for my country. 258\\nTigers and Treason 259\\nFulfilment of the sergeant s prophecy 260\\nMrs. Belmont s concert for the Sanitary Commission 261\\nI ve enlisted, sir. 262\\nRight kind of government to be established down South 263\\nDelivered at the eleventh hour 265\\nA woman under fire 266*\\nNorthern scoolma ams in Georgia 267", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\n13\\nPAET III.\\nINCIDENTS OF PERSONAL DARING AND ADVENTURE.\\nPAOB\\nThe war correspondent s first day 270\\nA story of the draft 280\\nHurrahs for Jeff Davis in the wrong place 281\\nAnecdote of Lieutenant-General Grant 282\\nCircumstances alter cases 285\\nSold 286\\nBarbara Frietchie 287\\nMore brains, Lord 289\\nGovernor Johnson and the rebel chaplains 290\\nPrompt administration of the law 292\\nHelping a poor soldier 293\\nThrilling incident at Fort Donelson 294\\nThe escape 296\\nI fights mit Sigel. 312\\nOne of the scouts of the army of the Cumberland 313\\nOld Sortie, the rebel general 323\\nSol. Meredith 323\\nBallooning in the army 324\\nRattlesnakes vs. Rebels 333\\nLieutenant s perfumed breath 333\\nA daring scout and spy 334\\nScouting in East Tennessee 347\\nThe Picket Guard 354\\nHow the prisoners escaped from the Richmond jail 356\\nGeneral Pope and the Assistant Secretary of War 363\\nMy capture and escape from Mosby 365\\nThe Battle of Lookout Mountain ,383\\nThe secret service 387\\nYoung Hart, the guide 397\\nHurrah for the gunspiker 401\\nColonel De Villiers escape 402\\nIncidents of Morgan s raid,.. 406", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "14 CONTENTS.\\nI AOS\\nAdventure of Captain Strong 417\\nDabney, the colored scOut 419\\nDriving home the cows 421\\nA Southern martyr 423\\nAdventures of an Iowa boy 424\\nExploits of a foraging party 426\\nThe brave drummer boy. 430\\nMiss Major Oushman among her captors 432\\nEosecrans orderly sergeant delivered of a baby in camp 435\\nEscaping from prison 436\\nBefore Yicksburg 437\\nThe Belgian muskets 440\\nHonorable commendation instead of ignominions death 441\\nAnnie Lillyb ridge and Lieutenant W 442\\nBather be a soldier s widow than a coward s wife 444\\nScott and the veteran 444\\nFlight, capture, and death of Booth 446\\nThe ballad of Ishmael Day 451\\nPAET IV.\\nTHE BLUE COATS AFLOAT.\\nHow a blockade runner was caught, t 454\\nSwamp angel incident 453\\nA hearty prayer 454\\nGood shooting. 455\\nThe passage of the Port Hudson batteries 465\\nRunning the batteries at Yicksburg 475\\nA frightened contraband 431\\nThe Cumberland 482\\nThe fight with the Albemarle. 484\\nAn Hibernian s tussle with a Mississippi tiger. 492", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS. 15\\nPAOB\\nThe destruction of the Albemarle. 492\\nHard to tell pork from tomatoes 497\\nA gallant tar 497\\nAn easy capture 498\\nThe escape of the Planter, 499\\nThirty tremendous minutes 502*\\nA sailor s story 504\\nA shell on board ship 506\\nAt Port Royal 507\\nDem rotten shell. 510", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "PART I.\\nTHE BLUE COATS, ffl THE FIELD, THE CAMP, THE MARCH,\\nAND THE BATTLE.\\nADVENTUKE OF A SPY.\\nI have lately returned from the south, but my exact\\nwhereaboouts in that region, for obvious reasons, it would\\nnot be politic to state. Suspected of being a northerner, it\\nwas often my advantage to court obscurity. Known as a\\nspy, a short shrift and a ready rope would have prevented\\nthe blotting of this paper. Hanging, disguised, on the out-\\nskirts of a camp, mixing with its idlers, laughing at their\\njokes, examining their arms, counting their numbers, endea-\\nvoring to discover the plans of their leaders, listening to this\\nparty and pursuing that, joining in the chorus of a rebel\\nsong, betting on rebel success, cursing abolitionism, despis-\\ning northern fighters, laughing at their tactics, and sneering\\nat their weapons praising the beauty of southern belles and\\ndecrying that o^ northern calling New York a den of cut-\\nthroats and New Orleans a paradise of immaculate chivalry,\\nis but a small portion of the practice of my profession as a\\nspy. This may not seem honorable nor desirable. As to the\\n2 17", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "18\\nADVENTURE OF A SPY.\\nhonor, let the country benefitted by the investigations and\\nwarnings of the spy be judge and the danger, often incurred,\\nis more serious and personal than that of the battle-field,\\nwhich may, perhaps, detract from its desirability.\\nIt was a dark night. Not a star on the glimmer. I had\\ncollected my quotem of intelligence, and was on the move\\nfor the northern lines. I was approaching the banks of a\\nstream whose waters I had to cross, and had then some miles\\nto traverse before I could reach the pickets of our gallant\\ntroops. A feeling of uneasiness began to creep over me I\\nwas on the outskirt of a wood fringing the dark waters at my\\nfeet, whose presence could scarcely be detected but for their\\nsullen murmurs as they rushed through the gloom. The\\nwind sighed in gentle accordance. I walked forty or fifty\\nyards along the bank. I then crept on all fours along the\\nground, and groped with my hands. I paused I groped\\nagain my breath thickened perspiration oozed from every\\npore, and I was prostrated with horror. I had missed my\\nlandmark, and knew not where I was. Below or above,\\nbeneath the shelter of the bank, lay the skiff I had hidden\\nten days before, when I commenced my operations among\\nthe followers of Jeff Davis.\\nAs I stood gasping for breath, with all the unmistakable\\nproofs of my calling about me, the sudden cry of a bird, or\\nplunging of a fish, would act like magnetism upon my frame,\\nnot wont to shudder at a shadow. No matter how pressing\\nthe danger may be, if a man sees an opportunity of escape,\\nhe breathes with freedom. But let him be surrounded by\\ndarkness, impenetrable at two yards distance, within rifle s\\nlength of concealed foes, for what knowledge he has to the\\ncontrary knowing too, with painful certainty, the detection\\nof his presence would reward him with a sudden and violent", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "", "height": "1885", "width": "1475", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "ADVENTURE Of A SPY.\\n19\\n\\\\Lath, and 11 he breathes no faster, he is more fitted for a\\nhero than I am.\\nTn the agony of that moment in the sudden and uttei\\nhelplessness I felt to discover my true bearings I was about\\nto let myself gently into the stream, and breast its current\\nfor life or death. There was no alternative. The northern\\np:3kets must be reached in safety before the morning broke,\\nor I should soon swing between heaven and earth, from some\\ngreen limb in the dark forest in which I stood.\\nAt that moment the low, sullen bay of a bloodhound\\nstruck my ear. The sound was reviving the fearful still-\\nness broken. The uncertain dread flew before the certain\\ndanger. I was standing to my middle in the shallow bed of\\nthe river, just beneath the jutting banks. After a pause of a\\nfew seconds, I began to creep mechanically and stealthily\\ndown the stream, followed, as I knew, from the rustling of\\nthe grass and frequent breaking of twigs, by the insatiable\\nbrute although, by certain uneasy growls, I felt assured he\\nwas at fault. Something struck against my breast. I could\\nnot prevent a slight cry from escaping me, as, stretching out\\nmy hand, I grasped the gunwale of a boat moored beneath\\nthe bank. Between surprise and joy I felt half choked.\\nIn an instant I had scrambled on board, and began to\\nsearch for the painter in the bow, in order to cast her from\\nher fastenings. Suddenly a bright ray of moonlight the\\nfirst gleam of hope in that black night fell directly on the\\nspot, revealing the silvery stream, my own skiff (hiddon\\nthere ten days before), lighting the deep shadows of the\\nverging wood, and, on the log half buried in the bank, and\\nfrom which I had that instant cast the line that had bound\\nme to it, the supple form of the crouching bloodhound, his\\nred eyes gleaming in the moonlight, jaws distended, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "20\\nSET EM UP ON T OTHER ATXEY.\\npoising for the spring. With one dart tne light skiff was\\nyards out in the stream, and the savage after it. With an\\noar I aimed a blow at his head, which, however, he eluded\\nwith ease, In the effort thus made, the boat careened over\\ntoward my antagonist, who made a desperate effort to get his\\nfore paws over the side, at the same time seizing the gunwale\\nwith his teeth. Now or never was my time. I drew my\\nrevolver, and placed the muzzle between his eyes, but hesi-\\ntated to fire, for that one report might bring on me a volley\\nfrom the shore. Meantime the strength of the dog careened\\nthe frail craft so much that the water rushed over the side,\\nthreatening to swamp her. I changed my tactics, threw my\\nrevolver into the bottom of the skiff, and grasping my\\nBowie, keen as a Malay creese, and glittering as I released\\nit from the sheath, like a moonbeam on the stream. In an\\ninstant I had severed the sinewy throat of the hound, cutting\\nthrough brawn and muscle to the nape of the neck. The\\ntenacious wretch gave a wild, convulsive leap half out of\\nthe water,- then sank and was gone. Five minutes pulling\\nlanded me on the other side of the river r and in an hour after\\nI was among friends within the northern lines.\\nSET EM UP OlST T OTHER ALLEY.\\nAt Antietam our boys (one hundred and seventh New\\nYork volunteers), supported Cothern s battery. The rebels\\nadvanced in a solid mass. One of our boys, a sporting charac-\\nter from Elmira, climbed a high rock, where he could view\\nthe whole scene. He occupied his place unmindful of the\\nbullets whizzing like bees around him. The rebels came on", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "A CONTRABAND INCIDENT.\\n21\\nantil we could see their faces, and then Cothern poured the\\ncanister into them. The advancing column was literaJly\\ntorn to pieces by the fire. Our friend on the rock grew\\nfrantic in his demonstrations of delight, and as one of the\\noattery sections sent a shrapnell which mowed down a long\\nline of Johnnies, he swung his cap, and shouting so that th\\nflying rebels could have heard him, sung out Bul-l-l-l-ee i\\nSet 1 em up on t other alley!\\nA CONTKABAND INCIDENT.\\nOne of the Anderson Zouaves relates the following inci-\\ndent as having come under his observation\\nWe were scouting one day in Alabama, when in a remote\\nfield we found a negro man and woman ploughing with a\\ngood horse. We paused, and the ploughers gazed at us with\\nthe greatest curiosity. I never saw a more thoroughly aston-\\nished individual. It was evidently his first sight at Yankee\\nsoldiers.\\nWell, boy, won t you come along with us I said.\\nDe Lawd bless s mars s, is you really de Fed rals\\nThat s it, old fellow.\\nDe rale Linkum sojers\\nExactly.\\nDe kind as wants counterbans\\nIdentically.\\nHere he proceeded with great deliberation to unhitch hia\\nhorse from the plough. Gathering up divers small objects,\\nthat nothing might be lost, he slung himself on his steed,\\nand cried over his shoulder, to his amazed work- fellow", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "22 THE BADGE OF TEE FIFTEENTH ARMY CORPS\\nGood-by, M ria. I se off!\\nAnd off he rode, stared at by M ria, whose eyes gazed\\nafter him in utter and complete bewilderment like the\\ngrandmother of all the owls when she first saw sunshine.\\nTHE BADGE OF THE FIFTEENTH ARMY CORPS.\\nThe troops from the Army of the Potomac, sent to -join the\\narmy of the Cumberland, carried with them various orna-\\nmental habits and customs that were new to the western sol-\\ndiers. Among them was the corps badge, which designated\\nthe corps to which officers and men were attached. For\\ninstance, the badge of the eleventh corps is a crescent, that\\nof the twelfth a star. The badge is made of any material\\ngold, silver, or red flannel and is worn conspicuously on\\nsome part of the clothing. The western corps had no such\\nbadge. How an Irishman explained the matter is thus told\\nA soldier came by the headquarters of General Butter field\\na tired, weather-beaten straggler. He was one of those who\\nmade Sherman s march from Memphis to Chattanooga, thence\\nto Knoxville, and was now returning in the terrible cold\\nof that returning march, thinly clad, one foot covered with a\\nbadly worn army shoe, the other with a piece of raw hide\\nbound with strings about a sockless foot both feet cut and\\nbleeding. Arms at will, he trudged past the headquarters 1\\nguard, intent only upon overtaking his regiment.\\nHalt, said a sentinel with a bright piece, clean uniform,\\nand white gloves. What do you belong to\\nEighth Misshoory, sure.\\nWhat division?", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "PICKET REPARTEE AT VICES BURG.\\nM Morgan L. Smith s, av coorse.\\nWhat brigade\\nGiles Smith s second brigade of the second division.\\nBut what army corps\\nThe fifteenth, you fool. I am one of the heroes of Yicks-\\nburg. Any thing more, Mr. Sentinel\\nWhere is your badge\\nMy badge, is it What is that\\nDo you see this star on my cap That is the badge of\\nthe twelfth corps. That crescent on my partner s cap is the\\nbadge of the eleventh corps.\\nI see now. That s how yez Potomic fellers gits home of\\ndark nights. Ye takes the moon and the shtars with ye.\\nBut what is the badge of your corps\\nMaking a round about, and slapping his cartridge-box, our\\nsoldier replied, D ye see that? A cartridge-box, with a\\nU. S. on a brash plate, and forty rounds in the cartridge-box,\\nand sixty rounds in our pockets. That s the badge of the\\nfifteenth, that came from Yicksburg to help ye fight Chat-\\ntanoogy.\\nPICKET REPARTEE AT YICKSBURG.\\nThe richness of rebel repartee and fecundity of Federal\\nfun during the long and familiar vis a vis at Yicksburg is\\npretty well illustrated in the following verbatim colloquy:\\nRebel Picket. What are you men doing over there\\nUnion Picket. Guarding about twenty to thirty thousand\\nrebels in and about Yicksburg. Guarding your army as\\nprisoners, and making you board yourselves.\\nEeb. Why, you fools, Pemberton has a strong line\\nof guards for the same purpose.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "24\\nPICKET REPARTEE AT VICKSBURG.\\nReb. How s Hooker He had to recross the river, did\\nhe not\\nFed. Yes, but he was not as big a fool as your general\\nwas. He did not burn the bridges before his men all got\\nacross\\nReb. What do you think of the gunboat Cincinnati\\nFed. Gunboat Why, don t you know the difference be-\\ntween a gunboat and a hay-rack\\nReb. (just in the act of throwing a hand-grenade)\\nAntn y, over!\\nFed. (in the act of hurling it back) Look out for the\\nskillets and camp-kettles\\nFed. (addressing a rebel lieutenant of artillery) Where s\\nyour gun\\nReb.-\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Turned it over to Grant at the Big Black, and 1\\nguess it s now in active service, by the way it plays into\\nthese works.\\nReb. Why don t you come and take Vicksburg\\nFed. Oh, we re in no particular hurry. General Grant is\\nnot yet ready to transfer you north.\\nReb. (boastingly) We ve got a lot of your old flags\\nover here.\\nFed. Have you, though You d better make shirts of\\nem, for they d look better n that butternut.\\nReb. (in a husky voice)\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I want to trade $?ome corn-meal\\nfor some coffee.\\nFed. What did you say\\nReb. (louder) Won t you trade some coffee for some\\ncorn-meal\\nFed. You d better get some coffee, or something else, for\\nyou ve eat corn-meal till you can t talk plain.\\np.ph-^ When are vou going to make a change?", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2055", "width": "2279", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "ROBBERY BY MISTAKJS. 25\\nFed. Ob, in about two years. We are in no hurry are\\nliving fine over bere bave a pleasant place, and ammuni-\\ntion to last us tbe rest of tbe time.\\nAN OLD WOMAN S WELCOME TO THE ELAGr.\\nA correspondent at Monticello, Kentucky, speaking of\\ntbe manner in which tbe people received tbe national troops\\nin tbe advance on tbat place, says, One old lady, a mile\\nbeyond tbis place, said, as sbe saw tbe columns rusbing on\\nafter tbe rebels, When I seed tbat old flag comin I jist\\ntbrowed my old bonnet on tbe ground and stomped it.\\nROBBERY BY MISTAKE.\\nTwo ladies, wbile General McClellan was at dinner at tbe\\nMassasoit House, Springfield, Massacbusetts, on bis passage\\ntbrougb tbat city, ventured to rob a military cap, wbicb tbey\\nsupposed to be tbe general s, of botb its buttons, tearing tbem\\nout in a very unfeminine manner, to be preserved as memen-\\ntoes of tbat military cbieftain. Tbe mortification of tbeir\\nfeelings and tbe redness of tbeir faces can only be imagined\\nwben one of tbe aids, carelessly, as usual, put on tbe muti-\\nlated cap, and tbe general put on bis own, wbicb was intact\\nThose buttons were not preserved, but tbe story has been\\nbeing told much oftener than was agreeable to tbe eager but\\ndisappointed curiosity -hunters.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "26\\nA SPARTAN BOY.\\nA BLUE COAT IN LUCK.\\nWhen the Federal troops made one of their raids into the\\nState of Mississippi, in pursuit of Chalmers forces, one of\\nthe privates of the Seventh Iowa Infantry, while excavating\\nthe ruins of an old house, for the purpose of fixing a bed for\\nthe night, suddenly struck upon a bottle, which, on being\\nbrought to light and examined, was found to exhibit the\\nrefreshing spectacle of seventy dollars in silver coin.\\nAmazed at his un-dreamed-of good luck, he determined to\\nfollow the ik lead, which soon changed from silver into gold\\nfor, upon further digging, he turned up the glorious sum\\nof seven hundred and eighty dollars in massive gold. A\\nlarge and precious haul indeed for a hard-up soldier in an\\nenemy s land. It had probably been deposited there for safe\\nkeeping by some of the natives, who ludicrously expected\\nit could thus escape a Yankee s scent.\\nA SPARTAN BOY.\\nAt the battle of Winchester a young soldier was detailed\\nfor duty in guarding army property. He stood to his post\\nuntil about the time his regiment made its famous charge,\\nwhen he made a break for that regiment, joined it, and\\nhelped in the two desperate charges that decided the day.^\\nThe young soldier was brought before a court-martial, and\\nhe came up with tears streaming down his face, and between\\nsobs said You may shoot me if you must, but dad told\\nme, on leaving home, that when there was any fighting\\ngoing on I must be in the thickest, and I was. Now, if you", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "YILLIAM AND HIS HAVELOCK.\\n27\\n^ant your stuff guarded when there is a fight, somebody\\nbesides me must do it. The boy Alex, of Bedford, was\\nlet off on that plea, and ever after proved one of the best\\nsoldiers in his regiment.\\nVILLIAM AND HIS HAVELOCK.\\nThe members of the Mackerel Brigade, says the inimitable\\nOrpheus C. Kerr, now stationed on Arlington Heights, to\\nwatch the movements of the Potomac, which is expected to\\nrise shortly, desire me to thank the ladies of America for\\nsupplies of havelocks and other delicacies of the season just\\nreceived. The havelocks, my boy, are rather roomy, and we\\ntook them for shirts at first and the shirts are so narrow-\\nminded that we took them for havelocks. If the women of\\nAmerica could manage to get a little less linen into the\\ncollars of the latter, and a little more into the other depart-\\nment of the graceful garmint, there would be fewer colds\\nin this division of the Grand Army. The havelocks, as I\\nhave said before, are roomy very roomy, my boy. Yilliam\\nBrown, of company Gr, put one on last night when he went\\non sentry duty, and looked like a broomstick in a pillow-\\ncase, for all the world. When the officer came round, and\\ncaught sight of Yilliam in his havelock, he was struck dumb\\nwith admiration for a moment. Then he ejaculated\\nWhat a splendid moonbeam\\nYilliam made a movement, and the sergeant came up.\\nWhat s that white object? says the officer to the\\nsergeant. Thunder roared the officer tell him to go\\nto his tent, and take off that nightgown.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "28\\nVILLIAM AND HIS HAYELOCK.\\nYou re mistaken, says the sergeant; the sentry is\\nVilliam Brown, in his havelock, which was made by the\\nwomen of America.\\nThe officer was so justly exasperated at his mistake, that\\nhe went immediately to his head-quarters and took the oath\\nthree times running, with a little sugar.\\nThe oath is very popular, my boy, and comes in bottles.\\n1 take it medicinally myself.\\nThe shirts made by the ladies of America are noble articles,\\nas far down as the collar, but would not do to use as an only\\ngarment. Captain Mortimer de Montague, of the skirmish\\nsquad, put one on when he went to the President s reception,\\nand the collar stood up so high that he couldn t put his cap\\non, while the other department didn t reach quite to his\\nwaist. His appearance at the White House was picturesque\\nand interesting, and as he entered the drawing-room, General\\nScott remarked, very feelingly\\nAh here comes one of the wounded heroes.\\nHe s not wounded, general, remarked an officer stand-\\ning by.\\nThen why is his head bandaged up so? asked the\\nvenerable veteran.\\n0, says the officer, that s only one of the shirts made\\nby the patriotic women of America.\\nIn about five minutes after this conversation I saw the\\nvenerable veteran and the wounded hero at the office taking\\nthe oath together.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "BOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\n29\\nBOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\nOx receipt of the notice from Washington of the purpose\\nof the Government to provision Sumter peaceably if it\\ncould, forcibly if it must General Beauregard telegraphed\\nthe purport to- Montgomery, and received in reply from\\nSecretary Walker, on the 10th of April, an order to demand\\nat once the evacuation of the fort, and, in case of refusal, U.\\nproceed to reduce it. The demand was not made, however,\\ntill two o clock, p. M., of the 11th, when time was allowed\\nMajor Anderson till six o clock to answer. Major Anderson\\nreplied that his sense of honor and his obligations to his\\nGovernment prevented his compliance.\\nAt one o clock on the morning of the 12th, Major Ander-\\nson received another communication from Beauregard,\\nstating that, as he understood the garrison was short of\\nprovisions and would soon have to evacuate, he wished him\\nto set a day when he would do so. Major Anderson, on\\nconsultation with his officers, replied, Provided Fort\\nSumter or the flag it bore was not fired on, he would be\\nobliged to evacuate by Monday, the loth. But it did not\\nsuit the purpose of the Rebels to wait. They had made\\ngreat preparations to bombard the fort a blow must be\\nstruck to fire the Southern heart, as Pryor had said and\\nthey were too eager for the fray, not to prefer force to\\nevacuation. After a few moments consideration, Beaure-\\ngard s deputies informed Major Anderson that the batteries\\nwould open their fires in one hour. Thereupon, they\\nimmediately left the fort, it being then 3 30 A. M., and in\\none hour it commenced.\\nAfter the deputation had. left, the sentinels were im-\\nmediately removed from the parapets of the fort, the posterns", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "30\\nBOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\nclosed, the flag drawn up, and the troops ordered not to leave\\nthe bomb-proofs, on any account, till summoned by the\\ndrum.\\nAt 4 30 A. m., one bomb-shell was thrown, bursting\\ndirectly over the fort. After a short pause, the firing\\nbecame general on the part of the Rebel batteries, doing the\\ngreatest credit to the artillerists. The command did not\\nreturn a single shot until the men had their breakfasts. As\\nthe number of men was small, and the garrison so nearly\\nexhausted by the several months siege they had endured, it\\nwas necessary to husband their strength the command was\\ntherefore divided into three relief, or equal parties, who were\\nto work the different batteries by turns, each four hours.\\nThe first relief opened upon the iron batteries at Cum-\\nmings Point, at a distance of sixteen hundred yards the\\niron floating battery, distant eighteen hundred or two thous-\\nand yards, at the end of Sullivan s Island the enfilading\\nbattery on Sullivan s Island, and Tort Moultrie. This was\\nat seven o clock A. M., Captain Doubleday firing the first\\ngun all the points named being opened upon simultaneously.\\nFor the first four hours, the firing was kept up with great\\nrapidity the enthusiasm of the men, indeed, was so great,\\nthat the second and third reliefs could not be kept from the\\nguns.\\nShells burst with the greatest rapidity, in every portion of\\nthe work, hurling the loose brick and stone in all directions,\\nbreaking the windows and setting fire to whatever wood\\nwork they burst against. The solid shot firing of the\\nenemy s batteries particularly Fort Moultrie was directed\\nat the barbette guns of Sumter, disabling four and tearing\\naway a large portion of the parapet.\\nTbe explosion of shells, and the quantity of deadly mis-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "BOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\n31\\nBiles that were hurled in every direction, constantly, rendered\\nit almost certain death to go out of the lower tier of case-\\nments and also made the working of the barbette, or upper,\\nuncovered guns, which contained all the heaviest metals, and\\nby which alone shells could be thrown, quite impossible.\\nDuring the first day there was hardly an instant of time that\\nthere was a cessation of the whizzing of balls, which were\\nsometimes coming half a dozen at once. Before dinner,\\nseveral vessels of the fleet, beyond the bar, were seen through\\nthe port-holes they dipped their flags, but it was impractica-\\nble to pass the bar Sumter s flag was dipped in return,\\nwhile the shells were bursting in every direction.\\nAbout noon the cartridges were exhausted, and a party\\nwas sent to the magazine to make more out of blankets and\\nshirts, the sleeves of the latter readily answering the purpose.\\nThe great misfortune was, nothing for weighing powder.\\nWhen it became so dark as to render it impossible to see\\nthe effect of their shot, the port-holes were closed for the\\nnight while the Rebels continued to fire all night.\\nDuring Friday, seventeen mortars, firing ten-inch shell,\\nand thirty-three heavy guns, mostly columbiads, were en-\\ngaged in the assault. The iron battery was of immense\\nstrength, and most of our shot struck and glanced off. We\\nsucceeded in dismounting two of the guns on Cummings\\nPoint battery but the full effect of our firing could not be\\nascertained.\\nDuring the day the officers barracks were three times set\\non fire by the shells, and three times put out, under the most\\niestructive firing.\\nThe firing of the rifled guns from the iron battery on\\nCummings Point, became very accurate on Friday afternoon\\ncutting out large quantities of masonry about the embrasur", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "32\\nBOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\nat every shot, throwing concrete among the canmnier^\\nslightly wounding some, and stunning others. One piece\\nstruck Sergeant Kearnan on the head and knocked him\\ndown. On reviving, and being asked if he was badly hurt,\\nhe replied: No; I was only knocked down temporarily;\\nand went to work again.\\nMeals were served at the guns of the cannoniers, while the\\nguns were being pointed and fired.\\nFor the fourth time the barracks were set on fire, early on\\nSaturday morning, and attempts were made to put out the\\nfire; but, on account of the rapidity with which hot shot\\nwere being thrown into the fort, it was found impossible to\\nsheck the conflagration.\\nAs many of the garrison as could be spared were set to\\nwork to remove the powder from the magazines. This was\\ndesperate work, as they had to roll the barrels of powder\\nthrough the fire. Ninety barrels were thus got out, when\\nthe heat became so great as to make it impossible to get out\\nany more.\\nThe doors were then closed and locked, and the fire spread\\nand became general. The wind so directed the smoke as to\\nfill the fort so full that the men could not see each other, and\\nwere nearly suffocated with hot air. Soon they were obliged\\nto cover their faces with wet cloths, in order to get along at\\nall, so dense was the smoke and so scorching the heat.\\nAfter the barracks were well on fire, the Eebel batteries\\nincreased the rapidity of their cannonading upon Fort Sumter\\nAbout this time, the shells and ammunition in the upper*\\nservice magazines exploded, scattering the towers and upper\\nportions of the building in every direction.\\nThe crash of the beams, the roar of the flames, the rapid\\nexplosion of the shells, and the shower of fragments of the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "BOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\n33\\nfort, with the blackness of the smoke, made the scene inde\\nscribably terrific and grand.\\nThis continued for several hours. Meanwhile, the maiD\\ngates were burned down, the chassis of the barbette guns\\nwere burned away on the gorge, and the upper portions of\\nthe towers had been demolished by shells.\\nThe fire spread to the men s quarters, on the right hand\\nand on the left, and endangered the powder which had been\\ntaken out of the magazines. The men went through the fire\\nand covered the barrels with wet cloths but the danger of\\nthe fort s blowing up became so imminent, that they were\\nobliged to throw the barrels out through the embrasures.\\nAll but four barrels were thus disposed of, and those four\\nremaining were wrapped in wet blankets. But three cart\\nridges were left, and those were in the guns. While this\\nwas being done, all the guns of Moultrie and the batteries\\nwere worked with increased vigor.\\nThe flag-staff of Fort Sumter was now shot down, some\\nfifty feet from the truck, being the ninth time it had been\\nstruck by shot. The men cried out The flag is down it\\nhas been shot away! and in an instant Lieutenant Hall\\nrushed forward and brought the flag away. It was then\\nnailed to the staff and planted upon the ramparts, while bat-\\nteries in every direction were playing upon them.\\nEx-Senator Wigfall now appeared at an embrasure, with\\na white handkerchief upon the end of a sword, and begged\\nadmittance. He asked to see Major Anderson, and was told\\nthat he was at the main gate but he crawled in through the\\nembrasure, paying no attention to what had been told him.\\nHe was met by Captain Foster, Lieutenant Mead and\\nLieutentant Davis, to whom he said I wish to see Majoi\\nAnderson. I am General Wigfall, and come from General\\n3", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "34\\nBOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\nBeauregard; adding, in an excited manner, Let us stop\\nthis firing. You are on fire and jour flag is down. Let us\\nquit.\\nLieutenant Davis replied; No, sir, our flag is not down.\\nStep out here and you will see it waving over the ramparts.\\nLet us quit this, said Wigfall. Here s a white flag\\nwill anybody wave it out of the embrasure\\nOne of the officers replied That is for you to do, if con\\nchoose.\\nWigfall responded If there is no one else to do it, I\\nwill and jumping into the embrasure, waved it toward\\nMoultrie.\\nThe firing still continued from Moultrie and the batteries\\nof Sullivan s Island. In answer to WigfalPs request that\\none of onr men might hold the flag, Corporal Binghurst\\njumped into the embrasure; but, the shot continuing to\\nstrike all around him, after waving the flag a few moments,\\nhe jumped down again, saying Damn it, they don t respect\\nthis flag they are firing at it.\\nWigfall replied They fired at me two or three times,\\nand I should think that you might stand it once.\\nWigfall then said If you will show a white flag from\\nyour ramparts, they will cease firing.\\nLieutenant Davis replied If you request that a flag\\nshall be shown there, while you hold a conference with\\nMajor Anderson, and for that purpose only, it may be done.\\nAt this point, the Major came up. Wigfall said I am\\nGeneral Wigfall, and come from General Beauregard, who\\nwishes to stop this.\\nMajor Anderson replied Well, sir\\nMajor Anderson, said Wigfall, you have defended\\nyour flag nobly, sir. You have done all that it was possible", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2349", "width": "1851", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "BOMBARDMENT OF FORT SUMTER.\\n35\\nfoi men to do and General Beauregard wishes to stop the\\nfight. On what terms, Major Anderson, will yon evacuate\\nthis fort\\nMajor Anderson replied General Beauregard knows my\\nonly terms.\\nDo I understand that you will evacuate upon the terms\\nproposed the other day?\\nYes, sir, and on those conditions only; was the reply of\\nthe major.\\nThen, sir, said Wigfall, I understand, major, that the\\nfort is to be ours\\nOn those conditions only, I repeat.\\nVery well, said Wigfall, and retired.\\nShortly after his departure, the staff of General Beaure\\ngard approached the fort with a white flag, saying that they\\ncame from General Beauregard, who had observed that the\\nflag had been down and raised again soon afterward, and had\\nsent over desiring to know if he could render any assistance,\\nas he had observed that the fort was on fire.\\nMajor Anderson, in replying, requested them to thank\\nGeneral Beauregard, on his behalf, for his offer, but it was\\ntoo la^e, as he had just agreed with General Beauregard for\\nan evacuation. The gentlemen were surprised, and asked\\nwith whom? Major Anderson, observing that something\\nwas wrong, remarked that General Wigfall, who had just\\nleft, had represented himself as the aid of General Beaure-\\ngard, and that he had come to make the proposition. They\\nreplied that Wigfall had not been with General Beauregard\\nfor two days. Major Anderson then stated that General\\nWigfall s offer, and its acceptance, had placed him in a pecu-\\nliar position. They then requested him to put in writing\\nwhat Wigfall had said to him, and they would lay it before\\nBeauregard.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "36\\nAN ARMY SCENE.\\nBefore this reached Beuregard, he sent his adjutant-gene-\\nral to say that the terms had been accepted, and that he\\nwould send the Isabel, or any other vessel at his command,\\nto convey Major Anderson and the troops to any port in the\\nUnited States that he might elect.\\nThe evacuation took place on Sunday afternoon, April\\n14th, after the burial, with military honors, of private\\nHough, who had been killed by the bursting of a gun.\\nIt was a painful sight to all, to see the stars and stripes\\nfinally hauled down but we felt that we had done our duty\\nand must submit. The fort w r as not surrendered, but evacua-\\nted, almost on our own terms, with colors flying and drums\\nbeating, bringing away company and private property, and\\nsaluting our flag with fifty guns.\\nMajor Anderson and his brave band shipped on board the\\nBaltic, Captain Fletcher, for New York, where they arrived\\non the Thursday following. Thus ended the second act in\\nthe Great Eebellion drama.\\nstar-spangled banner, the flag of our pride\\nThough tempted by traitors, and basely defied,\\nFling out to the glad winds your red, white and blue,\\nFor the heart of the North-land is beating for you\\nAN AEMY SCENE.\\nStepping to my door one evening, to take a view of the\\nvaried life of Market Street, I saw a refreshing spectacle.\\nComing down the centre of that broad thoroughfare, with\\nmusket at right shoulder shift, head bent slightly forward,\\nand the step and air of a veteran, was a negro boy of about", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "PETS IN THE AEMT.\\n37\\ntwenty years, wearing the army bine. Following behind,\\ncrowding close np aronnd, and in a line extending far behind\\nhim, were abont two hundred officers and soldiers of the\\nso-called Confederate States army. On passed the colored\\nsergeant such was his rank and onward crowded and\\nfollowed the late southern warriors. Not another guard\\nabout them, not another menacing bayonet in sight. The\\ngleam of the negro s bayonet told them of rations and\\nquarters ahead, and of danger behind. I saw him pass on\\nwith his charge, never looking behind him, yet losing none,\\nuntil he handed them over to the authorities at the military\\nprison, from which they were next day paroled. Letter from\\na Soldier,\\nPETS IN THE AEMY.\\nThe following shows that nature is the same in the army\\nas out of it\\nThey have the strangest pets in the army, that nobody\\nwould dream of 1 taking to at home, and yet they are little\\ntouches of the gentler nature that give you some such cordial\\nfeelings, when you see them, as I am told residents of Bour-\\nbon County, Kentucky, habitually experience at so much a\\ngallon One of the boys has carried a red squirrel, through\\nthick and thin, over a thousand miles. Bun eats hard\\ntack like a veteran, and has the freedom of the tent.\\nAnother s affections overflow upon a slow- winking, unspecu-\\nlative little owl, captured in Arkansas, and bearing a name\\nwith a classical smack to it Minerva. A third gives his\\nheart to a young Cumberland Mountain bear. Bu* chief", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "38\\nPETS IN THE ARMY.\\npets among camp pets are dogs. Biding on the saddle-bow,\\ntacked into a baggage- wagon, mounted on a knapsack, growl-\\ning under a gun, are dogs, brought to a premature end as to\\nears and tails, and yellow at that pug-nosed, square-headed\\nbrutes, sleek terriers, delicate morsels of spaniels, Tray,\\nBlanche, Sweetheart, little dogs and all. A dog, like a\\nhorse, comes to love the rattle and crash of musket and cannon.\\nThere was one in an Illinois regiment, and I rather think re-\\ngarded as belonging to it, though his name may not be on the\\nmuster-roll, that chases half-spent shot as a kitten frolics\\nwith a ball of worsted. He has been under fire, and twice\\nwounded, and left the tip of his tail at the battle of Stone\\nRiver. Woe to the man that shall wantonly kill him. But\\nI was especially interested in the fortunes of a little white\\nspaniel that messed with a battery, and delighted in the\\nname of Dot. No matter what was up, that fellow s silken\\ncoat must be washed every day and there was need of it,\\nfor when the battery was on the march they just plunged\\nhim into the sponge-bucket\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not the tidiest chamber imagi-\\nnable that swings like its more peaceful cousin, the tar-\\nbucket, under the rear axle of the gun-carriage plumped\\ninto that, clapped on the cover, and Dot was good for an\\ninside passage. One day the battery crossed a stream, and\\nthe water came well up to the guns. Nobody thought of\\nDot, and when all across, a gunner looked into the bucket\\nit was full of water, and Dot was as dead as a dirty door\\nmat.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A CONTRABAND INCIDENT.\\n39\\nA CONTRABAND INCIDENT.\\nA correspondent, writing from Munfordville, Kentucky,\\ngives the following\\nWhile on the other side of the river, my attention was\\nattracted to a quiet group coming up the hill. First were\\ntwo intelligent-looking contrabands, next a little go-cart,\\ndrawn by a mule, in which was a female slave and about a\\ndozen little negroes, carefully wrapped in sundry and divers\\ncoats. An Uncle Tom sort of a chap, with a Miss Dinah,\\nbrought up the rear. As they came by I addressed Tom\\nWell, uncle, where did your party come from\\nu We s from de town, dar, sah.\\nAnd where are you going\\nGwine home, sah.\\nThen you do not live in the village\\nNo we lib right ober yonder, bout a mile de secesh\\ndruv us from home.\\nAh well, now stop a minute, and tell me all about it.\\nDat I do, sure, massa. Jim [to the leader of the mule-\\ncart], you go on wid de wagon, an I kotch you fore you gits\\nhome. Now, I tells you, massa, all about urn. My massa am\\nUnion, an so is all de niggers. Yesterday, massa wor away\\nin de town, an de firs ting we know, long come two or free\\nhundred ob clem seceshers, on horses, an lookin like cut-\\nfroats. Golly, but de gals wor scared. Jus right back ob\\nus wor de Union soldiers God bless um [reverentially], for\\ndey keep de secesh from killin nigger. De gals know dat, i\\nan when dey see de secesh comin dey pitch de little nigger\\nin de go-cart, an den we all broke for de Union soldiers.\\nSo you are not afraid of the Union soldiers V\\nGod bless you, massa, nebber. Nigger gets ahind dem", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "40\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINT.\\nUnion soldiers, seeesh nebber gets urn. Secesh steal nigger\\nUnion man nebber steal urn. Dat s a fac massa.\\nAnd, with a smile on his face, the clever old darky bade\\nme good morning, and trotted on after the go-cart.\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\nThe Confederates had been waiting two months for\\nMcClellan s advance. Emboldened by his delay they had\\ngathered the whole of their available strength from remote\\nTennessee, from the Mississippi, and from the coast, until,\\nconfident and powerful, they crossed Meadow Bridge on the\\n26th of June, 1862, and drove in our right wing at Mechan-\\nicsville. The Eeserves of General McCall were stationed\\nhere they made a wavering resistance, wherein four com\\npanies of Bucktails were captured bodily, and fell back at\\nnightfall upon Porter s corps, at Gaines s Mill. Fitz John\\nPorter commanded the brigades of Generals Sykes and Mor-\\nrell, the former made up solely of regulars. He appeared\\nto have been ignorant of the strength of the attacking party,\\nand he telegraphed to McClellan, early on Thursday evening,\\nthat he required no reinforcements, and that he could hold\\nhis ground. The next morning he was attacked in front and\\nflank Stewart s cavalry fell on his right, and turned it at\\nOld Church. He formed at noon in a new line of battle, from\\nGaines s House, along the Mill Eoad to New Coal Harbor;\\nbut stubbornly persisted in the belief that he could not be\\nbeaten. By three o clock he had been driven back two\\nmiles, and all his energies were unavailing to recover a foot\\nof ground. He hurled lancers and cavalry upon the masses", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\n41\\nof Jackson and the Hills, but the butternut infantry formed\\nimpenetrable squares, hemmed in with rods of steel, and as\\nthe horsemen galloped around them, searching for pervious\\npoints, they were swept from their saddles with volleys of\\nmusketry. He directed the terrible fire of his artillery upon\\nthem, but, though the gray footmen fell in heaps, they\\nsteadily advanced, closing up the gaps, and their lines were\\nlike long stretches of blaze and ball. Their fire never\\nslackened nor abated. They loaded and moved forward\\ncolumn on column, like so many immortals that could no1\\nbe vanquished. The scene from the balloon, as Lowe in\\nformed me, was awful beyond all comparison, of puffing\\nshells, and shrieking shrapnel, with volleys that shattered the\\nhills, and filled the air with deathly whispers. Infantry,\\nartillery, and horse, turned the Federal right, from time to\\ntime, and to preserve their order of battle the whole line fell\\nback toward Grapevine Bridge. At five o clock, Slocum s\\ndivision of volunteers crossed the creek from the south side,\\nand made a desperate dash upon the solid columns of the\\nConfederates. At the same time, Toombs s Georgia brigade\\ncharged Smith s redoubt from the south side, and there was\\na probability of the whole of both armies engaging before\\ndark.\\nMy fever of body had so much relinquished to my fever\\nof mind, that at three o clock I called for my horse, and\\ndetermined to cross the bridge, that I might witness the\\nbattle.\\nIt was with difficulty that I could make my way along\\nthe narrow corduroy, for hundreds of wounded were limp-\\ning from the field to the safe side, and ammunition wagons\\nwere passing the other way, driven by reckless drivers who\\npjiould have been blown up momentarily. Before I had", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "42\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\nreached the north side of the creek, an immense throng of\\npanic stricken people came surging down the slippery bridge.\\nA few carried muskets, but I saw several wantonly throw\\ntheir pieces into the flood, and as the mass were unarmed,\\nI inferred that they had made similar dispositions. Fear,\\nanguish, cowardice, despair, disgust, were the predominant\\nexpressions of the upturned faces. The gaunt trees, towering\\nfrom the current, cast a solemn shadow upon the moving\\nthrong, and as the evening dimness was falling around them,\\nit almost seemed that they were engulfed in some cataract\\nI reined my horse close to the side of a team, that I might\\nnot be borne backward by the crowd but some of the law-\\nless fugitives seized him by the bridle, and others attempted\\nto pull me from the saddle.\\nu Gi up that hoss! said one, what business you got wi\\na hoss\\nThat s my critter, and I am in for a ride so you get\\noff! said another.\\nI spurred my pony vigorously with the left foot, and with\\nthe right struck the man at the bridle under the chin. The\\nthick column parted left and right, and though a howl of\\nhate pursued me, I kept straight to the bank, cleared the\\nswamp, and took the military route parallel with the creek,\\ntoward the nearest eminence. At every step of the way I\\nmet wounded persons. A horseman rode past me, leaning\\nover his pommel, with blood streaming from his mouth and\\nhanging in gouts from his saturated beard. The day had\\nbeen intensely hot and black boys were besetting the wounded\\nwith buckets of cool lemonade. It was a common occurrence\\nfor the couples that carried the wounded on stretchers to stop\\non the way, purchase a glass of the beverage, and drink it.\\nSometimes the blankets on the stretchers were closely folded,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\n43\\nand then I knew that the man within was dead. A little\\nfellow, who nsed his sword for a cane, stopped me on the\\nroad, and said\\nSee yer This is the ball that jes fell out o my boot.\\nHe handed me a lump of lead as big as my thumb, and\\npointed to a rent in his pantaloons, whence the drops rolled\\ndown his boots.\\nI wouldn t part with that for suthin handsome, he said;\\nit ll be nice to hev to hum.\\nAs I cantered away he shouted after me\\nBe sure you spell my name right It s Smith, with an\\nE S-M-I-T-H-E.\\nIii one place I met five drunken men escorting a wounded\\nsergeant the latter had been shot in the jaw, and when he\\nattempted to speak, the blood choked his articulation.\\nYou let go him, pardner, said one of the staggering\\nbrutes, he s not your sergeant. Go way I\\nNow, sergeant, said the other, idiotically, 111 see you\\nall right, sergeant. Come, Bill, fetch him over to the corn-\\ncrib and we ll give him a drink.\\nHere the first speaker struck the second, and the sergeant,\\nin wrath, knocked them both down. All this time the\\nenemy s cannon were booming close at hand.\\nI came to an officer of rank, whose shoulder-emblem 1\\ncould not distinguish, riding upon a limping field-horse.\\nFour men held him to his seat, and a fifth led the animal.\\nThe officer was evidently wounded, though he did not seem\\nto be bleeding, and the dust of battle had settled upon his\\nblanched, stiffening face, like grave-mould upon a corpse.\\nHe was swaying in the saddle, and his hair for he was bare-\\nheaded shook across his white eyeballs. He reminded me\\nof the famous Cid, whose body was ser t forth to scare the\\nSaracens.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "44\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\nA mile or more from Grapevine Bridge, on a hill-top, lay\\na frame farm-house, with cherry trees encircling it, and along\\nthe declivity of the hill were some cabins, corn-sneds, and\\ncorn-bins. The house was now a surgeon s headquarters,\\nand the wounded lay in the yard and lane, under the shade\\nwaiting their turns to be hacked and maimed. I caught\\nglimpse through the door, of the butchers and their victims\\nsome curious people were peeping through the windows at\\nthe operation. As the processions of freshly wounded went\\nby, the poor fellows, lying on their backs, looked mutely at\\nme, and their great eyes smote my heart.\\nSomething has been written in the course of the war upon\\nstraggling from the ranks, during battle. But I have seen\\nnothing that conveys an adequate idea of the number of\\ncowards and idlers that so stroll off. In\u00c2\u00ab this instance, I met\\nsquads, companies, almost regiments of them. Some came\\nboldly along the road others skulked in woods, and made\\nlong detours to escape detection; a few were composedly-\\nplaying cards, or heating their coffee, or discussing the order\\nand consequences of the right. The rolling drums, the\\nconstant clatter of file and volley-firing nothing could\\nremind them of the requirements of the time and their own\\ninfamy. Their appreciation of duty and honor seemed to\\nhave been forgotten neither hate, ambition, nor patriotism\\ncould force them back but when the columns of mounted\\nprovosts charged upon them, they sullenly resumed their\\nmuskets and returned to the field. At the foot of the hill to.\\nwhich I have referred the ammunition wagons lay in long\\nlines, with the horses heads turned from the fight. A little\\nbeyond stood the ambulances and between both sets of\\nvehicles, fatigue-parties were going and returning to and\\n^rom the field. At the top of the next hill sat many of the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOMINY\\n45\\nFederal batteries, and I was admonished by the shriek of\\nshells that passed over my head and burst far behind me,\\nthat I was again to look upon carnage and share the perils\\nof the soldier.\\nThe question at once occurred to me Can I stand fire\\nHaving for some months penned daily paragraphs relative to\\ndeath, courage, and victory, I was surprised to find that\\nthose words were now unusually significant. Death was\\na syllable to me before; it was a whole dictionary now.\\nCourage was natural to every man a week ago it was\\nrarer than genius to-day. Victory was the first word in\\nthe lexicon of youth yesterday noon; discretion and\\nsafety were at present of infinitely more consequence. I\\nresolved, notwithstanding these qualms, to venture to the\\nKill-top: but at every step flitting projectiles took my\\nbreath. The music of the battle-field, I have often thought,\\nshould he introduced in opera. Not the drum, the bugle, or\\nthe fife, though these are thrilling, after their fashion but\\nthe music of modern ordnance and projectile, the beautiful\\nwhistle of the minnie-ball, the howl of shell that makes un-\\nearthly havoc with the air, the whiz-z-z of solid shot, the\\nchirp of bullets, the scream of grape and canister, the yell of\\nimmense conical cylinders, that fall like redhot stoves rnd\\nspout burning coals.\\nAH these passed over, beside, beneath, before, behind me.\\nI seemed to be an iuvulnerable something at whom some\\ncunning juggler was tossing steel, with an intent to impinge\\nupon, not to strike him. I rode like one with his life in his\\nhand, and so far as I remember, seemed to think of nothing.\\nNo fear, per se no regret, no adventure only expectancy.\\nIt was the expectancy of a shot, a choking, a loud cry, a\\nstiffening, a dead, dull tumble, a quiver, and blindness.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "46\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\nBut with this was mingled a sort of enjoyment, like that of\\nthe daring gamester, who has played his soul and is waiting\\nfor the decision of the cards. I felt all his suspense, more\\nthan his hope and withal, there was excitement in the play.\\nNow a whistling ball seemed to pass just under my ear, and\\nbefore I commenced to congratulate myself upon the escape,\\na shell, with a showery and revolving fuse, appeared to tak^\\nthe top off my head. Then my heart expanded and con-\\ntracted, and somehow I found myself conning rhymes. At\\neach clipping ball for I could hear them coming a sort of\\ncoldness and paleness rose to the very roots of my hair, and\\nwas then replaced by a hot flush. I caught myself laughing,\\nsyllabically, and shrugging my shoulders, fitfully. Once,\\nthe rhyme that came to my lips for I am sure there was no\\nmind in the iteration was the simple nursery prayer\\nNow I lay me down to sleep,\\nand I continued to say down to sleep, down to sleep,\\ndown to sleep, till I discovered myself, when I ceased.\\nThen a shell, apparently just in range, dashed toward me, and\\nthe words spasmodically leaped up a Now s your time.\\nThis is your billet. With the same insane pertinacity I\\ncontinued to repeat Now s your time, now s your time,\\nand billet, billet, billet, till at last I came up to the near-\\nest battery, where I could look over the crest of the hill\\nand as if I had looked into the crater of a volcano, or down\\nthe fabled abyss into hell, the whole grand horror of a battle\\nburst upon my sight. For a moment I could neither feel\\nnor think. I scarcely beheld, or beholding did not under\\nstand or perceive. Only the roar of guns, the blaze that\\nflashed along a zigzag line and was straightway smothered\\nin smoke, the creek lying glassily beneath me, the gathering\\ntwilight, and the brownish blue of woods I only knew", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\n47\\nthat some thousands of fiends were playing with fire and\\ntossing brands at heaven, that some pleasant slopes, dells,\\nand highlands were lit as if the conflagration of universes\\nhad commenced. There is a passage of Holy Writ that\\ncomes to my mind as I write, which explains the sensation\\nof the time better than I can do\\nHe opened the bottomless pit and there arose a smoke out o f\\nthe pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air\\nwere darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.\\nu And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth.\\nRevelation, ix. 2, 3.\\nIn a few moments, when I was able to compose myself,\\nthe veil of cloud blew away or dissolved, and I could see\\nfragments of the long columns of infantry. Then from the\\nfar end of the lines puffed smoke, and from man to man the\\npuff ran down each line, enveloping the columns again, so\\nthat they were alternately visible and invisible. At points\\nbetween the masses of infantry lay field pieces, throbbing\\nwith rapid deliveries, and emitting volumes of white steam.\\nNow and then the firing slackened for a short time, when I\\ncould remark the Federal line, fringed with bayonets, stretch-\\ning from the low meadow on the left, up the slope, over the\\nridge, up and down the crest, until its right disappeared in\\nthe gloaming of wood and distance. Standards flapped here\\nand there above the column, and I knew, from the fact that\\nthe line became momentarily more distinct, that the Federals\\nwere falling stubbornly back. At times a battery would\\ndash a hundred yards forward, unlimber and fire a score of\\ntimes, and directly would return two hundred yards and\\nblaze again. I saw a regiment of lancers gather at the foot\\nof a protecting swell of field the bugle rang thrice, the red\\npennons went upward like so many song birds, the mass", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "48\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINT.\\nturned the crest and disappeared, then the whole artillery\\nbelched and bellowed. In twenty minutes a broken, strag-\\ngling, feeble group of horsemen returned the red pennons\\nstill fluttered, but I knew that they were redder for the blood\\nthat dyed them. Finally, the Federal infantry fell back to\\nthe foot of the hill on which I stood all the batteries were\\nclustering around me, and suddenly a column of men shot\\nup from the long sweep of the abandoned hill, with batteries\\non the left and right. Their muskets were turned toward\\nus, a crash and a whirl of smoke swept from flank to flank,\\nand the air around me rained buck, slug, bullet, and ball\\nThe incidents that now occurred in rapid succession were\\nso thrilling and absorbing that my solicitude was lost in\\ntheir grandeur. I sat like one dumb, with my soul in my\\neyes and my ears stunned, watching the terrible column of\\nConfederates. Each party was now straining every energy,\\nthe one for victory, the other against annihilation. The\\ndarkness was closing in, and neither cared to prolong the\\ncontest after night. The Confederates, therefore, aimed to\\nfinish their success with the rout or capture of the Federal^\\nand the Federals aimed to maintain their ground till night\\nfall. The musketry was close, accurate, and uninterrupted.\\nEvery second was marked by a discharge, the one firing,\\nthe other replying promptly. No attempt was now made to\\nremove the wounded the coolness of the fight had gone by,\\nand we witnessed only its fury. The stragglers seemed to\\nappreciate the desperate emergency, and came voluntarily,\\nback to relieve their comrades. The cavalry was massed,\\nand collected for another grand charge. Like a black\\nshadow gliding up the darkening hillside, they precipitated\\nthemselves upon the columns the musketry ceased for the\\ntime, and shrieks, steel strokes, the crack of carbines an", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOITINT.\\n49\\nrevolvers succeeded. Shattered, humiliated, sullen, the\\nhorse wheeled and returned. Then the guns thundered\\nagain, and by the blaze of the pieces, the clods and turf\\nwere revealed, fitfully strewn with men and horses.\\nThe vicinity of my position now exhibited traces of the\\nbattle. A caisson burst close by, and I heard the howl of\\ndying wretches, as the fires flashed like meteors. A solid\\nshot struck a field-carriage not thirty yards from my feet,\\nand one of the flying splinters spitted a gunner as if he had\\nbeen pierced by an arrow. An artillery-man was standing\\nwith folded arms so near that I could have reached to touch\\nhim a whistle and a thumping shock and he fell beneath\\nmy nag s head. I wonder, as I calmly recall these episodes\\nnow, how I escaped the death that played about me, chilled\\nme, thrilled me, but spared me They are fixing bay\\nonets for a charge. My God! See them come down the\\nhill.\\nIn the gathering darkness, through the thick smoke, I\\nsaw or seemed to see the interminable column roll steadily\\ndownward. I fancied that I beheld great gaps cut in their\\nranks though closing solidly up, like the imperishable\\nGorgon. I may have heard some of this next day, and so\\nconfounded the testimonies of eye and ear. But I knew that\\nthere was a charge, and that the drivers were ordered to\\nstand by their saddles, to run off the guns at any moment.\\nThe descent and bottom below me, were now all ablate, and\\ndirectly above the din of cannon, rifle and pistol I heard a\\ngreat cheer, as of some salvation achieved.\\nM The Eebels are repulsed We have saved the guns\\nA cheer greeted this announcement from the butery-men\\naround me. They reloaded, rammed, swabbed, Tvi fired,\\nwith naked arms, and drops of sweat furrowed ti e powder-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "50\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\nstains upon their faces, The horses stood motionless, quiv-\\nering not half so much as the pieces. The grisly officers\\nheld to their match-strings, smothering the excitement of\\nthe time. All at once there was a running hither and\\nthither, a pause in the thunder, a quick consultation\\nSdeath They have flanked us again.\\nIn an instant I seemed overwhelmed with men. For a\\nmoment I thought the enemy had surrounded us.\\nIt s all up, said one I shall cross the river.\\nI wheeled my horse, fell in with the stream of fugitives,\\nand was borne swiftly through field and lane and trampled\\nfence to the swampy margin of the Chickahominy. At\\nevery step the shell fell in and among the fugitives, adding\\nto their panic. I saw officers who had forgotten their regi-\\nments or had been deserted by them, wending with the\\nmass. The wounded fell and were trodden upon. Personal\\nexhibitions of valor and determination there were but the\\nmain body had lost heart, and were weary and hungry.\\nAs we approached the bridge, there was confusion and\\naltercation ahead. The people were borne back upon me.\\nCurses and threats ensued.\\nIt is the provost-guard, said a fugitive, driving back\\nthe boys.\\nGo back called a voice ahead. I ll blow you to\\nh 11, if you don t go back Not a man shall cross the\\nbridge without orders\\nThe stragglers were variously affected by this intelligence.\\nSome cursed and threatened; some of the wounded blub-\\nbered as they leaned languidly upon the shoulders of their\\ncomrades. Others stoically threw themselves on the ground\\nand tried to sleep. One man called aloud that the boys\\nwere stronger than the Provosts, and that, therefore, the\\nboys ought to go in and win.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "4", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2290", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOMLNT.\\n51\\nu Where s the man that wants to mutiny? said the voice\\nahead let me see him\\nThe man slipped away for the provost officer spoke as\\nthough he meant all he said.\\nNobody wants to mutiny called others.\\nThree cheers for the Union.\\nThe wounded and well threw up their hats together, and\\nmade a sickly hurrah. The grim officer relented, and he\\nshouted stentoriously that he would take the responsibility\\nof passing the wounded. These gathered themselves up\\nand pushed through the throng but many skulkers plead\\ninjuries, and so escaped. When I attempted to follow, on\\nhorseback, hands were laid upon me, and I was refused exit.\\nIn that hour of terror and sadness, there were yet jests and\\nloud laughter. However keenly I felt these things, I had\\nlearned that modesty amounted to little in the army so I\\npushed my nag steadily forward, and scattered the camp\\nvernacular, in the shape of imprecations, left and right.\\nColonel, I called to the officer in command, as the line\\nof bayonets edged me in, may I pass out? I am a civil-\\nian I\\nNo said the Colonel, wrathfully. This is no place\\nfor a civilian.\\nThat s why I want to get away.\\nPass out\\nI followed the winding of the woods to Woodbury s\\nBridge, the next above Grapevine Bridge. The approaches\\nwere clogged with wagons and field-pieces, and I understood\\nthat some panic-stricken people had pulled up some of the\\ntimbers to prevent a fancied pursuit. Along the sides of the\\nbridge, many of the wounded were washing their wounds in\\nthe water, and the cries of the teamsters echoed weirdly", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "52\\nON THE CHICKAHOMINY.\\nthrough, the trees that grew in the river. At nine o clock\\nwe got under way, horsemen, batteries, ambulances, ammu-\\nnition teams, infantry, and, finally, some great siege thirty\\ntwo pounders that had been hauled from Gaines s House,\\nOne of these pieces broke down the timbers again, and my\\nimpression is that it was cast into the current. When we\\nemerged from the swamp timber, the hills before us were\\nfound brilliantly illuminated with burning camps. I made\\ntoward head-quarters, in one of Trent s fields; but all the\\ntents save one had been taken down, and lines of white-cov-\\nered wagons stretched southward until they were lost in the\\nshadows. The tent of General McClellan alone remained,\\nand beneath an arbor of pine boughs, close at hand, he sat,\\nwith his corps commanders and aides, holding a council of\\nwar. A ruddy fire lit up the historical group, and I thought\\nat the time, as I have said a hundred times since, that the\\nconsultation might be selected for a grand national painting.\\nThe crisis, the hour, the adjuncts, the renowned partici-\\npants, peculiarly fit it for pictorial commemoration.\\nThe young commander sat in a chair, in full uniform,\\nuncovered. Heintzelman was kneeling upon a fagot, ear-\\nnestly speaking. De Joinville sat apart, by the fire, exam-\\nining a map. Fitz John Porter was standing back of\\nMcClellan, leaning upon his chair. Keyes, Franklin, and\\nSumner, were listening attentively. Some sentries paced\\nto and fro, to keep out vulgar curiosity. Suddenly, there\\nwas a nodding of heads, as of some policy decided; they,\\nthrew themselves upon their steeds, and galloped off toward\\nMichie s.\\nAs I reined at Michie s porch, at ten o clock, the bridges\\nbehind me were blown up, with a flare that seemed a blazing\\nof the northern lights. The family were sitting upon the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "ON THE CHICKAHOMINT.\\n53\\nporch, and Mrs. Michie was greatly alarmed with the idea\\nthat a battle would be fought round her house next day.\\nO Ganlon, of Meagher s staff, had taken the fever, and\\nsent anxiously for me, to compare our symptoms.\\nI bade the good people adieu before I went to bed, and\\ngave the man Pat a dollar to stand by my horse while\\nslept, and to awake me at any disturbance, that I might be\\nready to scamper. The man Pat, I am bound to say,\\nwoke me up thrice by the exclamation of\\nSure, yer honor, there s well to pay in the yard I\\nthink ye and the doctor had better ride off.\\nOn each of those occasions, I found that the man Pat had\\nbeen lonesome, and wanted somebody to speak to.\\nWhat a sleep was mine that night I forgot my fever.\\nBut another and a hotter fever burned my temples the\\nfearful excitement of the time Whither were we to go,\\ncut off from the York, beaten before Eichmond perhaps\\neven now surrounded and to be butchered to-morrow, till\\nthe clouds should rain blood Were we to retreat one hun\\ndred miles down the hostile Peninsula a battle at every\\nrod, a grave at every footstep? Then I remembered the\\nwounded heaped at Gaines s Mill, and how they were groan-\\ning without remedy, ebbing at every pulse, counting the\\nflashing drops, calling for water, for mercy, for death. So I\\nfound heart; for I was not buried yet. And somehow I\\nfelt that fate was to take me, as the great poet took Dante\\nthrough other and greater horrors.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "54\\ndon t know the ropes.\\nHAPPY TO MAKE GENERAL GORDON S\\nACQUAINTANCE.\\nGeneral Gordon was a strict disciplinarian, who would\\nnever have any words with a private; and hence a joke.\\nOne day, one of the 107th New York Volunteers got ahead\\nof the brigade, when the general halted him and ordered\\nhim back. The soldier stopped, turned around, stared at.\\nGeneral ^Gordon, and replied, Who are you? I am\\nGeneral Gordon. Ah, general, I am very happy to make\\nyour acquaintance was the complacent answer. A roar of\\nlaughter burst from the general s staff.\\nDON T KNOW THE ROPES.\\nWestern officers were proverbial for shocking bad uni-\\nforms, and, in a majority of instances, it was rather difficult\\nto distinguish them from the privates. Among this class\\nwas a brigadier-general named James Morgan, who looked\\nmore like a wagon-master than a soldier. On a certain oc-\\ncasion, a new recruit had just arrived in camp, lost a few\\narticles, and was inquiring around among the Yets in\\nhopes of finding them. An old soldier, fond of his sport,\\ntold the recruit the only thief in the brigade was in Jim\\nMorgan s tent. The recruit immediately started for Jim s\\nquarters, and, poking his head in, asked\\nDoes Jim Morgan live here\\nYes, was the reply, my name is James Morgan.\\nThen I want you to hand over those books you stole\\nfrom me I", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE WESTERN SOLDIER. 55\\n1 have none of your books, my man.\\nIt s an infernal lie, indignantly exclaimed the recruit\\nThe boys say yon are the only thief in the camp turn out\\nthem books, or I ll grind your carcass into apple sass.\\nThe general relished the joke much, bnt observing the\\nsinewy recruit peeling off his coat, informed him of his rela-\\ntions to the brigade, and the recruit walked off, merely re-\\nmarking Wall, blast me if I d take you for a brigadier.\\nExcuse me, general, I don t know the ropes yet.\\nTHE WESTERN SOLDIER.\\nA war correspondent thus sketches that gallant specimen\\nof the Blue Coat, known as the Western Soldier:\\nIf there are men in the world gifted with the most\\nthorough self-reliance, western soldiers are the men. To\\nfight in the grand anger of battle seems to me to require less\\nmanly fortitude, after all, than to bear without murmuring\\nthe swarm of little troubles that vex camp and march. No\\nmatter where or when you halt, there they are at once at\\nhome. They know precisely what to do first, and they do\\nit. I have seen them march into a strange region at dark,\\nand almost as soon as fires would show well, they were\\ntwinkling all over the field, the Sibley cones rising like the\\nwork of enchantment everywhere, and the little dog -tents\\nlying snug to the ground, as if, like the mushrooms, they\\nhad grown there, and the aroma of coffee and tortured bacon,\\nsuggesting creature comforts, and the whole economy of a\\nlife in canvas cities moving as steadily on as if it had never\\nintermitted. The movements of regiments, you know, are as", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "66\\nTHE WESTERN SOLDIEK.\\nblind as fate. Nobody can tell to-night where he will be\\nto-morrow, and yet with the first glimmer of morning the\\ncamp is astir, and the preparations begin for staying there\\nforever cozy little cabins of red cedar, neatly fitted, are\\ngoing up here a boy is making a fire-place, and quite\\nartistically plastering it with the inevitable red earth he has\\nfound a crane somewhere, and swung up thereon a two-\\nlegged dinner-pot there a fellow is finishing out a chimney\\nwith, bricks from an old kiln of secession proclivities yonder\\na bower-house, closely woven of evergreens, is almost ready\\nfor the occupants; tables, stools, bedsteads, are tumbled\\ntogether by the roughest of carpenters the avenues between\\nthe lines of tents are cleared and smoothed policed, in\\ncamp phrase little seats with cedar awnings, in front of the\\ntents, give a cottage look; while the interior, in a rude way,\\nhas a genuine home-like air. The bit of a looking-glass\\nhangs against the cotton wall a handkerchief of a carpet,\\njust before the bunk, marks the stepping-off place to the\\nland of dreams a violin case is strung up to a convenient\\nhook, flanked by a gorgeous picture of some hero of some-\\nwhere, mounted upon a horse rampant and saltant, and what\\na length of tail behind\\nEvery wood, ravine, hill, field, is explored the produc-\\ntions, animal and vegetable, are inventoried, and one day\\nrenders these soldiers as thoroughly conversant with the\\nregion round about, as if they had been dwelling there a life-\\ntime. They have tasted water from every spring and well,\\nestimated the corn to the acre, tried the water-melons,\\n1 gagged the peaches, knocked down the persimmons, milked\\nthe cows, roasted the pigs, picked the chickens they know\\nwho lives here, and there, and yonder, the whereabouts of\\nthe native boys, the names of the native girls. If there is a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE WESTERN SOLDIER.\\n57\\ncurious cave, a queer tree, a strange rock anywhere about, f\\nthey know it. You can see them with the chisel, hammer\\nand haversack, tugging up the mountain, or scrambling down\\nthe ravine in a geological passion that would have won the\\nright hand of fellowship from Hugh Miller, and home they\\ncome with specimens that would enrich a cabinet. I have in\\nmy possession the most exquisite fossil buds just ready to\\nopen, beautiful shells, rare minerals, collected by these rough\\nand dashing naturalists. If you think the rank and file have\\nno taste for the beautiful, it is time you remembered of what\\nmaterial our armies are made. Nothing will catch a soldier s\\neye quicker than a patch of velvet muss, or a fresh little\\nflower, and many a letter leaves the camp enriched with\\nfaded souvenirs of these expeditions.\\nThe business of living has fairly begun again.\\nBut at five o clock, some dingy morning, obedient to\\nsudden orders, the regiment marched away in good cheer\\nthe army wagons go streaming and swearing after them the\\nbeat of the drum grows fainter the last straggler is out of\\nsight the canvas city has vanished like a vision. On such\\na morning, and amid such a scene, I have loitered, till it\\nseemed as if a busy city had passed out of sight, leaving\\nnothing behind for all that life and light, but empty deso-\\nlation. Will you wonder much, if I tell you that I have\\nwatched such a vanishing with a pang of regret that the\\ntrampled field looked dim to me, worn smooth and beautiful\\nby the touch of those brave feet, whose owners have trod\\nupon thorns with song feet, alas, how many, that shall\\nnever again in all this coming and going world make music\\nupon the old thresholds! And how many such sites of\\nperished cities this war has made how many bonds of good\\nfellowship have been rent to be united no more P", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "58\\nA PHILOSOPHICAL DARKEY.\\nA PHILOSOPHICAL DAEKEY.\\nAn elderly darkey, with a very philosophical and retro\\nspective cast of countenance, was squatting upon his bundle\\non the hurricane deck of one of the western river steamers,\\ntoasting his shins against the chimney, and apparently\\nplunged in a state of profound meditation. His appearance\\nand dress indicated familiarity with camp life, and it being\\nsoon after the siege and capture of Fort Donelson, I was in-\\nclined to disturb his reveries, and on interrogation, found he\\nhad been with the Union forces at that place, when I ques-\\ntioned him further. His philosophy was so much in the\\nFalstaffian vein, that I will give his views in his own words,\\nas near as my memory will serve me.\\nWere you in the fight\\nHad a little taste of it, sa.\\nStood your ground, did you\\nNo, sa, I runs.\\nEun at the first fire, did you\\nYes, sa, an would hab run soona hab I know d it was\\ncoming.\\nWhy, that wasn t very creditable to your courage.\\nDat isn t in my line, sa cookin s my profession.\\nWell, but have you no regard for your reputation\\nEeputation s nuffin to me by de side of life.\\nDo you consider your life worth more than other\\npeople s?\\nIt s worth more to me, sa.\\nThen you must value it very highly.\\nYes, sa, I does more dan all dis world more dan a\\nmillion ob dollars, sa, for what would dat be wuth to a man\\nwid de bref out ob him Self-preserbashun am de fust law\\nwid me, sa.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "ROUGH ON THE CAVALRY. 59\\nBut why should you act upon a different rule from other\\nmen\\nCause, sa, different men sets different value upon dar\\nselves. My life is not in de market.\\nBut if you lost it, you would have the satisfaction of\\nknowing that you died for your country.\\nWhat satisfaction would dat be to me, when de power\\nob feelin was gone\\nThen patriotism and honor are nothing to you I\\nNuffin whatever, sa I regard dem as among de canities.\\nIf our soldiers were like you, traitors might have broken\\nup the government without resistance.\\nYes, sa, dar would hab been no help for it. I wouldn t\\nput my life in the scale ginst any gobernment dat eber\\nexisted, for no gobernment could replace de loss to me.\\nSpect, dough, dat de gobernment safe if dey all like me.\\nDo you think any of your company would have missed\\nyou if you had been killed?\\nMay be not, sa. A dead white man ain t much to dese\\nsogers, let alone a dead nigga, but I d a missed myself, and\\ndat was de pint wid me.\\nIt is safe to say that the dusky corpse of that African will\\nnever darken the field of carnage.\\nBOUGH ON THE CAVALKY.\\nAn anecdote is told of General Hooker, which shows that\\nhis opinion of one branch of the military service was just\\nright. Soon after he assumed command of the Army of the\\nPotomac he summoned to headquarters all the principal", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "60\\nTHE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER.\\ncavalry officers in his command, twenty-five or thirty in\\nnumber. Arranged in a semicircle, facing him, he addressed\\nthem after this manner, very coolly and with low voice at\\nfirst, but warming as he proceeded Gentleman I have\\ncalled you together to consult with you in regard to the\\ncavalry arm of the service. I think it should be, and may\\nbe, made more efficient. It seems to me to be at present a\\nvery costly show very expensive and very useless. Why,\\ngentlemen, moving up and taking a step forward, I ll be\\nif I have ever seen or have ever heard of a dead\\ncavalry-man!\\nTHE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER,\\nI NOW proceeded to Savage Station. I shall not attempt\\nto describe the sombre picture of gloom, confusion and dis-\\ntress, which oppressed me there. I found officers endeavoring\\nto fight off the true meaning. Anxiety at headquarters was\\ntoo apparent to one who had studied that branch of the army\\ntoo sharply to be deluded by thin masks. Other external\\nsigns were demonstrative. The wretched spectacle of man-\\ngled men from yesterday s battle, prone upon the lawn,\\naround the hospital, the wearied, haggard, and smoke-be-\\ngrimed faces of men who had fought, were concomitants of\\nevery battle-field, yet they formed the sombre coloring of the\\nominous picture before me. Then there were hundreds who\\nhad straggled from the field, sprawled upon every space\\nwhere there was a shadow of a leaf to protect them from a\\nbroiling sun; a hurry and tumult of wagons and artillery\\ntrains, endless almost, rushing down the roads toward the\\nnew base, moving with a sort of orderly confusion, almost as", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER. 61\\ndistressing as panic itself. But I venture that few of al] thafe\\nhastening throng, excepting old officers, understood the mis-\\nfortune. Strange to say, that even then, almost eleven\\no clock, communication with White House by railroad and\\ntelegraph was uninterrupted, but soon after eleven the wires\\nsuddenly ceased to vibrate intelligibly.\\nFrom headquarters I passed along our lines. The troops\\nstill stood at the breastworks ready for battle but it was\\nevident they had begun to inquire into the situation. Some\\napprehensive officers had caught a hint of the mysteries\\nwhich prevailed. The trains were ordered to move, troops\\nto hold themselves in readiness to march at any moment. So\\npassed that day, dreadful in its moral attributes as a day of\\npestilence, and when night closed upon the dreary scene, the\\nenterprise had fully begun. Endless streams of artillery-\\ntrains, wagons, and funeral ambulances, poured down the\\nroads from all the camps, and plunged into the narrow funnel\\nwhich was our only hope of escape. And now the exquisite\\ntruth flashed upon me. It was absolutely necessary, foi the\\nsalvation of the army and the cause, that our wounded and\\nmangled braves, who lay moaning in physical agony in our\\nhospitals, should be deserted and left in the hands of the\\nenemy. Oh the cruel horrors of war. Do you wonder,\\nmy friends, that the features of youth wrinkle, and that the\\nstrong man s beard silvers soon, amid such scenes? The\\nsignature of age indites itself full soon upon the smoothest\\nface of warriors and those who witness war s cruelty. Ah\\nwell, another night of sorrow, without catastrophe. Officers\\nwere on horseback nearly all night, ordering the great\\ncaravan and its escorts. No wink of sleep again no peace\\nof mind for any who realized the peril of our country if\\nthose blank hours.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "62 THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER.\\nAt daylight, General McClellan was on the road. Thou-\\nsands of cattle, of wagons, and our immense train of artillery,\\nintermingled with infantry and great troops of cavalry,\\nchoked up the road already. Gen. Sumner s, Heintzelman s,\\nand Franklin s corps, under Sumner s command, had been\\nleft to guard the rear, with orders to fall back at daylight,\\nand hold the enemy in check till night. A noble army for\\nsacrifice, and some, oh how many, must fall to save the\\nrest. The very slightest movement from the front was\\ncritical. At no point along the line were we more than three\\nfourths of a mile from the enemy, and in front of Sedgwick s\\nline they were not over six hundred yards distant. The\\nslightest vibration at any point was apt to thrill the rebel\\nlines from centre to wings. But fortunately, by skilful\\nsecrecy, column after column was marched to the rear\\nFranklin first, Sedgwick next, then Eichardson and Hooker,\\nand lastly the kmghtly Kearney.\\nA mile had been swiftly traversed, when these splendid\\ncolumns quickly turned at bay. The moment was most\\nthrilling, most trying to stoutest nerves. The enemy, keen-\\nscented and watchful, had discovered the retrograde, and\\nquick as thought were swarming through our late impass-\\nable entanglements, and came yelling at our heels like insa-\\ntiate savages. Full soon our camps had hived countless\\nnumbers, and red battle began to stamp his foot. Gallant\\nBurns was first to feel the shock. One of his favorite regi-\\nments Baxter s Philadelphia Fire Zouaves had been as-*\\nsigned to support a battery. As the enemy advanced it\\nopened hotly upon them, but undismayed, they pressed to\\nthe charge. Burns held firm his men until the enemy\\nseemed almost ready to plunge upon the guns. Then, wav-\\ning his sword, he ordered his trusty fellows to fire. A bas", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TC THE JAMES RIVER. 63\\nketful of canister, fearful volleys of musketry, and all who\\nwere left of that slaughtered column of rebels fled howling\\nto the rear. Fresh masses poured out and were sent surging\\nback again, until finally they stood aloof, content to watch\\nand wait a happier moment to assail that desperate front.\\nMeantime, almost every vestige of camp-furniture, which\\nhad been left in camp, had been examined by the enemy\\nwith disappointment and rage. We had destroyed all we\\ncould not transport.\\nToward noon the line had retired several miles, and rested\\nbehind Savage Station, to destroy the public property which\\nhad accumulated there. A locomotive on the railway was\\nstarted swiftly down the road, with a train of cars, and soon\\nplunged madly into the Chickahominy, a mangled wreck.\\nThe match was applied to stores of every description, and\\nammunition was exploded, until nothing was left to appease\\nthe rebel appetite for prey. Destruction was complete, and\\nthe ruins were more touchingly desolate amid the mangled\\nvictims of war s ruthlessness, who lay on the hillside mourn-\\ning the departure of friends with whom they had bravely\\nfought. Would that such pictures could be sealed up in the\\nbook of memory, never to be opened to the human heart.\\nMany a manly fellow has told me since that all human sorrow\\nseemed condensed into that one woeful parting. If it were\\never manful to shed tears, men might then have wept like\\nNiobe. Let us draw the veil to hide the wounds more agon-\\nizing than rude weapon ever rent. Hundreds I don t know\\nhow many were left upon the green sward and in our too\\nlimited hospitals, to wait the cold charities of bitter enemies.\\nThe advance column and all that mighty train had now\\nbeen swallowed in the maw of the dreary forest. It swept\\nonward, onward, fast and furious like an avalanche. Every", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "64 THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER.\\nhour of silence behind was ominous, but hours were precious\\nto us. Pioneer bands were rushing along in front, clearing\\nand repairing our single road reconnoissance officers were\\nseeking new routes for a haven of rest and safety. The\\nenemy was in the rear pressing on with fearful power. He\\nlould press down flankward to our front, cutting off our retreat.\\nWould such be our fate The vanguard had passed White\\nOak Bridge and had risen to a fine defensive post, flanked by\\nWhite Oak Swamps, where part of the train at least could\\nrest. How sadly the feeble ones needed it, those who having\\nsuspected their friends were about to abandon them, trusted\\nrather to the strength of fear to lead them to safety, than to\\nthe fate which might await them at the hands of the foe.\\nBut the march was orderly as upon any less urgent day, only\\nswiicer and marvellous, too, it seemed that such caravans\\nof wagons, artillery, horsemen, soldiers, camp-followers, and\\nall, should press through that narrow road with so little\\nconfusion.\\nTwo miles beyond the bridge the column suddenly halted.\\nA tremor thrilled along the line. A moment more, and the\\ndull boom of a cannon and its echoing shell fell grimly upon\\nour ears. Were we beleaguered An hour later, and there\\nwas an ominous roar behind. The enemy was thundering on\\nour rear. I know that the moment was painful to many, but\\nno soldier s heart seemed to shrink from the desperate shock.\\nBack and forth dashed hot riders. Messengers here, orders\\nthere, composure and decision where it should be, with determi-\\nnation to wrest triumph from the jaws of disaster. As yeC\\nevery thing had prospered, and at noon a brighter ray flashed\\nathwart our dreary horizon. Averill our dashing Ashby\\nhad moved with the vanguard, met eight companies of\\nrebel cavalry, charged them, routed them, pursued them", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\n65\\nmiles beyond our reach, and returned in triumph with sixty\\nprisoners and horses, leaving nine dead foes on the field. He\\nexplained it modestly, but I saw old generals thank him for\\nthe gallant exploit not the first of his youthful career.\\nGeneral Keyes had sent a section of artillery with the van-\\nguard, Averill s cavalry escorting it. The rebels charged\\nat the guns, not perceiving our cavalry, which was screened\\nby thickets. The artillery gave them shell and canister,\\nwhich checked their mad career. Averill charged, and\\nhorse, rider and all were in one red burial blent. Dead\\nhorses are scattered over that field, and dead men lie under\\nthe shadows of the forests. We lost but one brave trooper.\\nHeadquarters, which had tarried near the bridge, were\\nnow moved two miles beyond. Keyes corps was for-\\nwarded, Sykes was guarding our flanks, Morell was moving\\nbehind Keyes, Fitz John Porter stood guard around the\\ncamp. Day was wearing away. An awful tumult in rear,\\nas if the elements were contending, had been moving senses\\nwith exquisite power. Foaming steeds and flushed riders\\ndashed into camp. Stout Sumner was still holding his own.\\nThe enemy was raging around him like famished wolves.\\nThere seemed to be a foe behind every tree; but the old\\nhero and his gallant soldiers fought like lions. You could\\nsee the baleful fires of cannon flashing against the dusky\\nhorizon, playing on the surface of the evening clouds like\\nsharp magnetic lights. Long lines of musketry vomited\\ntheir furious volleys of pestilential lead through the forests,\\nsweeping scores of brave soldiers into the valley of the\\nshadow of death. And nature now, as if emulous of man s\\nfury, flashed its red artillery, and rolled its grand thunder\\nover the domes of Eichmond, now miles to the right of us.\\nMoment after moment elapsed before even practiced soldier?\\n5", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "66 THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER.\\ncould decide which was the power of God and which was the\\nconflict of man, so strangely similar were the twin reverbe-\\nrations. But the deep glare of electricity recorded the truth\\nin yivid lines of fire. No combination of the dreadful in art\\nand the magnificent in nature was ever more solemnly im-\\npressive.\\nNothing struck me so keenly during all that gloomy day\\nand more desolate night, as the thinly disguised uneasiness\\nof those to whom the country had intrusted its fate. It\\nwas well that soldiers who carry muskets did not read the\\nagony traced upon the face of that leader whom they had\\nlearned to love. A few in that gloomy bivouac folded their\\narms to sleep, but most were too exhausted to enjoy that\\nblessed relief. That dreadful tumult, but a few short miles\\nin the distance, raged till long after the whippoorwill had\\ncommenced his plaintive song. Late at night, couriers, hot\\nfrom the field, dashed in with glad tidings. Sumner had\\nbeaten the enemy at every point, until they were glad to\\ncease attack. The warrior was advised by Gen. McClellan to\\nretire quietly to our main body but the old man, game as a\\nking-eagle, begged to be permitted to drive the rebels home.\\nSaid a general to me: Old Bull Sumner didn t want to\\nquit. The game old fellow had to be choked off.\\nThat battle in the forests was a contest of desperation. A\\nhaughty and revengeful foe, confident in victory and num-\\nbers, pressed us to the wall, and that spirit of resistance\\nwhich should inflame every army of the north against those\\nwho war upon constitutional liberty, met them hand to hand\\nsteel to steel, and drove them to their dens. It was a Sunday\\nbattle.\\nThat night there was another strange meteorological phe-\\nnomenon. I suppose it was about midnight. The lights at", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2040", "width": "2242", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER. 67\\nHeadquarters wero still blazing. The commander was yet\\nworking with unyielding devotion aids were still riding fast,\\nbut all else was silent. I had just fallen into slumber the\\nfirst during two weary nights when I was startled by what\\nwe all thought was the terrific uproar of battle. Again and\\nagain it thundered, and rolled sublimely away off on the\\nborders of Chickahominy. For some moments we feared the\\nenemy had crossed the river behind our rear guard and was\\ndestroying our right wing in the darkness. Many who sus-\\npected they might be victims of a delusion most natural in\\nthat critical period, when nothing but the sound of cannon\\nand musketry had been the most familiar sounds of our\\ncamps for months criticised their senses sharply, but still\\nthe uproar was so wonderfully like battle, that we could not\\nshake the opinion from our minds that a night-fight was\\ngoing on. Five minutes elapsed, I suppose, before the rag-\\nged crown of a black cloud in the distance reared itself\\nabove the forests, and dispelled the gloomy deception.\\nMorning beamed upon us again brilliantly but hotly. We\\nthanked Heaven that it had not rained. The enemy had not\\nyet appeared in our front. Sumner had brought off his\\nsplendid command; Franklin was posted strongly on the\\nsouth bank of White Oak creek; Heintzelman was on his\\nleft Keyes corps was moving swiftly to James river, down\\nthe Charles City and Quaker road Porter and part of Sum-\\nner s corps were following rapidly.\\nMoving to the rear to learn the fate of friends, the history\\nof yesterday s bitter conflict was sketched for me in the hag\\ngard features of the weary men who had fallen exhausted in\\ntheir forest bivouac. B rave old Sumner s face bore traces of\\nthe excoriating fire of battle, but his features were radiant\\nwith smiles. He was eloquent in his praises of his com", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "68\\nTHE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIYER.\\nmand. Burns had borne the brunt of the light, and he did\\nit magnificently, sir. Sedgwick, who had been sick for\\ndays, had stemmed the torrent grimly. His first words were\\nB., that was Burns fight. He showed himself a splendid\\nsoldier. Let the world know his merits. He deserves all\\nyou can say. Sedgwick seldom praises men. But he is a\\ngallant soldier himself, and he appreciates merit. I found\\nGeneral Burns stretched under a lofty pine, and his warriors\\nwere slumbering around him painfully. His eyes were hol-\\nlow and bloodshot, his handsome features pale and thin, his\\nbeard and his clothing were clotted with blood, his face was\\nbandaged, concealing a ragged and painful wound in his\\nnether jaw. It was enough to make a sphynx weep to look\\nupon the work of an awful day upon such a man. His voice\\nwas husky from his exhortations and battle-cries, and tremu-\\nlous with emotion, when grasping my hands, he said, with\\nexquisite pathos My friend, many of my poor fellows lie in\\nthose forests. It is terrible to leave them there. Blakeney\\nis wounded, McGonigle is gone, and many will see us no\\nmore. We are hungry and exhausted, and the enemy the\\nJbrest is full of people are thundering at our heels. It is\\nan awful affliction. We will fight them, feeble as we are\\nbut with what hope To know such a man to feel how\\nkeenly he realized his situation to watch his quivering lips\\nand sad play of features, usually so joyous friends it\\nwas anguish itself. And there was a townsman of yours\\nthere, who won imperishable honor William G. Jones,\\nlieutenant-colonel, who but one short week ago took com-\\nmand of the First California regiment. He handled it like a\\nveteran, and behaved like a Bayard. His new command,\\nfired by his enthusiasm and daring even beyond their old\\nprowess, did deeds which General Sumner himself said enti-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\n69\\ntied them to the glory of heroes. So hot was the fight and\\nso hot the work, that Jones once fell headlong from his horse,\\nfrom exhaustion, but recovering soon, he resumed his sword\\nand again led his gallant fellows to the charge. General\\nBurns speaks so warmly of the devotion and heroism ot\\nGeorge Hicks, of Camblos, and Blakeney, and Griffiths, hi\\nstaff and his colonels, Morehead, Baxter and Owens, their\\ncountrymen should know their worth. So Sedgwick speaks\\nof his adjutant, Captain Sedgwick, and of Howe, his aid.\\nSo Sumner speaks of Clark, and of Kipp, and of Tompkins\\nand of all in his command. In that fray Sedgwick s division\\nlost six hundred men, and four hundred more of various\\ncorps are not among their comrades. General Brooks also\\nwas wounded in the right leg, but not seriously. The enemy\\nfirst attacked at Orchard Station, near Fair Oaks, in the\\nmorning, but were soon driven off. At about noon they\\nreturned in heavy force from the front of Eichmond, while a\\nstrong column was thrown across Chickahominy, at Alexan-\\nder s bridge, near the railway crossing. They first appeared\\nin the edge of the woods south of Trent s and opened upon\\nour column on the Williamsburg road with shell. At the\\nsame time they trained a heavy gun upon our line from the\\nbridge they had just crossed. They still seemed deluded\\nwith the belief that General McClellan intended to retreat to\\nthe Pamunkey, and all day long they had marched heavy\\ncolumns from their camps in front of Eichmond across New\\nbridge, to strengthen Jackson still more. Happy delusion\\nTheir first shells exploded around and over the hospitals\\nat Savage Station, but it is just to say it was not intentional.\\nThey next opened upon a cluster of officers, including Sum-\\nner, Sedgwick, Eichardson, Burns, and their staffs, missing\\nthem fortunately, but covering them with dust. Our own", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "70 THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\nbatteries were now in full clamor, and both sides hanot.di\\ntheir guns skilfully. The object of the enemy seemed to bo\\nto break our right centre, and, consequently, Burns brigade\\nwas the recipient of the principal share of their favor. As\\nthe afternoon wore away, the combatants drew closer together,\\nand the conflict became one of the sharpest of the battles on\\nVirginia soil. Two companies of one regiment stampeded.\\nGeneral Burns flung himself across their track, waved his\\nbullet- shattered hat, expostulated, exhorted, entreated, threat-\\nened, imprecated, under a storm of lead, and at last, throwing\\nhis hat in an agony of despair upon the ground, begged them\\nto rally once more, and preserve them and him from dis-\\ngrace. The last appeal touched them. The men wheeled\\nwith alacrity, and fought like heroes until the carnage ceased.\\nEach regiment distinguished itself so conspicuously, that in\\nhappier times their names will be inscribed in general orders,\\nbut there was such a number of regiments and officers en-\\ngaged, that the record would make a volume. Suffice it that\\nnone but those I expected, and who redeemed themselves\\nsubsequently, faltered in the fight. Sumner s corps held the\\nfield till Heintzelman s corps had retired, and then moved\\nquietly and swiftly back, under cover of night and the forests,\\nacross White Oak bridge.\\nOur trains had now passed White Oak bridge. Such an\\nachievement, in such order, under the circumstances, might\\nwell be regarded wonderful. The retreat was most ably con-\\nducted. Until this day (Monday), the enemy seems con\\nstantly to have operated upon the supposition that our army\\nwas intending to retire to the Pamunkey. They had been\\ndeluded into this belief by the seventeenth New York and\\neighteenth Massachusetts regiments, together with part of\\nthe first, second and sixth regular cavalry, which had been", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\n71\\nsent out to Old Church on Thursday morning, to impress the\\nenemy with that notion. (Par parenthese, they retired safely\\nto Yorktown, and are now at Malvern Hill.) But our true\\nobject must now have become apparent, and it was vitally\\nnecessary to get the trains through before the enemy could\\npush columns down the Charles City, Central and New-\\nMarket roads. But until eight o clock in the morning, we\\nhad no knowledge of any but the Quaker road to the point\\nat which we now aimed Harding s Landing and Malvern\\nHill, in Turkey Bend. Sharp reconnoissance, however, had\\nfound another, and soon our tremendous land-fleet was sailing\\ndown two roads, and our long artillery train of two hundred\\nand fifty guns and equipments were lumbering after them\\nwith furious but orderly speed. So perfect was the order\\nalthough to an unpracticed eye it would have seemed the con-\\nfusion of Babel that the roads were blockaded but two 01\\nthree times. The topography of the country had now become\\nsuch, that infantry could march through the woods, in paral-\\nlel lines, on both sides of the trains, while White Oak Swamp\\nfortunately protected our flanks from cavalry. We were\\ngetting on admirably, and it was apparent that the whole\\narmy would be safely in position before sunset, unless the\\nenemy should attack.\\nAt about ten o clock, General McClellan pushed to the\\nriver, communicating with Commodore Eodgers, and had the\\ngunboat fleet posted to aid us against the enemy. The case\\nwas desperate, but it was a relief to reach the river, where we\\ncould turn at bay, with our rear protected by the James, and\\nflanks partially covered by gunboats. Tidings, however, had\\nbeen received that the enemy was pushing swiftly upon us in\\nseveral columns of immense numbers, apparently determined\\nto crush us or drive us into the river that night. They", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "72\\nTHE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\nopened fiercely with shell upon Smith s division at White\\nOak bridge. After burning down the house of a good seces-\\nsionist, and breaking his leg, the enemy extended his line of\\nfire, and soon engaged our entire rear-guard, striking at Slo-\\ncum, who was guarding against a flank movement designed\\nto cut our column in twain.\\nLong before this, our vanguard had debouched from the\\nroad into the field before Turkey Bend, and our reserve\\nartillery was powerfully posted on Malvern Hill, a magnifi-\\ncent bluff covering Harding s Landing, where our gunboats\\nwere cruising. Here was a glorious prospect. Though our\\ngallant fellows were bravely holding the fierce enemy at bay\\nto cover the swiftly escaping trains, it was clear our troubles\\nwere not ended. We had again deceived the enemy by go-\\ning to Turkey Bend. He had imagined we were marching\\nto New-Market, destined to a point on Cliff Bottom road, near\\nFort Darling. It was not far away, and the enemy was\\nmassing his troops upon us on the left and on our new front\\nfor when we arrived at Malvern Hill, the wings of the army\\nas organized were reversed, Keyes taking the right, Porter s\\ncorps the left, as we faced Eichmond. Our line now de\\nscribed a great arc, and there was fighting around three fourths\\nof the perimeter.\\nGeneral McClellan, who had already communicated with\\nthe gunboats, returned from the front to Malvern Hills,\\nwhich were made his battle headquarters, and dispositions\\nfor a final emergency were made. Fitz John Porter was\\nmarched from the valley under the hill to his post on the\\nwestern crest of the hill, where he could rake the plains to-\\nward Eichmond. Our splendid artillery was picturesquely\\npoised in ian shape at salient points, and its supports were\\ndisposed in admirable cover in hollows between undulations", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER. 73\\nof the bluff. Powerful concentrating batteries were also\\nposted in the centre, so that, to use the language of Colonel\\nSweitzer u We ll clothe this hill in sheets of flame before\\nthey take it. It was a magnificent spectacle. The roar of\\ncombat grew tremendous as the afternoon wore away. There\\nwas no time then nor afterward to ascertain dispositions ot\\nparticular organizations. They were thrown together wher-\\never emergency demanded. White Oak bridge, the Quaker\\nroad, Charles City road, the banks of Turkey creek, were\\nenveloped in smoke and flame iron and lead crashed through\\nforests and men like a destroying pestilence. A masked\\nbattery, which had opened from the swamp under Malvern\\nHill, began to prove inconvenient to Porter. It ploughed\\nand crashed through some of our wagons, and disturbed\\ngroups of officers in the splendid groves of Malvern mansion.\\nThe gunboat Galena, anchored on the opposite side of Turkey\\nisland, and the Aroostook, cruising at the head of the island,\\nopened their ports and plunged their awful metal into the\\nrebel cover with Titanic force. Toward sunset the earth\\nquivered with the terrific concussion of artillery, and huge\\nexplosions. The vast aerial auditorium seemed convulsed\\nwith the commotion of frightful sounds. Shells raced like\\ndark meteors athwart the horizon, crossing each other at\\neccentric angles, exploding into deadly iron hail and fantastic\\npuffs of smoke, until ether was displaced by a vast cloud of\\nwhite fumes, through which even the fierce blaze of a setting\\nBummer s sun could but grimly penetrate. Softly puffing\\nabove the dark curtain of forest which masked the battle-\\nfield, there was another fleece which struggled through the\\ndense foliage like heavy mist-clouds, and streaming upward\\nin curious eddies with the ever-varying current of the winds,\\nminghd with and absorbed the canopy of smoke which", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "74\\nTHE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\nfloated from the surface of the plains and river. The battle-\\nstained sun, sinking majestically into the horizon behind\\nEichmond, burnished the fringe of gossamer with lurid and\\ngolden glory and as fantastic columns capriciously whiffed\\nup from the woods, they were suddenly transformed into pil-\\nlars of lambent flame, radiant with exquisite beauty, which\\nwould soon separate into a thousand picturesque forms, and\\nfade into dim capacity. But the convulsion beneath was not\\na spectacle for curious eyes. The forms of smoke-masked\\nwarriors, the gleam of muskets on the plains where soldiers\\nwere disengaged, the artistic order of battle on Malvern Hill,\\nthe wild career of wilder horsemen plunging to and from and\\nacross the field, formed a scene of exciting grandeur. In the\\nforest where eyes did not penetrate there was nothing but the\\nexhilarating and exhausting spasm of battle. Baleful fires\\nblazed among the trees, and death struck many shining\\nmarks. Our haggard men stood there with grand courage,\\nfighting more like creatures of loftier mould than men.\\nWearied and jaded, and hungry and thirsty, beset by almost\\ncountless foes, they cheered and fought and charged into the\\nvery jaws of death, until veteran soldiers fairly wept at their\\ndevotion. It was wonderful how our noble fellows fought\\nwonderful how their hearts swelled with greatness and, as\\nthe enemy, in very madness at the terrible bitterness with\\nwhich they resisted, plunged fresh columns against them\\none, two, three, four, five lines of battle, fresh men each time,\\nand stronger than each predecessor, our glorious soldiers still\\nfought and still repelled the revengeful foe. History, said\\na general, never saw more splendid self-immolation. It\\nwas agonizing to see the men stand in the ranks and fight\\ntill exhausted nature could do no more. At last deep dark-\\nness ended the fight. The enemy withdrew and sat himself", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\n75\\ndown to watch his prey. We had beaten him back. But\\nthe morrow Would the enemy strike our ragged columns\\nagain\\nPerhaps one of the noblest spectacles in martial history\\nwas improvised in Fitz John Porter s camp, when his veteran\\nvolunteers were ordered to the battle-field. They had eaten\\nnothing for thirty-six hours. Thursday some of them had\\nfought. Friday they fought all day long and into night.\\nThat night they marched across the river. Next day they\\nmarched again. That night they kept watch in White Oak\\nSwamp. And Monday they marched again. The fiery sun\\nhad parched their feet, hunger and thirst and labor had\\nenfeebled their bodies, but Monday afternoon, when orders\\ncame to move again to the field, the color-bearers stepped to\\nthe front with their proud standards the drums beat a rally-\\ning rataplan, and those devoted followers of the u banner of\\nbeauty and glory swung aloft their hats, and shouted with\\nsoul-stirring enthusiasm. The eyes of their generals flashed\\nfire as their faces lighted up with sudden glory and officers\\nstepped together in clusters, and swore solemnly that life\\nshould be sacrificed before that flag should fall. My life,\\nsaid one, is nothing, if I have no country. And again the\\nnoble fellows shouted their war-notes. Weak as they were\\nI saw them move to the field at double-quick. When they\\nfly, the Army of the Potomac will be no more.\\nNight seemed to bring a little more relief. The enemy\\ncould not press us then. But would he to-morrow It was\\nbelieved that he was massing all his power to crush us in\\ncombined attack. Oh that our soldiers could rest a day, even.\\nAlas they could not rest at night. Their salvation, it seemed,\\ndepended more upon their labor now than upon their guns.\\nInto the trenches, ye braves, and work t U morn summons", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "76\\nTHE RETREAT TO THE JAMES RIVER.\\nyou to battle. And so they labored, some dropping listlessly\\nin the trenches, exhausted nature refusing to endure more.\\nI cannot detail the battle of Monday. Brigades, and regi-\\nments, and companies, and fragments of each, were fought as\\nthey could be used. It matters not who were here or there.\\nIt was a terrible battle. General McCall was lost General\\nSumner was twice wounded, but not seriously. His wounds\\nwere bound on the field, and he remained in the saddle, and\\nin the fiery torrent. Colonel Wyman, too, of the eighteenth\\nMassachusetts, was killed. General Meade was severely\\nwounded. How many others I cannot tell. It was a bloody\\nday. There will be weeping at many a hearthstone, and\\nmany a loved one was lost who will be sought for long and\\nnever found.\\nSumner, and Heintzelman, and Franklin, and Hooker, and\\nSmith, and Sedgwick, and McCall Hancock, and Davidson,\\nand Meade, and Seymour, and Burns, and Sickles, and Sully,\\nand Owens, and dead Wyman, and all the galaxy of brave\\nleaders, won title to glorious honors. They tell me that the rebel\\nGeneral Longstreet was wounded, and two other generals lay\\ndead on the field, with long lines of rebel officers and heca-\\ntombs of men. Melancholy satisfaction for such dead as ours.\\nThe enemy was beaten again, thank God beaten badly,\\ndriven back, slaughtered fearfully. The gunboats had at\\nleast a moral agency in the fight. It did not appear that\\ntheir guns could do more than protect the left flank, which\\nwas much, and the enemy was shy of that point.\\nTuesday, the first of July, was not a cheerful day. The\\nprospect was not happy. It was gloomy at headquarters.\\nThe troops were intrenching the hill, and standing to arms.\\nThe enemy were reported massing their forces. We were\\npreparing to repel them. At noon silence was broken by", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "A CHARACTERISTIC INDORSEMENT.\\n77\\nhostile cannon in the extreme front. As afternoon wore\\naway, the bombardment increased. At five o clock there was\\na battle, and the Aroostook was hurling shell into the woods\\nAt about seven o clock the firing was heavy, but it was con*\\nfined to a narrow circle. Ayres was driving the enemy from\\nhis batteries. Our boat pushed from the landing. At dark\\nwe moved from Harrison s Landing, seven miles below. The\\narmy had not moved there the trains had. Soon after we\\nsteamed into the channel, the bombardment grew heavier\\nThe gunboats were thundering into the forests.\\nWhen I left the prospect was cheerless. That night we met\\nreinforcements. Before morning the army was strengthened\\nPray God it was made strong enough to go to Eichmond.\\nThis retreat of General McClellan was masterly. He car-\\nried all that army, and all his trains, successfully through one\\nnarrow road, while encompassed by enemies two-fold as strong\\nas his army.\\nA CHAEACTBEISTIO INDOESEMENT.\\nFranklin W. Smith, a Boston contractor, was tried by\\ncourt-martial, and found guilty of pocketing a thousand or\\ntwo dollars out of a contract with the navy department for\\nsupplies. The report of the court-martial was sent to Presi-\\ndent Lincoln for his examination, who returned it with this\\ncharacteristic indorsement\\nWhereas, Franklin W. Smith had transactions with the\\nUnited States Navy Department, to a million and a quarter of\\ndollars, and had the chance to steal a quarter of a million\\nand whereas, he was charged with stealing only ten thousand", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "78\\nA STIRRING SCENE.\\ndollars, and from the final revision of the testimony, it is only\\nclaimed that he stole one hundred dollars, I don t believe\\nhe stole any thing at all.\\nTherefore, the records of the court-martial, together with\\nthe finding and sentence, are disapproved, declared null and\\nvoid, and the defendant is fully discharged.\\nA. Lincoln.\\nA SUBBING- SCENE.\\nThe night after the battle of Mission Bidge, General Sheri-\\ndan went in pursuit of the flying enemy, and met with a\\nsharp resistance, near Chickamauga Station, some two miles\\nbeyond the Bidge. At about seven o clock of that Novem-\\nber evening, he sent a regiment to take possession of a little\\npromontory jutting out into the valley, which would give\\nhim a vast advantage. The musketry were briskly playing\\nall the while, time was precious, the position important, the\\nregiment a long time executing the movement, and Sheridan,\\nanxious and impatient, was watching the sky line to see the\\ntroops emerge from the shadows, and move along the clear-\\ncut crest of the promontory. The moon, then near the full,\\nhad just risen above the edge of the hill, when the battalions\\nmoved out of the darkness, and exactly across the moon s\\ndisc. There for an instant, was the regiment, colors and\\ngleaming arms in bold relief and motionless a regiment\\ntransferred to heaven And there was the moon, a great\\nmedallion struck in the twinkling of an eye, as if in honor\\nof that deathless day. The general s eye brightened at the\\nsight. Even there and then it was something to be thought\\nof; to be seen but a moment to be remembered forever.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE CAVALRY CHARGE.\\nTHE CAVALRY CHARGE.\\nWith bray of the trumpet\\nAnd roll of the drum,\\nAnd keen ring of bugles,\\nThe cavalry come.\\nSharp clank the steel scabbards,\\nThe bridle-chains ring,\\nAnd foam from red nostrils\\nThe wild chargers fling.\\nTramp tramp o er the green sward\\nThat quivers below,\\nScarce held by the curb-bit,\\nThe fierce horses go\\nAnd the grim-visaged colonel,\\nWith ear-rending shout,\\nPeals forth to the squadrons,\\nThe order\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Trot out.\\nOne hand on the sabre,\\nAnd one on the rein,\\nThe troopers move forward\\nIn line on the plain.\\nAs rings the word Gallop\\nThe steel scabbards clank,\\nAnd each rowel is pressed\\nTo a horse s hot flank\\nAnd swift is their rush\\nAs the wild torrent s flow,\\nWhen it pours from the crag\\nOn the valley below", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE CAVALRY CHARGE.\\nCharge! thunders the leader.\\nLike shaft from the bow\\nEach mad horse is hurled\\nOn the wavering foe.\\nA thousand bright sabres\\nAre gleaming in air\\nA thousand dark horses\\nAre dashed on the square.\\nResistless and reckless\\nOf aught may betide,\\nLike demons, not mortals,\\nThe wild troopers ride.\\nCut right and cut left I\\nFor the parry who needs\\nThe bayonets shiver\\nLike wind-shattered reeds\\nYain vain the red volley\\nThat bursts from the square\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe random-shot bullets\\nAre waisted in air.\\nTriumphant, remorseless,\\nUnerring as death,\\nNo sabre that s stainless\\nReturns to its sheath.\\nThe wounds that are dealt\\nBy that murderous steel\\nWill never yield case\\nFor the surgeons to heal.\\nHurrah they are broken\\nHurrah I boys, they fly\\nNone linger save those\\nWho but linger to die.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "A STBANGE BATTLE SCENE.\\n81\\nRein up your hot horses,\\nAnd call in your men\\nThe trumpet sounds Rally\\nTo color again.\\nSome saddles are empty,\\nSome comrades are slain,\\nAnd some noble horses\\nLie stark on the plain\\nBut war s a chance game, boys,\\nAnd weeping is vain.\\nA STRANGE BATTLE SCENE.\\nAt the battle of Stone River, while the men were lying\\nbehind a crest, waiting, a brace of frantic wild turkeys, so\\nparalyzed with fright that they were incapable of flying, ran\\nbetweeen the lines, and endeavored to hide among the men.\\nBut the frenzy among the turkeys was not so touching as the\\nexquisite fright of the birds and rabbits. When the roar of\\nbattle rushed through the cedar thickets, flocks of little birds\\nfluttered and circled above the field in a state of utter bewil-\\nderment, and scores of rabbits fled for protection to the men\\nlying down in the line on the left, nestling under their coats,\\nand creeping under their legs in a state of utter distraction.\\nThey hopped over the field like toads, and as perfectly tamed\\nby fright as household pets. Many officers witnessed it,\\nremarking it as one of the most curious spectacles ever seen\\nupon a battle-field.\\n6", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "82\\nTHE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\nTHE PEEILS OF A SCOUT.\\nAmong the scouts sent out during the battles on the\\nPotomac, was Die B., of Ohio. He had seen some perilous\\nand thrilling adventures among the rebels, which cannot be\\nbetter told than in his own words:\\nI was out scouting, with three or four others, when we\\ngot separated, and on turning a bend in the road, I suddenly\\ncame upon a party of rebel cavalry. They commanded me\\nto halt. 1 replied by firing my revolver at the foremost, and\\nthen putting spurs to my horse, galloped away but the\\nrebels were not disposed, so easily, to lose their prey, and\\nthey followed, all of us going at a break-neck pace, and they\\nfiring upon me as they could get near enough. Presently I\\nperceived a pathway in the woods, that laid off from the\\nmain road. Into this path I turned my horse, as I thought\\nthe trees would afford me a better chance tc escape them and\\ntheir bullets. My horse was fleet and used to brush, and I\\ngained on tnem a little. I began to think my chance was\\ntolerable, when I came to a large tree that had blown down\\ndirectly across my path, and when I attempted to leap it, my\\nhorse stumbled and fell, throwing me off, and before I could\\nremount the rebels were upon me.\\nSurrender I shouted a sergeant, surrender, you d d\\nblue-bellied Yankee, or 111 blow your heart out P\\nAnd he pointed his revolver at me, which motion was fol\\nlowed by the rest of the crowd.\\nSee here, old covy, said I, put up your pop-gun, and\\ntake me prisoner if you like but don t murder a fellow in\\nthat barbarous manner.\\nOf course I was a prisoner, and thought it was the better\\npart of valor to fall in and trust to chance and strategy tc", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "JL", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2202", "width": "1770", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "THE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\n83\\nget me out. So I was soon in line, and toted up to the rebel\\ncamp, and brought before the notorious Stonewall. The\\ngeneral eyed me about one minute, and then said\\nWell, sir, they tell me you are a Yankee spy.\\nWhew thought I, this is more than I bargained for but\\nI was determined to put a jolly face on the matter, and I said:\\nYes, general, that s what they say; but you rebels are\\nsuch blamed liars, there s no knowing when to believe what\\nthey say. I thought the Yankees could outlie any other\\nnation, but hang me if you fellows can t beat us.\\nAh, said the general, you don t seem to have a very\\nexalted opinion of your brethren.\\nWhy should I have said I. I ve lost and suffered a\\ngood deal in that same Yankee nation.\\n11 That s strange, said the general. Don t the Union offi-\\ncers treat their soldiers well?\\nThey re like all other officers, said I, good and bad\\namong them but that s not where the shoe pinches. To\\nmake a long story short, although I live in Virginia, I was\\nfavorably disposed to the Union cause, but the beggarly Lin-\\ncolnites wouldn t believe it so they fed their troops on my\\ngranary and cupboard till I was about ruined, and when I\\nwanted pay they told me I was a fool, and said if I was a\\ngood Union man, I ought to be glad to aid the government.\\nOne day one of the officers told me if I would enlist they\\nwould think better of me, and instead of destroying my pro-\\nperty, they would protect it. So the upshot of it was, as my\\nloyalty was doubted, 1 was compelled to enlist to save my\\nproperty.\\nThat s a plausible story, said the general, but not a\\nvery probable one. Why didn t you come into our lines at\\nonce if you wanted protection", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "84\\nTHE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\nThat s just what I was coming at, said I. I was sent\\nout with a scouting party, and so I kept on scouting till I\\ngot within your lines and was taken by your cavalry.\\nTake care, young man, said the general, sternly 1\\nunderstand you attempted to escape.\\nThis was a poser but as I had got under way, I thought\\nI must try and make the ripple. I felt tolerable streaked\\nabout the result, too, but I said, earnestly\\nOf course I did. Who wouldn t, with half a dozen\\nhorses and bullets after him I hadn t time to say surren-\\nder, and besides the officer cursed me. I don t like to be\\ncursed, it s against my principles; and then I was so mighty\\nmad to see such beastly cowards, that I half made up my\\nmind to get away from both sides, and go to Canada.\\nThe general looked at me and then at his staff, and they\\nall smiled, while I looked as sober as a deacon. I had heard\\nthat the general was a pious old fellow, and I thought this\\nwould tickle him.\\nAre you willing, said he, to take the oath of allegiance\\nto the Southern Confederacy, and fight in our cause\\nTo be sure, said I I told you before that I had been\\ntrying to get into your lines. But I don t want to fight for\\nyou if I am not protected in my rights. I want my property\\nrespected.\\nWhere do you live asked he.\\nAt Philippi, said I, and I ve a nice property up there,\\nand I want it to be taken care of.\\nWell, said the general, we re going up that way\\nshortly, and, whether you go with us or not, we will protect\\nyour property. In the meantime I will think of your offer,\\nbut for the present, as the evidence is against you, you will\\nbe placed under guard, for you Yankees are too slippery to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "THE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\n85\\nbe trusted with, too much liberty. Events show that you\\ndon t know how to use it.\\nAfter this I was kept under guard, and was treated, per-\\nhaps, as well as they were, and nothing to brag of at that\\nThe next day there was a great battle. There was much\\ncommotion in the rebel camp and, for fear that I should ba\\nrecaptured, a guard of two was detailed to take me far back\\nto the rear. We could distinctly hear the thundering of the\\ncannon, and we knew that a great battle was commenced. I\\noverheard the guard chuckling at the idea that they were\\nexempt. This put a flea in my ear. I knew they were\\ncowards, and I determined to manage them accordingly. My\\ncanteen had not been taken from me, and, as luck would have\\nit, was half full of tolerable rot-gut. I also had in my\\npocket a large powder of morphine, which the surgeon had\\ngiven me a few days before, to take occasionally this I\\nslipped into the canteen. After this was accomplished, I\\nappeared to take long swigs at the canteen. At last the bait\\ntook the boys got a smell at the whiskey, and one of them,\\nturning to me, said\\nLook here, Yankee, that whiskey smells mighty good.\\nLet us help you drink it, or you ll be so drunk, soon, that\\nwe shall have to carry you.\\nAll right boys, said I, help yourselves.\\nThey did help themselves. The beggarly rebels soon\\nfinished the whiskey, morphine and all.\\nIt tastes mighty bitter, said one. What s in it\\nQuinine, said I. I always put quinine in my whiskey\\nthis time o year.\\nThis satisfied them, and I soon had the satisfaction of see-\\ning my guard tolerably drunk, too drunk to walk, and so\\nthey tumbled down, and they did not get up again soon.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "b6\\nTHE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\nFinding they were getting pretty stupid and sleepy, I shcok\\nthem and said\\nSee here, guard, this is a shame. How do you expect to\\nguard me, drunk as you are\\nYes, guard, muttered one. Your turn now you\\nguard us. Don t leave or by I ll shoot you when\\nwake up.\\nBut hold on, said I, how do you expect me to guard\\nyou when I don t know the password\\nBy vigorous strokes and punches, I so far routed him that\\nhe muttered Eattlesnake\\nI had no doubt but this was the magical a open sesame\\nthat was to give me my liberty. In five miuutes the men\\nwere sound asleep. The place where we were was a deep\\ngulley in the woods, and about a mile distant was the rebel\\ncamp. My purpose was soon fixed. I swapped clothes with\\none, which was considerable trouble, as he was as flimsy as a\\nrag but I succeeded at last in making the exchange, and had\\nthe satisfaction of seeing the drunken rebel nicely buttoned\\nup in Yankee regimentals. Taking his arms I hurried away.\\nWhen I got out through the woods I came into a road, ai\\\\d\\nhad no sooner done so, than I saw a squad of rebel soldiers,\\nHalt I was the word, which I responded to with soldierlj\\nprecision.\\nWhat are you doing here said the lieutenant com-\\nmanding.\\nI told him that two of us were guarding a prisoner, and\\nthat my comrade and the prisoner were both so dead drunk,\\nI could do nothing with them.\\nThat s a h 1 of a story, replied the lieutenant, I\\nbelieve you re some d d Yankee spy. I ve a mind to clip\\nyour head off, on suspicion. And he raised his sword.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\n87\\nLet him prove what lie says by showing us the men,\\nsuggested one of the squad.\\nAt this they all laughed, supposing I was bluffed. But\\nwhen I readily assented to this, they followed me, cautiously,\\nhowever, as I suppose they feared I was leading them into\\nambush. When the lieutenant saw the men one in butter-\\nnut and one in Yankee blue as I had represented, he gave\\neach a hearty kick and said\\nWell, this is a h 1 of a mess. What are you going to\\ndo about it\\nGoing to hunt a wagon and have them carried on,\\nsaid I.\\nThis was satisfactory, and we parted. Finding it would\\nnot do to take the road I skulked around in the woods all\\nday. When night came I took, as I supposed, a route that\\nwould lead me to the Union camp. All night I climbed\\nabout over the hills twice I was hailed by rebel pickets, but\\nrattlesnake carried me safely by. Just at daylight I disco-\\nvered a camp. I could see the tents twinkling through the\\nstrip of woods before me, and I felt certain it was the Federal\\ncamp.\\nWhen I had got about half way through the piece of\\nwoods, I saw something that completely took all the exulta-\\ntion of my delivery out of me. Well, I ve been in many a\\nperilous position. I have had bayonets, bullets and bowies\\nrummaging round in the region of my loyal bosom; but\\nnever, in all my life, was I so astonished and chagrined so\\nutterly taken down. There, in the bottom of a broad, deep\\nravine, not ten steps from me, lay the two drunken guards I\\nLord this was a pretty fix, to be sure. I had accomplished\\na feat equal to the hero of Mother Goose, who went,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "88 THE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\n11 Fourteen miles in fifteen days,\\nAnd never looked behind him.\\nOne of the guard was sitting up, and endeavoring to rouse\\nthe supposed prisoner for he was still too much stupefied to\\nrecognize the cheat. Perceiving me, he sung out\\nSay, Bill, this d d Yankee s too drunk to wake up\\nWhat s to be done with him Have we been here all night\\nLord, what ll the old general say Come over here.\\nNo, said I, feigning his comrade s voice. We ve been\\ndrunk here all night, and I m going to report before he\\nwakes up, or they ll have us in the guard house. You stay\\nand watch him, while I go.\\nNo, let s wake the devilish lubber up, and take him\\nwhere we re going to. But blame me if I know where that\\nis. Don t go.\\nBut I will, said I and, hurrying away, I was soon out\\noi sight. This day I hid myself in a hollow tree, and, when\\nnight came, I took a good look at the stars, and, getting my\\nbearings, started again for the Union camp. I several times\\ncame upon the rebel pickets, but the Eattlesnake snaked\\nme along without any trouble all but one, the last one I\\ncame to. He was a sprightly little fellow, and appeared to\\nbe determined that I should go with him to headquarters.\\nI offered every excuse I could think of, but it was of no\\navail, so I at last agreed to go, and we started. I went with\\nhim about half a mile, and during this time, I engaged him\\nin conversation about the affairs of the war, playing the rebel,\\nof course, and talking in a jolly way, till, rinding him a little\\nunguarded, I sprang upon him and took him down, and\\nbefore he knew what was the matter he was unarmed.\\nNow, you beggarly whelp, said I, as I snatched his gun\\nand sprang away from him, about face, and put, or I ll\\nsho^- vou in a minute.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE PERILS OF A SCOUT.\\n89\\nThe fellow was scared, sure, and lost no time in getting\\ncrat of my sight. It was now beginning to grow light, and I\\nfound myself on the banks of the Potomac, with the Federal\\ncamp far in the distance. As there was no other mode of\\nconveyance, I was forced to swim the river, which was no\\neasy job, considering I had two muskets to carry. However,\\nI got safely over, and was just climbing the bank, when a\\nmusket was leveled at me, and a clear voice rung out\\nStand who goes there\\nThis I knew was a Union picket so I told him I had been\\ntaken prisoner, and had escaped had been two days with-\\nout eating and I wanted him to let me go, or take me at\\nonce into camp, where I could get something to eat, and some\\ndry clothes. I had no doubt but he believed this, and would\\nimmediately comply but the answer was an ominous click\\nof the trigger.\\nI believe you re a real butternut rebel, said the picket,\\nand I ve a notion to give you a pop, any how.\\nBut I ain t, said I.\\nWhat are you doing with them butternut regimentals on\\nthen, and them two muskets said he.\\nI saw my fix, and hungering, dripping and shivering as I\\nwas, I stood there before that grinning musket till I had told\\nthe whole story. Finally, upon my giving him the names of\\nour colonel and captain, and mentioning several other matters\\nfamiliar to him, he was satisfied; for he belonged to the same\\nregiment that I did.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "90 ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH RHODE ISLAND.\\nMOST THAR.\\nDuring the march of McClellan s army up the Peninsula,\\nfrom Yorktown, a tall Vermont soldier got separated from his\\nregiment, and was trudging along through the mud, endeavor-\\ning to overtake it. Finally, coming to a crossing, he was\\npuzzled as to which road he should take but on seeing one\\nof the natives, his countenance lighted up at the prospect\\nof obtaining the desired information, and he inquired,\\nWhere does this road lead to To hell I was the surly\\nanswer of the native. Well, drawled the Yermonter,\\njudging by the lay of the land, and the appearance of the\\ninhabitants, I kalkerlate I m most thar.\\nTHE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH RHODE ISLAND.\\nOne of the Rhode Island boys out on picket near York-\\ntown, Ya. found himself in close proximity to one of the\\nenemy s pickets, and after exchanging a few shots without\\navailing any thing, they mutually agreed to cease and go to\\ndinner. What regiment do you belong to asked our\\ninquisitive Yankee friend of his neighbor. The seventeenth\\nGeorgia, was the response; and what regiment do you\\nbelong to asked Secesh. The one hundred and fifth Rhode\\nIsland, answered our Yankee friend. Secesh gave a long\\nlow whistle, and evaporated.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "GEN. BUTLER S RECRUITING OPERATIONS. 91\\nGENERAL BUTLER S ACCOUNT OF HIS RECRUIT-\\nING OPERATIONS IN LOUISIANA.\\nExtracted from his testimony before the Committee\\non the Conduct of the War.\\nI issued an order that any Confederate soldier who\\nchose to desert and leave the rebel army, might come into\\nNew Orleans and register his name.\\nThere had come into New Orleans, up to this time, some-\\nthing over six thousand men, who had been soldiers in the\\nrebel army, and registered themselves as paroled prisoners;\\nso that I had in New Orleans nearly twice as many men who\\nhad been soldiers in the Confederate army as I had of Union\\nsoldiers.\\nI had asked for leave, which had been granted, to recruit\\nmy regiments. I recruited in Louisiana all my old regiments\\nup to the full standard raised two new white regiments, and\\nfour companies of cavalry all of men living in Louisiana.\\nThey fought bravely at Baton Rouge. Out of four hundred\\nand sixty men of the fourteenth Maine, who were in line, two\\nhundred of them were recruits from Louisiana. They, of\\ncourse, were healthy men, not having suffered the troubles\\neither of Camp Parapet or Yicksburg.\\nI ordered eight dollars a month to be paid out of the pro-\\nvost fund to the widows and mothers of quite a number of\\nLouisiana soldiers that were killed under our flag, because I\\nknew it would take a long, time to get it from Washington,\\nand I wanted to encourage others to enlist. The provost\\nfund was made up of fines and forfeitures, sales of confiscated\\nproperty, and two dollars charged for each pass, etc.\\na I asked for liberty to raise five thousand native Louisiani-\\nans, and raised nearly that number, including recruits in the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "92 GEN BUTLER RECRUITING OPERATIONS.\\nold regiments. White recruiting began then to fall off, be-\\ncause of the high wages beginning to be paid for white labor\\non the plantations, in order to save the sugar crop where the\\nnegroes had left.\\nI had written to Washington for reinforcements, but they\\nreplied that they could not give me any, though they wrote\\nthat I must hold New Orleans at l11 hazards. I determined\\nto do that, if for no other reason, because the rebels had\\noffered a reward for my head, and it would have been rather\\ninconvenient to me to have lost it.\\nUpon examining the records, I found that Governor\\nMoore, of Louisiana, had raised a regiment of free colored\\npeople, and organized and officered it; and I found one of\\nhis commissions. I sent for a colored man, as an officer of\\nthat regiment, and got some fifteen or sixteen of the officers\\ntogether black, and mulatto, light and dark colored and\\nasked them what they meant by being organized under the\\nEebels.\\nThey said they had been ordered out, and could not\\nrefuse but that the Rebels had never trusted them with\\narms. They had been drilled in company drill. I asked\\nthem if that organization could be resuscitated, provided they\\nwere supplied with arms. They said that it could. Very\\nwell, I said, then I will resuscitate that regiment of Louisiana\\nmilitia.\\nI, therefore, issued an order, stating the precedent fur-\\nnished by Governor Moore, and in a week from that time. I\\nhad in that regiment a thousand men, reasonably drilled, and\\nwell-disciplined better disciplined than any other regiment\\nI had there, because the blacks had always been t vight to do\\nas they were told. It was composed altogether of freemen\\nmade free uDder some law.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "GEN. BUTLER S RECRUITING OPERATIONS. 93\\nThere was a very large French and English population\\nin Louisiana. I ascertained that neither French nor English\\nlaw permitted French or English subjects to hold slaves in a\\nforeign country. According to the French law, any French\\ncitizen holding slaves in a foreign country, forfeits his citizen-\\nship. According to the British law, any Englishman holding\\nslaves in a foreign country, forfeits one hundred pounds.\\nI, thereupon, issued an order, that every person should\\nregister himself; the loyal as loyal; French subjects as\\nFrench subjects English subjects, as English subjects, etc.,\\nunder their own hands, so that there could be no mistake in\\nthe books of the Provost Marshal. That was accordingly done.\\nI then said to those who claimed to be French and English\\nsubjects According to the law of the country to which you\\nclaim, by this register, to owe allegiance, all the negroes\\nclaimed by you as slaves are free, and being free, I may enlist\\nas many of them as I please. And I accordingly enlisted one\\nregiment and part of another, from men in that condition.\\nWe had a great many difficulties about it. But the\\nEnglish consul came fairly up to the mark, and decided that\\nthe negroes claimed as slaves by those who had registered\\nthemselves as British subjects, were free so that I nevei\\nenlisted a slave. Indeed, it was a general order, that no\\nslave should be enlisted.\\nI sent an expedition under General Weitzel to Donaldson-\\nville, and swept down through that country to Berwick Bay\\ndrove out the enemy, who were there in considerable force,\\nand brought the whole of that region, from one end to the\\n(rther, within the Union lines.\\nIn taking possession of that district, which had Deretofore", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "94\\nZAGONYl S CHARGE.\\nbeen in possession of the enemy, we obtained possession of\\na region of country containing more sugar plantations, and\\nmore slaves, than any other portion of Louisiana. Some fif-\\nteen thousand, perhaps twenty thousand slaves came, by that\\none expedition, under our control and, as Congress had\\npassed a law declaring that all slaves held by rebels, in re-\\ngions that afterward should come into our possession, should\\nbe free, all those slaves became free.\\nI enlisted a third regiment, and two batteries of heavy\\nartillery, from among those negroes thus made free. Two of\\nthese colored regiments were employed in guarding the Ope\\nlousas railroad, running from Algiers to Berwick Bay, and\\nwhen I left there they were still thus employed.\\nI turned over to my successors, of soldiers, seventeen\\nthousand eight hundred, including the black regiments,\\nthough I had but thirteen thousand seven hundred to start on.\\nZAGONYl S CHARGE.\\nBold captain of the body-guard,\\nI ll troll a stave to thee\\nMy voice is somewhat harsh and hard,\\nAnd rough my minstrelsy.\\nI ve cheered until my throat is sore\\nFor how our boys at Beaufort bore,\\nYet here s a cheer for thee\\nI hear thy jingling spurs and reins,\\nThy sabre at thy knee\\nThe blood runs lighter through my veins,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A PRACTICAL JOKE ON A TEAMSTER.\\n95\\nAs I before rne see\\nThy hundred men, with thrusts and blows,\\nRide down a thousand stubborn foes,\\nThe foremost led by thee.\\nWith pistol snap, and rifle crack\\nMere salvos fired to honor thee\\nYe plunge, and stamp, and shoot, and hack,\\nThe way your swords made free\\nThen back again, the path is wide\\nThis time. Ye gods it was a ride,\\nThe ride they took with thee\\nNo guardsman of the whole command,\\nHalts, quails, or turns to flee\\nWith bloody spur and steady hand,\\nThey gallop where they see\\nThy leading plume stream out ahead,\\nO er flying, wounded, dying, dead\\nThey can but follow thee.\\nSo, captain of the body-guard,\\nI pledge a health to thee\\nI hope to see thy shoulders starred,\\nMy Paladin and we\\nShall laugh at fortune in the fray,\\nWhene er you lead your well-known way\\nTo death or victory.\\nA PRACTICAL JOKE ON A TEAMSTER.\\nOur boys are furious for practical jokes, and are con-\\nstantly on the watch for subjects. One was recently found", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "96\\nA PRACTICAL JOKE ON A TEAMSTER.\\nin the person of a new teamster, who had the charge of six\\nlarge shaggy mules. John was the proprietor of two bottles\\nof old Bourbon a contraband in camp which a wag disco-\\nvered, and resolved to possess. Being aware that the driver 9\\npresence was an impediment to the theft, he hit upon the\\nfollowing plan to get rid of him\\nApproaching the driver, who was busy currying hit\\nmules, he accosted him with I say, old fellow, what are\\nyou doing there?\\nCan t you see replied John, gruffly.\\nCertainly, responded wag, but that is not your busi-\\nness. It is after tattoo, and there is a fellow hired here, by\\nthe general, who curries all the mules and horses brought\\nin after tattoo.\\nThe mule driver bit at once, and desired to know where\\nthe hair-dresser kept himself. Whereupon he was directed\\nto Greneral Nelson s tent, with the assurance that there was\\nwhere the fellow hung outV\\nYou can t mistake the man, said wag; he is a large\\nfellow, and puts on a thundering sight of airs for a man in\\nhis business. He will probably refuse to do it, and tell you\\nto go to the devil but don t mind that, he has been drink-\\ning to-day. Make him come out sure.\\nJohn posted off, and entering the tent where our Napoleon\\nof the 4th division sat in deep reverie, probably considering\\nthe most expeditions method of expelling the rebel Buck-\\nner from his native State, slapped him on the back with\\nforce sufficient to annihilate a man of ordinary size. Spring-\\ning to his feet, the general accosted his uninvited guest\\nwith Well, sir, who are you, and what the devil do yov\\nwant\\nOld hoss, I ve got a job for you now six mules to h", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "ENLISTING NEGROES.\\n97\\ncurried, and right off, too, said the captain o mules, nothing\\ndaunted at the flashing eye of the general.\\nDo you know whom you are addressing, sir asked the\\nindignant commander.\\nYes, said John, elevating his voice to a pitch which\\nrendered the words audible a square off you are the fel-\\nlow hired by Uncle Sam to clean mules, and I won t have\\nany foolishness. Clean them mules and I ll give you a drink\\nof busthead.\\nYou infernal villain! exclaimed the general, now per-\\nfectly furious, I am General Nelson, commander of this\\ndivision\\nJohn placed the thumb of his right hand against his nose,\\nand extending his fingers, waved them slowly, in a manner\\nsupposed by some to be indicative of great wisdom. The\\ngeneral s sword leaped from its scabbard and John from the\\ntent just in time to save his head.\\nOur boys drank the big mule driver s health in the\\nBourbon, the story soon got out, and became the popular\\njoke of the season.\\nENLISTING- NEGKOES.\\nThe following matter of fact occurred at Nashville, as\\nstated by the Nashville, Union:\\nA slaveholder from the country approached an old ac-\\nquaintance, also a slaveholder, residing in the city, and said\\nI have several negro men lurking about here, somewhere.\\nI wish you would look out for them, and when you find them\\ndo with them as if they were your own.\\n7", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "98\\nCASH PAYMENTS.\\nCertainly 1 will, replied his friend.\\nA few days after the parties met again, and the planter\\nasked, Have yon found my slaves\\nI have.\\nAnd where are they\\nWell, yon told me to do with them as if they were my\\nown, and as I made my men enlist in the Union army, I did\\nthe same with yours.\\nThe astounded planter absquatulated.\\nCASH PAYMENTS.\\nSlick was known as a case in Company I, and was\\nfamiliarly called by the soubriquet in question, when the army\\nwas at Murfreeboro.\\nSlick was passing General Johnson s headquarters one\\nday, and without any ceremony fired his gun almost in the\\nface of the general himself.\\nWhat? says the general; do you not know the\\npenalty of firing your gun without orders to do so\\nWhy, no, sir says Slick, very innocently.\\nWell, replied the general, I will tell you. It is the\\nloss of a month s pay.\\nYou don t say so says Slick, and very coolly puts his\\nhand in his pocket, and draws therefrom an old greasy wallet,\\nopens it and offers the general thirteen dollars in greenbacks,\\nsaying, a Well, general, I guess I am- able to stand the pres\\nsure\\nIt is needless to say that the general discontinued the\\nconversation immediately. Slick was not fined.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "BATTLE-HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. 99\\nUATTLE-HYMN OF THE EEPTJBLIO.\\nBY MRS. JTJLTA WARD HOWE.\\neyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord\\nHe is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are\\nstored\\nHe hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword\\nHis truth is marching on.\\n1 have seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps\\nThey have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps\\nI have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring\\nlamps\\nHis day is marching on.\\nI have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel\\nAs ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall\\ndeal\\nLet the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,\\nSince God is marching on. 1\\nHe h.ith sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat\\nHe is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat\\nOh I be swift, my soul, to answer him be jubilant, my feet\\nOur God is marching on.\\nTn the beaaty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,\\nWith a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me\\n4s He die to make mer holy, let us die to make men free,\\nWhile God is marching on.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "1 00 AN ADVENTURE OF GENERAL HOWARD.\\nAN ADVENTURE OF GENEEAL HOWAKD.\\nAn unrecorded incident of the midnight fight between\\nHooker s and Longstreet s forces, in Lookout Valley, on the\\nnight of the 30th of October, 1863, is related by C. D.\\nBrigham, correspondent of the New York Tribune, as fol-\\nlows\\nA short time subsequent to this magnificent charge on\\nthe enemy in their breastworks, by General Geary s brigade,\\nGeneral Howard, taking with him a small escort of calvary,\\nstarted for that part of the field where General Geary waa\\nsupposed to be. He had not gone far when he came up\\nwith a body of infantry. What cavalry is that V was the\\nhail. All right, responded General Howard, at the same\\ntime calling out, 1 What men are these Longstreet s, was\\nthe reply. All right come here, said General Howard.\\nThe men approached. Have we whipped those fellows\\nasked the general, in a manner to keep up the deception.\\n4 No, d n them, they were too much for us, and drove\\nus from our rifle-pits, like devils. We re whipped ourselves.\\nBy this time the rebels had gathered nearer. Lay down\\nyour arms demanded General H. in a stern voice. The\\nmen surrendered.\\nTaking his prisoners in charge, General H. proceeded on\\nhis way. He had not gone far, before another party of rebel\\ninfantry called out, What cavalry is that? All right, was\\nthe response, again, of General Howard, as he proceeded.\\nOn approaching the position occupied by Geary, that officer\\nhad observed the advancing horsemen and infantry, as he\\nsupposed the prisoners to be, and taking them to be rebels,\\nbe had ordered his guns to be loaded with canister, and in a\\nmoment more would have given the intrepid Howard and\\nlittle force the benefit of it.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "THE ASSAULT.\\n101\\nBut the general, who had successfully deceived the en\\nemy, found a way to make himself known to his friends, and\\nso escaped a reception of that kind.\\nTHE ASSAULT.\\nThe sun of Saturday rose bright and clear, and more than\\none asked if it were an omen for us, or for the foe. The\\nmorning passed as did the day before but about noon, word\\ncame up that far down on our right the rebels had attempted\\nto cut their way out. They were driven back, but the fight\\nwas bloody, and it was said we had lost five hundred men.\\nWe were warned to be watchful it was thought they might\\nre-attempt it near us. I have said we were in front of a large\\nglen or ravine on our right were numerous regiments,\\nmaking a chain which stretched to the river. On our left\\nwas the second Iowa. This was all that I had seen of our\\nposition, and, consequently, is all that I shall describe now,\\ninasmuch as I am giving it to you precisely as it appeared to\\nme. Soon a mounted orderly rode by, who told us that a\\nlarge body of rebels were moving up opposite us. Our men\\nwere called together, and stood near their stacked arms. A\\nlittle while and General Smith and his staff came up they\\npassed by in front of us, but said nothing. At the same time\\nthe sharpshooters along the glen were unusually active, and\\nthere were repeated shots by them. We thought they saw\\nthe rebels mustering behind the breastworks. Every thing\\nseemed to indicate a sally from the rebels, and that we were\\nto drive them back as they had been driven back in the\\nmorning. The men took their arms, officers loosened their", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "102\\nTHE ASSAULT.\\npistol holsters. I hooked up my cavalry sabre, unbuttoned\\nmy great coat so that I could quickly throw it off, and took\\nmy place beside the lieutenant-colonel with whom I was to\\nact. Then there came a painful, unpleasant pause; we heard\\nnothing saw nothing yet knew that something. was com-\\ning what that something was no one could tell. A messen-\\nger came from the general we were to move to the left and\\nsupport the second Iowa. We supposed the rebels were\\ncrossing a little higher up, and that the gap between us and\\nthe second was to be closed. The colonel gave the order\\nleft face, forward march, and the regiment passed along\\nthrough the thick trees in a column of two abreast. But the\\nsecond were not where they had been in the morning we\\nmarched on, but did not come to them. In a few moment?\\nwe passed their camp fires a few more, and we emerged on\\nan open field.\\nAt a glance, the real object of the movement was appa\\nrent. It came upon us in an instant, like the lifting of a\\ncurtain. The fourteenth were hurrying down through the\\nfield. The second, in a long line, were struggling up the\\nopposite hill, where two glens met and formed a ridge. It\\nwas high and steep, slippery with mud and melted snow.\\nAt the top, the breastworks of the rebels flashed and smoked,\\nwhilst to tne right and left, up either glen, cannon were thun-\\ndering. The attempt seemed desperate. Down through the\\nfield we went, and began to climb the hill. At the very foot\\nI found we were in the line of fire. Eifle balls hissed over\\nus, and bleeding men lay upon the ground, or were dragging\\nthemselves down the hill. From the foot to the breastworks\\nthe second Iowa left a long line of dead and wounded upon\\nthe ground. The sight of these was the most appalling part\\nof the scene, and, for a moment, completely diverted my", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "THE ASSAULT.\\n103\\nattention from the firing. A third of the way up we came\\nunder fire of the batteries. The shot, and more especially\\nthe shell, came with the rushing, clashing of a locomotive on\\na railroad. You heard the boom of the cannon up the ravine\\nthen the sound of the shell and then felt it rushing at you.\\nAt the top of the hill the firearms sounded like bundles of\\nimmense powder crackers. They would go r-r-r-r-rap then\\ncame the scattered shots, rap, rap rap-rap, rap then some\\nmore fired together, rrrrrrap. This resemblance was so strik-\\ning that it impressed me at the moment.\\nThe bursting of the shells produced much less effect\\napparent effect, I mean than I anticipated. Their explo-\\nsion, too, was much like a large powder cracker thrown in\\nthe air. There was a loud bang fragments flew about, and\\nall was over. It was so quickly done, that you had no time\\nto anticipate or think you were killed or you were safe,\\nand it was over. But the most dispiriting thing was that we\\nsaw no enemy. The batteries were out of sight, and at the\\nbreastworks nothing could be seen but fire and smoke. It\\nseemed as though we were attacking some invisible power,\\nand that it was a simple question of time whether we could\\nclimb that slippery steep before we were all shot or not.\\nBut suddenly the firing at the summit ceased. The second\\nIowa had charged the works, and driven out the regiments\\nwhich held them. Then came the fire, of the second upon\\nour flying foes, and then loud shouts along the line, Hur-\\nrah, hurrah, the second are in hurry up, boys, and support\\nthem close up forward forward. We reached the top\\nand scrambled over the breastwork. I saw a second hill\\nrising gradually before us, and on the top of it a second\\nbreastwork between us and it about four hundred yards of\\nbroken ground. A second fire opened upon us from these", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "104\\nTHE ASSAULT.\\ninner works. We were ordered back, and, recrossing thoso\\nwe Lad taken, lay down upon the outer side of the em-\\nbankment.\\nThe breastwork that had sheltered the enemy now shel-\\ntered us. It was about six feet high on our side, and the\\nmen laid close against it. Occasionally a hat was pushed uj\\nabove it, and then a rifle ball would come whistling oyer us\\nfrom the second intrenchment. The batteries also continued\\nto fire, but the shot passed lower down the hill, and did little\\nexecution. Having no specific duty to discharge, I turned,\\nas soon as our troops reached the breastworks, and gave my\\naid to the wounded.\\nA singular fact for which I could not account was, that\\nthose near the foot of the hill were struck in the legs higher\\nup the shots had gone through the body, and near the breast-\\nworks through the head. Indeed, at the top of the hill I\\nnoticed no wounded all who lay upon the ground there were\\ndead. A little house in the field was used as a hospital. I\\ntore my handkerchief into strips, and tied them round the\\nwounds which were bleeding badly, and made the men hold\\nsnow upon them. I then took a poor fellow in my arms to\\ncarry to the little house. Throw down your gun, I said,\\nyou are too weak to carry it. No, no, he replied, I will\\nhold on to it as long as I am alive. The house happened to\\nbe in the exact line* of one of the batteries, and as we ap-\\nproached it, the shot flew over our path. Fortunately, the\\nhouse was below the range, but one came so low as to knock\\noff a shingle from the gable end. For a few minutes we\\nthought they were firing on the wounded. We had no red\\nflag to display but I found a man with a red handkerchief,\\nand tied it to a stick, and sent him on the roof with it.\\nWithin the house there were but three surgeons at this time.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE ASSAULT.\\n105\\nOne of them asked me to take his horse and ride for the\\ninstruments, ambulances, and assistants for no preparations\\nhad been made. It was then I passed Major Chipman car-\\nried by his soldiers.\\nWhen I returned, the ambulances were busy at their\\nwork; numerous couples of soldiers were supporting off\\nwounded friends, and occasionally came four, carrying one in\\na blanket. The wounded men generally showed the greatest\\nheroism. They hardly ever alluded to themselves, but\\nshouted to the artillery that we met to hurry forward, and\\ntold stragglers that we had carried the day. One poor boy\\ncarried in the arms of two soldiers, had his foot knocked off\\nby a shell it dangled horribly from his limb by a piece of\\nskin, and the bleeding stump was uncovered. I stopped to\\ntell the men to tie his stocking round the limb, and to put\\nsnow upon the wound. Never mind the foot, captain, said\\nhe, we drove the rebels out, and have got their trench, that s\\nthe most I care about. Yet I confess the sights and sounds\\nwere not as distressing as I anticipated. The small round\\nbullet holes, though they might be mortal, looked no larger\\nthan a surgeon s lancet might have made. Only once did I\\nhear distressing groans. A poor wretch, in an ambulance,\\nshrieked whenever the wheels struck a stump. There was\\nno help for it. The road was through the wood, the driver\\ncould only avoid the trees, and drive on regardless of his\\nagony.\\nYou will, perhaps, ask how I felt in the fight. There was\\nnothing upon which I had had so much curiosity as to what\\nmy feelings would be. Much to my surprise I found myself\\nunpleasantly cool. I did not get excited, and felt a great\\nwant of something to do. I thought if I only had something\\nmy o^n company to lead on, or somebody to order, I should", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "106\\nTHE ASSAULT.\\nhave much less to think about. There seemed such a cer-\\ntainty of being hit, that I felt certain I should be, and after\\na few minutes had a vague sort of a wish that it would come,\\nif it were coming, and be over with. The alarming effect of\\nthe bullets and shells was less than I supposed it would be,\\nand my strongest sensations of danger were produced by the\\nsight of the dead and wounded. The thing I was most afraid\\nof was a panic among our men, and when the seventh Illi-\\nnois was ordered to fall back down the hill, I so much feared\\nthat the men might deem it a retreat, that I entirely forgot\\nthe firing, and walked down in front of them, talking to their\\nmajor, so that any frightened man in the ranks might be re\\nassured by our matter of course air. Take it altogether, I\\nthink I felt and acted pretty much as I do in any unusual\\nand exciting affair. I know I found myself looking for an\\nillustration of the effect of the shells, and wondering if there\\nwas no greater and grander illustration of the musketry than\\na bunch of powder crackers. I remember that I did little\\nthings from habit, as usual when I threw off my overcoat,\\nfor example, I took a pipe, which a friend had given me.\\nfrom my pocket, lest it should be lost and I remember that I\\nonce corrected my grammar, when I inadvertently adopted the\\nwestern style of telling the men to lay down, and as I did so, I\\nthought that one or two people, at North Moore street, would\\nhave been very apt to laugh, if they had heard it. Yet for\\nall this, I was by no means unconscious of danger. Some\\nofficers seemed utterly indifferent to it. Thus, in the fight of\\nThursday, Colonel Shaw, of the fourteenth, after ordering hia\\nmen to lie down, not only remained on horseback, but crossed\\nhis legs over the pommel of the saddle, sitting sideways to be\\nmore comfortable. The sharpshooters of bhe enemy concen\\ntrated their fire on him, he being the only person visible. A a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "THE ASSAULT.\\n107\\nthe bullets thickened about him, the colonel said, indignantly,\\nthose rascals are firing at me, I shall have to move, and he\\nthrew his leg back, and walked his horse down to the other\\nend of the line.\\nOar men lay in the trench all night, exposed to the western\\nwind, which blew keenly round the summit of the hill a\\nlarge force of the enemy, within a few yards, able to rush\\nupon them at any moment.\\nI had gone back just after dark, with the adjutant, who had\\nbeen hurt by the explosion of a shell, and my return with\\nhim saved me this. When morning came, we went back.\\nAs we reached the foot of the hill, we were told that a white\\nflag had been displayed, and an officer had gone into the fort,\\nbut that the time was nearly up and the attack was now to\\nbe renewed. We hurried on, expecting in a few moments to\\nbe in a second assault. We had nearly reached the trenches,\\nwhen the men sprang from the ditch to the top of the breast-\\nwork, waving the colors and giving wild hurrahs. The fort\\nhad surrendered.\\nThere was a load lifted off my mind, and I stopped to look\\naround. The first glance fell on the blue coats scattered\\nthrough the felled trees and stumps. The march of our\\ntroops up the hill had been somewhat in the form of a broom.\\nUntil near the top they had been in column, leaving a long,\\nnarrow line like the handle, and, as they rushed at the breast-\\nwork, they had spread out like the broom. This ground\\nwas plainly marked by the dead. Now that my attention\\nwas given, I was surprised to find how many were strewn\\nupon the narrow strip. Here was one close to me about\\nthe width of a class-room beyond was another; a little\\nfurther on two had fallen, side by side. In a little triangle\\nI counted eighteen bodies, and many I knew had been carried", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "108\\nTHE ASSAULT.\\noff during the night. Still the scene was not so painful as\\nthe dead-room of the hospital at St. Louis. The attitudes\\nwere peaceful. The arms were in all but one case thrown\\nnaturally over the breast, as in sleep and no face gave any\\nindication of a painful death. I passed on and entered the\\nbreastwork. It was about the height of a man. On top was\\na large log, and between the log and the earthwork a narrow\\nslip. Through this they had fired on us. The log had hid-\\nden their heads, so that, while we were in plain view, they\\nwere to us an invisible foe. Immediately within were six\\nmore bodies of the second Iowa, and one in simple home-\\nspun. He was the only one of the enemy upon the ground.\\nThe soldiers, gathering around him, looked, as I did myself,\\nwith some curiosity upon one who had thus met the punish-\\nment of his treason. He had been shot through the back of\\nthe head while running, and his face expressed only wonder-\\nment and fright. It showed him a country-bred youth,\\nilliterate, uncultivated a contrast to the still intelligent\\nfaces that lay around him.\\nMeanwhile our troops were forming along the hill to take\\npossession of the fort. All voices declared that the second\\nIowa should lead. As it moved past the other regiments to\\nthe head of the column, the men cheered them, and the\\nofficers uncovered; but they seemed sad and wearied. I\\nlooked along their line, and found of the officers I knew\\nhardly one was there.\\nIt was a beautiful sight to see regiment after regiment\\nmount the second breastwork, and watch them successively\\nhalt and cheer, and wave their colors as they crossed. I\\npushed on, scrambled over it, and found myself in the midst\\nof five hundred of the prisoners. They were strange figures,\\nin white blanket or carpet coats, having the same unintelli-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE ASSAULT.\\n109\\ngent faces as the one who had been killed outside. I scared\\nat them, and they at me. They looked crestfallen and con-\\nfused, but showed little feeling and during the day I saw\\nbut few faces of common soldiers that awakened any pity.\\nThey, poor fellows, sat sadly looking at the scene. To one\\nof them I spoke. He said he had done nothing to bring on\\nthe war he had been for the Union, and had only enlisted a\\nmonth before to avoid being impressed. His family lived,\\nor had lived (he did not know where they were now), within\\na mile, and he would give a great, great deal to see them for\\nonly a minute. Will your officers let me write to tell them\\nI am alive To be sure they will. And will we be\\nfurnished with food Yes, the same as our own soldiers.\\nlx Most of our men expected, if we surrendered uncondition-\\nally, that you would kill us. You see we have not done\\nso. JSTo, they have treated us very kindly we have been\\ndeceived. Such was the tenor of our conversation. I may\\nhere say that our men behaved admirably and I did not\\nhear of a single indignity being offered to any of our prison-\\ners. A few sentinels were placed around a regiment of\\nprisoners, and, so far as appearances went, half of them might\\nhave escaped. But the woods around the fort contained\\nregiments of our troops, and they knew the attempt would\\nbe hopeless. We were assigned the quarters of the fiftieth\\nTennessee, and I slept in what had been the colonel s. It\\nwas a nice little house of oak blocks, laid up so that the\\nwood and bark alternated, giving a very pretty tesselated\\nappearance. They had all sorts of comforts, which we had\\nnever even hoped for at Camp Benton and while we sup-\\nposed they had been roughing it, found we had been rough-\\ning it ourselves.\\nWe invited the colonel and some of his officers to spend", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "110\\nTHE ASSAULT.\\nthe night with us. I confess they behaved with dignity.\\nThey made no complaints, and submitted with quiet resigna-\\ntion to their changed circumstances but they were Tennes-\\nseans, and though they made no professions in words,\\nconvinced us that they had been Union men at heart, and\\nwished the Union back again. One of us remarked, that if\\nthose who had been released heretofore had not abused it,\\nand violated their pledges and oaths, the prisoners at Fort\\nDonaldson would probably be released in the same way.\\nThe lieutenant-colonel said he wished it could be so he\\nwas confident none of his men would be thus guilty. But,\\nhe added, U I don t blame the government for sending us\\nnorth I acknowledge that I am a rebel taken in arms, and\\nit is fully justified in treating me accordingly.\\nIt was a novelty indeed, thus spending the evening with\\nour late opponents. We made no allusions that could hurt\\ntheir feelings, but talked over the events of the siege until a\\nlate hour. They told us the surrender was a thunder-clap to\\nall. The men, and most of the officers, had not seen how\\ncompletely they were surrounded, and had been made to\\nbelieve that they were successful. The evening before they\\nwere told this, and in the morning it was announced that\\ntheir generals had run away, and they were prisoners of\\nwar.\\nI now began to look about me and feel a little of the con-\\nfusion that follows a battle. My trunk had been left on the\\nsteamer, and the steamer had moved my blankets had been\\nleft in a hospital tent, and the hospital tent had disappeared\\nmy regiment was fourteen miles off, at Fort Henry the bis-\\ncuit and coffee on which we had lived were gone, and pro-\\nvisions had not followed us into the fort. I procured a\\ncaptured horse, and the next morning started at daylight for", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "grant s unselfishness.\\nIll\\nPort Henry. As 1 passed a regiment in the woods, the com\\nmissary was dealing out a biscuit and a handfu I of sugar to\\neach man for breakfast. He good naturedly said he would\\ngive me my share. After a long ride, I found my men camped\\nin some woods, all well, and bitterly disappointed at not\\nhaving been at Fort Donelson.\\nGKAXT S UNSELFISHNESS\\nIn the first action in which Grant commanded, his troops\\nat first gained a slight advantage over the Confederates.\\nThey began to plunder the Confederate camp, in spite of all\\nthat Grant could do to stop them. At last, Grant, who knew\\nthat Confederate reinforcements were coming up, got some\\nof his friends to set fire to the camp so as to stop the plun-\\ndering. Then he got his troops together as well as he could,\\nand retreated but, in the mean time, the Confederate rein-\\nforcements came up, attacked Grant, and defeated him.\\nThere were five colonels under Grant, who had not by any\\nmeans supported him efficiently in his attempts to stop the\\nplundering and collect his troops. Mr. Osborn saw Grant a\\nday or two afterwards, when he expected to be deprived of\\nhis command on account of the defeat. He said\\nM Why do you not report these colonels They are the\\nmen to blame for not carrying out your orders.\\nWhy, said Grant, these officers had never before been\\nunder fire they did not know how serious an affair it was\\nthey have had a lesson which they will not forget. I will\\nanswer for it they will never make the same mistake again.\\nI can see by the way they behaved in the subsequent action,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "112\\nA CAYALRY CHARGE.\\nthat they are of the right stuff, and it is better that I should\\nlose my command, if that must be, than the country should\\nlose the services of five such officers when good men are\\nscarce.\\nGrant did not lose his command, and three out of the five\\nofficers subsequently greatly distinguished themselves.\\nA CAYALRY CHARGE.\\nThe charge of Fremont s Body Guard and the Prairie\\nScouts of Major Frank White, upon the rebel garrison in\\nSpringfield, Missouri, under the leadership of Major Charles\\nZagonyi, is justly regarded as one of the most daring and\\ngallant achievements of the war.\\nCharles Zagonyi was a Hungarian refugee who, like so\\nmany of his countrymen, had fled to this country after the\\nsuppression of the revolution in his native country by the\\niron hand of the Russian Czar. His daring character brought\\nthe young officer to the notice of the invincible General Bern,\\nby whom he was placed in command of a troop of picked\\ncavalry for extraordinary service. His story, after that hour,\\nup to the date of his capture by the enemy, was one of un-\\nparalleled daring. His last act was to charge upon a heavy\\nartillery force. Over one half of his men were killed and\\nthe rest made prisoners, but not until after the enemy had\\nsuffered terribly. He was then confined in an Austrian dun-\\ngeon, and finally released, at the end of two years, to go into\\nexile in America.\\nFremont drew around him a large number of such refugees\\nfrom European tyranny, and found in them men of great", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "A CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n113\\nvalue, in all departments of the service. Zagonyi enlisted\\nthree hundred carefully chosen men, who, as a Body Guard,\\nserved as pioneers and scouts in Fremont s advance. The\\nexploit at Springfield was only one of many similar services\\nfor which they were designated by Fremont but, the suspen-\\nsion of his command in Missouri broke up the Guard, and\\nZagonyi withdrew from the service until his leader should\\nagain be given a command.\\nThe Gnard was mounted, and was armed with German\\nsabres and revolvers the first company only having car-\\nbines. The horses were all bay in color, and were chosen\\nwith special reference to speed and endurance.\\nThe expedition to Springfield was planned, as it afterward\\nappeared, upon false information. Instead of Springfield\\nbeing held by a small force, it was in possession of twelve\\nhundred infantry and four hundred cavalry. Major Frank\\nWhite had been ordered by General Sigel to make a recon-\\nnoissance toward Springfield the Union army then being at\\nCamp Haskell, south of the Pomme de Terre river, thirty-\\nfour miles from Warsaw and fifty-one from Springfield.\\nThe major had just come in with his dashing Prairie\\nScouts, one hundred and fifty-four strong, from their gallant\\ndash into Lexington and the order to strike out for the re-\\nconnoissance found them jaded from over service. The\\nmajor, however, put out, and was far on his way when, on\\nthe 24th (of October), he was joined by Zagonyi, who as-\\nsumed command of the expedition, by order of Fremont.\\nZagonyi had with him one half of his Guard, provided with\\nonly one ration. The march to Springfield was to be forced,\\nin order that the enemy should be surprised and the place\\nsecured before rebel reinforcements could reach it. The\\ncombined Scouts and Guard marched all Thursday (October", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "114\\nA CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n24th) night briefly rested Friday morning, then pushed on\\nand were before Springfield at three P. m. on the 25th\\nthe fifty- one miles having been accomplished in eighteen\\nhours.\\nEight miles from Springfield five mounted rebels were\\ncaught a sixth escaped and gave the alarm to the forces in\\nthe town, whose strength, Zagonyi learned from a Union\\nfarmer, was fully two thousand strong. Nothing was left\\nbut a retreat or bold dash. Zagonyi did not hesitate. His\\nmen responded to his own spirit fully, and were eager for\\nthe adventure, let it result as it would. Major White was so\\nill from overwork that, at Zagonyi s entreaty, he remained at\\na farm-house for a brief rest. The Union farmer offered to\\npilot the Body-Guard around to the Mount Yernon approach\\non the west thus hoping to effect a surprise in that direc-\\ntion, as the enemy was, doubtless, aligned to receive the\\nassault on the Boliver road, on the north. Of this detour\\nWhite knew nothing, and after his rest he pushed on with\\nhis guard of five men and a lieutenant, to overtake his\\ntroops. He travelled up to the very outskirts of the town,\\nand yet did not come up to his men. Supposing them in\\npossession of the place, he kept on and soon found himself\\nin a rebel camp a prisoner. He was immediately sur-\\nrounded by a crew of savages, who at once resolved to have\\nhis life. Captain Wroton, a rebel officer, only saved the\\nFederal officer and his men from murder by swearing to pro-\\ntect them with his life. The blood-thirsty wretches were\\nonly kept at bay by the constant presence of Wroton.\\nThe particulars of the charge are given by Major Por-\\nsheimer in his admirable papers on Fremont s Campaign, in\\nthe Atlantic Month ly", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2334", "width": "1785", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "A CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n115\\nThe foe were advised of the intended attack. When\\nMajor White was brought into their camp, they were pre-\\nparing to defend their position. As appears from the con-\\nfession of prisoners, they had twenty-two hundred men, of\\nwhom four hundred were cavalry, the rest being infantry,\\narmed with shot guns, American rifles and revolvers.\\nTwelve hundred of their foot were posted along the edge of\\nthe wood upon the crest of the hill. The cavalry were sta-\\ntioned upon the extreme left, on top of a spur of the hill, and\\nin front of a patch of timber. Sharpshooters were con-\\ncealed behind the trees close to the fence alongside the lane,\\nand a small number in some underbrush near the foot of the\\nhill. Another detachment guarded their train, holding pos-\\nsession of the county fair ground, which was surrounded by\\na high board fence.\\nThis position was unassailable by cavalry from the road,\\nthe only point of attack being down the lane on the right\\nand the enemy were so disposed as to command this approach\\nperfectly. The lane was a blind one, being closed, after\\npassing the brook, by fences and ploughed land it was in\\nfact a cul-de-sac. If the infantry should stand, nothing could\\nsave the rash assailants. There are horsemen sufficient to\\nsweep the little band before them as helplessly as the\\nwithered forest-leaves in the grasp of the autumn winds;\\nthere are deadly marksmen lying behind the trees upon the\\nheights and lurking in the long grass upon the lowlands\\nwhile a long line of foot stand upon the summit of the slope\\nwho, only stepping a few paces back into the forest, may\\ndefy the boldest riders. Yet, down this narrow lane, leading\\ninto the very jaws of death, came the three hundred.\\nOn the prairie, at the edge of the woodland in which he\\nknew his wily foe lay hidden, Zagonyi halted his command.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "116\\nA CAVALRY CHARGE.\\nHe spurred along the line. With eager glance he scanned\\neach horse and rider. To his officers he gave the simple\\norder, Follow me do as I do and then, drawing up in\\nfront of his men, with a voice tremulous and shrill with\\nemotion, he spoke\\nFellow-soldiers, comrades, brothers This is your first\\nbattle. For our three hundred, the enemy are two thousand.\\nIf any of you are sick, or tired by the long march, or if any\\nthink that the number is too great, now is the time to turn\\nback. He paused no one was sick or tired. We must\\nnot retreat. Our honor, the honor of our general and our\\ncountry, tell us to go on. I will lead you. We have been\\ncalled holiday soldiers for the pavements of St. Louis to-\\nday we will show that we are soldiers for the battle. Your\\nwatchword shall be The Union and Fremont P Draw\\nsabre By the right flank quick trot march I\\nBright swords flashed in the sunshine, a passionate shout\\nburst from every lip, and, with one accord, the trot passing\\ninto a gallop, the compact column swept on in its deadly\\npurpose. Most of them were boys. A few weeks before\\nthey had left their homes. Those who were cool enough to\\nnote it say that ruddy cheeks grew pale, and fiery eyes were\\ndimmed with tears. Who shall tell what thoughts, what\\nvisions of peaceful cottages, nestling among the groves of\\nKentucky, or shining upon the banks of the Ohio and Illi-\\nnois what sad recollections of tearful farewells, of tender,\\nloving faces, filled their minds during those fearful moments\\nof suspense No word was spoken. With lips compressed,\\nfirmly clenching their sword-hilts, with quick tramp of hoofs\\nand clang of steel, honor leading and glory awaiting them,\\nthe yoang soldiers flew forward, each brave rider and each\\nstraining steed members of one huge creature, eDormous,\\nterrible, irresistible.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "A CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n117\\nTwere worth ten years of peaceful life,\\nOne glance at that array.\\nThey pass the fair ground. They are at the corner of the\\n]ane where the wood begins. It runs close to the fence on\\ntheir left for a hundred yards, and beyond it they see white\\ntents gleaming. They are half way past the forest, when\\nsharp and loud, a volley of musketry bursts upon the head of\\nthe column horses stagger, riders reel and fall, but the troop\\npresses forward undismayed. The farther corner of the wood\\nis reached, and Zagonyi beholds the terrible array. Amazed,\\nhe involuntarily checks his horse. The rebels are not sur-\\nprised. There to his left they stand crowning the height,\\nt foot and horse ready to engulph him, if he shall be rash\\nenough to go on. The road he is following declines rapidly.\\nThere is but one thing to do run the gauntlet, gain the cover\\nof the hill, and charge up the steep. These thoughts pass\\nquicker than they can be told. He waves his sabre over his\\nhead, and shouting, Forward! follow me! quick trot!\\ngallop he dashes headlong down the stony road. The first\\ncompany, and most of the second follow. From the left a\\nthousand muzzles belch forth a hissing flood of bullets the\\npoor fellows clutch wildly at the air and fall from their\\nsaddles, and maddened horses throw themselves against the\\nfences. Their speed is not for an instant checked farther\\ndown the hill they fly, like wasps driven by the leaden storm.\\nSharp volleys pour out of the underbrush at the left, clearing\\nwide gaps through their ranks. They leap the brook, take\\ndown the fence, and draw up under shelter of the hill.\\nZagonyi looks around him, and to his horror sees that only\\na fourth of his men are with him. He cries, They do not\\ncome we are lost and frantically waves his sabre.\\nHe has not long to wait. The delay of the rest of the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "118\\nA CAVALRY CHARGE.\\nGuard was not from hesitation. When Captain Foley\\nreached the lower corner of the wood and saw the enemy s\\nlines, he thought a flank attack might be advantageously\\nmade. He ordered some men to dismount and take down\\nthe fence. This was done under a severe fire. Several men\\nfell, and he found the woods so dense that it could not be\\npenetrated. Looking down the hill, he saw the flash of\\nZagonyi s sabre, and at once gave the order, Forward\\nAt the same time, Lieutenant Kennedy, a stalwart Kentuck-\\n]an, shouted, Come on, boys remember Old Kentucky I\\nand the third company of the Guard fire on every side oi\\nthem from behind trees, from under the fences with\\nthundering strides and loud cheers poured down the slope\\nand rushed to the side of Zagonyi. They have lost seventy\\ndead and wounded men, and the carcasses of horses are\\nstrewn along the lane. Kennedy is wounded in the arm, and\\nlies upon the stones, his faithful charger standing motionless\\nbeside him. Lieutenant Goff received a wound in the thigh\\nhe kept his seat, and cried out, The devils have hit me, but\\nI will give it to them yet\\nThe remnant of the Guard are now in the field under the\\nhill, and from the shape of the ground the rebel fire sweeps\\nwith the roar of a whirlwind over their heads. Here we\\nwill leave them for a moment, and trace the fortunes of the\\nPrairie Scouts.\\nWhen Foley brought his troops to a halt, Captain Fair-\\nbanks, at the head of the first company of Scouts, was at the\\npoint where the first volley of musketry had been received.\\nThe narrow lane was crowded by a dense mass of struggling\\nhorses, and filled with the tumult of battle. Captain Fair-\\nbanks says, and he is corroborated by several of his men who\\nwere near, that at this moment an officer of the Guard rode", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "A CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n119\\nup to him and said, They are flying take your men down\\nthat lane and cut off their retreat pointing to the lane at\\nthe left. Captain Fairbanks was not able to identify the per\\nson who gave this order. It certainly did not come from\\nZagonyi, who was several hundred yards farther on. Captain\\nFairbanks executed the order, followed by the second com\\npany of Prairie Scouts, under Captain Kehoe. When this\\nmovement was made, Captain Naughton, with the third Irish\\ndragoons, had not reached the corner of the lane. He came\\nup at a gallop, and was about to follow Fairbanks, when he\\nsaw a guardsman, who pointed in the direction in which Za-\\ngonyi had gone. He took this for an order, and obeyed it.\\nWhen he reached the gap in the fence, made by Foley, not\\nseeing any thing of the Guard, he supposed they had passed\\nthrough at that place, and gallantly attempted to follow.\\nThirteen men fell in a few minutes. He was shot in the arm\\nand dismounted. Lieutenant Connolly spurred into the under-\\nbrush, and received two balls through the lungs, and one in\\nthe left shoulder. The dragoons, at the outset not more than\\nfifty strong, were broken and, dispirited by the loss of their\\nofficers, retired. A sergeant rallied a few, and brought them\\nup to the gap again, and they were again driven back. Five\\nof the boldest passed down the hill, joined Zagonyi, and were\\nconspicuous for their valor during the rest of the day. Fair-\\nbanks and Kehoe, having gained the rear and left of the\\nenemy s position, made two or three assaults upon detached\\nparties of the foe, but did not join in the main attack.\\nI now return to the Guard. It is forming under the shelter\\nof the hill. In front, with a gentle inclination, rises a grassy\\nslope, broken by occasional tree-stumps. A line of fire upon\\nthe summit marks the position of the rebel infantry, and\\nnearer and on the top of a lower eminence to the right stand", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "120\\nA CAYALRY CHARGE.\\ntheir horse. Up to this time no Guardsman has struck a blow,\\nbut blue coats and bay horses lie thick along the bloody lane.\\nTheir time had come. Lieutenant Maythenyi with thirty\\nmen is ordered to attack the cavalry. With sabres flashing\\nover their heads, the little band of heroes spring toward their\\ntremendous foe. Eight upon the centre they charge. Th\\ndense mass opens, the blue coats force their way in, and the\\nwhole rebel squadron scatter in disgraceful flight through the\\ncornfields in the rear. The boys follow them, sabering the\\nfugitives. Days after, the enemy s horses lay thick among\\nthe uncut corn.\\nZagonyi holds his main body until Maythenyi disappears\\nin the cloud of rebel cavalry then his voice rises through\\nthe air In open order charge The line opens out to\\ngive play to their sword-arm. Steeds respond to the ardor\\nof their riders, and quick as thought, with thrilling cheers,\\nthe noble hearts rush into the leaden torrent which pours\\ndown the incline. With unabated fire the gallant fellows\\npress through. Their fierce onset is not even checked. The\\nfoe do not wait for them they waver, break, and fly. The\\nguardsmen spur into the midst of the rout, and their fast-\\nfalling swords work a terrible revenge. Some of the boldest\\nof the Southrons retreat into the woods, and continue a mur-\\nderous fire from behind trees and thickets. Seven Guard\\nhorses fall upon a space not more than twenty feet square.\\nAs his steed sinks under him, one of the officers is caught\\naround the shoulders by a grape-vine, and hangs dangling in\\nthe air until he is cut down by his friends.\\nThe rebel foot are flying in furious haste from the field.\\nSome take refuge in the fair ground, some hurry into the\\ncornfields, but the greater part run along the edge of the\\nwood, swarm over the fence into the road and hasten to the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "A CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n121\\nvillage. The Guardsmen follow. Zagonji leads them. Over\\nthe loudest roar of battle rings his clarion voice Come on,\\nold Kentuck I m with you And the flash of his sword-\\nblade tells his men where to go. As he approaches the barn,\\na man steps from behind a door, and lowers his rifle but\\nbeiore it had reached a level, Zagonyi s sabre-point descends\\nupon his head, and his life-blood leaps to the very top of the\\nhuge barn-door.\\nThe conflict now raged through the village in the public\\nsquare, and along the streets. Up and down the Guards\\nTide, in squads of three and four, and wherever they see a\\ngroup of the enemy, charge upon and scatter them. It is\\nhand to hand. No one but has a share in the fray.\\nThere was at least one soldier in the southern ranks. A\\nyoung officer, superbly mounted, charges alone upon a large\\nbody of the guard. He passes through the line unscathed,\\nkilling one man. He wheels, charges back, and again breaks\\nthrough, killing another man. A third time he rushes upon\\nthe Federal line, a score of sabre-points confront him, a cloud\\nof bullets fly around him, but he pushes on until he reaches\\nZagonyi he presses his pistol so close to the major s side,\\nthat he feels it, and draws convulsively back, the bullet\\npasses through the front of Zagonyi s coat, who at the instant\\nruns the daring rebel through the body he falls, and the\\nmen, thinking their commander hurt, kill him with a dozen\\nwounds.\\nHe was a brave man, said Zagonyi afterward, and I\\ndid wish to make him prisoner.\\nMeanwhile it has grown dark. The foe have left the vil-\\nlage, and the battle has ceased. The assembly is sounded,\\nand the Guard gathers in the Plaza. Not more than eighty\\nwounded men appear the rest are killed, wounded, or un-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "122\\nA CAVALRY CHARGE.\\nhorsed. At this time one of the most characteristic incidents\\nof the affair took place.\\nJust before the charge, Zagonyi directed one of his buglers,\\na Frenchman, to sound a signal. The bugler did not seem to\\npay any attention to the order, but darted off* with Lieuten-\\nant Maythenyi. A few moments afterward, he was observed\\nin another part of the field, vigorously pursuing the flying\\ninfantry. His active form was always seen in the thickest of\\nthe fight. When the line was formed in the Plaza, Zagonyi\\nnoticed the bugler, and approaching him, said u In the\\nmidst of battle you disobeyed my order. You are unworthy\\nto be a member of the Guard. I dismiss you. The bugler\\nshowed his bugle to his indignant commander the mouth-\\npiece of the instrument was shot away. He said: The\\nmouth was shoot off. I could not bugle viz mon bugle, and\\nso I bugle viz mon pistol and sabre. It is unnecessary to\\nadd, the brave Frenchman was not dismissed.\\nI must not forget to mention Sergeant Hunter of the\\nKentucky company. His soldierly figure never failed to\\nattract the eye in the ranks of the Guard. He had served in\\nthe regular cavalry, and the Body Guard had profited greatly\\nfrom his skill as a drill master. He lost three horses in the\\nfight. As soon as one was killed, he caught another from\\nthe rebels the third horse taken by him in this way he rode\\ninto St. Louis.\\nThe sergeant slew five men. I won t speak of those I\\nshot, said he another may have hit them but those I\\ntouched with my sabre I am sure of, because I felt them.\\nAt the beginning of the charge, he came to the extreme\\nright, and took position next to Zagonyi, whom he followed\\nclosely through the battle. The major seeing him, said:\\nWhy are you here, Sergeant Hunter Your place is\\nwith your company on the left.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "A CAVALRY CHARGE.\\n123\\nI kind o wanted to be in front, was the answer.\\nWhat could I say to such a man? exclaimed Zagonyi,\\nspeaking of the matter afterward.\\nThere was hardly a horse or rider among the survivors\\nthat did not bring away some mark of the fray. I saw one\\nanimal with no less than seven wounds none of them seri-\\nous. Scabbards were bent, clothes and caps pierced, pistols\\ninjured. I saw one pistol from which the sight had been\\ncut as neatly as it could have been done by machinery. A\\npiece of board a few inches long was cut from a fence on the\\nfield, in which there were thirty-one shot-holes.\\nIt was now nine o clock. The wounded had been carried\\nto the hospital. The dismounted troopers were placed in\\ncharge of them in the double capacity of nurses and guards.\\nZagonyi expected the foe to return every minute. It seemed\\nlike madness to try and hold the town with his small force,\\nexhausted by the long march and desperate fight. He there-\\nfore left Springfield, and retired before morning twenty-five\\nmiles on the Bolivar road.\\nCaptain Fairbanks did not see his commander after leaving\\nthe column in the lane, at the commencement of the engage-\\nment. About dusk he repaired to the prairie, and remained\\nthere, within a mile of the village, until midnight, when he\\nfollowed Zagonyi, rejoining him in the morning.\\nI will now return to Major White. During the conflict\\nupon the hill, he was in the forest near the front of the rebel\\nline. Here his horse was shot under him.* Captain Wroton\\nkept careful watch over him. When the flight began he\\nhurried White away, and, accompanied by a squad of eleven\\nmen, took him ten miles into the country. They stopped at\\na farm-house for the night. White discovered that their\\nhost was a Union man. Hh parole having expired, he took", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "124 A CAYALRT CHARGE.\\nadvantage of the momentary absence of his captor to speak\\nto the farmer, telling him who he was, and asking him to\\nsend for assistance. The countryman mounted his son upon\\nhis swiftest horse, and sent him for succor. The party lay\\ndown by the fire, White being placed in the midst. The\\nrebels were soon asleep, but there was no sleep for the major.\\nHe listened anxiously for the footsteps of his rescuers.\\nAfter long, weary hours, he heard the tramp of horses. He\\narose, and walking on tiptoe, cautiously stepping over his\\nsleeping guard, he reached the door and silently unfas-\\ntened it. The Union men rushed into the room and took\\nthe astonished Wroton and his followers prisoners. At day-\\nbreak White rode into Springfield at the head of his captives\\nand a motley band of home guards. He found the Federals\\nstill in possession of the place. As the officer of highest\\niank, he took command. His garrison consisted of twenty-\\nfour men. He stationed twenty -two of them as pickets in\\nthe outskirts of the village, and held the other two as a\\nreserve. At noon the enemy sent a flag of truce, and asked\\npermission to bury their dead. Major White received the\\nflag with proper ceremony, but said that General Sigel was\\nin command and the request would have to be referred to\\nhim. Sigel was then forty miles away. In a short time a\\nwritten communication purporting to come from General\\nSigel arrived, saying that the rebels might send a party,\\nunder certain restrictions, to bury their dead. White drew\\nin some of his pickets, stationed them about the field, and\\nunder their surveillance the southern dead were buried.\\nThe loss of the enemy, as reported by some of their work-\\ning party, was one hundred and sixteen killed. The number\\nof wounded could not be ascertained. After the conflict had\\ndrifted away from the hill-side, some of the foe had returned", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Sheridan s ride.\\n125\\nto the field, taken away the wounded and robbed our dead.\\nThe loss of the Guard was fifty-three out of one hundred and\\nforty-eight actually engaged, twelve men having been left\\nby Zagonyi in charge of his train. The prairie scouts re-\\nported a loss of thirty-one out of one hundred and thirty\\nhalf of these belonged to the Irish dragoons. In a neighbor-\\ning field an Irishman was found stark and stiff, still clinging\\nto the hilt of his sword, which was thrust through the body\\nof a rebel who lay beside him. Within a few feet a second\\nrebel lay shot through the head.\\nSHEEIDAN S BIDE.\\nBY T. BUCHANAN READ.\\nTJp from the South, at break of day,\\nBringing to Winchester fresh dismay,\\nThe affrighted air with a shudder bore\\nLike a herald in haste, to the chieftain s door,\\nThe terrible grumble and rumble and roar,\\nTelling the battle was on once more,\\nAnd Sheridan twenty miles away.\\nAnd wider still those billows of war\\nThundered along the horizon s bar,\\nAnd louder yet into Winchester rolled\\nThe roar of that red sea, uncontrolled,\\nMaking the blood of the listener cold\\nAs he thought of the stake in that fie:y fray,\\nAnd Sheridan twenty miles away.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "126\\nSheridan s ride.\\nBut there is a road to Winchester town,\\nA good, broad highway, leading down\\nAnd there, through the flush of the morning light,\\nA steed, as black as the steeds of night,\\nWas seen to pass as with eagle flight\\nAs if he knew the terrible need,\\nHe stretched away with his utmost speed.\\nHill rose and fell but his heart was gay,\\nWith Sheridan fifteen miles away.\\nStill sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering south,\\nThe dust, like the smoke from the cannon s mouth,\\nOr the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,\\nForeboding to traitors the doom of disaster\\nThe heart of the steed and the heart of the master\\nWere beating, like prisoners assaulting their walls,\\nImpatient to be where the battle-field calls.\\nEvery nerve of the charger was strained to full play,\\nWith Sheridan only ten miles away.\\nUnder his spurning feet the ro i\\nLike an arrowy Alpine river flowed\\nAnd the landscape sped away behind\\nLike an ocean flying before the wind\\nAnd the steed, like a bark fed with furnace ire,\\nSwept on with his wild eyes full of fire.\\nBut lo he is nearing his heart s desire\\nHe is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray,\\nWith Sheridan only five miles away.\\nThe first that the general saw were the groups\\nOf stragglers, and then the retreating troops.\\nWhat was done what to do a glance told him both\\nThen, striking his spurs, with a terrible oath,\\nHe dashed down the line mid a storm of huzzas,\\ni", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "TRUE TO HER PRINCIPLES.\\n127\\nAnd the wave of retreat checked its course there, because\\nThe sight of the master compelled it to pause.\\nWith foam and with dust the black charger was gray.\\nBy the flash of his eye, and his red nostrils play,\\nHe seemed to the whole great army to say\\n14 1 have brought you Sheridan, all the way\\nFrom Winchester down, to save you the day\\nHurrah, hurrah, for Sheridan\\nHurrah, hurrah, for horse and man\\nAnd when their statues are placed on high,\\nUnder the dome of the Union sky\\nThe American soldiers Temple of Fame\\nThere with the glorious general s name,\\nBe it said, in letters both bold and bright\\nHere is the steed that saved the day\\nBy carrying Sheridan into the fight,\\nFrom Winchester twenty miles away 1\\nTRUE TO HER PRINCIPLES.\\nA QUAD of Indiana volunteers, out scouting, came across\\na female in a log cabin in the mountains. After the usual\\nsalutations, one of them asked her, Well, old lady, are you\\na secesh No, was the answer. Are you Union?\\nNo. What are you, then? A Baptist, an always\\nhave been. The Hoosiers let down.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "128\\nA WEDDING IN CAMP.\\nA WEDDING IN CAMP.\\nSix bold riflemen clad in blue, with scarlet doublets over\\nthe left shoulder, bearing blazing torches; six glittering\\nZouaves, with, brilliant trappings, sparkling in the light and\\nthen the hollow square, where march the bridegroom and\\nbride then seven rows of six groomsmen in a row, all armed\\neap-a-pie, with burnished weapons, flashing back the lustre\\nof the Zouave uniform and all around the grand regiment\\ndarkening the white tent folds, as their ruddy faces are but\\nhalf disclosed between the red and yellow glare of the fires,\\nand the soft silver light of the May-moon. (This is all, you\\nwill bear in mind, out on the broad, open air. The encamp-\\nment occupies a conically-shaped hill-top, flanked around the\\nrear crescent by a wood of fan-leaved maples sprinkled with\\nblossoming dogberries, and looking out at the cone upon the\\nriver-awards below. The plain is full of mounds and ridges,\\nsa^e where it bulges in the centre to a circular elevation\\npertectly flat, around which, like facades about a court-yard,\\nare arrayed the spiral tents, illuminated in honor of the\\ncoming nuptials.) The bride is the daughter of the regi-\\nment; the to-be-husband a favorite sergeant. Marching thus,\\npreceded by two files of sixes, and followed by the glittering\\nrows of groomsmen, the little cortege has moved out of the\\ngreat tent on the edge of the circle, and comes slowly, amid\\nthe bold strains of the grand Midsummer Night s Dream,\\ntoward the regimental chaplain.\\nYou have seen the colored prints of Jenny Lind on the\\nback of the music of Vive la France. 1 You have noted the\\nlight-flowing hair, the soft Swiss eye, the military bodice,\\nthe coquettish red skirt, and the pretty buskined feet and\\nankles underneath. The print is not unlike the bride. She", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "A WEDDING IN CAMP. 129\\nwas fair-haired, blue-eyed, rosy-cheeked, darkened in their\\nhue by exposure to the sun, in just the dress worn by les\\nfilles du regiment She was formed in that athletic mould\\nwhich distinguishes the Amazon from her opposite extreme\\nof frailty. You could not doubt her capacity to undergo the\\nfatigues and hardships of a campaign, but your mind did not\\nsuggest to your eye those grosser and more masculine quali-\\nties which, whilst girting the woman with strength, disrobe\\nher of the purer, more effeminate traits of body. You saw\\nbefore yon a young girl, apparently about eighteen years of\\nage, with clear, courageous eye, quiverless lip, and soldierly\\ntread, a veritable daughter of the regiment. You have seen\\nCaroline Richings and good old Peter (St. Peter 1) march over\\nthe stage as the corporal and la fille. Well, this girl, barring\\nthe light flaxen hair, would remind you of the latter drilling\\na squad of grenadiers.\\nThe bridegroom was of the same sanguine, Germanic\\ntemperament as the bride. As he marched, full six feet in\\nheight, with long, light colored beard, high cheek-bones,\\naquiline nose, piercing, deeply-studied blue eye, broad shoul-\\nders long arms, sturdy legs, feet and hands of a laborious de-\\nvelopment, cocked hat with blue plume, dark blue frock,\\nwith bright scarlet blanket, tartan fashion over the shoulder,\\nsmall sword, you would have taken him for a hero of Sir\\nWalter. Faith, had Sir Walter seen him, he himself would\\nhave taken him. In default, however, of Sir Walter, I make\\nbold to appropriate him as a hero on the present occasion\\nIndeed, he was a hero, and looked it, every inch of him,\\njading that self sacrificing girl up to the regimental chap\\nlain, with his robe, and surplice, and great book, amid the\\nstars of a thousand anxious eyes, to the music of glorious\\n9", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "ROLL CALL.\\nold Mendelssohn, and the beating of a thousand earnest\\nhearts\\nThe music ceased a silence as calm as the silent moon\\nheld the strange, wild place the fires seemed to sparkle\\nless noisily in reverence and a little white cloud paused in\\nits course across the sky to look down on the group below\\nthe clear voice of the preacher sounded above the suppressed\\nbreathing of the spectators, and the vague burning of the\\nfagot heaps a few short words, a few heartfelt prayers, the\\nformal legal ceremonial, and the happy Amen. It was\\ndone, The pair were man and wife. In rain or sunshine,\\njoy or sorrow, for weal or woe, bone of one bone, and flesh\\nof one flesh, forever and ever, amen\\nEOLL CALL.\\nCorporal Green the orderly cried\\nHere was the answer, loud and clear,\\nFrom the lips of a soldier who stood near,\\nAnd Here was the word the next replied.\\nCyrus Drew! then a silence fell,\\nThis time no answer followed the call\\nOnly his rear-man had seen him fall,\\nKilled or wounded he could not tell.\\nThere they stood in the failing light,\\nThese men of battle, with grave, dark looks,\\nAs plain to be read as open books\\nWhile slowly gathered the shade of night.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "ROLL CALL.\\n131\\nThe ferns on the hill-side were splashed with blood,\\nAnd down in the corn, where the poppies grew,\\nWere redder strains than the poppies knew\\nAnd crimson-dyed is the river s flood.\\nFor the foe had crossed from the other side\\nThat day, in the face of a murderous fire\\nThat swept them down in its terrible ire\\nAnd their life-blood went to color the tide.\\nHerbert Cline At the call there came\\nTwo stalwart soldiers into the line,\\nBearing between them this Herbert Cline,\\nWounded and bleeding, to answer his name.\\nEzra Kerr and a voice answered Here\\nHiram Kerr I but no man replied\\nThey were brothers, these two the sad wind sighed\\nAnd a shudder crept through the corn-field near.\\nEphraim Deane then a soldier spoke\\nDeane carried our regiment s colors, he said,\\nWhen our ensign was shot I left him dead,\\nJust after the enemy wavered and broke.\\nClose to the roadside his body lies\\nI paused a moment and gave him to drink\\nHe murmured his mother s name, I think\\nAnd Death came with it and closed his eyes.\\nTwas a victory yes but it cost us dear\\nFor that company s roll, when called at night,\\nOf a hundred men who went into the fight,\\nNumbered but twenty that answered Here l n", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "152\\nTHE CLOTHES-LINE TELEGRAPH.\\nTHE CLOTHES-LINE TELEG-EAPH.\\nIh Lbe early part of IS 63, when the Union army was\\nencamped at Ealniouth, and picketing the banks of the Eap\\npahannock, the utmost tact and ingenuity were displayed,\\nby the scouts and videttes, in gaining a knowledge of con-\\ntemplated movements on either side and here, as at various\\nother times, the shrewdness of the African camp attendants\\nwas very remarkable.\\nOne circumstance in particular shows how quick the race\\nare in learning the ar: of communicating by signals.\\nThere came into the Union lines a negro from a farm on\\nthe other siae of the river, known by the name of Dabney,\\nwho was found to possess a remarkably clear knowledge of\\nthe topography of the whole region and he was employed\\nas cook and body servant at headquarters. When he first\\nsaw our system of army telegraphs, the idea interested him\\nintensely, and he begged the operators to explain the signs\\nto him. They did so, and found that he could understand\\nand remember the meaning of the various movements as\\nwell as any of his brethren of paler hue.\\nNot long after, his wife, who had come with him, expressed\\na great anxiety to be allowed to go over to the other side as\\nservant to a secesh woman. whim General H::ner vats\\nabout sending over to her friends. The request was granted.\\nDabney s wife went across the Rappahannock, and in a few\\ndays was duly installed as laundress at the headquarters of a\\nprominent rebel general. Dabney, her husband, on the north\\nbank, was soon found to be wonderfully well informed as to\\nall the re b el plans. Within an hour of the time that a move-\\nment of any kind was projected, or even discussed, among\\nthe rebel generals, Hooker knew all about it. He knew", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "THE CLOTHES-LINE TELEGRAPH.\\n133\\nwhich corps was moving, or about to move, in what direc-\\ntion, how long they had been on the march, and in what\\nforce and all this knowledge came through Dabney, and his\\nreports always turned out to be true.\\nYet Dabney was never absent, and never talked with the\\nscouts, and seemed to be always taken up with his duties as\\ncook and groom about headquarters.\\nHow he obtained his information remained for some time\\na puzzle to the Union officers. At length, upon much solici-\\ntation, he unfolded his marvellous secret to one of our officers.\\nTaking him to a point where a clear view could be ob-\\ntained of Fredricsburg, he pointed out a little cabin in the\\nsuburbs near the river bank, and asked him if he saw that\\nclothes-line with clothes hanging on it to dry. Well, said\\nhe, that clothes-line tells me in half an hour just what goes\\non at Lee s headquarters. You see my wife over there she\\nwashes for the officers, and cooks, and waits around, and as\\nsoon as she hears about any movement or any thing going on,\\nshe comes down and moves the clothes on that line so I can\\nunderstand it in a minute. That there gray shirt is Long-\\nstreet and when she takes it off, it means he s gone down\\nabout Eichmond. That white shirt means Hill and when\\nshe moves it up to the west end of the line, Hill s corps has\\nmoved up stream. That red one is Stonewall. He s down\\non the right now, and if he moves, she will move that red\\nshirt.\\nOne morning Dabney came in and reported a movement\\nover there. But, says he, it don t amount to any thing.\\nThey re just making believe.\\nAn officer went out to look at the clothes-line telegraph\\nthrough his field-glass. There had been quite a shifting over\\nthere among the army flannels. But how do you know but\\nthere is something in it", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "134\\nTHE CHARGE AT POET HUDSON.\\nDo you see those two blankets pinned together at the\\nbottom said Dabney. Yes, but what of it said the\\nofficer. Why, that s her way of making a fish-trap and\\nwhen she pins the clothes together that way, it means that\\nLee is only trying to draw us into his fish-trap.\\nAs long as the two armies lay watching each other on\\nopposite banks of the stream, Dabney, with his clothes-line\\ntelegraph, continued to be one of the promptest and most\\nreliable of Geneial Hooker s scouts.\\nTHE CHAKG-E AT POET HUDSON\\nA soldier who participated in the storming of Port Hud-\\nson, on the 14th of June, 1863, gives the following account\\nof that unfortunate affair I have been in many battles,\\nbut I never saw, and never wish to see, such a fire as that\\npoured on us on June 14th. It was not terrible it was\\nhorrible.\\nOur division (second) stormed about a mile from the\\nMississippi. We left our camp at twelve o clock, midnight,\\non the 13th, and proceeded to the left, arriving just at day-\\nlight, where the balance of our brigade (second) awaited us.\\nColonel Benedict arrived from opposite Port Hudson on\\nthe 12th, and our regiment was transferred from the first to\\nthe second brigade, and he placed in command. The move-\\nment to the left took all by surprise but we got in shape\\nbehind a piece of woods which concealed the enemy s works,\\nand rested. The first brigade went in first, and we followed\\nthe third brigade being a reserve. I saw the first brigade file\\nleft and move on, but saw no more of it. When the order", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "v\\nTHE CHARGE AT PORT HUDSON.\\n135\\ncame to move on, we did so in column of company/ at full\\ndistance. Ask some good military man what he thinks of a\\nbrigade moving to a charge in that manner. The one hun-\\ndred and sixty-second leading, the one hundred and seventy-\\nfifth (Bryan s) after us then the forty- eighth Massachusetts,\\nand twenty -eighth Maine. We were in a road parallel to\\nthe enemy s works, and had to change direction to, or file\\nleft round the corner of the woods, and then started forward\\nby a road leading up. The ground rose gradually, and away\\nabove, the rebel works were in plain sight. The moment\\nwe turned into the road, shot, shell, grape, and canister fell\\nlike hail, in, amongst, and around us. But on we went. A\\nlittle higher, a new gun opened on us. Still farther they had\\na cross-fire on us such a terrible one but on we went,\\nbending as, with sickening shrieks, the grape and canister\\nswept over us. Sometimes it fell in and about us; but I\\npaid no heed to it.\\nAfter the first, my whole mind was given to the colors,\\nand to keep my men around them and they did it well. I\\nwonder now, as I think of it, how I did so. I walked erect,\\nthough from the moment I saw how they had us, I was sure\\nI would be killed. I had no thought (after a short prayer)\\nbut for my flag. I talked and shouted. I did all man could\\ndo to keep my boys to their 4 colors. I tried to draw their\\nattention from the enemy to it, as I knew we would advance\\nmore rapidly. The brave fellows stood by it, as the half-\\nscore who fell attest. The color-bearer fell, but the 1 flag\\ndid not. Half the guard fell, but the flag was there. Ask\\n(if I never come home) my colonel or lieutenant-colonel if\\nany one could have done better than I did that day. I do\\nnot fear their answer. When about three hundred yards\\nfrom the works, T was struck. The pain was so intense that", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "136\\nTHE CHAEGE AT PORT HUDSON\\nT could not go on. I turned to my second lieutenant, wno\\nwas in command of company C, as lie came up to me, and\\nsaid: Never mind me, Jack; for God s sake, jump to the\\ncolors. I don t recollect any more, till I heard Colonel B.\\nsay Up, men, and forward. I looked, and saw the rear\\nregiments lying flat to escape the fire, and Colonel B. stand-\\ning there, the shot striking all about him, and he never\\nflinching. It was grand to see him. I wish I was of 1 iron\\nnerve, as he is. When I heard him speak, I forgot all else,\\nand, running forward, did not stop till at the very front and\\nnear the colors again. There, as did all the rest, I lay down,\\nand soon learned the trouble. Within two hundred yards\\nof the works was a ravine parallel with them, imperceptible\\ntill just on the edge of it, completely impassable by the fallen\\ntimber in it. Of course we could not move on. To stand\\nup was certain death so was retreat. Nought was left but\\nto lie down with what scanty cover we could get. So we did\\nlie down, in that hot, scorching sun. I fortunately got behind\\ntwo small logs, which protected me on two sides, and lay\\nthere, scaroely daring to turn, for four hours, till my brain\\nreeked and surged, and I thought I should go mad. Death\\nwould have been preferable to a continuance of such torture.\\nLots of poor fellows were shot as they were lying down, and\\nto lie there and hear them groan and cry was awful. J ust\\non the other side of the log lay the gallant Colonel Bryan,\\nwith both legs broken by shot. He talked of home, but bore it\\nlike a patriot. Near him was one of my own brave boys, with\\nfive balls in him. I dared not stir, my hand ached so, and it\\nwould have been death also. Well, the colonel got out of\\npain sooner than some, for he died after two hours of intense\\nagony. Bullets just grazed me as they passed over, and one\\nentered the ground within an inch of my right eye. I could", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THF CHARGE AT PORT HUDSON.\\n137\\nnot go that. Our bojs had run back occasionally, but got a\\nvolley as they did so from the rebels, who would curse them.\\nI waited till our cannon fired a round at them, then up and\\nran across the road, and fell flat behind some low brush or\\nweeds and well I did. They saw my sword, and fired seve\\nral volleys after me. As my hand was very lame, I crawled\\nseveral rods back, then under a big log, got behind it, and,\\nfor the first time in five hours, sat up. I bathed my hand,\\nand after awhile made my way to the rear, got it dressed,\\nand was on my way back, when I learned that the men were\\nto work in, by one and twos so I staid. I then learned of\\npoor Bryan s fate, and one by one came the tidings of my\\nown men, and when the word came of them I cried like a\\nchild. Some of them passed me on the way to have their\\nwounds dressed, and blessed me as they passed by. When\\nnight came, the troops came in and line was formed, and a\\nsmall one we had. The major s body was brought in to be\\nsent home, and my pet favorite, Sergeant Fred. Mitchell\\n(who, as a favor to me, Colonel Benedict had made an acting\\nlieutenant he was so good a soldier, and handsome and tal-\\nented), the last I saw of him, was his sword flashing in the\\nsunlight as he urged the men forward but he was brought\\nin with half his head torn off, and it was hard to recognize\\nhim. But God bless him He was true, for his right hand\\ngrasped his sword firmly in death. I have it stored to be\\nsent to his friends. Colonel B. and Lieutenant-Colonel B.,\\ncame out safe. The lieutenant-colonel had been sick for\\nsome time, and this finished him. So I took command of\\nthe regiment, brought it to the mortar battery, and bivou-\\nacked for the night.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "138\\nWASHING DAY IN CAMP.\\nWASHING- DAY IN CAMP.\\nThis is washing day with us, writes a soldier oi the\\nforty-first Ohio regiment. Washing day You know at\\nhome what a terrible disturber of domestic comfort it is. My\\nrecollections of it are associated with cold feet, damp floors,\\nmeagre dinners, cross mothers, and birch rods. The servant\\ngirls and I used to fight more on washing days than on any\\nother. Washing is as much a duty as fighting. Woe to the\\nunlucky sloven that appears at Sunday morning inspection\\nwith dirty clothes, dirty hands, long hair, or untrimmed\\nbeard. We are expected to bathe all over once or twice a\\nweek. This requirement is one of the soldier s greatest\\nblessings. At first, clothes washing was a difficult and\\ntedious operation but now there is not one of us that is not\\nthoroughly initiated into the mysteries of washing, rinsing, and\\nwringing. It is genuine satisfaction to see a fastidious youth,\\nwho, perhaps, has often found fault with his mother or sister\\non account of fancied imperfections in his linen, knee deep in\\nwater t worrying about some garment, in vain endeavors to\\nwash it. Justice comes round at last. When I was a little\\nbrat I frequently used to throw down my bread and butter\\nwhen it was not sugared to suit my whim. My mother\\nwould then say, You ll see the day, my boy, when you ll be\\nglad to get that crust. I have realized the truth of her\\nwords scores of times within the last year. Washing day\\nwith us has its amusements. On one occasion, last summer,\\nwhile we were stationed at Murfreesboro a party of about\\none hundred of us were washing at a large spring on the\\nopposite side of the town from where we were encamped.\\nBuell s army was, at that time, exceedingly short of supplies.\\nBut few of us had more than one shirt sc me were not even", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "ARMY EXCHANGES.\\n139\\nikh\\\\ fortunace. It was a warm, pleasant day. We had re-\\nmo ed our clothes, placing them in kettles, built fires, and\\nwere boiling them out, busying ourselves, meanwhile, in\\nplaying leap-frog, tag, blackman, and divers other games,\\nwhen lo a party of rebel cavalry came thundering down\\nupon us in pursuit of a forage train that had been sent out in\\nthe morning. What were we to do We had no arms with\\nus our clothes were in boiling hot water the enemy were\\ndrawing near, fearfully near. Jumping over the fence, the\\nwhole party of us scud right through the town for camp like\\nso many wild Indians, as fast as our legs could carry us.\\nThe citizens, supposing we would all be captured, came out\\nin great glee, shouting, Eun, Yanks run Yanks as we\\nfled through the streets. We reached camp in safety, to the\\ngreat astonishment and amusement of our comrades. It was\\na long time before we heard the last of that washing day. I\\nasked one old black woman if she didn t blush when she saw\\nus running through town. She replied, Why, de Lord God\\nA mi ty bress ye, child I couldn t blush for laughing.\\nAEMY EXCHANGES.\\nA letter from the Army of the Potomac, dated February\\n12, 1863, contains the following\\nThe rebels recently rigged up a plank, with a sail and\\nrudder attached, and on top placed a drawer, evidently taken\\nfrom an old secretary, in which they put two Eichmond\\npapers, and on top a half plug of tobacco, with a written\\nrequest for a Xew York Herald, and stating that they\\nwould come over and have a little chat, if we would pledge", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "140\\nA SFOW-BALL BATTLE.\\nfaith. But this kind of intercourse is strictly forbidden un\\nour part. The next day, after the ninth army corps had\\nleft, the rebels hailed our pickets, and asked where the\\nninth army corps had gone.\\nI returned this morning from a visit to our pickets.\\nCompany I, one hundred and thirty-ninth Pennsylvania\\nvolunteers, has a very good location for standing post, but\\nthe Johnny Eebs are perfectly docile. Night before last\\nHarry Born, one of our boys, was busily engaged in singing\\na song entitled 1 Fairy Bell, and when the time came for the\\nchorus, the four rebs on the post opposite struck up, drown-\\ning Harry s voice almost entirely.\\nA SNOW-BALL BATTLE.\\nA soldieb of one of the New Jersey regiments writes as\\nfollows\\nYou are probably aware that the second brigade of this\\ndivision consists of four Vermont regiments, besides the\\ntwenty sixth. During the late heavy fall of snow, the Yer-\\nmonters twice made an attack on the encampment of the\\ntwenty-sixth, sending a perfect shower of snow-balls at the\\nhead of every luckless Jerseyman who made his appearance\\nwithout his tent. The first attack was a complete surprise to\\nus but we essayed a sally from the camp, and drove the at-\\ntacking party back to their reserves. Being heavily rein-\\nforced they charged on us again, and after a desperate resist-\\nance we were driven back into camp, fighting resolutely from\\nthe shelter of our tents until darkness put an end to the con-\\ntest. Our casualties were \\\\piite heavy, but those of the en", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "A SNOW-BALL BATTLE.\\n141\\nemy, it is thought, exceeded ours. A few days afterw^i d the\\nattack was renewed, but we took up a strong position on a\\nhill in the rear of the camp, and repulsed every assault of the\\nfoe. The snow was crimsoned with the blood issuing from\\nthe olfactory organs of the Yermonters, and the appearance\\nof the battle-field indicated the fierce nature of the contest\\nThe enemy raised a flag of truce, an armistice of a few hours\\nwas concluded, and then ensued that novel spectacle of\\nwar men, who but a few minutes previous were engaged in\\none of the most sanguinary battles of modern times, harmo-\\nnizing and fraternizing with clasped hands.\\nBut the matter did not rest here. The night of the 24th\\nhad enveloped terra firma with its dusky shades. Many a\\nwaxen nose in the camps of the second brigade snored so-\\nnorously, happily unconscious of its ruby discoloration on\\nthe morrow. Many an eye placidly closed in slumber was\\nto be violently closed in battle ere the approach of another\\nnightfall. And many a phrenological bump sparsely devel-\\noped on the night in question was to be suddenly brought\\nto an age of puberty on the approaching day. The eventful\\nmorning opened. Colonel Morrison sent a challenge to\\nColonel Seaver of the third Vermont to engage in the open\\nfield at three o clock p. M. The challenge was accepted, on\\nthe condition that the fourth Yermont should be included\\nwith the third. This was agreed to by the colonel. Before\\nthe appointed time some of our men were detailed on fatigue\\nduty, and at the time of the engagement we were only able\\nto muster some three hundred men.\\nNothing daunted by the superiority of numbers, Colonel\\nMorrison ordered Lieutenant McCleese, of company C (Cap-\\ntain Pemberton being sick), to fortify a small hill on our\\nright, make as much ammunition as possible, and pile the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "142\\nA SNOW-BALL BATTLE.\\nsnow-balls in pyramids. This arduous duty was hastily\\nperformed. It was a strong position, a swollen brook at its\\nbase answering the purpose of a moat too strong in fact,\\nfor the Vermonters, and they declined to attack us while\\noccupying this miniature Chepultepec. Commissioners were\\nappointed, and after a parley, the twenty-sixth was marched\\nacross the brook and formed in line of battle on the field\\nfronting the Yermonters. The hills were covered with\\nspectators, and the eagerness to witness the novel contest\\nknew no bounds. Companies A and B were thrown out as\\nskirmishers. Company E occupied the right, C was given\\nthe centre, and H rested on the left. The colonel dashed\\nover the field in all directions, encouraging the men to stand\\nfast, amid the blue wreaths curling from a brier wood\\nnonchalantly held in his left hand, and the adjutant danced\\nabout on a spirited charger, apparently impatiently awaiting\\nthe hour of contest, the light of battle dilating within his\\neyes, and a quid of 1 navy plug reposing beneath his cheek.\\nLieutenant Woods of the ambulance corps, and Lieute-\\nnant acted as mounted aids to the colonel, while the\\n1 sergeant and John K. Shaw, an aspiring Newark youth of\\neighteen, acted as perambulating aids. The line being\\nformed and every thing in readiness for the contest, a red\\nflag was raised as a signal, and in a breath of time a strong\\nbody of the enemy drove in our skirmishers, and fiercely\\nattacked our centre. At the same moment another strong\\nforce advanced against our right, but only as a feint for\\nthey suddenly wheeled to the right, and joined their com-\\nrades in a furious charge on our centre. Major Morris\\nordered up company E from our right, but too late to be of\\nany advantage, and they w^re completely cut off from the\\nmain body of our army. Although flanked and pressed in", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "A SNOW-BALL BATTLE.\\n143\\nfront by overwhelming numbers, our centre heroically con\\ntested the advance of the enemy. Animated by the presence\\nof the colonel, they fought like veterans, and the white snow-\\nballs eddied through the air like popping corn from a frying\\npan. But the enemy were madly surging upon us in supe\\nrior force, and it was hardly within the power of human\\nendurance to stand such a perfect feu cPenfer any longer.\\nGradually the centre fell back inch by inch, the line then\\nwavered to and fro, and finally the men broke in confusion\\nand rolled down the hill followed by the victorious Yer-\\nmonters. In vain the colonel breasted the torrent in vain\\nthe major urged the men to stand fast; in vain did adjutant\\nWhite, the chivalric De Bayard of the twenty-sixth, implore\\nthe gods for aid.\\ntl The boys never rallied. Lieutenant Woods made an at-\\ntempt to rally them, and form them in hollow square on\\nthe fortified hill to the right, but he was mistaken by the\\nboys for a Yermonter, and uncermoniously pelted from their\\nmidst. But the colonel was totally deserted by his men. The\\nYermonters seized his horse by the bridle, and made a des-\\nperate attempt to take him prisoner. The fight at this point\\nwas terrific beyond description. The men fought hand to\\nhand. Colonel Seaver, the Achilles of the day, dashed\\nthrough the combatants, seized Colonel Morrison by the\\nshoulder, and called upon him to surrender. But his demand\\nwas choked by the incessant patter of snow-balls on his\\nphysog. Around the rival chieftains the men struggled\\nfearfully there was the auburn-haired Hodge, alias Wild\\nDutchman, fighting manfully. There was the fierce Teuton\\ncaptain of company E, dropping the foe right and left at\\nevery swing of his arms but all in vain. Amid the wild\\nexcitement consequent upon the shouting, the rearing and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "144\\nA SNOW-BALL BATTLE.\\nplunging of horses, the colonel was drawn from his saddle\\nand taken bj the enemy. Most of his staff followed him as\\nprisoners. A desperate attempt was made to rescue him, but\\nit proved of no avaiL Major Morris fared no better. Adju-\\ntant White, however, made a bold attempt to retrieve the\\nfortunes of the day. Dashing into the dense ranks of the foe\\nhe seized the bridle of Colonel Stoughton s Bucephalus, and\\ngallantly attempted the impossibility of capturing the colonel,\\nwho was the acting brigadiar of the attacking party. But the\\nadjutant had caught a Tartar, for the Yermonters rushed\\naround him, like the waves beating upon some lone rock in\\nthe ocean, and vainly clamored for his surrender. He fought\\nlike an Ajax mounted on a Black Bess, retaining his posi-\\ntion in the saddle by resting his knee against the pommel.\\nThis was at last observed by a shrewd Yankee, who dexter-\\nously slipped between the two horses, detached the support-\\ning knee, and the adjutant fell from his lofty position like a\\ntornado-stricken oak. This fall disheartened the twenty-sixth,\\nand only detached parties of a dozen, scattered over the field,\\npersisted in an obstinate resistance. The Serjeant received\\na solid shot in the back of the head, and was borne to the\\nrear a captive, and then\\n1 The bugles sang truce.\\nThus ended the great battle of Fairview unequalled in\\ndesperateness, and the theme of many a future poet s cogita-\\ntions. Our loss was very heavy, and we were severely de-\\nfeated. The spectators, acting on the well-known principle\\nof kicking a man when he is down, pitched into us most\\nunmercifully, when our centre was broken, and prevented us\\nfrom re-forming in line of battle. The slaughter of the\\nenemy was fearful, and the prowess of the Newark ball", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM.\\n145\\nplayers and firemen was displayed on their battered visages-\\nColonel Stoughton was honored with a black eye, and the\\ngallant Seaver fared but little better. The following is a fair\\nrecapitulation of the casualties on both sides\\nBloody noses, fifty-three bunged peepers, eighty-one\\nextraordinary phrenological developments, twenty-nine; shot\\nin the neck, after the engagement, unknown.\\nThe Yermonters fought with the determined energy cha-\\nracterizing them when engaging Jeffs mermidons.\\nTHE BATTLE-CEY OF FREEDOM.\\nYes, we ll rally round the flag, boys,\\nWe ll rally once again,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nWe will rally from the hill-side,\\nWe will rally from the plain,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom.\\nChorus The Union forever Hurrah, hoys, hurrah I\\nDown with the traitors, up with the stars\\nWhile we rally round the flag, boys,\\nBall} once again\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom.\\nWe are springing to the call\\nOf our brothers gone before,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2And we ll fill the vacant ranks\\nWith a million freemen more,\\nShouting the battle-cry of freedom.\\nThe Union forever, etc.\\n10", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE-CRY OF FREEDOM.\\nWe will welcome to our number\\nThe loyal, true, and brave,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nAnd although he may be poor\\nHe shall never be a slave,\\nShouting the battle-cry of freedom.\\nThe Union forever, etc.\\nWe are springing to the call,\\nFrom the East and from the West,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nAnd we ll hurl the rebel crew\\nFrom the land we love the best,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nThe Union forever, etc.\\nWe are marching to the field, boys,\\nGoing to the fight,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nAnd well bear the glorious Stars\\nOf the Union and the Right,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom.\\nThe Union forever, etc.\\nWe ll meet the rebel host, boys,\\nWith fearless hearts and true,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nAnd we ll show what Uncle Sam\\nHas for lo}~al men to do,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom.\\nThe Union forever, etc\\nIf we fall amid the fray, boys,\\nWe will face them to the last,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2069", "width": "2155", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "ANECDOTE OF COLONEL HUGH MCNEILL. K7\\nAnd our comrades brave shall hear us,\\nAs we are rushing past,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom.\\nThe Union forever, etc.\\nYes, for Liberty and Union\\nWe are springing to the fight,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom\\nAnd the victory shall be ours,\\nForever rising in our might,\\nShouting the battle-cry of Freedom.\\nThe Union forever, etc.\\nAN ANECDOTE OF COLONEL HUGH McNEILL.\\nDuring the battle of South Mountain the rebels held a very\\nstrong position. They were posted in the mountain pass, and\\nhad infantry on the heights on every side. Our men were\\ncompelled to carry the place by storm. The position seemed\\nimpregnable large craggy rocks protected the enemy on\\nevery side, while our men were exposed to a galling fire.\\nA band of rebels occupied a ledge on the extreme right, as\\nthe colonel approached with a few of his men. The unseen\\nforce poured upon them a volley. McNeill, on the instant,\\ngave the command\\nPour your fire on those rocks\\nThe Bucktails hesitated it was not an order that they had\\nbeen accustomed to receive they had always picked their\\nmen.\\nFire r thundered the colonel I tell you to fire at those\\nrocks I", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "US ANECDOTE OF COLONEL HUGH M NEILL.\\nThe men obeyed. For some time an irregular fire waa\\nkept up, the Bucktails skeltering themselves, as best they\\ncould, behind trees and rocks. On a sudden McNeill caught\\nsight of two rebels peering through an opening in the works\\nto get an aim. The eyes of the men followed their com-\\nmander, and half a dozen rifles were leveled in that direction.\\nWait a minute, said the colonel I will try my hand.\\nThere is nothing like killing two birds with one stone.\\nThe two rebels were not in line, but one stood a little dis-\\ntance back of the other, while just in front of the foremost was\\na slanting rock. Colonel McNeill seized a rifle, raised it,\\nglanced a moment along the polished barrel a report fol-\\nlowed, and both the rebels disappeared. At that moment a\\nloud cheer a little distance beyond rent the air.\\nAil is right, now, cried the colonel charge the rascals.\\nThe men sprang up among the rocks in an instant. The\\naffrighted rebels turned to run, but encountered another body\\nof the Bucktails, and were obliged to surrender. Not a man\\nof them escaped. Every one saw the object of the colonel s\\norder to fire at random among the rocks. He had sent the\\nparty around to their rear, and meant thus to attract their\\nattention. It was a perfect success.\\nThe two rebels by the opening in the ledge were found\\nlying there stiff and cold. Colonel McNeill s bullet had\\nstruck the slanting rock, in front of them, glanced, and passed\\nthrough both their heads. There it lay beside them, flattened.\\nThe colonel picked it up, and put it in his pocket.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND.\\n149\\nHOW THEY GOT THEIE LIQUOK.\\nThe smuggling of liquors into the Union camps of the\\nPotomac army was carried on very ingeniously, and to a\\nvery great extent. It was ascertained and this was but one\\nof the many cute devices resorted to that parties engaged\\nin bringing liquid offal from the camps in the vicinity of\\nAlexandria, conveyed enormous quantities of liquor across\\nthe Potomac, by constructing their tubs with false bottoms\\none for the liquor and one for the offal. This little trick was\\nat last exposed by a man engaged in the legitimate part of the\\nbusiness, the offal who feared that if the officials should dis-\\ncover the guilty, that all would be adjudged so, and that, in\\nthat way, he would be deprived of the lucrative profits which\\nhe was then realizing. Another mode of getting liquor to\\nthe soldiers, on the opposite side of the Potomac, was more\\ndifficult of prevention. Large numbers of jugs, filled with\\nvillanous whisky, were carried across the river, in true sub-\\nmarine style. Parties had a small wire, coiled on a tackle,\\nby which means they drew bottles and jugs of the critter\\nacross, realizing enormous profits in their sale.\\nTHE STAES AND STEIPES OYEE RICHMOND.\\nThe crowning event of the rebellion was undoubtedly the\\ncapture of Richmond, by the loyal or Federal forces. The\\nmost striking incident of this achievement was the ree stablish-\\nment of the United States, or American flaar, in the rebel\\ncapital, over the rebel capitol, in which the rebel Congress\\nmet and deliberated, and a traitor convention passed the ordi-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "150 THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND.\\nnance of secession, which they vainly hoped would carry\\nVirginia out of the Union. The details of this interesting\\nevent are as follows\\nThe one division of the twenty-fifth and one of the twenty-\\nfourth corps, composing that portion of the army of the\\nJames, which lay on the extreme right of Grant s Army of\\ninvestment, occupied positions within seven miles of the be-\\nleaguered rebel stronghold. From an adjacent hill, Eichmond\\nwas as plainly to be discerned as Port Ewing from the hills\\nabove Barrytown.\\nThis corps was commanded by Major- General Godfrey\\nWeitzel. His chief of the staff was Brigadier-General\\nGeorge P. Shepley, formerly military governor of New\\nOrleans, and lately of Norfolk. His aid-de-camp, Lieutenant\\nJohnston L. de Peyster, had been transferred with his chief\\nto the staff of General Weitzel, and thus became aid-de-camp\\nto the latter. Lieutenant de Peyster belonged to the 13th\\nNew York artillery, and was, as is well known, from Tivoli,\\nRed Hook, Dutchess County, New York.\\nThe night of the 2d and 3d of April was one of intense\\nanxiety and expectation in the Army of the James Through-\\nout the previous day they could hear the tremendous roar of\\nthe terrible battle in which their comrades were engaged, far\\naway across the river upon the extreme left and around\\nPetersburg, and they knew that the next morning, early, they\\nwere to play their dangerous part by assaulting the rebel\\nworks in their front in order to capture Richmond itself.\\nAbout two A. M., April 3d, Lieutenant de Peyster, hearing\\ntremendous explosions, and seeing a vast blaze in the direc-\\ntion of Richmond, mounted the wooden signal tower, about\\nseventy feet high, at General Weitzel s headquarters, and re-\\nported that he could discern a great fire toward Richmond", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND. 151\\nHe could not decide, however, that the city was burning.\\nEfforts were at once made to capture a rebel picket. About\\nthree A. M. they were successful. A prisoner, of the thirty-\\nseventh Virginia artillery, reported that he neither knew\\nwhere his general nor his command were. This led Genera]\\nShepley to believe the rebels were evacuating Kichmond.\\nAbout half past three A. M., a deserter came in and an-\\nnounced that the city was being abandoned. At four A. M.,\\na negro drove into the Federal lines in a buggy, and con-\\nfirmed the glorious news. Joy and exultation at once ab-\\nsorbed every other feeling, and orders were immediately\\ngiven for the troops to move. This was about six A. M.\\nBrevet Brigadier-General Draper s colored brigade led the\\nadvance, along a road strewn with all kinds of abandoned\\nmunitions of war, and amid the roar of bursting shells, which\\nwas terrific. On either side small red flags indicated the\\nposition of buried torpedoes between the two lines of abatis\\nin Weitzel s immediate front. These warning indications\\nthe rebels had not had time to remove. This fortunate inci-\\ndent preserved many lives, as the space was very narrow\\nbetween the explosives.\\nThe rebel defences seemed almost impregnable. Every\\nelevation along the road was defended by fieldworks, and\\nvery strong forts. Two lines of abatis and three lines of rifle-\\npits and earthworks, one within the other, defended every\\navenue of attack and point of advantage. The first and sec-\\nond lines were connected by regular lines of redans and\\nworks the third, near the city and commanding it, discon-\\nnected. If our troops should have had to carry the defences\\nby storm, the loss would have been fearful, since the contest\\nwould have been constantly renewed, because the rebels, as\\nfast as one line of defences was occupied, would only have", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "l52 THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND.\\nhad to fall back into another to recommence the butchery ol\\nthe assailants under every advantage to themselves.\\nBrigadier- General Shepley had brought with him, from\\nISTorfork, a storm flag, which had formerly belonged to the\\ntwelfth Maine volunteers. Of this regiment he had been\\noriginally colonel. This flag had floated triumphantly over\\nthe St. Charles Hotel at New Orleans. This latter building\\nwas the headquarters of General Butler, to whom General\\nShepley had acted as chief of staff. Shepley had previously,\\nin sport, made the remark that the flag referred to would do\\nto float over Eichmond, and that he hoped to see it there.\\nLieutenant de Peyster, who heard this, asked the general if\\nhe would allow him to raise it for him. Shepley baid,\\nYes, if you bring it with you, and take care of it, you shall\\nraise it in Eichmond. As the twenty-fifth corps left their\\nlines to advance toward Eichmond, the aid asked his general\\nif he recollected his promise about the flag. Yes, go tc my\\ntent and get the flag, and carry it on your saddle I \u00c2\u00bbviil\\nsend you to raise it if we get in.\\nApril 3, six A. M., General Weitzel and his staff, together\\nmore than thirty officers, each having an orderly following\\nin the rear, galloped on through the wrecks of the retreating\\nrebels and the columns of the advancing Federals. As soon\\nas they entered the suburbs of the rebel capital, the shouts\\nof welcome broke forth. Meanwhile several arsenals, stored\\nwith shells, were burning. The explosions of the missiles\\nmingled into one continuous roar. Even as they drew near\\nthe capitol itself, the populace rushed into the streets to hail\\ntheir deliverers, or shake hands with them. In fact, their\\nwhole line of march within the suburbs was thronged with\\nmen, women, and boys, colored and white, all shouting wel-\\ncome. The excitement was intense. Old men, gray, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND. 153\\nscarred with, many battles, acted the part of boys, hurrahing\\nand yelling at the top of their voices. Meanwhile, the male\\nnegroes were bowing down to the ground, and the sable\\nmatrons chorusing with all their strength of lungs, Bress\\nde Lord de year ob jubilee hab come\\nWhen near the foot of Shockoe Hill, the high, abrupt ele-\\nvation, whose front is crowned by the capitol, Lieutenant de\\nPeyster spurred on through the promiscuous throng up to\\nthe capitol itself. This building, the most conspicuous object\\nin Richmond, owes every thing to its size and position, since\\nneither the architecture nor the material corresponds with\\nthe site and proportions. The front, with its Ionic colon-\\nnade, looked down upon the business part of the city, which\\nwas all ablaze. The rear faced the fashionable quarter of\\nRichmond, an elevated plain, considered the most eligible\\nlocality for private residences. The capitol had two flag-\\nstaffs, one at either end of the roof. Upon the front one an\\nenormous rebel flag had been displayed, which, when not\\nextended by the wind, trailed down to the steps below. This\\nhad been torn down, and had been partially rent into thou-\\nsands of pieces, to be preserved as mementoes of the occasion.\\nUpon the staff in the rear, in full sight of the domiciles of the\\nmagnates and sympathizers, the first real American flag\\nwas raised by Lieutenant de Peyster.\\nThat flag which had been consigned to his care for that\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2very purpose, which he had carried into the city buckled to\\nhis saddle, which had floated in like triumph over the Ores\\ncent City of the south, the first real American flag hoisted\\nover the rebel capitol, was raised by a Dutchess county officer,\\naged eighteen, in the presence of Captain Langdon, chief of\\nartillery to the staff of Major-General Weitzel. As it rose\\naloft, displayed itself, and steadily streamed out in the strong", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "154 THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND.\\ngale, which was filling the air with fiery flakes from the adja-\\ncent conflagration, it was hailed with deafening shouts by the\\nredeemed populace, who swarmed the open space below and\\naround.\\nA short time before this real flag-raising, Major Atherton\\nH. Stevens, of the fourth Massachusetts cavalry, and Major\\nE. Graves, of General Weitzel s staff, had elevated or hoisted\\ntwo cavalry guidons, small swallow-tailed flags, with the\\nstaffs to which they were attached. These were so small that\\nthey were scarcely visible, if visible at all, from the streets\\nbelow. Moreover, it should be remembered that there is a\\nvast difference, as to honor and possession, between planting\\nthese, and hoisting a United States flag, the true emblem and\\nact of occupation and triumph. Therefore, as conceded, to\\nLieutenant de Peyster belongs the historic glory of being the\\nfirst to run up the first real American flag, selected and\\ncarried in by him for that very purpose, over the chief build-\\ning of a city pre-eminently the stronghold and seat of life of\\nthe rebellion.\\nThat this hoisting the flag was not attended with great\\nperil, detracts in no manner whatever from the merit of the\\nachievement, inasmuch as, when it occurred, a letter dated,\\nMarch 28, in the Field, had already been received in New\\nYork, stating that Lieutenant de Peyster was pledged to his\\ngeneral, if Eichmond were taken, to put a certain flag on\\nthe house of Jefferson Davis, or on the rebel capitol, or perish\\nin the attempt. Every thing was perfectly prepared for an\\nintended assault when General Shepley and his aid discov-\\nered that the works which they were ready to storm had\\nbeen abandoned.\\nHaving, amid gale, tumult, and triumph, drank upon the\\nroof to the success of our arms, the young aid-de-camp went", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0196.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "THE STARS AND STRIPES OYER RICHMOND. 155\\ndo wd into the private room of Jefferson Davis in the custom-\\nhouse, at the foot of the hill, and thence wrote a letter de-\\nscribing the entrance of the loyal army, which reached New\\nYork the same day (April 6), on which the Commercial\\nAdvertiser published a telegram from its own correspondent,\\nstating that to Lieutenant G. [should be J.] L. de Peyster\\nand to General Shepley belong the honor of hoisting our\\nflag on the capitol of Eichmond. This was corroborated by\\nthe correspondent of the New York Herald, dated Herald\\nBooms, Richmond, Virginia, April 11, three P.M. Pub-\\nlished 13th, A. M.\\nLieutenant de Peyster was subsequently quartered in the\\nresidence of Jefferson Davis. He describes the house as a\\nperfect gem, as to interior arrangements, although the exte-\\nrior was altogether unattractive. The furniture was magnifi-\\ncent rosewood the predominant material. Large pierglasses\\nwere to be found in every room. Some of the mirrors were\\nenormous. The floors were covered with splendid carpets\\nso thick that the foot actually sunk into their rich material.\\nAll this lavish expenditure was made in accordance with the\\nacts of the rebel or Confederate Congress, while the people\\nwere naked and starving, and their army in want of shoes.\\nAt the age of sixteen, Lieutenant de Peyster greatly\\nassisted in raising a company for the regiment of Colonel\\nCowles. Almost all the recruits from the northern district\\nof the town of Eed Hook and adjacent, were due to his exer-\\ntions and the contributions of his relations and connections.\\nAlthough he was actually in command for a few days, it\\nwas by some trickery he lost the fruit of his labors. Colonel\\nCowles expressed a very high opinion of him as an officer,\\nand regretted that he could not retain him. In the spring of\\n1864 he was mustered into the thirteenth New York artillery,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0197.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "156\\nGENERAL HOOKER AND THE BRIGADIER.\\nand appointed post adjutant to Major Hasler s battalion.\\nThence he was transferred to the staff of Brigadier-General\\nShepley, military governor of Norfolk, afterwards chief of\\nstaff to General Weitzel before Eichmond, and first loyal\\nmilitary governor of the rebel capital.\\nOn the 28th of June, Lieutenant de Peyster received official\\nnotice that his Excellency, Governor Fenton, in pursuance\\nof the extraordinary powers vested in him by the legislature\\nthe last winter, had breveted him a lieutenant-colonel for\\nhis meritorious conduct as a New York volunteer in the ser\\nvice of the United States, and for raising the first national\\nensign over the capitol in Richmond, Yirginia, after the\\ninsurgents were driven therefrom.\\nHOW GENERAL HOOKER TALKED TO A CAYAL-\\nRY BRIGADIER.\\nSaid he, to a brigadier of cavalry, I know the South, and\\nI know the North. In point of skill, of intelligence, and of\\npluck, the rebels will not compare with our men, if they are\\nequally well led. Our soldiers are a better quality of men.\\nThey are better fed, better clothed, better armed, and infinitely\\nbetter mounted for the rebels are fully half mounted on\\nmules, and their animals get but two rations of forage per\\nweek, while ours get seven. Now, with such soldiers, and\\nsuch a cause as we have behind them the best cause since\\nthe world began we ought to be invincible, and, by sir,\\nwe shallbel You have got to stop those disgraceful cavalry\\nsurprises. Ill have no more of them. I give you full power\\nover your officers, to arrest, cashier, shoot whatever you", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0198.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "THE SURRENDER OF YICKSBURG.\\n15V\\nwill only you must stop these 1 surprises. And, by sir,\\nif you don t do it, I give you fair notice, I will relieve the\\nwhole of you, and take the command of the cavalry myself!\\nTHE SURRENDER OF YICKSBURG-.\\nA correspondent gives the following interesting particu-\\nlars of the surrender of the city\\nAs melancholy a sight as ever man witnessed, for brave\\nmen conquered and humbled, no matter how vile the cause\\nfor which they fight, present always a sorrowful spectacle\\nand these foes of ours, traitors and enemies of liberty and\\ncivilization though they be, are brave, as many a harcl-fo light\\nfield can attest. They marched oat of their intrenchmcnts\\nby regiments upon the grassy declivity immediately outside\\ntheir fort they stacked their arms, hung their colors upon\\nthe centre, laid off their knapsacks, belts, cartridge-boxes, and\\ncap-pouches, and thus shorn of the accoutrements of the\\nsoldier, returned inside their w r orks, and thence down the\\nJackson road into the city. The meu went through the cere-\\nmony with that downcast look so touching on a soldier s face;\\nnot a word was spoken there was none of that gay badinage\\nwe are so much accustomed to hear from the ranks of regi-\\nments marching through our streets the few words of com-\\nmand necessary were given by their own officers in that low\\ntone of voice we hear used at funerals. Generals McPherson,\\nLogan, and Forney, attended by their respective staffs, stood\\non the rebel breastworks, overlooking a scene never before\\nwitnessed on this continent. The rebel troops, as to clothing,\\npresented that varied appearance, so familiar in the North", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0199.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "158\\nTHE SURRENDER OF VICKSBURG.\\nfrom seeing prisoners, and were from Texas, Alabama, Missis-\\nsippi, Louisiana, Georgia, and Missouri; the arms were\\nmostly muskets and rifles of superior excellence, and I saw-\\nbut very few shot-guns, or indiscriminate weapons of any\\nkind it was plain that Pemberton had a splendidly-appointed\\narmy. Their flags were of a kind new to me all I saw being\\ncut in about the same dimensions as our regimental colors, all\\nof the single color, red, with a white cross in the centre.\\nThe ceremony of stacking arms occupied a little over an\\nhour upon that part of the lines and, when it was concluded,\\nthe glittering cavalcade of officers, Federal and rebel, mounted,\\nand swept cityward, on the full gallop, through such clouds\\nof dust as I hope never to ride through again. A few\\nminutes, fortunately, brought us to a halt at a house, on the\\nextreme outskirts of the city, built of stone, in the southern\\nfashion, with low roof and wide verandas, and almost hidden\\nfrom view, in an exuberance of tropical trees, and known as\\nForney s headquarters.\\nu And here were gathered all the notables of both armies.\\nIn a damask-cushioned armed rocking-chair, sat Lieutenant-\\nGeneral Pemberton, the most discontented-looking man I\\never saw. Presently there appeared in the midst of the\\nthrong a man, small in stature, heavily set, stoop-shouldered,\\na broad face, covered with a short, sandy beard, habited in a\\nplain suit of blue flannel, with the two stars upon his shoulder,\\ndenoting a major-general in the United States army. He\\napproached Pemberton, and entered into conversation with\\nhim there was no vacant chair near, but neither Pemberton\\nnor any of his generals offered him a seat and thus for five\\nminutes the conqueror stood talking to the vanquished seated,\\nwhen Grant turned away into the house, and left Pemberton\\nalone, with his pride or his grief it was hard to tell which.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0200.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "INCIDENTS OF SHILOE.\\n159\\nGrant has the most impassive of faces, and seldom, if ever, are\\nhis feelings photographed upon his countenance but there\\nwas then, as he contemplanted the result of his labors, the\\nfaintest possible trace of inward satisfaction peering out of his\\ncold gray eyes. All this occupied less time than this recital\\nof it; and, meantime, officers of both armies were commingled\\nconversing as sociably as if they had not been aiming at each\\nother s lives a few hours before. Generals McPherson and\\nLogan now turned back toward our camps to bring in the\\nlatter s division; and a party, specially detailed, galloped\\ncityward, about a mile distant, for the purpose of hoisting the\\nflag over the court-house.\\nLieutenant-Colonel William E. Strong, assisted by Ser-\\ngeant B. F. Dugan, fourth company Ohio Independent Cavalry,\\nand followed by a numerous throng of officers, soldiers, and\\ncivilians, ascended to the cupola of the court-house; and at\\nhalf-past eleven o clock on the fourth of July, 1863, flung out\\nour banner of beauty and glory to the breeze.\\nINCIDENTS OF SHILOH.\\nEarly on Monday morning, General Nelson dispatched\\nan orderly from a cavalry company to the river with a mes-\\nsage. The general waited in vain for an answer, and the day\\nwore away without hearing from the messenger. General\\nNelson was furious, and directed, the following day, a search\\nto be made for the orderly. He was, after sorrn trouble,\\nfound and taken immediately to headquarters. He was\\ncalled upon for as account, and said, in a brief, off-hand\\nmanner, that when he got to the river, he found several", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0201.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "160\\nGEN. ROSECRANS AND PAT S FURLO\\nthousand skulkers, and six hundred of these agreed to go\\ninto action if they could find a leader. The young cavalry-\\nman promptly offered himself, and as promptly led the men\\ninto the hottest of the fight. He reported to General Crit-\\ntenden, was assigned a position which he maintained all day,\\nlosing from his impromptu command ten men killed and fifty\\nwounded. The general was so well pleased with the young\\nman and his gallant conduct, that he immediately sent his\\nname to General Buell, and instead of being a private, he is\\nnow a commissioned officer.\\nA begrimed individual, face several shades blacker than\\nthe ace of spades, and continually deepening in color from a\\ncontact with powder, hurriedly ran up to Captain Pick\\nEassell and asked for a few rounds of cartridges. Give\\nme some, for God s sake, captain right down here I have a\\nbully place, and every time I fire, down goes a secesher.\\nHe was accommodated, and while the captain was filling his\\ncartridge-box, the fellow was loading his piece. After being\\nsupplied, he dashed to the left and disappeared in the woods.\\nA roar of musketry in the direction he took was kept up all\\nday, but whether he escaped or not has not been ascertained.\\nGENERAL EQSECEANS AND PAT S FUELO\\nGeneral Eosecrans was reviewing the lamented Briga-\\ndier-General Nelson s old division. He took unusual interest\\nin that band of veterans, who so long and so nobly had de-\\nfended their country. He rode along alone between the\\nranks, talking to the men, and inquiring into their individual\\nwants. Some wanted shoes, some blankets, some an increase", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0202.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "A SCENE IN WAR.\\n161\\nof rations, etc. Finally the general stopped in front of an\\nIrishman, apparently well pleased with his soldierly appear-\\nance.\\nWell, Pat, says the general, and what do you want\\nA furlo\\\\ plase your honor answered Pat.\\nYou ll do, Pat! said the general, as he rode away,\\nlaughing.\\nA SCENE IN WAK.\\nChaplain Quint relates the following painful episode in\\nwar\\nIt was a military execution. The person thus punished\\nbelonged to the third Maryland. His crime was desertion.\\nIt was his second offence. For the first he had been sentenced\\nonly to three months labor and loss of pay for the second,\\ndeath\\nWhile the amy was passing through Frederick, Mary-\\nland, he had got out of camp. His regiment passed on, and\\nhe went to Baltimore. Arrested there, he was returned to\\nthe army, was Gonvicted, and was sentenced.\\nOn Tuesday his sentence was formally read to him. He\\nwas to be shot to death with musketry on the next Friday,\\nbetween the hours of noon and four p. M. But he had learned\\nthe decision on the Sunday before.\\nThere is no chaplain to the third Maryland regiment.\\nBut Chaplain Welsh, of the fifth Connecticut, in the same\\nbrigade, ministered to him in spiritual matters faithfully, and\\nlike himself, day by day. At last it [ell to me to see him, and\\nto be with him during most of hh remaining hours. But\\n11", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0203.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "162\\nA SCENE IN WAR.\\nwhat could be done, in the way of instruction, had been-done\\nbj Mr. Welsh, and for it the man was grateful.\\nThe day of his execution was wet and gloomy. I found\\nhim in the morning in the midst of the provost guard. He\\nwas sitting on a bag of grain, leaning against a tree, while a\\nsentry, with fixed bayonet, stood behind, never turning away\\nfrom him, and never to turn away, save as another took his\\nplace, until the end. Useless seemed the watch, for arms and\\nfeet had been secured, though not painfully, since the sentence\\nwas read.\\nThe captain of the guard had humanely done all he\\ncould, and it was partly by his request that I was there. A\\nchaplain could minister where others could not be allowed.\\nThe rain fell silently on him. The hours of his life\\nwere numbered even the minutes. He was to meet death,\\nnot in the shock and excitement of battle not as a martyr\\nfor his country not in disease but in full health, and as a\\ncriminal.\\nI have seen many a man die, and have tried to perform\\nthe sacred duties of my station. I have never had so painful\\na task as that, because of these circumstances. Willingly,\\ngladly, he conversed, heard, and answered. What he said is,\\nof course, not a matter for publicity for the interviews of a\\nminister with the one with whom he has official relations are\\nsacred everywhere. Yet, while painful is such a work, it\\nhas its bright side, because of the exceeding great and\\nprecious promises it is one s privilege to tell.\\nWhen the time came for removal to the place of execu-\\ntion, he entered an ambulance, a chaplain accompanying him.\\nNext, in another ambulance, was the coffin. Before, behind,\\nand on either side, a guard. Half a mile of this sad journey\\nbrought him to within a short distance of the spot. Theo", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0204.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "A SCENE IN WAR.\\n163\\n.eaving the ambulance, he walked to the place selected. The\\nrain had stopped. The sun was shining on the dark lines of\\nthe whole division drawn up on three sides of a hollow\\nsquare. With guard in front and rear, he passed with steady\\nstep through an opening left in the head of the square, still\\nwith the chaplain, and to the open side. There was a grave\\njust dug, and in front of it was his coffin placed. He sat\\nupon his coffin his feet were re-confined, to allow of which\\nhe lifted them voluntarily, and his eyes were bandaged.\\nIn front of him, the firing party, of two from each regi-\\nment, were then drawn up half held as reserve during\\nwhich there was still a little time for words with his chaplain.\\nThe general stood by, and the provost-marshal read the sen-\\ntence, and shook hands with the condemned. Then a prayer\\nwas offered, amid uncovered heads and solemn faces. A last\\nhand-shake with the chaplain, which he had twice requested\\na few words from him to the chaplain a lingering pressure\\nby the hand of the condemned his lips moving with a\\nprayer-sentence which he had been taught, and on which his\\nthoughts had dwelt before, and he was left alone.\\nThe word of command was immediately given. He fell\\nover instantly, unconscious. A record of wounds was made\\nby the surgeons. The troops filed by his grave on the banks\\nof the swollen stream, and then passed off, under cover of the\\nwoods, as they had come, to avoid being seen by the enemy.\\nAnd so, twenty years old, and with only a mother and sister,\\nhe was left there. The sun was soon covered with clouds,\\nand the rain poured down on his solitary grave.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0205.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "TO CANAAN.\\nTO CANAAN\\nA SONG OF THE SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND.\\nBY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.\\nWhere are you going, soldiers,\\nWith banner, gun, and sword\\nWere marching south to Canaan\\nTo battle for the Lord\\nWhat Captain leads your armies\\nAlong the rebel coasts\\nThe Mighty one of Israel,\\nHis name is Lord of Hosts\\nTo Canaan, to Canaan,\\nThe Lord has led us forth,\\nTo blow before the heathen walls,\\nThe trumpets of the North\\nWhat flag is this you carry\\nAlong the sea and shore\\nThe same our grandsires lifted up,\\nThe same our fathers bore\\nIn many a battle s tempest\\nIt shed the crimson rain\\nWhat God has woven in his loom\\nLet no man rend in twain\\nTo Canaan, to Canaan,\\nThe Lord has led us forth,\\nTo plant upon the rebel towers\\nThe banners of the North\\nWhat troop is this that follows,\\nAll armed with picks and spades\\nThese are the swarthy bondsmen,\\nThe iron-skin brigades", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0206.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "TO CANAAN.\\nThey ll pile up freedom s breastwork,\\nThey ll scoop out rebels graves\\nWho then will be their owner,\\nAnd march them off for slaves\\nTo Canaan, to Canaan,\\nThe Lord has led us forth,\\nTo strike upon the captive s chain\\nThe hammers of the North\\nWhat song is this you re singing\\nThe same that Israel sung,\\nWhen Moses led the mighty choir,\\nAnd Miriam s timbrel rung I\\nTo Canaan to Canaan\\nThe priests and maidens cried\\nTo Canaan to Canaan\\nThe people s voice replied.\\nTo Canaan, to Canaan,\\nThe Lord has led us forth,\\nTo thunder through its adder-dens\\nThe anthem of the North\\nWhen Canaan s hosts are scattered,\\nAnd all her walls lie flat,\\nWhat follows next in order\\nThe Lord will see to that\\nWe ll break the tyrant s sceptre,\\nWe ll build the people s throne\\nWhen half the world is freedom s,\\nThen all the world s our own\\nTo Canaan, to Canaan,\\nThe Lord has led us forth,\\nTo sweep the rebel threshing floor,\\nA whirlwind from the North I", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0207.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "166\\nTHE MARCH TO NASHVILLE.\\nTEE MAECH TO NASHYILLE.\\nA soldiee-weitee, on the march to Nashville, in the\\nautumn of 1862, narrates the following\\nI engaged in a pleasant two hours chat with General\\nRousseau, and found him an agreeable and entertaining con\\nversationist. There is no compromise in him, except in the\\nUnion. He holds that a rebel has no rights under our consti-\\ntution. Eight or ten of the gentry called on him near\\nMitchellville, and commenced using treasonable language.\\nThe general peremptorily ordered them to cease, as he had\\nheard all he wanted of such talk.\\nWell, but, general, I understand you are a Kentuckian\\nyou don t go in for any abolition document like Lincoln has\\njust issued, do you\\nlt 1 No matter, sir, what I like you have no right to com-\\nplain.\\n1 Why, you don t approve of their stealing our negroes,\\ndo you V\\n1 1 approve, sir, of any thing my government does to put\\ndown the rebellion and any thing you love I hate.\\nWell, why don t you take our houses and lands?\\n1 Well, sir, if we wanted them, I go in for that, too take\\nevery thing you have, and drive you to the dominions of\\nJeff Davis, whom you love so much and, so far as lies in\\nmy power, I will drive every one of you beyond our lines,\\naccording to all rules of war, where you cannot do us injury\\nas spies. Yes, sir, I would send you all to Jeff Davis, or\\nhell.\\nSoon after the above, a tattered specimen of gawky\\nignorance entered the general s tent.\\nWell, sir, said the general, what will you have?", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0208.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "THE MARCH TO NASHVILLE.\\n167\\n1 1 kem over here for pertection.\\n1 Are you a Union man However, continued he, 1 you\\nare all Union men now; it is scarcely worth asking the\\nquestion.\\nWell, general, said the Tennesseean, I m not an aber\\nlitionist I don t go in for\\n0, go to my adjutant, Captain Pohrman. I m tired of\\nsuch evasions. If you deserve protection, you shall have it\\nif noo, you must accept the consequences of the calamity you\\nhave aided in bringing upon your own bead.\\nI heard a good story told of a joke played off by a seces-\\nsion wag, a short time since, upon General Keg-ley. A\\nwhisky-drinking, facetious joker, residing in the town of\\nGooletsville, a strong secesh hole, in which there never was\\nbut one Union man, and he died. Well, this wag wagered a\\ngallon of whiskey that he could go into Nashville, and go all\\nover the city, notwithstanding the strictness of General Neg-\\nley s orders further, that he would see Negley personally,\\nand talk with him. The bet was taken, and this fellow,\\nwhose name is Paul, well known in Nashville as a violent\\nsecessionist, the next day took a flag of truce, rode into the\\ncity, saw crowds of his friends, rode up to the headquarters\\nof General Kegley, and demanded the surrender of the city,\\nstating that he was Assistant -Adjutant Paul, and that there\\nwas an immense quantity of troops ready to enforce the de-\\nmand. General Negley refused to entertain the thought of a\\nsurrender, and Paul returned to Gooletsville, having won his\\nbet.\\nGeneral Negley found it out when too late. It wouldn t\\ndo to try that game again in Nashville.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0209.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "168\\nINCIDENT AT ANTIETAM.\\nINCIDENT AT ANTIETAM.\\nOne of the correspondents who was with the division of\\nGeneral Sturgis at the battle of Antietam gives the following\\naccount of the part taken by that division in the contest\\nOur division, under General Sturgis, were on the extrem\\nleft, and were not placed in line until about five o clock p. M.,\\nwhen a double-quick movement took place, and the whole\\ndivision started like Bengal tigers let loose for prey. They\\nran through a galling fire of shot and shell until they were\\nwithin reach of the enemy s musketry, when a heavy fire\\nopened on us, which General Nagle (commanding our bri-\\ngade) saw at once would decimate the brigade, and so the\\norder came to charge bayonets. Promptly the glistening\\nsteel was placed in position and here one of the most bril-\\nliant bayonet charges took place that has been seen during\\nthe war. The brigade had to charge up hill, over stone\\nwalls and other obstructions, and met the enemy at great dis-\\nadvantage. The Massachusetts thirty-fifth regiment was put\\nin order of battle, and did great execution at the first onset.\\nIn General ISTagle s brigade and Sturgis division was also the\\nninth regiment New Hampshire volunteers, Colonel Fellows,\\none of the most experienced colonels in the army. It was a\\nhandsome sight to see him put his regiment into action.\\nWhen the clear, sonorous order came from Colonel Fellows,\\n1 Charge bayonets every eye gleamed in the Bloody Ninth,\\nas the brigade now called the regiment. Every man threw\\naway his knapsack, blanket, and haversack, and leaped over a\\nstone wall six feet high with a yell that fairly sent terror\\nthrough the rebel ranks opposite. With eyes gleaming with\\njoy and determination, and every bayonet fixed, they charged\\nup the hill and through the corn-field at double-quick with a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0210.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "HOW A CAPTAIN WAS CAPTURED.\\n169\\nyell of perfect triumph. Colonel Fellows and Lieutenant-\\nColonel Titus astonished the old veterans in the service by\\nthe manner in which they brought the ninth New Hampshire\\nvolunteers into the action. It was a grand and magnificent\\nsight, and one seldom seen in battle. The rebels fled before\\nthem, and every rebel regiment bioke and ran. General\\nEeno fell beside the ninth New Hampshire volunteers and\\nthe thirty-fifth Massachusetts about dark, just in the moment\\nof victory.\\nANECDOTE OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN.\\nSome one was smoking in the presence of the President,\\nand complimented him on having no vices, neither drinking\\nnor smoking. That is a doubtful compliment, answered\\nthe President. I recollect once being outside a stage in\\nIllinois, and a man sitting by me offered me a cigar. I told\\nhim I had no vices. He said nothing, smoked for some\\ntime, and then grunted out, 1 It s my experience that folks\\nwho have no vices have plagu^ few virtues.\\nHOW A CAPTAIN WAS CAPTURED.\\nI was officer of the guard, on as bright a July day as\\never dawned on creation; and though it was oppressively\\nwarm, as early as guard mounting, eight o clock, yet that\\ninteresting ceremony had passed off magnificently, and I was\\npreparing to go the grand rounds immediately after the call\\nfor the second relief, when Lieutenant H. the old officer of", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0211.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "170\\nHOTT A CAPTAIN WAS CAPTURED.\\nthe guard, sent his respects, with an earnest request for me\\nto call on him at his marque e for special consultation.\\nH 1 is brewing at post number twelve/ said he, as he took\\nme by the hand, and this fellow will tell you what he saw\\nthere and you may rely upon trouble there before to-mor\\nrow. An I saw nothing at all, at all, but a ghost sure,\\nsaid the Irish soldier it came out of the hill forenent the\\nold graveyard, shook its fist at me as it passed, and went into\\nthe bush towards the fort.\\nHow did it look? inquired H.\\n1 Look indade, how should it look, but like a woman\\ndraped in white, with eyes of fire\\nAn hour after, I was carefullv searching the ground in\\nthe vicinity of post number twelve, when my ears were sa-\\nluted with the well-known cry of, Buy any pies n cakes\\nall clean and new twenty-five cents for the pies, two cakes\\nfor a penny.\\nWhere is your pa^s, my good lady, if you are a camp\\nfollower and why are you here among the rocks and\\nbushes, if you wish to sell your marketing? said G.\\nI am the honest wife of Pat Maloney, of the fourteenth\\nMaryland, and sthopped here to rest me weary limbs afther\\ncoming five miles down from me home in the hill, your\\nhonor\\nYery likely, said I; but you will please march down\\nto the camp, and submit to a slight inspection of your basket\\nand papers, if you have any.\\n1 I have no papers, sir and why should you put a loyal\\nwoman, and a wife of a Union soldier, to this trouble, bad\\nluck till ye\\nu You will not be harmed, madam. If you are a loyal\\nwoman, as you say, you will see the propriety of so doing.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0212.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "HOW A CAPTAIN WAS CAPTURED. 171\\nu Cakes and pies, sure enough, but no papers and I began\\nto believe that there was no connection between her and\\nPat s ghost; but why should she wear a pair of men s\\nboots\\nOch, these were the boots me husband wore before he\\nlisted, sure!\\nAnd so the captain, somewhat given to gallantry, volun-\\nteered to accompany her to her friends, two miles toward\\nher home in the hill, where she was to give positive proof\\nthat she was 1 neither a spy nor a ghost. And away they\\nwent, a single soldier only accompanying them, amid the\\nill-suppressed laughter of the regiment.\\nNoon, one o clock, two o clock, and no tidings of the\\ncaptain! What was to be done? A squadron of cavalry\\nwas ordered to dash up the hill, reconnoitre, and report.\\nAnd then time wore heavily away for an hour, when the\\ncavalry charged into camp and up to headquarters, when\\ninstantly the long roll was beat, and in five minutes the\\nregiment was under arms in line of battle. A perfect si-\\nlence ensued, and the adjutant read the following note\\n1 Colonel D. I am willing to exchange the pies, cakes\\nand basket for the soldier and the d d fool captain whom 1\\ncaught with crinoline. Pedlers and ghosts are at a premium\\nin these parts just now. Yours, in haste,\\nBland, First Lieutenant C. S. A.\\nThe soldier s musket was found four miles from camp,\\nwith the note from the woman lieutenant sticking on the\\npoint of the bayonet and so the captain was captured.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0213.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "172\\nANECDOTE OF GENERAL GRANT.\\nANECDOTE OF GEK GKANT.\\nJSTo small pains were taken by certain partisan leaders\\nwhile General Grant was at Yicksburg, to inveigle him into\\nsome debate, or the expression of some definite idea or\\nopinion relative to the state of the various political parties\\nof the country, and their professed tenets. The general,\\nhowever, was not thus to be drawn out. He had never\\nattached himself to any mere partisan organization, and all\\nthe various political issues or questions were, to him, entirely\\nsubordinate to the great and single object of crushing the\\nrebellion.\\nWhile operating in the vicinity of Yicksburg, his pro-\\nfessed political friends paid a visit to his headquarters, and\\nafter a short time spent in compliments, they touched upon\\nthe never-ending subject of politics. One of the party was\\nin the midst of a very flowery speech, using all his rhetorical\\npowers to induce the general, if possible, to view matters in\\nthe same light as himself, when he was suddenly stopped by\\nGrant.\\nThere is no use of talking politics to me. I know\\nnothing about them, and, furthermore, I do not know of any\\nperson among my acquaintances who does. But, continued\\nhe, there is one subject with which I am perfectly ac-\\nquainted talk of that, and I am your man.\\nWhat is that, general asked the politicians, in great\\nsurprise.\\nTanning leather, was the reply.\\nThe subj ect was immediately changed,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0214.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "GENERAL GKANT DEFINES HIS POSITION.\\n173\\nA PENITENT FELLOW.\\nColonel Gillem was one day reprimanding one of his\\nsoldiers, who was slightly intoxicated at the time. After the\\ncolonel had concluded, the soldier remarked, Yez wuddint\\nhave occasion to talk of me so ef I had a pistol. The\\ncolonel, much astonished, asked, Well, sir, what would you\\ndo if you had a pistol a Why, I d shoot myself, sir.\\nGENERAL GRANT DEFINES HIS POSITION.\\nGeneral Grant was one day busy with his military plans,\\nin the inner part of his tent. His maps, rules, and compasses,\\nweie all in use. His mind ranged over the vast extent of\\ncountry under his control. Mountains were scaled, rivers\\nforded, swamps bridged, deserts traversed, forests threaded,\\nstorms and sunshine were overcome, and he was master of\\nthe situation. He was just laying out his plan of a projected\\nbattle, intensely occupied with the marshalling of his troops,\\nin their best positions for victory, when his ear caught the\\ninquiry, put to his orderly, in a strong, foreign accent\\nIs de generawl in\\nThen came the reply, in a firm, decided tone, which Gene-\\nral Grant understood instantly\\nYes, sir, the commanding general is in but he is very\\nbusy, sir.\\nCould I zee him a few momenz\\nHe ordered me to say, sir, that he would be very much\\noccupied for some time.\\nOn de advance, eh? interrupted the intruder. Den he\\nis going down furder to de cotton regione", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0215.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "174\\nTHE CAPTURE OF FORT M ALLISTER.\\nI can t say where he is going, sir I don t know. Y ot\\nmust leave.\\nStranger became more excited, and his accent more peculiar.\\nMine young vrend, I have one important proposals to\\nmake de generawl, a proposals, mine young vrend\\nI can t hear your 1 proposal. Step out, sir\\nSdop, mine young vrend, sdop one letle momend. You\\nzay to de generawl dat I will make it one gran objecs for\\nim one rich speculation! You understan eh?\\nThe orderly was about to force the base interloper out, with\\nan added word of military admonition, when General Grant\\ncame quickly forward. He had heard the whole conversa-\\ntion, and comprehended the entire case in a moment. It was\\na covert assault on his nice sense of honor, and he was deter-\\nmined to punish it on the spot. Stepping to the open front\\nof his tent, the general seized the rascally operator by the\\ncollar, and, lifting him several inches from the ground, applied\\nthe toe of his boot to him in such a manner that he was\\npitched out headlong, falling on the muddy ground, at a\\ndistance of nearly ten feet. Before the orderly could recover\\nfrom his surprise, the general had quietly retired to his inner\\napartment, and the next moment was as busily engaged with\\nhis maps, and plan of campaign, as if nothing had happened.\\nsherman watching the capture of fort\\nMcAllister.\\nOn the evening of the 12th of December, 1864, General\\nHoward, commanding one of the wings of Sherman s grand\\narmy, in Georgia, relieved Hazen s second division of the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0216.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "THE CAPTURE OF FORT m ALLISIER.\\n175\\nfifteenth corps, by a part of the seventeenth, and threw it\\nacross the Little Ogeechee, toward the Great Ogeechee, with\\nthe view of crossing it to Ossabaw island, and reducing Fort\\nMcAllister, which held the river. The Confederates had de-\\nstroyed King s bridge, across the Great Ogeechee, and this\\nhad to be repaired. Captain Reese, topographical engineer\\nof Howard s staff, with the Missouri engineers, prepared the\\ntimber, and bridged the one thousand feet of river during the\\nnight and, on the morning of the 13th, Hazen crossed, and\\nmoved toward the point where Fort McAllister obstructed\\nthe river. Kilpatrick, in the meantime, had moved down to\\nSt. Catharine s Sound, opened communication with the fleet,\\nand asked permission to storm Fort McAllister; but Sher-\\nman did not give his consent, considering it questionable\\nwhether the cavalry, with its poor facilities and small supply\\nof artillery, could succeed.\\nHazen made his arrangements to storm the fort on the\\nafternoon of the 13th; Generals Sherman and Howard being\\nat Cheroe s rice mill, on the Ogeechee, opposite Fort McAllis-\\nter. Sherman was on the roof of the mill, surrounded by his\\nstaff and signal officers, Beckley and Cole, waiting to commu-\\nnicate with Hazen, on the island. While patiently waiting\\nfor Hazen s signals, Sherman s keen eye detected smoke in\\nthe horizon, seaward. Up to this time he had received no\\nintelligence from the fleet. In a moment the countenance of\\nthe bronzed chieftain lightened up, and he exclaimed\\nLook, Howard there is the gunboat I\\nTime passed on, and the vessel now became visible, yet no\\nsignal from the fleet or Hazen. Half an hour passed, and\\nthe guns of the fort opened simultaneously, with puffs of\\nsmoke that rose a few hundred yards from the fort, showing\\nthat Hazen s skirmishers had opened. A moment after, Hazen\\nsignaled", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0217.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "176\\nTHE CAPTURE OF FORT M ALLISTER.\\nI have invested the fort, and will assault immediately.\\nAt this moment, Beckley announces, A signal from the\\ngunboat. All eyes are turned from the fort to the gunboat\\nthat is coming to their assistance with news from home. A\\nfew messages pass, which apprise that Foster and Dahlgren\\nare within speaking distance. The gunboat now halts and\\nasks\\nCan we run up Is Fort McAllister ours\\nNo, is the reply; Hazen is just ready to storm it. Can\\nyou assist\\nYes, is the reply. What will you have us do\\nBut before Sherman can reply to Dahlgren, the thunders\\nof the fort are heard, and the low sound of small arms is\\nborne across the three miles of marsh and river. Field\\nglasses are opened, and, sitting flat upon the roof, the hero of\\nAtlanta gazes away off to the fort. There they go, grandly\\nnot a waver, he remarks.\\nTwenty seconds pass, and again he exclaims\\nSee that flag in the advance, Howard how steadily it\\nmoves not a man falters. There they go still see\\nthe roll of musketry. Grand, grand.\\nStill he strained his eyes, and a moment after spoke, with\\nout raising his eyes\\nThat flag still goes forward there is no flinching there. 1\\nA pause for a minute.\\nLook he exclaims, it has halted. They waver no\\nit s the parapet! There they go again; now they scale it*\\nsome are over. Look there s a flag on the works Another,\\nanother. It is ours The fort s ours\\nThe glass dropped by his side and in an instant the\\njoy of the great leader at the possession of the river and the\\nopening of the road to his new base burst forth in words", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0218.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "GENERAL LOGAN AND THE IRISHMAN. 177\\nAs the old darkey remarked, dis chile don t sleep dis\\nnight! and turning to one of his aids, Captain Auderied,\\nhe remarked, Have a boat for me at once I must go there\\npointing to the fort, from which half a dozen battle-flags\\nfloated grandly in the sunset.\\nAnd well might William Tecumseh Sherman rejoice, for\\nhere, as the setting sun went down on Fort McAllister re-\\nduced, and kissed a fond good-night to the starry banner,\\nSherman witnessed the culmination of all his plans and\\nmarches, that had involved such desperate resistance and\\nrisk the opening up of a new and shorter route to his base*\\nHere, at sunset, on the memorable 13th of December, tb^\\ndark waters of the Great Ogeechee bore witness to the fulfil-\\nment of the covenant made with his iron heroes at Atlanta,\\ntwenty-nine days before, to lead them victorious to a new base.\\nGEKEKAL LOGAN AND THE IRISHMAN.\\nJust before the capture of Savannah, General Logan, with\\ntwo or three of his staff, entered the depot at Chicago one\\nfine morning, to take the cars east, on his way to rejoin his\\ncommand. The general being a short distance in advance of\\nthe others, stepped upon the platform of a car, and was about\\nto enter it, but was stopped by an Irishman with\\nYe ll not be goin in there.\\nWhy not, sir asked the general.\\nBecause them s a leddies caer, and no gentleman ll be\\ngoin in there without a leddy. There s wan sate in that caer\\nover there, ef yees want it, at the same time pointing to it\\n12", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0219.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "178\\nGOOD JOKE ON A CHAPLAIN.\\nYes, replied the general, I see there is one seat, but\\nwhat shall I do with my staff?\\n0, bother yer staff! was the petulant reply. Go yon\\nand take the sate, and stick ver staff out of the windy.\\nGOOD JOKE ON A CHAPLAIN.\\nThere was a joke though possibly a wicked one perpe-\\ntrated on a certain chaplain in the army, which ought not to\\nbe lost to the clerical portion of the world. It was the chap-\\nlain s business to look after the regimental mail. This chap-\\nlain, however, had been annoyed exceedingly by the great\\nnumber of warriors who were constantly running to him and\\ninquiring about the arrival and departure of mails. To save\\ntime and patience, the testy official at last posted a notice out-\\nside his tent, which read The chaplain does not know\\nwhen the mail will go, and with this he imagined his trou-\\nbles at an end. The reverend postmaster was absent from\\nthe camp that day, and on returning and glancing at his\\nnotice, was horrified to see there, conspicuously written upon\\nhis own door, read by multitudes during the day, in a hand\\nexactly counterfeiting his, following the words The chap-\\nlain does not know when the mail will go this addition by\\nsome honest wretch Neither does he care a damn It was a\\ncase of depravity the obliging and godly man was unprepared\\nfor but, perhaps, he and his warriors were now quits.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0220.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3779", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0221.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0222.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2319", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0223.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0224.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "SHERIDAN RIDING TO THE FRONT. 179\\nSHERIDAN RIDING- TO THE FRONT.\\nThe victory gained by General Sheridan at Cedar Creek,\\nVirginia, October 19th, 1864, surpassed in interest the vic-\\ntory gained precisely one month earlier at Winchester. It\\nwas a victory following upon the heels of apparent reverse,\\nand, therefore, reflecting peculiar credit on the brave com-\\nmander to whose timely arrival upon the field the final suc-\\ncess of the day must be attributed.\\nThe general was at Winchester in the early morning when\\nthe enemy attacked fifteen miles distant from the field of\\noperations. General Wright was in command. The enemy\\nhad approached under cover of a heavy fog, and flanking the\\nextreme right of the Federal line, held by Crook s corps, and\\nattacking in the centre, had thrown the entire line into con-\\nfusion, and driven it several miles. The stragglers to the\\nrear were fearfully numerous, and the enemy was pushing\\non, turning against the Federals a score of guns already cap-\\ntured from them.\\nThis was the situation a little before noon when Sheridan\\ncame on the field, riding, said one of his staff, so that the\\ndevil himself could not have kept up. A staff officer meet-\\ning him, pronounced the situation of the army to be awful.\\nPshaw, said Sheridan, it s nothing of the sort. It s all\\nright, or we ll fix it right I\\nSheridan hastened to his cavalry on the extreme left.\\nGalloping past the batteries to the extreme left of the line\\nheld by the cavalry, he rode to the front, took off his hat and\\nwaved it, while a cheer went up from the ranks not less\\nhearty and enthusiastic than that which greeted him after the\\nbattle of Winchester. Generals rode out to meet him, offi-\\ncers waved their swords, men threw up their hats in an", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0225.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "ISO\\nSHERIDAN RIDING TO THE FRONT.\\nextremity of glee. General Custer, discovering Sheridan at\\nthe moment he arrived, rode up to him, threw his arms\\naround his neck, and kissed him on the cheek. Waiting for\\nno other parley than simply to exchange greeting, and to\\nsay, This retreat must be stopped I Sheridan broke loose\\nand began galloping down the lines, along the whole front of\\nthe army. Everywhere the enthusiasm caused by his appear-\\nance was the same.\\nThe line was speedily reformed provost-marshals brought\\nin stragglers by the scores the retreating army turned its\\nface to the foe. An attack just about to be made by the\\nlatter was repulsed, and the tide of battle turned. Then\\nSheridan s time was come. A cavalry charge was ordered\\nagainst right and left flank of the enemy, and then a grand\\nadvance of the three infantry corps from left to right on the\\nenemy s centre. On through Middletown, and beyond, the\\nConfederates hurried, and the army of the Shenandoah pur-\\nsued. The roar of musketry now had a gleeful, dancing\\nsound. The guns fired shotted salutes of victory. Custer\\nand Merritt, charging in on right and left, doubled up the\\nflanks of the foe taking prisoners, slashing, killing, driving\\nas they went. The march of the infantry was more majestic\\nand terrible. The lines of the foe swayed and broke before it\\neverywhere. Beyond Middletown, on the battle-field fought\\nover in the morning, their columns were completely over-\\nthrown and disorganized. They fled along the pike and over\\nthe fields like sheep.\\nThus on through Strasburg with two brigades of cavalry at\\ntheir heels. Two thousand prisoners were gathered together,\\nthough there was not a sufficient guard to send them all to the\\nrear. The guns lost in the morning were recaptured, and as\\nmany more taken, making fifty in all, and according to Sher", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0226.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "JOHN BROWNS SONG.\\n181\\ndan s report, the enemy reached Mount Jackson without an\\norganized regiment. The scene at Sheridan s headquarters\\nat night, after the battle, was wildly exciting. General Cus-\\nter arrived about nine o clock. The first thing he did was\\nto hug General Sheridan with all his might, lifting him in\\nthe air, and whirling him around and around, with the shout\\nBy we ve cleaned them out and got the guns Catch\\ning sight of General Torbert, Custer went through the same\\nproceeding with him, until Torbert was forced to cry out\\nThere, there, old fellow don t capture me\\nSheridan s ride to the front, October 19th, 1864, will go\\ndown in history as one of the most important and exciting\\nevents which have ever given interest to a battle scene and\\nto this event is to be attributed the victory of the day.\\nJOHN BROWN S SONG.\\nJohn Brown s body lies a-mouldering in the grave\\nJohn Brown s body lies a-mouldering in the grave\\nJohn Brown s body lies a-mouldering in the grave\\nHis soul is marching on\\nCho7~us Glory, halle hallelujah\\nGlory, halle hallelujah I\\nGlory, halle hallelujah!\\nHis soul is marching on!\\nHe s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord\\nHe s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord\\nHe s gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord\\nHis soul is marching on\\nGlorv, halle halleluiah etc.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0227.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "JOHN BROWN S SONG.\\nJohn Brown s knapsack is strapped upon his back\\nJohn Brown s knapsack is strapped upon his back!\\nJohn Brown s knapsack is strapped upon his back I\\nHis soul is marching on\\nGlory, halle hallelujah etc.\\nThe pet lambs and angels will meet him on the way,\\nThe pet lambs and angels will meet him on the way,\\nThe pet lambs and angels will meet him on the way,\\nAs they go marching on\\nGlory, halle hallelujah etc.\\nWe ll hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple-tree\\nWe ll hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple-tree\\nWell hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple-tree\\nAs we go marching on 1\\nGlory, halle hallelujah etc.\\nNow, three rousing cheers for the Union\\nNow, three rousing cheers for the Union I\\nNow, three rousing cheers for the Union!\\nAs we are marching on\\nGlory, halle hallelujah etc.\\nHip, hip, hip, hip, hurrah 1", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0228.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "PART II.\\nTHE BLUE COATS IN THE HOSPITAL, WITH SKETCHES AM)\\nINCIDENTS OF THE CHRISTIAN COMMISSION,\\nRELIGIOUS EXERCISES, ETC., ETC.\\nBIDE OF THE WOUNDED BRIGADE.\\nThey were loaded upon the train two platform cars were\\npaved with them, forty on a car. Seven cars were so packed\\nyou could not set your foot down among them as they lay.\\nThe roofs of the cars were tiled with them, and away we\\npounded, all day, all night, into the next morning, and then\\nNashville. Half of the boys had not a shred of a blanket,\\nand it rained steadily, pitilessly. What do you think of\\nplatform cars for a triumphal procession wherein to bear\\nwounded heroes, to the tune of The Soldier s Eeturn from\\nthe War? But the stores of the Sanitary Commission and\\nthe gifts of such ladies as are now, I believe, making your\\ncity a Bethel a place of angels kept the boys hearts up\\nthrough all those weary, drizzling hours.\\nIt is midnight, and the attendants are going through the\\ntrain with coffee, graced with milk and sugar think of that\\n183", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0229.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "184\\nRIDE OF THE WOUNDED BRIGADE.\\ntwo fresh, white, crisp crackers apiece, and a little taste of\\nfruit. Did your hands prepare it, dear lady I hope so, for\\nthe little balance in your favor set down in the ledger of\\nGod.\\nHere they come with a canteen will you go with them\\nclimb through that window into a car as black as the Hoi\\nof Calcutta. But mind where you step; the floor is one\\nlayer deep with wounded soldiers. As you swing the lan-\\ntern round, bandages show white and ghastly everywhere\\nbandages, bandages, and now and then a rusty spot of blood.\\nWhat worn out, faded faces look up at you They rouse\\nlike wounded creatures hunted down to their lairs as you\\ncome. The tin cups, extended in all sorts of hands but\\nplump, strong ones, tinkle all around you. You are fairly\\ngirdled with the tin- cup horizon. How the dull, pale faces\\nbrighten as those cups are filled On we go, out at one\\nwindow, in at another, stepping gingerly among mangled\\nlimbs. We reach the platform cars, creaking with their\\ndrenched, chilled, bruised burdens, and I must tell you it s\\na shame though that one poor fellow among them lay with\\na tattered blanket pinned around him he was literally sans\\ncuiotte. 11 How is this I said. Haven t got my descriptive\\nlist that s what s the matter, was the reply. Double al-\\nlowance all around to the occupants of the platforms, and\\nwe retrace our steps to the rear of the train. You should\\nhave heard the ghost of a cheer that fluttered like a feeble\\nbird as we went back. It was the most touching vote of\\nthanks ever offered there was a little flash up of talk for a\\nminute, and all subsided into silence and darkness again.\\nWearily wore the hours and heavily hammered the train.\\nAt intervals the guards traversed the roofs of the cars, and\\npulled in the worn-out boys that had jarred down to the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0230.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "RIDE OF THE WOUNDED BRIGADE.\\n185\\nedges pulled them in toward the middle of the cars without\\nwaking them! Occasionally one slips over the eaves, I am\\ntold, and is miserably crushed. What a homeward march is\\nall this to set a tune to\\nBy some error in apportionment, there was not quite coffee\\nenough for all on deck, and two slips of boys on the roof of\\nthe car where I occupied a corner, were left without a drop\\nWhenever we stopped, and that was two hours here and\\nthree hours there, waiting for this and for that there was no\\nhurry, you know and the side door was slid back in its\\ngroove, I saw two hungry faces, stretched down over the\\ncar s edge, and heard two feeble voices crying We have\\nhad nothing up here since yesterday noon, we two there are\\nonly us two boys please give us something. Haven t you\\ngot any hard tack? I heard that pitiful appeal to the\\nofficers in charge, and saw those faces till they haunted me,\\nand to-day I remember those plaintive lines as if I were\\nhearing a dirge. I felt in my pockets and haversack for a\\ncracker, but found nothing. I really hated myself for having\\neaten my dinner, and not saved it for them. A further\\nsearch was rewarded with six crackers from the Chicago\\nMechanical Bakery, and watching my chance when Pete s\\nback was turned the cook, and a smutty autocrat was Pete\\nin his way I took a sly dip with a basin into the coffee-\\nboiler. As the car gave a lurch in the right direction, I\\ncalled from the window, Boys I heard them crawling to\\nthe edge, handed up the midnight supper Bully for you,\\nthey said, and I saw them no more. When the train reached\\nNashville, and I clambered down to solid ground again, I\\nlooked up at the roof; it was there. God grant the boys are\\nwith their mothers to-night. And how do you like the ride\\nof the Wounded Brigade ,s", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0231.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "18(5 THE WOUNDED AFTER A BATTLE.\\nTHE WOUNDED AFTEK A BATTLE.\\nThe surgeon laid off the sash and the tinseled coat, and\\nrolled up his sleeves, spread wide his cases filled up with\\nthe terrible glitter of silver steel, and makes ready for work.\\nThey begin to come in, slowly at first, one man nursing a\\nshattered arm, another borne by his comrades, three in an\\nambulance, one on a stretcher then faster and faster, lying\\nhere, lying there, each waiting his terrihle turn. The silver\\nsteel grows cloudy and lurid true right arms are lopped like\\nslips of golden willow feet that never turned from the foe,\\nfor ever more without an owner, strew the ground. The\\nknives are busy, the saws play it is bloody work. Ah, the\\nsurgeon with heart and head, with hand and eye fit for such\\na place, is a prince among men cool and calm, quick and\\ntender, he feels among the arteries, and fingers the tendons\\nas if they were harp-strings. But the cloud: thunders and\\nthe spiteful rain patters louder and fiercer, and the poor\\nfellows come creeping up in broken ranks, like corn beaten\\ndown with, the flails of the storm.\\nMy God! cried the surgeon, as looking up an instant\\nfrom his work, he saw the mutilated crowds borne in: my\\nGod are all my brave boys cut down And yet it thun-\\ndered and rained. A poor fellow writhes, and a smothered\\nmoan escapes him.\\nBe quiet, Jack, says the surgeon, cheerfully; I ll make\\nyou all right in a minute. It was a right arm to come off\\nat the elbow, and Jack slipped off a ring that clasped one of\\nthe poor, useless fingers that were to blend with the earth of\\nAlabama, and put it in his pocket. He was making ready\\nfor the all right. Does Alabama mean here we rest?\\nIf so, how sad yet glorious have our boys made it, who sink-\\nto rest", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0232.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "THE WOUNDED AFTER A BATTLE.\\n187\\nWith all their country s wishes blest t\\nAnother sits up while the surgeon follows the bullet that\\nLad buried itself in his side it is the work of an instant no\\nsolemn council here no lingering pause the surgeon is\\nbathed in patriot blood to his elbows, and the work goes on.\\nAn eye lies out upon a ghastly cheek, and silently the suf-\\nferer bides his time.\\nWell, Charley, says the doctor, dressing his wound as he\\ntalks, what s the matter Oh, not much, doctor only a\\nhand off! Not unlike was the answer made to me by a poor\\nfellow at Bridgeport, shattered as if by lightning\\nHow are you, now? I said. Butty w s the reply.\\nYou should have heard that word as he said it vulgar as it\\nused to seem, it grew manly and noble, and I shall never hear\\nit again without a thought for the boy that uttered it, on the\\ndusty slope of the Tennessee the boy must I say it that\\nsleeps the soldier s sleep within a hundred rods of the spot\\nwhere I found him.\\nSo it is everywhere not a whimper nor complaint. Once\\nonly did I hear either. An Illinois lieutenant, as brave a\\nfellow as ever drew a sword, had been shot through and\\nthrough the thighs, fairly impaled by the bullet the ugliest\\nwound I ever saw. Eight days before he weighed one hun-\\ndred and sixty. Then he could not have swung one hundred\\nand twenty clear on the floor. He had just been brought\\nover the mountains; his wounds were angry with fever;\\nevery motion was torture they were lifting him as tenderly\\nas they could they let him slip, and he fell, perhaps, six\\ninches. But it was like a dash from a precipice to him, and\\nhe wailed out like a young child, tears wet his thin, pale\\ncheeks but he only said My poor child I how can they\\ntell her It was but for an instant h i spirit and his", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0233.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "188\\nTHE ARMY CHURCH.\\nframe stiffened ap together, and, with a half-smile, he said,\\ndon t tell anybody, boys, that I made a fool of myself. The\\nlieutenant sleeps well, and, alas for the poor child how\\ndid they tell her\\nA soldier fairly riddled with bullets, like one of those\\nbattle-flags of Illinois, lay on a blanket gasping for breath.\\nJemmy, said a comrade, and a friend before this cruel war\\nbegan, with one arm swung up in a sling, and who was going\\nhome on furlough, Jemmy, what shall I tell them at home\\nfor you? Tell them, said he, that there isn t hardly\\nenough of me to say 1 1, but, hold down here a minute say\\nto Kate that there is enough of me left to love her till I die.\\nJemmy got his furlough that night, and left the ranks fc i\\nTHE AEMY CHURCH.\\nThe account which follows is from the Rev. Mr. Alvord,\\nwhose self-denying labors for the soldier have so endeared\\nhis name to the hearts of all good people. The incident\\noccurred in Virginia, during the campaign under General\\nBurnside. It was a communication sent to one of the publi-\\ncations of the American Tract Society\\nThere are no chapel tents now, and every thing has to be\\ndone usually in the open air, where but two or three can be\\ngathered together. The chaplains and other Christian men\\nare not inclined to spend much time in erecting any perma-\\nnent buildings, as the army is constantly liable to move.\\nBut certain boys of the Xew York twenty -fourth (who have\\nno chaplain), determined that they would have a better place\\nfur their meetings. They had been held hitherto, as one of", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0234.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "THE ARMY CHURCH.\\n183\\nthem said, by the side of a stump. Two of them especially,\\nalthough only privates, seemed almost inspired on the sub-\\nject. They obtained permission of the colonel to build a\\ncabin of logs. These had to be drawn a mile, trimmed,\\nframed, and piled up. The dimensions were to be sixteen by\\nthirty- two feet, sufficiently large to hold a hundred and sixty\\npersons.\\nThe first logs were heavy, and hardly any one helped\\nthem. Their plan at first was not very definite. They\\nwould lay down a log, and then look and plan by the eye.\\nAnother log was then wearily drawn and placed on the\\nother. To most of their comrades, the affair gave occasion\\nonly for jests and merriment. Are you to have it finished\\nbefore the world ends they asked. Are you fixing up to\\nleave? How does your saloon get on? Even the more\\nserious felt pity for them, rather than sympathy. There\\nwas already an order out to move. What is the use?\\nWho wants meetings now But these two Christian\\nsoldiers (S. and L.) toiled on like Noah amidst the scoffs of\\nthe multitude. The edifice slowly rose volunteers lent a\\nhand. The Christian men of the regiment, forty or fifty in\\nall, became interested some of them at length aided in the\\nwork. The structure reached at last a proper height and a\\nroof of brush first, and then of patched ponchos having been\\nput on, the meeting began, or rather they began when it\\nwas only an open pen. In a few days, Burnside s advance\\ntook place, and the regiment left for the field.\\nIn their absence, plunderers stripped the cabin, and car-\\nried off a portion of its material but, on the return of our\\ntroops, the same busy hands and hearts of faith were again\\nat work. A sutler gave them the old canvas cover of his\\nlarge tent, which he was about to cut up to serve as a shelter", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0235.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "190 THE ARMT CHURCH.\\nfor his horses, and lo, it precisely fitted the roof of the\\nmeeting-house, not an inch to spare This was drawn\\nover the neat rafters and lashed at the edges, making a\\ntransparency by day, and reflecting the light most pleasantly\\nby night. The boys, when they saw this, thought it almost\\na miracle and were hardly less pleased when the door,\\nwith its latch and string, was fitted so nicely in its place.\\nBut they had no lock as yet to preserve the interior of their\\nhouse from depredations, and when, having inquired and\\nsent everywhere for one in vain, they were out for their last\\nload of poles for benches, they had to tell me how, just upon\\ntheir pathside in the forest, a lock was found with a key in\\nit, all ready to be fitted to their door I thought myself it was\\na little strange, that far out here in Yirginia, at such a time,\\nan article of this description, by just these eyes, should have\\nbeen discovered. But I concluded that the God who had\\nhelped these feeble workmen to build his house could help\\nthem finish it.\\nWell, there it stands, a monument to his glory, and the\\ncredit of their perseverance. You should have seen their\\neyes shine, as, here in my tent for tracts, they were one day\\ngiving me its history, and you should have been with us\\nlast evening. The little pulpit from which I spoke is made\\nof empty box boards. Two chandeliers hang suspended from\\nthe ridgepole of crossed sticks, wreathed with ivy, and in the\\nsocketed ends are four adamant candles, each burning bril-\\nliantly. Festoons of ivy and dead men s fingers (a species\\nof woodbine called by this name) are looped gracefully along\\nthe sides of the room, and in the centre, stretch ng from\\nchandelier to chandelier the effect not slightly increased\\nby the contrast of the deep green of the rich vegetation with\\nthe fine brown bark of the pine logs, and of the white can", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0236.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "THE ARMY CHURCH.\\n191\\nvas above, striped and interlaced with the rafters. Below,\\na dense pack of soldiers, in the Avengers uniform, sat\\ncrouching upon the pole seats, beneath which was a carpet\\nof evergreen sprays all silent, uncovered, respectful. As\\nthe service opened, you could have heard a pin fall. There\\nwas nothing here to make a noise. Pew-doors, psalm-books,\\nrustling silks, or groined arches, reverberating the slightest\\nsound of hand or footfall, there were none. Only the click\\nof that wooden latch and a gliding figure, like a stealthy\\nvidette, creeping in among the common mass, indicated the\\nlate comer. The song went up from the deep voices of men,\\ndo you know the effect and before our services closed,\\ntears rolled down from the faces of hardy warriors. To be\\nbrief, every evening of the week, this house is now filled\\nwith men brought together, four times out of seven, for re-\\nligious objects. When they can have no preaching, the\\nsoldiers themselves meet for prayer.\\nI stole in one evening lately, when they were at these\\ndevotions. Prayer after prayer successively was offered in\\nearnest,- humblest tones, before rising from their knees those\\nnot worshippers were intent on the scene. Officers were\\npresent and took part in the service, and seldom have I seen\\nsuch manifest tokens that God is about to appear in power\\nNo opposition is shown. The whole regiment look upon\\nthe house now as a matter of pride they encourage all the\\nmeetings.\\nThe house is attractive to visitors, and when not used for\\nreligious purposes, is occupied for lyceum debates, musical\\nconcerts, and the like. It is easy to imagine how much these\\ntwo Christian laborers enjoy the success of their work. One\\nof them said to me, We have been paid for all our labor a\\nthousand times over.\\nSo called in memory of Colonel Ellsworth, who w?^ killed at Alexandria", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0237.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "192\\nANXIOUS FOR A TRADE.\\nANXIOUS FOE A TKADE.\\nAn incident which may be characterized as very Yankee-\\nlike occurred one morning in front of the Potomac army\\nGeneral Turner s lines. A sergeant deliberately stepped out\\nfrom our rifle pits and moved toward the rebels, waving a\\nlate paper, and regardless of the probability that he would\\nat any moment be shot dead. A rebel officer shouted to\\nhim to go back, but the sergeant was unmindful of the\\nwarning, and asked\\nWon t you exchange newspapers?\\nNo! said the rebel, I have no paper and I want you\\nto go back. With singular persistence, however, the ser\\ngeant continued to advance, saying\\nWell, if you hain t a paper, I reckon some of your men\\nhave, and I want to exchange, I tell you.\\nMy men have not got any thing of the kind, and you\\nmust go back.\\nThis the officer said in a louder tone and with great em-\\nphasis. Nothing daunted, the Yankee sergeant still ad-\\nvanced, until he stood plumply before the indignant officer,\\nand said\\nI tell ye now you needn t get your dander up. I don t\\nmean no harm no way. P raps if ye ain t got no newspapers\\nye might give me suthin else. May-be you men would like\\nsome coffee for some tobacco. I m dredful anxious for a\\ntrade. The astonished officer could only repeat his com-\\nmand\\nGo back, you rascal, or I ll take you a prisoner. I tell\\nyou we have nothing to exchange, and we don t want any\\nthing to do with you Yankees.\\nWell, then, said the sergeant ruefully, if ye hain t got", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0238.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "A CHAPEL UNDER GROUND.\\n193\\nnothing why, here s the paper anyway, and if you get one\\nfrom Eichmond this afternoon, you can send it over. You ll\\nfind my name there on that.\\nThe man s impudence or the officer s eagerness for news\\nmade the latter accept. He took the paper and asked the\\nsergeant what was the news from Petersburg.\\nOh our folks say we can go in there just when we want\\nto, but we are waiting to gobble all you fellows first, was the\\nreply.\\nWell, I don t know but what you can do it! said the\\nlieutenant, turning on his heel and re-entering his rifle-pit\\nbut meanwhile, my man, you had better go back.\\nThis time the sergeant obeyed the oft-repeated order, and,\\non telling his adventure, was the hero of the morning among\\nhis comrades.\\nA CHAPEL UNDER GROUND.\\nThe fourteenth Massachusetts regiment had for a time the\\nvery honorable but laborious duty of guarding the Long\\nBridge, at Washington, and the approaches to it from the\\nVirginia side. A gentleman, who visited the army, in relation\\nto their spiritual wants, asked a member of this regiment, if\\nthey had any praying men among them.\\nu Oh, yes, a great many I was the answer.\\nAnd do you meet for prayer he inquired.\\nEvery day, said the soldier.\\nWhere do you meet\\nJust come here, said he, leading the way, as nt. \u00c2\u00bbpuke.\\nThey stood in a new fort, which th regiment had been\\nbuilding.\\n13", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0239.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "194\\nA CHAPEL UNDER GROUND.\\nI can see no place for prayer, said the stranger.\\nJust down there, said the soldier, lifting up a rude trap-\\ndoor at their feet.\\nWhat is down there? asked the other, who could see\\nnothing but a dark hole before them.\\nThat is the bomb-proof, and down there is the place\\nwhere we hold the daily prayer-meeting. Down there, con-\\ntinued the soldier, u the men go every day to lift up their\\nhearts to God in prayer. It was not yet furnished with the\\nimplements of death, and these praying men, sixty in number,\\nwere accustomed to go down twelve feet under ground, in the\\ndark, to hold communion with God.\\nThe same person said to a soldier whom he met in the\\ncamp.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAre you prepared to fight in this cause\\nI am, sir, said he.\\nWhat makes you say you are prepared to fight What\\ndo you mean by it\\nI mean this, sir, answered the soldier. I have made\\nmy peace with God, through faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.\\nI have the friendship of Christ, and so I am prepared for any\\nthing, life or death.\\nDo you mean that you can have the friendship of Christ\\nand fight\\nExactly so, said the brave man. I mean just that. I\\ncould not fight without a consciousness of my interest in the\\nlove of Christ.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0240.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "SURPRISED, BUT READY.\\n195\\nSUKPKISED, BUT EEADY.\\nThe clock had just struck the midnight hour, when the\\nchaplain was summoned to the cot of a wounded soldier. He\\nhad left him only an hour before with confident hopes of his\\nspeedy recovery, hopes which were shared by the surgeon\\nand the wounded man himself. But a sudden change had\\ntaken place, and the surgeon had come to say that the man\\ncould live but an hour or two at most, and to beg the chap-\\nlain to make the fearful announcement to the dying man.\\nHe was soon at his side, but, overpowered by his emotions,\\nwas utterly unable to deliver his message. The dying man,\\nhowever, quickly read the solemn truth in the altered looks\\nof the chaplain, his faltering voice and ambiguous words.\\nHe had not before entertained a doubt of his recovery. He\\nwas expecting soon to see his mother, and with her kind\\nnursing soon to be well. He was, therefore, entirely unpre-\\npared for the announcement, and at first it was overwhelming.\\nI am to die, then and, how long\\nAs he had before expressed hope in Christ, the chaplain\\nreplied, You have made your peace with God; let death\\ncome as soon as it will, he will carry you over the river.\\nYes; but this is so awfully sudden, awfully sudden!\\nhis lips quivered he looked up grievingly and I shall\\nnot see my mother.\\nu Christ is better than a mother, murmured the chaplain.\\nYes. The word came in a whisper. His eyes were\\nclosed the lips still wore that trembling grief, as if the chas-\\ntisement were too sore, too hard to be borne but as the\\nminutes .passed, and the soul lifted itself up stronger and\\nmore steadily, upon the wings of prayer, the countenance\\ngrew calmer, the lips steadier and when the eyes opened", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0241.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "196\\nSURPRISED, BUT READY\\nagain, there was a light in their depths that could have\\ncome only from heaven.\\nI thank you for your courage, he said, more feebly,\\ntaking the hand of the chaplain; the bitterness is over\\nnow, and I feel willing to die. Tell my mother he paused,\\ngave one sob, dry, and full of the last anguish of earth\\ntell her how I longed to see her but if God will permit\\nme, I will be near her. Tell her to comfort all who loved\\nme, to say that I thought of them all. Tell my father that\\nI am glad he gave his consent, and that other fathers will\\nmourn for other sons. Tell my minister, by word or letter,\\nthat I thought of him, and that I thank him for all his\\ncounsels. Tell him I find that Christ will not desert the\\npassing soul, and that I wish him to give my testimony to\\nthe living, that nothing is of real worth but the religion\\nof Jesus. And now will you pray with me\\nWith swelling emotion and tender tones, the chaplain\\nbesought God s grace and presence then, restraining his\\nsobs, he bowed down and pressed upon the beautiful brow,\\nalready chilled with the breath of the coming angel, twice,\\nthrice, a fervent kiss. They might have been as tokens\\nfrom the father and mother, as well as himself. So thought\\nperhaps the dying soldier, for a heavenly smile touched his\\nface with new beauty, as he said, Thank you I won t trou-\\nble you any longer. You are wearied out go to your\\nrest.\\nThe Lord God be with you, was the firm response\\nu Amen, trembled from the fast whitening lips.\\nAnother hour passed. The chaplain still moved uneasily\\naround his room. There were hurried sounds overhead, and\\nfootsteps on the stairs. He opened his door, and encountered\\nthe surgeon, who whispered one little word, Gone. Cnrist s\\nsoldier had found the Captain of his salvation.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0242.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "ANECDOTE OF PKESIDENT LINCOLN.\\n197\\nA BKAVE CONFESSION.\\nA visitor to a Philadelphia hospital, one of the women-\\nworkers in behalf of the invalid soldiers, says\\nIn going my rounds, I stopped once to speak to a young\\nman of a rather agreeable and pleasant expression of face\\nwho seemed anxious to talk, and exhibited much intelligence,\\nthough without culture. At the battle of Newport News,\\nhe had been shot through the right leg, and had suffered\\nterribly, so much that he now looked the very shadow of a\\nman, he was so dreadfully emaciated. His account of the battle\\nwas enthusiastic, and concluded with a long detail of the\\ntortures he had to endure from hunger, thirst, and indeed\\nalmost every imaginable ill that could befall a soldier in the\\nfield, surrounded by enemies.\\nI suppose you don t feel much like going back, do you\\nI asked, when he had finished.\\nYes, he replied heartily. If I knew I should have to\\nsuffer the same over again, I should want to go back. I\\nwant to get well chiefly to return to duty. There are too\\nfew honest patriots to spare even a single one, and if I have\\nany pride, it is because I know I am one, whole-souled and\\ntrue. I haven t many virtues, but my fault will never be\\ntreachery to my native land. I ll die for her if I can t live\\nto defend her 1\\nANECDOTE OF PKESIDENT LINCOLN.\\nI have observed more than once, says Daniel Webster,\\nin his eulogy on honest Zachary Taylor, 11 that the prevalent\\nnotion with the masses of mankind for conferring high", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0243.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "198 ANECDOTE OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN.\\nhonors on individuals is a confidence in their mildness, their\\npaternal, protecting, prudent, and safe character. The people\\nnaturally feel safe where they feel themselves to be under\\nthe control and protection of sober counsel, of impartial\\nminds, and a general paternal superintendence.\\nSuch titles to popular confidence and favor we recognise,\\nalso, in the man on whom it has devolved to guide our ship\\nof State through the present crisis. The people trust him\\nbecause he has made them feel that he is unselfish and\\nhonest. They believe he has sought to do his duty accord-\\ning to the best of his knowledge and ability, and that con-\\nviction at the bottom of their hearts has been our sheet-\\nanchor it has held us together, has buoyed up the nation s\\nfaith, has kept us from drifting into anarchy and ruin. It\\nis a quality of character and a means of power not incon-\\nsistent with genius, but which genius alone does not confer\\nit is worth infinitely more to us, in a time like this, than any\\nglare of military reputation, or brilliancy of intellect, or\\ndiplomatic skill.\\nThe way to be thought upright and faithful and earnest\\nfor the public welfare, is to be so in truth, and it is by that\\nart of arts that Mr. Lincoln has so won to himself the hearts\\nof the great mass of the nation.\\nIncidents like the following bring out the character of an\\nindividual in a natural manner, and leave us in no doubt\\nhow we are to understand him.\\nOn Monday last (says a visitor at Washington), I dropped\\nin upon Mr. Lincoln, and found him busy counting green-\\nbacks.\\nThis, sir, said he, is something out of my usual line;\\nbut a President of the United States has a multiplicity of\\nduties not specified in the Constitution or acts of Congress.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0244.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "LOCK OF HAIR FOR MOTHER.\\n199\\nThis one of them. This money belongs to a poor negro who\\nis a porter in one of the departments (the treasury), who is\\nat present very ill with the small pox. He is now in hospi-\\ntal, and could not draw his pay because he could not sign\\nhis name.\\nI have been at considerable trouble to overcome the\\ndifficulty and get it for him, and have at length succeeded\\nin cutting red tape, as you newspaper men say. I am now\\ndividing the money and putting by a portion labelled, in an\\nenvelope, with my own hands, according to his wish and\\nhis excellency proceeded to endorse the package very care-\\nfully.\\nNo one who witnessed the transaction could fail to appre-\\nciate the goodness of heart which would prompt a man in\\nhis situation, borne down by a weight of cares almost with-\\nout parallel in the world s history, to turn aside thus and\\nbefriend one of the humblest of his fellow-creatures in sick-\\nness and sorrow.\\nLOCK OF HAIR FOE MOTHER.\\nIt was just after the battle of Williamsburg, where hun-\\ndreds of our brave fellows had fallen, never to bear arms\\nagain in their country s cause, and where hundreds more\\nwere wounded, that a soldier came to the tent of a delegate\\nof the Christian Commission and said, Chaplain, one of our\\nboys is badly wounded, and wants to see you right away.\\nHurrying after the messenger, says the delegate, I was\\ntaken to the hospital and led to a bed, upon which lay a\\nnoble young soldier. He was pale and blood-stained from a\\nterrible wound above the temple. I saw at a glance that he", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0245.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "200\\nLOCK OF HAIR FOR MOTHER.\\nhad but a few hours to live upon earth. Taking his hand, I\\nsaid to him-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWell, my brother, what can I do for you?\\nThe poor dying soldier looked up in my face, and placing\\nhis finger where his hair was stained with his blood, he said\\nChapkin cut a big lock from here for mother for m\\nmother, mind, chaplain I\\nI hesitated to do it. He said, Don t be afraid, chaplain,\\nto disfigure my hair. It s for mother, and nobody will come\\nto see me in the dead-house to-morrow.\\nI did as he requested me.\\nNow, chaplain, said the dying man, I want you to\\nkneel down by me and return thanks to God.\\nFor what? I asked.\\nFor giving me such a mother. Oh chaplain, she is a\\ngood mother her teachings comfort me and console me now.\\nAnd, chaplain, thank God that by his grace I am a Christian.\\nWhat would I do now if I was not a Christian I know\\nthat my Eedeemer liveth. I feel that his finished work has\\nsaved me. And, chaplain, thank God for giving me dying\\ngrace. He has made my dying bed\\n1 Feel soft as downy pillows are.\\nThank him for the promised home in glory. I ll soon be\\nthere there, where there is no war, nor sorrow, nor desola-\\ntion, nor death where I shall see Jesus, and be forever with\\nthe Lord.\\nI knelt by the dying man, and thanked God for the bless-\\nings he had bestowed upon him the blessings of a good\\nmother, a Christian hope, and dying grace, to bear testimony\\nto God s faithfulness.\\nShortly after the prayer, he said, Good-by, chaplain if\\nyou ever see that mother of mine, tell her it was all well\\nwith me.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0246.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "CARTE DE VISITB.\\n201\\nCAKTE DE YISITB.\\nTwas a terrible fight, the soldiers said\\nOur colonel was one of the first to fall,\\nShot dead on the field by a rifle ball,\\nA braver heart than his never bled.\\nA group for \u00e2\u0080\u009ehe painter s art were they\\nThe soldier with scarred and sunburnt face,\\nA fair-haired girl, full of youth and grace,\\nAnd her aged mother, wrinkled and gray.\\nThese three in porch, where the sunlight came\\nThrough the tangled leaves of the jasmine- vine,\\nSpilling itself like a golden wine,\\nAnd flecking the doorway with rings of flame.\\nThe soldier had stopped to rest by the way,\\nFor the air was sultry with summer-heat\\nThe road was like ashes under the feet,\\nAnd a weary distance before him lay.\\nYes, a terrible fight our ensign was shot\\nAs the order to charge was given the men,\\nWhen one from the ranks seized the colors, and then\\nHe, too, fell dead on the self-same spot.\\nA handsome boy was this last his hair\\nClustered in curls round his noble brow;\\nI can almost fancy I see him now,\\nWith the scarlet stain on his face so fair.\\nWhat was his name have you never heard\\nWhere was he from, this youth who fell\\nAnd your regiment, stranger, which was it tell V 1\\nOur regiment? It was the twenty-third.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0247.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "202 RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY.\\nThe color fled from the young girl s cheek,\\nLeaving it as white as the face of the dead\\nThe mother lifted her eyes, and said\\nPity my daughter in mercy speak I\\nI never knew aught of this gallant youth,\\nThe soldier answered not even his name,\\nOr from what part of our State he came\\nAs God is above, I-speak the truth!\\nu But when we buried our dead that night,\\nI took from his breast this picture, see\\nIt is as like him as like can be\\nHold it this way, toward the light.\\nOne glance, and a look, half-sad, half- wild,\\nPassed over her face, which grew more pale,\\nThen a passionate, hopeless, heart-broken wail,\\nAnd the mother bent low o er the prostrate child.\\nRELIGIOUS EXERCISES EST THE ARMY\\\\\\nIt now became a matter of the highest moment to amuse\\nthe men, and bear their thoughts to those truths which have\\never stilled the tumult of human passion. We made arrange-\\nments to start in the camp various classes for mutual instruc-\\ntion. Two in the Latin lauguage, one in the study of Ger-\\nman, one in arithmetic, and, most important of all, a debating\\nsociety. In order to carry successfully into execution all\\nthese plans for improvement, I wrote to my friends Mans-\\nfield Brown and Joseph McKnight, of Pittsburg, for the\\nmeans to purchase a tent for public worship, and such assem-\\nblies as would conduce to the benefit of the regiment. Most", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0248.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY. 203\\ngenerously, and without the delay of an hour, they responded,\\nauthorizing the purchase of a tent. The very day their letter\\nwas received, a large tent was offered for sale in a neighbor-\\ning camp. This I immediately purchased and before night\\nhad it pitched, a floor laid down, and a stove placed in it.\\nThus, every thing was arranged for Sabbath worship.\\nThis was about the 1st of January, 1862. We met in the\\ntent on Sabbath morning, a large congregation, some seated\\non camp-stools, some on rude benches, some on the floor,\\nmany standing at the entrance of the tent. The interest of\\nthe occasion was greatly increased by the presence of Mrs.\\nGeneral Hays, who was then on a visit to her husband, Mrs.\\nGeneral Jameson, Mrs. Maria Hayes, the excellent matron of\\nour hospital, whom all loved as a mother, and Miss Gilliam,\\nand Miss Herr, who, with a self-denial ever to be com-\\nmended, had beoome nurses in our hospital. The season\\nwas one of the greatest interest and pleasure. It was tne\\nbursting of sunshine through the darkness that had hung\\nover us like a pall. It gave hope of future benefit and en-\\njoyment; it reminded us of home; it was almost a church.\\nMany eyes swam in tears, and many voices choked with emo\\ntion as we sang,\\nJesus, lover of my soul,\\nand again,\\nThe Lord s my Shepherd,\\nI ll not want.\\nThe tent gave me the theme of that morning. I told them\\nthe history of its purchase, of the generous proffer of further\\naid, of books, etc., etc. and that these were but slight tokens\\nof the deep interest felt in their welfare at home. I reminded\\nthem of the scenes attending their departure from home of\\nthe prayers, tears, and vows of the last Sabbath they spent\\namongst their kindred of the irrepressible anguish of their", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0249.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "204\\nRELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY.\\nmothers, wives, children, and sisters, when they parted with\\nthem; of the promises they had made. They had never\\nknown before how large a place they had filled in the hearts\\nof those who loved them. I reminded them that at this very\\nhour, as their parents and kindred were assembled in the\\nhouses of worship, they were in the hearts of all, and the holy\\nsong was broken by sobs, and faces of prayer were wet with\\ntears, because they were not there how essential they were\\nto the happiness and life of many. I alluded to the hundreds\\nof letters we were every week receiving, all breathing the\\nsame sentiment, exhorting and entreating them by all that\\nwas dear and sacred to follow the teachings of their ministers,\\nand to revere the memories of home; and there was com-\\nmitted to them the most sacred of all trusts, the earthly hap-\\npiness of those to whom God had bound them. I asked them\\nif they could be so cruel as to blast the hopes and embitter\\nthe life of one that loved them, and bend down their vener-\\nable parents with a weight that would crush them to the\\ngrave and if they thought there was any sacrifice too great\\nfor them to make for those in whose hearts they were daily\\nborne. I reminded them of the incurable anguish they\\nwould endure if they heard of their sins that they had fallen\\nbefore temptation, had gone to dens of shame, had indulged\\nin drunkenness, had become profane: to themselves these\\nsins would bring only evil now, and in the end remorse.\\nYet they might find some relief from conscious degradation in\\nthe excitements of the camp, in the occupations and activities\\nof a soldier but what balm could be found to heal the hearts\\nthey had broken, and who could comfort those who mourned\\nover their sons as falling from virtue and piety I exhorted\\nthem, for the sake of all whose interests they represented, not\\nto fall into sin, but to shun those evil ways which set on fire", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0250.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY. 205\\nof hell the whole course of nature. And if they were deter-\\nmined to have nothing to do with religion, and to dismiss\\nfrom their hearts all fear of God, jet every sentiment of manli-\\nness, and every principle of honor, demanded they should not\\ndisgrace the name they bore. They were here the represen-\\ntatives of their fathers houses and if they were churlish,\\nquarrelsome, drunken, and profane, they not only degraded\\nthemselves, but dishonored their parents, for the tree was\\njudged by its fruits. I mentioned the case of a young soldier\\nof a neighboring camp, who had fallen since he left home\\ninto many of the sins of the army, who, while playing cards,\\nhad become angered, and broken out into such blasphemy as\\nconfounded even his companions. While still angry and\\ndisputing, some one handed him a letter just brought into\\ncamp. It was from his mother, and she a widow. After he\\nhad read the first few words, the letter fell from his hands,\\nand he burst into tears, exclaiming, il My mother my\\nmother If she knew of my sins, she would die of a broken\\nheart Then, lifting the letter again, he read a few more\\nlines, and sobbed out, Yes, mother, I will, I will, I will\\nread the Bible you gave me. I will try to pray I will break\\noff my sins. Oh, my mother, I thank God you do not know\\nhow low I have sunk 1 And with many passionate excla-\\nmations and tears he continued to read the words of warning\\nand love. One by one his companions went out and left him\\nalone with his mother.\\nI entreated them to remember that the habits of sin, once\\ncontracted, were not easily thrown off. Some thought that\\nsin was as easily cast out of the soul as a snow-flake was\\nshaken from the hand. But this was against all human\\nexperience; for sooner shall the Ethiopian change his ski a,\\nand the leopard his spots, than those who have learned to do", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0251.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "206\\nRELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY.\\nevil shall learn to do well, etc. And with many other like\\nwords I reasoned with them.\\nThe effect of this address was most manifest. All listened\\nwith increasing interest many with tears.\\nAt night I again preached on Luke xii. I urged to the\\nconfession of Christ, and spoke of the danger and temptation\\nto which they would be exposed, the perils of sickness and\\nbattle; and they needed above every thing to be made hope-\\nful and strong by faith in an almighty, merciful, ever-present\\nFriend. The impression of the morning was increased at\\nnight, and many retired to weep and pray. And on this day\\ncommenced one of the most remarkable seasons of religious\\nsolemnity I have ever seen. This interest continued unabated\\nin power until we were broken by sickness and battle in the\\nPeninsula.\\nDuring these months, hundreds in the camp found, the\\nhighest joy in religious meetings, and with ever new\\npleasure they came together to hear the gospel. It was a\\nseason never to be forgotten. Nearly all the murmuring\\nand discontent of the camp passed away. The men were\\nsober, quiet, and cheerful. Some who had been for years\\ndissipated, abandoned the cup, and, never, within my knowl-\\nedge, afterward fell. Others, who had ever been a burden\\nto their families, now confessed their guilt, and sent home the\\nhumble acknowledgment and promise of amendment. Others\\nlaid open long-concealed sins, and sought instruction in\\nregard to what they should do to make atonement for the\\nwrong they had committed. It was a time of great search\\nings of heart, and for many weeks my tent was crowded at\\nall hours, when the men were off duty, by those wishing to\\nknow the way of life.\\nFor the mutual protection and encouragement of fchose", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0252.jp2"}, "253": {"fulltext": "RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY. 207\\nwho lesirod to begin a new life I resolved, after consultation\\nwith many officers and friends, to form a church in the regi-\\nment We had nearly one hundred men, officers and soldiers,\\nwho were members of various churches. For harmony, it\\nwas essential to form the church on principles common to all.\\nI therefore drew up a form of doctrine and covenant to which\\nall could assent, and which would bind us in unity, and bear\\nwith it all the sanctity of a sacred agreement.\\nBefore the communion, I devoted every hour when the\\nmen were in camp, in visiting from tent to tent, and talked\\nwith each one separately, or in the tent circle, in regard to\\ntheir religious hopes and views. I endeavored as far as pos\\nsible to ascertain their home history, that I might more per-\\nfectly identify myself with them in sympathy, and adapt my\\ninstructions to their moral and spiritual state for I found\\ninvariably that there were some events, scenes, and instruc-\\ntions, which permanently impressed the character for good or\\nevil, as if the human mind was only now and then, and at\\nlong intervals, capable of being moved and changed. I en-\\ndeavored to find what circumstance, what lesson, what deed\\nhad left behind an influence which survived all changes. I\\nfound in some cases the mind was embittered and permanent-\\nly warped by some act of thoughtless or designed cruelty,\\nlong forgotten by the offender, but in the heart of him who\\nhad suffered, remaining like a viper s tooth, poisoning the\\nvery fountains of life. In others, some act of duplicity, some\\ndeed of hypocrisy, created distrust of all who bore the\\nChristian name and too blind and too unjust to see that a\\ncause may be glorious, while he who represents it is base,\\nthey laid the crime of one at the door of all In other\\ncases, some lewd companion or vile book had debased in\\nsensualism; and th 3 imagination had hung in all the cham-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0253.jp2"}, "254": {"fulltext": "208 RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY.\\nbers of the soul the pictures of evil. Again, there had bet?n\\nindulgence in childhood, and the suspension of parental au-\\nthority at the season when it was most important, producing\\na restless aversion to all law. In fact, there were but few in\\nwhom the controlling elements were reason and conscience\\nbut the many were biased and led by their appetites, passions,\\nand prejudices, by pride, vanity, and ambition; and these\\nemotions and vices impelled them in the path they had chosen,\\nand rendered a change of character almost impossible. I\\nmade it my aim to gain the confidence of all, that I might\\nsuccessfully combat their errors, enlighten their understand\\nings, and appeal to their consciences and better natures.\\nThis course of visitation made me acquainted with the pecu-\\nliarities and past history of each one, and enabled me, as I\\nhope, to be more valuable at this time and my own con-\\nstant study in regard to the things which most influenced the\\nconduct of men, added to the plainness of my teachings at\\nthis period.\\nBefore the day of the communion, we had a succession of\\nstorms. The mud was beyond fable. The men were con-\\nfined to their tents. This enabled me to more successfully\\nvisit them, to sit down by their side without the fear of\\ninterruption.\\nOn Sabbath, February 9th, 1862, we organized the church,\\nand received into its communion one hundred and seventy\\nmembers, about sixty of whom for the first time confessed\\nChrist. At the commencement of the services I baptized six\\nyoung soldiers. They kneeled before me, and I consecrated\\nthem to God for life and for death the majority of them\\nbaptized, as it proved, for the dead. I then read the form of\\ncovenant and system of faith to which all gave their assent.\\nI then read the names of those who wished to enter this", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0254.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARM ST.\\n209\\nfold in the wilderness, enumerating them by companies;\\nthose who had made a profession of religion at home, and\\ncame to us as members of Christian churches and those who\\nnow came out as the disciples of the Redeemer.\\nThen followed the communion service. This was one of\\nthe most affecting and impressive seasons of my life. The\\npowers of the world to come rested on all minds. The\\nshadow of the great events so soon to follow was creeping\\nover us, giving earnestness and an impressive solemnity to\\nall hearts. It was a day never to be forgotten, as a com-\\nmencement of a new era in the life of many. It was a scene\\non which angels might look down with unmingled pleasure\\nfor here the weary found rest the burdened, the peace of\\nforgiveness; the broken in heart, beauty for ashes. Our po-\\nsition increased in a high degree the interest of the occasion.\\nWe were far from our churches and homes, yet we found\\nhere the sacred emblems of our religion and, looking into\\na future which we knew was full of danger, sickness, and\\ndeath to many, we here girded ourselves for the conflict. It\\nmuch resembled the solemn communions of Christians in the\\ntime of persecution. Our friends who were present from a\\ndistance, of whom there were several, rejoiced greatly that\\nthere was such a scene in the army. General Jameson was\\ndeeply moved, and afterward said it was the most solemn\\nand interesting scene of his life.\\nAgain on Sabbath, March 9th, the religious interest con\\ntinuing, we held another communion. At this time twenty-\\neight were received into the church. Seven young men\\nwere baptized. The interest was even greater than at the\\nformer communion and it gives me now the greatest satis-\\nfaction to know that this season, which gave to many the\\nhighest enjoyment ever known on earth, where the cup of\\n14", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0255.jp2"}, "256": {"fulltext": "210\\nRELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY.\\nthanksgiving was mingled with the tears of gratitude, pre-\\npared for the sacrifice that was to follow. Many who were\\nthere never again partook of the wine of promise until\\nthey drank it new in the kingdom of God, and sat down\\nat the marriage-supper of the Lamb. My friend Dr. Craw-\\nford was never again at the Lord s table but was then\\nprepared, by the peace like a river, for entering upon the\\nblessed rest. And many others found their beds softened\\nin sickness by the remembrance of the consecration and joy\\nof those sacred seasons. Others were made tranquil and\\neven triumphant in death, by the vision of the Saviour\\nwhom they had first met in the breaking of bread in the\\ncamp.\\nMansfield Brown, Esq., of Pittsburg, was present at the\\nlast communion. His impression and report of the scene\\ndeserves a place in the record of mercy, and will be read,\\nby every one into whose hands this book falls, with pleasure\\nand profit.\\nDr. McKinnet Dear Sir: I know it will give you\\npleasure to hear how I spent the Sabbath, March 9th, in the\\n63d regiment, Colonel Alexander Hays, near Fort Lyon.\\nAs you are well aware, there has been for some time\\nquite a revival of religion going on. A most interesting,\\nsoul-stirring state of things exists among them. Grod is\\ncertainly largely blessing them. Never did I see men so\\ndeeply in earnest.\\nIn the morning, at eleven o clock, Dr. Marks preached\\nin the tent-church to as many as filled the two tents. At\\nthe close he said that as it was likely the regiment would\\nmove soon, he would hold a communion that night, and\\ninvited any persons wishing to join, to meet him.\\nAt two P. M. we held a most solemn and touching", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0256.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0257.jp2"}, "258": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0258.jp2"}, "259": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2232", "width": "1785", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0259.jp2"}, "260": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0260.jp2"}, "261": {"fulltext": "RELIGIOUS EXERCISES IN THE ARMY. 211\\nprayer-meeting. The prayers of the soldiers were very\\nardent and to the purpose. I conversed with many dear\\nyoung men in their tents and alone, who readily acknow-\\nledged their need of salvation.\\nAt night, the tents were crowded to excess and, as the\\nevening was pleasant, the ends of the tents were opened, and\\nan eager crowd pressed around. A small, rude table was\\nused common bread, wine made of grape-jelly and water,\\nand two glasses, were placed in the centre. Our tents were\\nlighted by three candles, swung from the centre. Familiar\\nwords were well sung. A few introductory remarks and a\\nprayer, then eight stalwart soldiers kneeled around the table\\nand were baptized the bread and wine were then passed to\\ncommunicants even outside the tents, all eager to obey the\\ncommand, 1 This do in remembrance of me. Everybody was\\nweeping. Twenty-nine joined on profession, the whole\\nmembership now being one hundred and eighty-eight. We\\nhad sweet singing while Elder Danks (captain) and myself\\ndistributed the sacramental elements. Surely, Grod was\\nthere. And it was well calculated to remind us of that dark\\nnight in which it was instituted. It was a most solemn, im-\\npressive scene, and one never to be forgotten. We closed it\\nby all audibly uniting in saying the Lord s Prayer, and\\nparted, never all to meet until we meet at the marriage-\\nfeast in heaven.\\nThe soldiers are obliged to put out lights and retire at\\ntap of the drum but a few of us spent an hour yet in devo-\\ntion, singing, and conversation in Captain Danks s tent. It\\nwas a good meeting. To witness the men s deep emotion at\\nany reference to their families in prayer, and then to hear\\nthern say, We can die without fear, and leave the lovea\\nones with God, content, so our glorious flag is sustained\\ngave confidence in the success of our country s cause.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0261.jp2"}, "262": {"fulltext": "212\\nDEATH OF JOHN.\\nI stepped into a tent in which were five young men,\\nSabbath morning. Three were reading their testaments\\nhad a pointed conversation with them found they had all\\nbeen well trained at home all knew what was their duty\\nthree of them joined the glorious army to-night. Another\\nfine, well-trained young stranger had been halting and hesi-\\ntating, though greatly exercised for some time four of his\\nmess had joined, the fifth having died suddenly. He said\\nevery letter from his good father and mother urged and en-\\ntreated him to seek religion, but he doubted his fitness. He\\nwas that night baptized and communed, and afterward told\\nDr. Marks how happy and thankful he felt. His load was\\nall gone. He intends to be a preacher.\\nOn Monday morning, among the first persons I saw was\\na stalwart man coming out of the doctor s cabin, weeping.\\nHe grasped my hand and said he was so happy. The doctor\\nhas written to me since that the good work is still increasing.\\nMay it go on until every dear soldier in our army shall be-\\ncome a good soldier of the cross\\nTHE DEATH OF JOHN\\nTHE WEST VIRGINIA BLACKSMITH.\\nMiss L. M. Alcott, the accomplished daughter of A. B.\\nAlcott, the Concord Philosopher and the bosom friend of\\nRalph Waldo Emerson, was for a time a nurse in one of the\\nhospitals for the wounded in the vicinity of Washington,\\nD. C. She subsequently published a little volume, entitled\\nHospital Sketches, in which the life, heroism, and death", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0264.jp2"}, "263": {"fulltext": "DEATH OF JOHN.\\n213\\nof some of our brave fellows, wounded in the struggle for\\nthe nation s life, are portrayed with a graphic power which\\nhas never been surpassed. Among these descriptions of life\\nand death in the hospital, none surpasses, in beauty and\\npathos, the story of John, the West Yirginia blacksmith\\nMiss Alcott is in one of the wards of the hospital, minister\\ning to the sick, when a messenger from another ward comes\\nin with the expected yet dreaded message\\nu John is going, ma am, and wants to see you if you can\\ncome.\\nThe moment this boy is asleep. Tell him so, and let me\\nknow if I am in danger of being too late.\\nThe messenger departed, and while I quieted poor Shaw,\\nI thought of John. He came in a day or two after the\\nothers; and one evening, when I entered my pathetic\\nroom, I found a lately emptied bed occupied by a large,\\nfair man, with a fine face, and the serenest eyes I ever met.\\nOne of the earlier comers had often spoken of a friend who\\nhad remained behind that those apparently worse wounded\\nthan himself might reach a shelter first. It seemed a David\\nand Jonathan sort of friendship. The man fretted for his\\nmate, and was never tired of praising John his courage,\\nsobriety, self-denial, and unfailing kindliness of heart al-\\nways winding up with He s an out an out fine feller,\\nma am you see if he ain t.\\nI had some curiosity to behold this piece of excellence, and\\nwhen he came, watched him for a night or two, before I made\\nfriends with him for, to tell the truth, I was a little afraid\\nof the stately looking man, whose bed had to be lengthened\\nto accommodate his commanding stature who seldom spoke,\\nuttered no complaint, asked no sympathy, but tranquilly ob-\\nserved what went on about him and, as he lay high upon", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0265.jp2"}, "264": {"fulltext": "214\\nDEATH OF JOHN.\\nhis pillows, no picture of dying statesman or warrior was\\never fuller of real dignity than this Virginia blacksmith. A\\nmost attractive face he had, framed in brown hair and beard,\\ncomely featured and full of vigor, as yet unsubdued by pain\\nthoughtful and often beautifully mild while watching the\\nafflictions of others, as if entirely forgetful of his own. His\\nmouth was grave and firm, with plenty of will and courage\\nin its lines, but a smile could make it as sweet as any\\nwoman s and his eyes were child s eyes, looking one fairly\\nin the face with a clear, straightforward glance, which prom-\\nised well for such as placed their faith in him. He seemed\\nto cling to life as if it were rich in duties and delights, and\\nhe had learned the secret of content. The only time I saw\\nhis composure disturbed, was when my surgeon brought\\nanother to examine John, who scrutinized their faces with\\nar anxious look, asking of the elder Do you think I shall\\npull through, sir? I hope so, my man. And, as the\\ntwo passed on, John s eye still followed them, with an intent-\\nness which would have won a clearer answer from them, had\\nthey seen it. A momentary shadow flitted over his face\\nthea came the usual serenity, as if, in that brief eclipse, he\\nhad acknowledged the existence of some hard possibility,\\nand, asking nothing yet hoping all things, left the issue in\\nGod s hands, with that submission which is true piety.\\nThe next night, as I went my rounds with Dr. P., I hap-\\npened to ask which man in the room probably suffered most\\nand to my great surprise, he glanced at John.\\nEvery breath he draws is like a stab for the ball pierced\\nthe left lung, broke a rib, and did no end of damage here and\\nthere so the poor lad can find neither forgetfulness nor ease,\\nbecause he must lie on his wounded back or suffocate. It\\nwill be a hard struggle, and a long one, for he possesses great", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0266.jp2"}, "265": {"fulltext": "DEATH OF JOHN.\\n215\\nvitality but even his temperate life can t save him I wish\\nit could.\\nYou don t mean he must die, doctor\\nBless jou, there s not the slightest hope for him and\\nyou d better tell him so before long women have a way of\\ndoing such things comfortably, so I leave it to you. He\\nwon t last more than a day or two, at furthest.\\nI could have sat down on the spot and cried heartily, if I\\nhad not learned the wisdom of bottling up one s tears for lei-\\nsure moments. Such an end seemed very hard for such a\\nman, when half a dozen worn-out, worthless bodies round\\nhim, were gathering up the remnants of wasted lives, to\\nlinger on for years, perhaps, burdens to others, daily re-\\nproaches to themselves. The army needed men like John,\\nearnest, brave, and faithful fighting for liberty and justice\\nwith both heart and hand true soldiers of the Lord. I could\\nnot give him up so soon, or think with any patience of so\\nexcellent a nature robbed of its fulfilment, and blundered into\\neternity by the rashness or stupidity of those at whose hands so\\nmany lives may be required. It was an easy thing for Dr. P.\\nto say Tell him he must die, but a cruelly hard thing to\\ndo, and by no means as comfortable as he politely suggested\\nI had not the heart to do it then, and privately indulged the\\nhope that some change for the better might take place, in\\nspite of gloomy prophecies, so rendering my task unneces-\\nsary. A few minutes later, as I came in again, with fresh\\nrollers, I saw John sitting erect, with no one to support him,\\nwhile the surgeon dressed his back. I had never hitherto\\nseen it done; for, having simpler wounds to attend to, and\\nknowing the fidelity of the attendant, I had left John to him.\\nthinking it might be more agreeable and safe; for both\\nstrength and experience were needed in his case. I bad for", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0267.jp2"}, "266": {"fulltext": "216\\nDEATH OF JOHN.\\ngotten that the strong man might long for the gentler tend-\\nance of a woman s hands, the sympathetic magnetism of a\\nwoman s presence, as well as the feebler souls about him.\\nThe doctor s words caused me to reproach myself with\\nneglect, not of any real duty, perhaps, but of those little\\ncares and kindnesses that solace homesick spirits, and make\\nthe heavy hours pass easier. John looked lonely and for-\\nsaken just then, as he sat with bent head, hands folded on his\\nknee, and no outward sign of suffering, till, looking nearer, I\\nsaw great tears roll down and drop upon the floor. It was a\\nnew sight there for, though I had seen many suffer, some\\nswore, some groaned, most endured silently, but none wept.\\nYet it did not seem weak, only very touching, and straight-\\nway my fear vanished, my heart opened wide and took him\\nm, as gathering the bent head in my arms, as freely as if he\\nhad been a little child, I said, Let me help you bear it,\\nJohn.\\nNever, on any human countenance, have I seen so swift\\nand beautiful a look of gratitude, surprise, and comfort, as\\nthat which answered me more eloquently than the whis-\\npered\\nThank you, ma am this is light good this is what I\\nwanted\\nThen why not ask for it before\\nI didn t like to be a trouble you seemed so busy, and I\\ncould manage to get on alone.\\nYou shall not want it any more, J ohn.\\nNor did he for now I understood the wistful look that\\nsometimes followed me, as I went out, after a brief pause\\nbeside his bed, or merely a passing nod, while busied with\\nthose who seemed to need me more than he, because more\\nurgent in their demands now I knew that to him, as to so", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0268.jp2"}, "267": {"fulltext": "DEATH OF JOHN.\\n217\\nmany, i was the poor substitute for mother, wife, or sister,\\naud ill his eyes no stranger, but a friend who hitherto had\\nseemed neglectful for, in his modesty he had never guessed\\nthe truth. This was changed now and, through the tedious\\noperation of probing, bathing, and dressing his wounds, he\\nleaned against me, holding my hand fast, and, if pain wrung\\nfurther tears from him, no one saw them fall but me. When\\nhe was laid down again, I hovered about him, in a remorse-\\nful state of mind that would not let me rest, till I had bathed\\nhis face, brushed his bonny brown hair, set all things\\nsmooth about him, and laid a knot of heath and heliotrope on\\nhis clean pillow. While doing this, he watched me with the\\nsatisfied expression I so liked to see and when I offered the\\nlittle nosegay held it carefully in his great hand, smoothed a\\nruffled leaf or two, surveyed and smelt it with an air of\\ngenuine delight, and lay contentedly regarding the glimmer\\nof the sunshine on the green. Although the manliest man\\namong my forty, he said, Yes, ma am, like a little boy\\nreceived suggestions for his comfort with the quick smile\\nthat brightened his whole face and now and then, as 1\\nstood tidying the table by his bed, I felt him softly touch\\nmy gown, as if to assure himself that I was there. Any\\nthing more natural and frank I never saw, and found this\\nbrave John as bashful as brave, yet full of excellencies and\\nfine aspirations, which, having no power to express them-\\nselves in words, seemed to have bloomed into his character\\nand made him what he was.\\nAfter that night, an hour of each evening that remained\\nto him was devoted to his ease or pleasure. He could not\\ntalk much, for breath was precious, and he spoke in whis-\\npers; but from occasional conversations, I gleaned scraps\\nof private history which only added to the affection and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0269.jp2"}, "268": {"fulltext": "218\\nDEATH OF JOHN.\\nrespect L-felt for him. Once lie asked me to write a letter,\\nand as I settled pen and paper, I said, with an irrepressible\\nglimmer of feminine curiosity, Shall it be addressed to\\nwife or mother, John\\nNeither, ma am I ve got no wife, and will write to\\nmother myself when I get better. Did you think I was\\nmarried because of this he asked, touching a plain ring\\nhe wore, and often turned thoughtfully on his ringer when\\nhe lay alone.\\nPartly that, but more from a settled sort of look you\\nhave, a look which young men seldom get until they marry.\\n1 don t know that but I m not so very young, ma am,\\nthirty, in May, and have been what you might call settled\\nthis ten years for mother s a widow, I m the oldest child\\nshe has, and it wouldn t do for me to marry until Lizzy has\\na home of her own, and Laurie s learned his trade; for\\nwe re not rich, and I must be father to the children and\\nhusband to the dear old woman, if I can.\\nNo doubt but you are both, John; yet how came you\\nto go to war, if you felt so Wasn t enlisting as bad as\\nmarrying\\nNo, ma am, not as I see it, for one is helping my neigh-\\nbor, the other pleasing myself. I went because I couldn t\\nhelp it. I didn t want the glory or the pay I wanted the\\nright thing done, and people kept saying the men who were\\nin earnest ought to fight. I was in earnest, the Lord\\nknows! but I held off as long as I could, not knowing\\nwhich was my duty mother saw the case, gave me her\\nring to keep me steady, and said Go so I went.\\nA short story and a simple one, but the man and the\\nmother were portrayed better than pages of fine writing\\ncould have done it.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0270.jp2"}, "269": {"fulltext": "DEATH OF JOHN.\\n219\\nDo you ever regret that you came, when you lie here\\nsuffering so much?\\nNever, ma am I haven t helped a great deal, but I ve\\nshown I was willing to give my life, and perhaps I ve got\\nto but I don t blame anybody, and if it was to do over\\nagain, I d do it. I m a little sorry I wasn t wounded in\\nfront it looks cowardly to be hit in the back, but I obeyed\\norders, and it don t matter in the end, I know.\\nPoor John I it did not matter now, except that a shot in\\nfront might have spared the long agony in store for him.\\nHe seemed to read the thoughts that troubled me, as he\\nspoke so hopefully when there was no hope, for he suddenly\\nadded\\nThis is my first battle do they think it s going to bs\\nmy last\\nI m afraid they do, John.\\nIt was the hardest question I had ever been called upon\\nto answer doubly hard with those clear eyes fixed on mine,\\nforcing a truthful answer by their own truth. He seemed a\\nlittle startled at first, pondered over the fateful fact a mo-\\nment, then shook his head, with a glance at the broad chest\\nand muscular limbs stretched out before him\\nI m not afraid, but it s difficult to believe all at once.\\nI am so strong it don t seem possible for such a little wound\\nto kill me.\\nMerry Mercutio s dying words glanced through my mem-\\nory as he spoke lis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as\\na church door, but tis enough. And John would have\\nsaid the same could he have seen the ominous black holes\\nbetween his shoulders. He never had; and, seeing the\\nghastly sights about him, could not believe his own more\\nfatal than these, for all the s lffering it caused him.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0271.jp2"}, "270": {"fulltext": "220\\nDEATH OF JOHN.\\nShall I write to jour mother now I asked, thinking\\nthat these sudden tidings might change all plans and pur-\\nposes but they did not for the man received the order of\\nthe Divine Commander to march with the same unquestion-\\ning obedience with which the soldier had received that of\\nthe human one, doubtless remembering that the first led him\\nto life and the last to death.\\nNo, ma am; to Laurie just the same; he ll break it to\\nher best, and I ll add a line to her myself when you get\\ndone.\\nSo I wrote the letter which he dictated, finding it better\\nthan any I had sent; for, though here and there a little\\nungrammatica! or inelegant, each sentence came to me briefly\\nworded, but most expressive full of excellent counsel to\\nthe boy, tenderly bequeathing mother and Lizzie to his\\ncare, and bidding him good-by in words the sadder for their\\nsimplicity. He added a few lines, with steady hand, and, as\\nI sealed it, said, with a patient sort of sigh, I hope the\\nanswer will come in time for me to see it then, turning\\naway his face, laid the flowers against his lips, as if to hide\\nsome quiver of emotion at the thought of such a sudden\\nsundering of all the dear home ties.\\nThese things had happened two days before; now John\\nwas dying, and the letter had not come. I had been sum-\\nmoned, to many death-beds in my life, but to none that\\nmade my heart ache as it did then, since my mother called\\nme to watch the departure of a spirit akin to this in\\nits gentleness and patient strength. As I went in, John\\nstretched out both hands\\nI knew you d come I guess I m moving on, ma am.\\nHe was and so rapidly that, even while he spoke, over\\nhis face I saw the gray vail falling that no uman hand can", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0272.jp2"}, "271": {"fulltext": "EEATH OF JOHN\\n221\\nlift. I sat down by Mm, wiped the drops from his forehead,\\nstirred the air about him with the slow wave of a fan, and\\nwaited to help him die. He stood in sore need of help and\\nI could do so little for, as the doctor had foretold, the strong\\nbody rebelled against death, and fought every inch of the\\nway, forcing him to draw each breath with a spasm, and\\nclench his hands with an imploring look, as if he asked,\\nHow long must I endure this and be still! For hours he\\nsuffered dumbly, without a jnoment s respite, or a moment s\\nmurmuring his limbs grew cold, his face damp, his lips\\nwhite, and again and again he tore the covering off his\\nbreast, as if the lightest weight added to his agony yet\\nthrough it all his eyes never lost their perfect serenity, and\\nthe man s soul seemed to sit therein, undaunted by the ills\\nthat vexed his flesh.\\nOne by one the men woke, and round the room appeared\\na circle of pale faces and watchful eyes, full of awe and pity\\nfor, though a stranger, John was beloved by all. Each man\\nthere had wondered at his patience, respected his piety,\\nadmired his fortitude, and now lamented his hard death for\\nthe influence of an upright nature had made itself deeply felt,\\neven in one little week. Presently, the Jonathan who so\\nloved this comely David came creeping from his bed for a\\nlast look and word. The kind soul was full of trouble, as\\nthe choke in his voice, the grasp of his hand, betrayed but\\nthere were no tears, and the farewell of the friends was the\\nmore touching for its brevity.\\nOld boy, how are you faltered the one.\\nMost through, thank heaven I whispered the other.\\nCan I say or do any thing for you anywheres V\\nTake my things home, and tell them that I did my\\nbest.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0273.jp2"}, "272": {"fulltext": "222\\nDEATH OF JOHN.\\nI will! I will!\\nGood-by, Ned.\\nGood-by, John, good-by\\nThey kissed each other, tenderly as women, and so parted,\\nfor poor Ned could not stay to see his comrade die. For\\na little while, there was no sound in the room but the drip\\nof water from a stump or two and John s distressful gasps,\\nas he slowly breathed his life away. I thought him nearly\\ngone, and had just laid down the fan, believing its help to be\\nno longer needed, when suddenly he rose up in his bed, and\\ncried out with a bitter cry that broke the silence, sharply\\nstartling every one with its agonized appeal\\nFor God s sake, give me air\\nIt was the only cry pain or death had wrung from him,\\nthe only boon he had asked and none of us could grant it,\\nfor all the airs that blew were useless now. Dan flung up\\nthe window. The first red streak of dawn was warming the\\ngray east, a herald of the coming sun John saw it, and with\\nthe love of light which lingers in us to the end, seemed to\\nread in it a sign of hope of help, for over his whole face there\\nbroke that mysterious expression, brighter than any smile,\\nwhich often comes to eyes that look their last. He laid him-\\nself gently down, and stretching out his strong right arm, as\\nif to grasp and bring the blessed air to his lips in a fuller\\nflow, lapsed into a merciful unconsciousness, which assured us\\nthat for him suffering was forever past. He died then for,\\nthough the heavy breaths still tore their way up for a little\\nlonger, they were but the waves of an ebbing tide that beat\\nunfelt against the wreck, which an immortal voyager had\\ndeserted with a smile. He never spoke again, but to the\\nend held my hand close, so close that when he was asleep at\\nlast, I could not draw it away. Dan helped me, warning me,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0274.jp2"}, "273": {"fulltext": "DEATH OF JOHN.\\n223\\nas lie did so, that it was unsafe for dead and living flesh to\\nlie so long together but though my hand was strangely cold\\nand stiff, and four white marks remained across its back,\\neven when warmth and color had returned elsewhere, I could\\nnot but be glad that, through its touch, the presence of human\\nsympathy, perhaps, had lightened that hard hour.\\nWhen they had made him ready for the grave, John lay\\nin state for half an hour, a thing which seldom happened in\\nthat busy place but a universal sentiment of reverence and\\naffection seemed to fill the hearts of all who had known or\\nheard of him; and when the rumor of his death went through\\nthe house, always astir, many came to see him, and I felt a\\ntender sort of pride in my lost patient for he looked a most\\nheroic figure, lying there stately and still as the statue of\\nsome young knight asleep upon his tomb. The lovely ex-\\npression which so often beautifies dead faces, soon replaced\\nthe marks of pain, and I longed for those who loved him\\nbest to see him when half an hour s acquaintance with death\\nhad made them friends. As we stood looking at him, the\\nward master handed me a letter, saying it had been forgotten\\nthe night before It was John s letter, come just an hour too\\nlate to gladden the eyes that had longed and looked for it so\\neagerly yet he had it for, after I had cut some brown\\nlocks for his mother, and taken off the ring to send her, tell-\\ning how well the talisman had done its work, I kissed this\\ngood son for her sake, and laid the letter in his hand, still\\nfolded as when I drew my own away, feeling that its place\\nwas there, and making myself happy with the thought, that\\neven in his solitary place in the Government Lot, he\\nwould not be without some token of the love, which makes\\nlife beautiful and outlives death. Then I left him, glad to\\nhave known so genuine a man, and carrying with me an", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0275.jp2"}, "274": {"fulltext": "224\\nCUSTOMER FOR GRANT S BIOGRAPHY.\\nendearing memory of the brave Virginia blacksmith, as he\\nlay serenely waiting for the dawn of that long day which\\nknows no night.\\nHOW TO SPIKE A GUK\\nA characteristic incident is related of Captain George\\nT\u00c2\u00ab Hebard, formerly a private in company A, of the Chicago\\nlight infantry, and subsequently commander of the first Yer\\nmont battery, which participated in the hard-contested battle,\\nnear Grand Encore. During the progress of the bloody\\nengagement, Major-General Banks rode up and said, energeti-\\ncally: Captain Hebard, your battery will probably be\\ntaken; spike the guns! As the general rode off, the cap-\\ntain addressed the men, saying: Not by a sight! This\\nbattery isn t to be taken nor spiked. Give them double\\ncanister, boys! The battery was charged upon terribly\\nthree times after that the last time, they thought they\\nwould wait until the enemy had approached quite near, when\\nthey let fly a storm of deadly grape and canister, killing\\nevery man within range of the guns. The battery brought off\\nevery gun and caisson, showing that to be the best way of\\nspiking.\\nCUSTOMER FOR GRANT S BIOGRAPHY.\\nRather an amusing incident concerning General Grant\\nis related as having occurred while he was on a journey in a\\nrailroad train, and where he displayed, as usual, none of the\\ninsignia of his military rank. A youthful book-peddle]", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0276.jp2"}, "275": {"fulltext": "NIGHT SCENE IN A H0SPT1AL.\\n225\\ntraversed the cars, crying, Life of General Grant. A\\nmischief-loving aid pointed the youngster to the general s\\nseat, suggesting to him that that man might like a copy.\\nGeneral Grant turned over the pages of the book, and\\ncasually asked, Who is it this is all about? The boy,\\ngiving him a most incredulous grimace of indignation and\\ndisgust, replied, You must be a darned greeny not to know\\nGeneral Grant I After this volley, the lieutenant-general, of\\ncourse, surrendered, and bought his biography.\\nNIGHT SCENE IN A HOSPITAL.\\nIt was past eleven, and my patient was slowly wearying\\nhimself into fitful intervals of quietude, when, in one of these\\npauses, a curious sound arrested my attention. Looking over\\nmy shoulder, I saw a one-legged phantom hopping nimbi}\\ndown the room and, going to meet it, recognized a certain\\nPennsylvania gentleman, whose wound-fever had taken a turn\\nfor the worse, and, depriving him of the few wits a drunken\\ncampaign had left him, set him literally tripping on the light,\\nfantastic toe towards home, as he blandly informed me,\\ntouching the military cap, which formed a striking contrast\\nto the severe simplicity of the rest of his decidedly undress\\nuniform. When sane, the least movement produced a roar\\nof pain or a volley of oaths but the departure of reason\\nseemed to have wrought an agreeable change both in the\\nman and his manners for, balancing himself on one leg, like\\na meditative stork, he plunged into an animated discussion\\nof the war, the President, lager beer, and Enfield rifles\\n15", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0277.jp2"}, "276": {"fulltext": "226\\nNIGHT SCENE IN A HOSPITAL\\nregardless of any suggestions of mine as to the propriety of\\nreturning to bed, lest he be court-martialed for desertion.\\nAny thing more supremely ridiculous can hardly be\\nimagined than this figure, scantily draped in white, its one\\nfoot covered with a big blue sock, a dingy cap set rakingiy\\naskew on its shaven head, and placid satisfaction beaming on\\nits broad, red face, as it nourished a mug in one hand, an old\\nboot in the other, calling them canteen and knapsack, while\\nit skipped and flattered in the most unearthly fashion.\\nWhat to do with the creature I didn t know Dan was absent,\\nand if I went to find him, the perambulator might festoon\\nhimself out of the window, set his toga on fire, or do some\\nof his neighbors a mischief. The attendant of the room was\\nsleeping like a near relative of the celebrated Seven, and\\nnothing short of pins would rouse him; for he had been out\\nthat day, and whiskey asserted its supremacy in balmy whiffs.\\nStill disclaiming, in a fine flow of eloquence, the demented\\ngentleman hopped on, blind and deaf to my graspings and\\nentreaties and I was about to slam the door in his face, and\\nrun for help, when a second saner phantom, all in white,\\ncame to the rescue, in the likeness of a big Prussian, who\\nspoke no English, but divined the crisis, and put an end to\\nit, by bundling the lively monoped into his bed, like a baby,\\nwith an authoritative command to stay put, which received\\nadded weight from being delivered in an odd conglomeration\\nof French and German, accompanied by warning wags of a\\nhead decorated with a yellow cotton nightcap, rendered most\\nimposing by a tassel like a bell- pull. Rather exhausted by\\nhis excursion, the member from Pennsylvania subsided; and,\\nafter an irrepressible laugh together, my Prussian ally and\\nmyself were returning to our places, when the echo of a sob\\ncaused us to glance along the beds. It came from one in the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0278.jp2"}, "277": {"fulltext": "NIGHT SCENE IN A HOSPITAL.\\n227\\ncorner sutli a little bed! and such a tearful little face\\nlooked up at us, as we stopped beside it The twelve year\\nold drummer-boy was not singing now, but sobbing, with a\\nmanly effort, all the while, to stifle the distressful sounds that\\nwould break out.\\nWhat is it, Teddy I asked, as he rubbed the tears\\naway, and checked himself in the middle of a great sob to\\nanswer, plaintively\\nw I ve got a chill, ma am, but I ain t cryin for that, cause\\nI m used to it. I dreamed Kit was here, and when I waked\\nup he wasn t, and I couldn t help it, then.\\nThe boy came in with the rest, and the man who was taken\\ndead from the ambulance was the Kit he mourned. Well he\\nmight for, when the wounded were brought from Frede-\\nricksburg, the child lay in one of the camps thereabout, and\\nthis good friend, though sorely hurt himself, would not leave\\nhim to the exposure and neglect of such a time and place\\nbut, wrapping him in his own blanket, carried him in his\\narms to the transport, tended him during the passage, and\\nonly yielded up his charge when death met him at the door\\nof the hospital, which promised care and comfort for the\\nboy. For ten days, Teddy had shivered or burned with\\nfever and ague, pining the while for Kit, and refusing to be\\ncomforted, because he had not been able to thank him for\\nthe generous protection, which, perhaps, had cost the giver s\\nlife. The vivid dream had wrung the childish heart with a\\nfresh pang, and when I tried the solace fitted for his years,\\nthe remorseful fear that haunted him found vent in a fresh\\nburst of tears, as he looked at the wasted hands I was en-\\ndeavoring to warm\\nOh if I d only been as thin when Kit carried me as I\\nam now, maybe he wouldn t have died but I was heavy,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0279.jp2"}, "278": {"fulltext": "228 CALLING ON PRESIDENT LINCOLN.\\nho was hurt worser than we knew, and so it killed him and\\nI didn t see him to say good- by.\\nThis thought had troubled him in secret and my assu-\\nrances that his friend would probably have died at all events,\\nhardly assuaged the bitterness of his regretful grief.\\nAt this juncture, the delirious man began to shout the\\none-legged rose up in his bed, as if preparing for another\\ndart Teddy bewailed himself more piteously than before\\nand if ever a woman was at her wit s end, that distracted\\nfemale was nurse Periwinkle, during the space of two or three\\nminutes, as she vibrated between the three beds, like an\\nagitated pendulum. Like a most opportune reinforcement,\\nDan, the handy, appeared, and devoted himself to the lively\\nparty, leaving me free to return to my post for the Prus-\\nsian, with a nod and a smile, took the lad away to his own\\nbed, and lulled him to sleep with a soothing murmur, like a\\nmammoth bumble-bee. I liked that in Fritz, and if he ever\\nwondered afterward at the dainties which sometimes found\\ntheir way into his rations, or the extra comforts of his bed,\\nhe might have found a solution of the mystery in sundry\\npersons knowledge of the fatherly action of that night.\\nCALLING ON PRESIDENT LINCOLN.\\nAn officer under the government called at the executive\\nmansion, accompanied by a clerical friend. Mr. President,\\nsaid he, allow me to present to you my friend, the Eev.\\nMr. F., of Mr. F. has expressed a desire to see you,\\nand have some conversation with you, and I am happy to be\\nthe means of introducing him. The President shook hands", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0280.jp2"}, "279": {"fulltext": "ANECDOTE OF GENERAL BUTLER.\\n229\\nmih Mr. F., and desiring him to be seated, took a seat him\\nself. Then his countenance having assumed an expression\\nof patient waiting he said, I am now ready to hear what\\nyou have to say. 0, bless you, sir, said Mr. F., I have\\nnothing special to say. I merely called to pay my respects\\nto you, and, as one of the million, to assure you of my hearty\\nsympathy and support. My dear sir, said the President,\\nrising promptly, his face showing instant relief, and with\\nboth hands grasping that of his visitor, I am very glad to\\nsee you I am very glad to see you, indeed. I thought you\\nhad come to preach to me 1\\nANECDOTE OF GENERAL BUTLER.\\nIt will be remembered that the little Count Mejan once\\nfrantically appealed to the Emperor Napoleon to send an\\narmed force to protect the grog-shop keepers of New Orleans\\nfrom an unconstitutional tax General Butler had levied\\nupon them. The emperor was so puzzled to know what his\\nconsul had to do with the American Constitution, and on\\nwhat principles he made himself the champion of whiskey-\\nvenders in an American city, that he called the count home\\nto explain.\\nIt will be seen, from what follows, that General Butler s\\ntyranny did not stop at taxing grog-shops. It seems that\\nafter the expulsion of the rebels and their allies, the Thugs,\\nfrom New Orleans, the dead walls of that city were suddenly\\ncovered with conspicuous bills containing the following sen\\ntence\\nGet youi shirts at Moody s, 207 Canal Street.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0281.jp2"}, "280": {"fulltext": "230 LIFE AND DEATH OF A PATRIOT SOLDIER.\\nA planter, a secessionist, came to town some months after\\nButler had taken the reins in his hands, and marvelled\\nmuch at the cleanliness and good order he found prevail-\\ning also he was surprised at this notice, which everywhere\\nstared him in the face.\\nu Get your shirts at Moody s said he to an acquaintance\\nhe met in the street; what does this mean? I see it\\neverywhere posted up. What does it mean\\n0, was the reply, that is another of the outrageous acts\\nof this fellow Butler. This is one of the orders of which\\nyou hear so much. Don t you see? he has ordered us to get\\nour shirts at Moody s, and we have to do so. It is, of course,\\nsuspected that he is a silent partner in the concern, and\\npockets the profits.\\nThe poor planter listened with eyes and mouth open and\\nreplied\\nI don t need any shirts just now, and it s a great piece of\\ntyranny but this Butler enforces his orders so savagely\\nthat it is better to give in at once. and accordingly he went\\nto Moody s and purchased half a dozen shirts, on com-\\npulsion.\\nTHE LIFE AND DEATH OF A PATEIOT SOLDIEE.\\nA surgeon in one of the military hospitals at Alexan-\\ndi ia, writes in a private note\\nOur wounded men bear their ^sufferings nobly; I have\\nhardly heard a word of complaint from one of them. A\\nsoldier from the stern and rock-bound coast of Maine\\na victim of the slaughter at Fredericksburg lay in this\\nhospital, his life ebbing away from a fatal wound. He hnd", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0282.jp2"}, "281": {"fulltext": "A TOUCHING INCIDENT OF THE WAR. 231\\na father, brothers, sisters, a wife, a little boy of two or three\\nyears of age, on whom his heart seemed set. Half an hour\\nbefore he ceased to breathe, I stood by his side, holding\\nhis hand. He was in the full exercise of his intellectual\\nfaculties, and was aware that he had but a very brief time\\nto live. He was asked if he had any message to leave for\\nhis dear ones at home, whom he loved so well. Tell them/\\nsaid he, how I died they know how I lived\\nA TOUCHING INCIDENT OF THE WAK.\\nAn interesting anecdote is related of Franklin, who, it is\\nalleged, in order to test the parental instinct existing between\\nmother and child, introduced himself as a belated traveler to\\nhis mother s house, after an absence of many years. Her\\nhouse being filled with more illustrious guests than the\\nunknown stranger, she refused him shelter, and would have\\nturned him from her door. Hence, he concluded that this so-\\ncalled parental instinct was a pleasant delusive belief, not\\nsusceptible of proof.\\nThe opposite of this occurred in Washington. In one of\\nthe fierce engagements with the rebels near Mechanicsville, a\\nyoung lieutenant of a Ehode Island battery had his right\\nfoot so shattered by a fragment of shell that, on reaching\\nWashington, after one of those horrible ambulance rides, and\\na journey of a week s duration, he was obliged to undergo\\namputation of the leg. He telegraphed home, hundreds of\\nmiles away, that all was going well, and, with a soldier s\\nfortitude, composed himself to bear his sufferings alone.\\nUnknown to him, however, his mother, one of those dear", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0283.jp2"}, "282": {"fulltext": "232\\nA SICK EELATIYE.\\nreserves of the army, hastened up to join the main force.\\nShe reached the city at midnight, and the nurses would have\\nkept her from him until morning. One sat by his side,\\nfanning him as he slept, her hand on the feeble fluctuating\\npulsations which foreboded sad results. But what woman s\\nheart could resist the pleadings of a mother then In th\\ndarkness she was finally allowed to glide in and take the place\\nat his side. She touched his pulse, as the nurse had done\\nnot a word had been spoken but the sleeping boy opened\\nhis eyes, and said a That feels like my mother s hand who\\nis this beside me It is my mother turn up the gas and\\nlet me see mother I\\nThe two dear faces met in one long, joyful, sobbing embrace,\\nand the fondness pent up in each heart sobbed and panted,\\nand wept forth its expression.\\nThe gallant fellow, just twenty-one, his leg amputated on\\nthe last day of his three years service, underwent operation\\nafter operation, and, at last, when death drew nigh, he was\\ntold by tearful friends that it only remained to make him\\ncomfortable, said, he had looked death in the face too many\\ntimes to be afraid now, and died as gallantly as did the men\\nof the Cumberland.\\nA SICK EELATIYE.\\nGeneral Rosecrans indulges occasionally in a witticism\\nA lady called upon him for the purpose of procuring a pass,\\nwhich was declined very politely. Tears came to the lady s\\neyes, as she remarked that her uncle was very ill, and might\\nnot recover. Very sorry, indeed, madam, replied the\\ngeneral. My uncle has been indisposed for some time. As", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0284.jp2"}, "283": {"fulltext": "A NIGHT SCENE AT FREDERICKSBURG.\\n233\\ne oon as Uncle Sam recovers a little, you shall have a pass to\\ngo where you please.\\nA NIGHT SCENE AT FEEDEKICKSBURGk\\nThe following graphic story was told by Carleton, the\\naccomplished correspondent\\nFredericksburg, May 17, 1864.\\nThe day is past. The cool night has come, refreshing\\nthe fevered cheek, cooling the throbbing pulse, and soothing\\nthe aching wounds of the thousands congregated in this city.\\nI have made it in part a day of observation, visiting the hos-\\npitals, and conversing with patients and nurses and now,\\nwearied, worn, with nerves unstrung by sickening sights, T\\nmake an attempt to sketch the scenes of the day.\\nThe city is a vast hospital churches, all public build-\\nings, private dwellings, stores, chambers, attics, basements,\\nall are occupied by patients, or are attended by medical\\nofficers, or by those who have come to take care of the\\nwounded. All day long the trains of ambulances have been\\narriving from the field hospitals. There are but few wounded\\nleft at the front, those only whom to move would be certain\\ndeath. Those able to bear removal have been sent in, that\\nthe army may move on to finish its appointed work.\\nA red flag is flung out at the Sanitary Commission\\nrooms a white one at the rooms of the Christian Commis-\\nsion. There are three hundred volunteer nurses in attend-\\nance. The Sanitary Commission have fourteen wagons\\nbringing supplies from Belle Plain. The Christian Commis-\\nsion has less transportation facilities, but in devotion, in hard\\nwork, in patient effort, it is the compeer of its more bounti", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0285.jp2"}, "284": {"fulltext": "234 A NIGHT SCENE AT FREDERICKSBURG.\\nfully supplied neighbor. The nurses are divided into details,\\nsome for day service, some for night work. Each state has\\nits relief committee.\\nGovernor Smith, of Vermont is here Senator Sprague,\\nof Rhode Island Senator Sherman, of Ohio Senator Porne-\\nroy, of Kansas; Ex-Mayors Bunton and Smyth, of Manchester,\\n1ST. H. Ex-Mayor Fay, of Chelsea Rev. Mr. Means, of Rox-\\nbury and scores of men, aside from the Commissions nurses,\\ndoing what they can to relieve the necessities, and alleviate\\nthe sufferings, of the wounded.\\nHow patient the brave fellows are Not a word of com-\\nplaint, but thanks for the slightest favor. There has been a\\nlack of crutches. This morning I saw a soldier of a California\\nregiment, an old soldier who fought with the lamented Baker\\nat Ball s Bluff, and who has been in more than twenty battles,\\nand who, till Thursday last, has escaped unharmed, hobbling\\nabout with the arms of a settee nailed to strips of board.\\nHis regiment went home to-day, its three years of service\\nhaving expired. It was bat a score or two of weather-beaten,\\nbattle-scarred veterans. The disabled comrade could hardly\\nkeep back the tear as he saw them pass down the street\\nFew of us left. The bones of the boys are on every battle-\\nfield where the Army of the Potomac has fought, said he.\\nThere was a sound of the pick and spade in the church-\\nyard, a heaving up of new earth a digging of trenches, not\\nfor defence against the enemy, but the preparation of the last\\nresting-place of departed heroes. There they lie a dozen\\nof them each wrapped in his blanket the last bivouac\\nFor them there is no more war no charges into the thick,\\nleaden raindrops no more hurrahs no more cheering of the\\ndear old flag, bearing it onward to victory. They have\\nfallen, but the victory is theirs, theirs the roll of eternal", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0286.jp2"}, "285": {"fulltext": "A NIGHT SCENE AT FREDERICKSBURG.\\n235\\nhonor, One by one side by side men from Massachusetts,\\nand from Pennsylvania, and from Wisconsin from all the\\nStates, resting in one common grave. Peace to them bless-\\nings on those whom they have left behind\\nGo into the hospitals, armless, legless men, wounds of\\nevery description. Men on the hard floor, on the hard seats\\nof church pews, lying in one position all day, unable to stir\\ntill the nurse going the rounds comes to their aid. They\\nmust wait till their food comes. Some must be fed with a\\nspoon, as if they were little children.\\ni that we could get some straw for the brave fellows/\\nsaid Kev. Mr. Kimball, of the Christian Commission. He\\nhad wandered about town, searching for the article. There\\nis none to be had. We shall have to send to Washington\\nfor it.\\n4 Straw I remember two stacks, four miles out on the\\nSpottsylvania road. I saw them last night as I galloped in\\nfrom the front.\\nArmed with a requisition from the provost-marshal to\\nseize two stacks of straw, with two wagons driven by intelli-\\ngent contrabands, four Christian Commission delegates, and\\naway we went across the battle-field of December fording\\nHazel Run gained the heights, and reached the straw stacks,\\nowned by Rev. Mr. Owen.\\nBy whose authority do you take my property\\nThe provost-marshal s, sir.\\nRev. Mr. Kimball was on the stack pitching it down. I\\nwas pitching it in, and the young men were stowing it away.\\n1 Are you going to pay me for it V\\nYou must see the provost-marshal, sir. If you are a\\nloyal man, and will take the oath of allegiance, doubtless you\\nwill get your pay.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0287.jp2"}, "286": {"fulltext": "236\\nA NIGHT SCENE AT FREDERICKSBURG.\\nIt is pretty hard. My children are just ready to starve.\\nI have nothing for them to eat, and you come to take my\\nproperty without paying for it.\\nYes, sir war is hard. You must remember, sir, that\\nthere are thousands of wounded men your wounded as well\\nas ours. If your children are on the point of starving, those\\nmen are on the point of dying. We must have the straw for\\nthem. What we don t take to-night we will get in the\\nmorning. Meanwhile, sir, if anybody attempts to take it,\\nplease say to them that it is for the hospital, and they can t\\nhave it.\\nThus with wagons stuffed we leave Eev. Mr. Owen, and\\nreturn to make glad the hearts of several thousand men. 0,\\nhow they thank us\\n1 Did you get it for me God bless you, sir\\nIt is evening. Thousands of soldiers, just arrived from\\nWashington, have passed through the town to take their\\nplaces in the front. The hills all around are white with\\ninnumerable tents and thousands of wagons.\\nA band is playing lively airs to cheer the wounded in\\nthe hospitals. I have been looking in to see the sufferers.\\nTwo or three have gone. They will need no more attention.\\nA surgeon is at work upon a ghastly wound, taking up the\\narteries. An attendant is pouring cold water upon a swollen\\nlimb. In the Episcopal church a nurse is bolstering up a\\nwounded officer in the area behind the altar. Men are lying\\nin the pews, on the seats, on the floor, on boards on the top\\nof the pews.\\nTwo candles in the spacious building throw their feeble\\nrays into the dark recesses, faintly disclosing the recumbent\\nforms. There is heavy, stifled breathing, as of constant effort\\nto suppress involuntary cries extorted by acutest pain", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0288.jp2"}, "287": {"fulltext": "A NIGHT SCENE AT FREDERICKSBURG.\\n237\\nHard it is to see them suffer and not be able to relieve\\nthem.\\nPassing into the street, you see a group of women, talking\\nabout our wounded rebel wounded who are receiving their\\nespecial attention. The provost- marshal s patrol is going its\\nrounds to preserve order.\\nStarting down the street, you reach the rooms of the\\nChristian Commission. Some of the men are writing, some\\neating their rations, some dispensing supplies. Passing\\nthrough their rooms, you gain the grounds in the rear a\\nbeautiful garden once not unattractive now. The air is\\nredolent with honeysuckle and locust blossoms. The penni-\\nfolia is unfolding its delicate milk-white petals roses are\\nopening their tinted leaves.\\nFifty men are gathered round a summer-house warm-\\nhearted men who have been all day in the hospitals. Their\\nhearts have been wrung by the scenes of suffering, in the\\nexercise of Christian charity imitating the example of the\\nEedeemer of men. They have given bread for the body and\\nfood for the soul. They have given cups of cold water in the\\nname of Jesus, and prayed with those departing to the silent\\nland. The moonlight shimmers through the leaves of the\\nlocust.\\nThe little congregation breaks into singing\\nCome, thou fount of every blessing.\\nAfter the hymn, a chaplain says: 1 Brethren, I had service\\nthis afternoon in the first division hospital of the second\\ncorps. The surgeon in charge, before prayer, asked all who\\ndesired to be prayed for to raise their hands and nearly\\nevery man who had a hand raised it. Let us remember them\\nin our prayers to-night/\\nA man in the summer-house so far off that I cannot dis", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0289.jp2"}, "288": {"fulltext": "238\\nA MOHAMMEDAN COLONEL.\\ntinguish him in the shadow says: There is manifestly a\\nspirit of prayer among the soldiers of the second division of\\nthe sixth corps hospital. Every man there raised his hand\\nfor prayers\\nSimilar remarks are made by others, and then there are\\nearnest prayers offered that (rod will bless them, relieve their\\nsufferings, give them patience, restore them to health that\\nHe will remember the widow and fatherless far away that\\nJesus may be their Friend.\\nAh! this night scene! There was an allusion, by one\\nwho prayed, to the garden scene of Gethsemane the blood\\nof the Son of God, and in connection to the blood shed for\\nour country. You who are far away can understand but lit-\\ntle of the reality of these scenes. Friends, everywhere, you\\nhave given again and again, but continue to give you can-\\nnot repay these brave defenders of our country. Give as\\nGod has prospered you, and great shall be your reward.\\nFaint, feeble, tame, lifeless is this attempt to portray the\\nscenes of a day at Fredericksburg. Picture it as you may,\\nand you will fall short of the reality.\\nA MOHAMMEDAN COLONEL.\\nA well-known colonel in the Union service, who bad\\nbeen injured several times in various actions during the wai\\nreceived, at the battle of Fort Fisher, a wound which was\\nconsidered fatal. As usual in such cases, the chaplain\\napproached him, and was about offering words of consolation,\\nwhen the wounded colonel interrupted him with, Pass on.\\nCm a Mohammedan.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0290.jp2"}, "289": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW AT FREDERICKSBURG.\\nT1IE SNOW AT FKEDEKICKSBUKG.\\nDrift over the slopes to the sunrise land,\\nOh wonderful, wonderful snow\\nOh pure as the breast of a virgin saint,\\nDrift tenderly, soft, and slow\\nOver the slopes of the sunrise land,\\nAnd into the haunted dells\\nOf the forests of pine, where the robbing winds\\nAre tuning their memory bells.\\nInto the forests of sighing pines,\\nAnd over those yellow slopes,\\nThat seem but the work of the cleaving plough,\\nThat cover so many hopes\\nThey are many indeed, and straightly made,\\nNot shapen with loving care\\nBut the souls let out and the broken blades\\nMay never be counted there\\nFall over those lonely hero graves,\\nOh delicate, dropping snow\\nLike the blessing of God s unfaltering love\\nOn the warrior heads below\\nLike the tender sigh of a mother s soul,\\nAs she waiteth and watcheth for One\\nWho will never come back from the sunrise lane\\nWhen the terrible war is done.\\nAnd here, where lieth the high of heart,\\nDrift white as the bridal veil\\nThat will never be borne by the drooping girl\\nWho setteth afar, so pale.\\nFall, fast as the tears of the suffering wife,\\nWho stretcheth despairing hands\\nOut to the blood-rich battle-fields\\nThat crimson the eastern sands.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0291.jp2"}, "290": {"fulltext": "240\\nRECOLLECTIONS OF GRANT.\\nFall in thy virgin tenderness,\\nOh delicate snow and cover\\nThe graves of our heroes, sanctified,\\nHusband and son and lover\\nDrift tenderly over those yellow slopes,\\nAnd mellow our deep distress,\\nAnd put us in mind of the shriven souls\\nAnd their mantles of righteousness\\nRECOLLECTIONS OF GRANT.\\nEev. J. L. Crane, the chaplain of the regiment of which\\nLieutenant-General Grant was colonel, gives the following\\ninteresting reminiscences of his private and military charac-\\nter\\nGrant, he says, is about five feet ten inches in height,\\nand will weigh one hundred and forty or forty -five pounds.\\nHe has a countenance indicative of reserve, and an indomita-\\nble will, and persistent purpose.\\nIn dress he is indifferent and careless, making no preten-\\nsions to style or fashionable military display. Had he contin-\\nued colonel till now, I think his uniform would have lasted\\ntill this day; for he never used it except on dress parade, and\\nthen seemed to regard it a good deal as David did Saul s\\narmor.\\nHis body is a vial of intense existence; and yet when a\\nstranger would see him in a crowd he would never think of\\nasking his name. He is no dissembler. He is a sincere,\\nthinking, real man.\\nHe is always cheerful. No toil, cold, heat, hunger, fa\\nUgue, or want of money, depresses him. He does his work at", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0292.jp2"}, "291": {"fulltext": "RECOLLECTIONS OF GRANT.\\n241\\nthe time, and he requires all under his command to be equally\\nprompt. I was walking over the camp with him one morn-\\ning after breakfast. It was usual for each company to call\\nthe roll at a given hour. It was now probably a half hour\\nafter the time for that duty. The colonel was quietly smok-\\ning his old meerschaum, and talking and walking along,\\nwhen he noticed a company drawn up in line and the roll\\nbeing called. He instantly drew his pipe from his mouth\\nand exclaimed, Captain, this is no time for calling the roll.\\nOrder your men to their quarters immediately. The com-\\nmand was instantly obeyed, and the colonel resumed his\\nsmoking and walked on, conversing as quietly as if nothing\\nhad happened. For this violation of discipline those men\\nwent without rations that day, except what they gathered up\\nprivately from among their friends of other companies. Such\\na breach of order was never witnessed in the regiment after-\\nward while he was its colonel. This promptness is one of\\nGrant s characteristics, and it is one of the secrets of his suc-\\ncess.\\nOn one of our marches, when passing through one of\\nthese small towns where the grocery is the principal establish-\\nment, some of the lovers of intoxication had broken away\\nfrom our lines and filled their canteens with whiskey, and\\nwere soon reeling and ungovernable under its influence.\\nWhile apparently stopping the regiment for rest, Grant passed\\nquietly along and took each canteen, and wherever he de-\\ntected the fatal odor, emptied the liquor on the ground with\\nas much nonchalance as he would empty his pipe, and had the\\noffenders tied behind the baggage wagons till they had\\nsobered into soldierly propriety. On this point his orders\\nwere imperative no whiskey nor intoxicating beverages were\\nallowed in his camp.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0293.jp2"}, "292": {"fulltext": "242\\nRECOLLECTIONS OF GRANT.\\nIn the afternoon of a very hot day in July, 1861, while\\nthe regiment was stationed in the town of Mexico, Missouri,\\nI had gone to the cars as they were passing, and procured the\\ndaily paper, and seated myself in the shadow of my tent to\\nread the news. In the telegraphic column I soon came to the\\nannouL cement that Grant, with several others, was made\\nbrigadier-general. In a few minutes he came walking that\\nway, and I called to him\\nCclonel, I have some news here that will interest you.\\nWhat have you, chaplain\\nI see that you are made brigadier-general.\\nrt He seated himself by my side and remarked\\nWell, sir, I had no suspicion of it. It never came from\\nany request of mine. That s some of Washburne s work. I\\nknew Washburne in Galena. He was a strong Eepublican,\\nand I was a Democrat, and I thought from that he never liked\\nme very well. Hence we never had more than a business or\\nstreet acquaintance. Bat when the war broke out I found\\nhe had induced Governor Yates to appoint me mustering\\nofficer of the Illinois volunteers, and after that had something\\nto do in having me commissioned colonel of the twenty-first\\nregiment and I suppose this is some of his work.\\nAnd he very leisurely rose up and pulled his black felt\\nhat a little nearer his eyes, and made a few extra passes at\\nhis whiskers, and walked away with as much apparent un-\\nconcern as if some one had merely told him that his new suit\\nof clothes was finished.\\nGrant belongs to no church, yet he entertains and ex-\\npresses the highest esteem for all the enterprises that tend to\\npromote religion. When at home he generally attended the\\nMethodist Episcopal church. While he was colonel of the\\ntwenty-first regiment, he gave every encouragement and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0294.jp2"}, "293": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0295.jp2"}, "294": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0296.jp2"}, "295": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2114", "width": "1719", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0297.jp2"}, "296": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0298.jp2"}, "297": {"fulltext": "AN OBSERVING NEGRO.\\n243\\nfacility for securing a prompt and uniform observance of\\nreligious services, and was found in the audience listening to\\npreaching.\\nu Shortly after I came into the regiment our mess were\\none day taking their usual seats around the dinner-table,\\nwt pd he remarked\\n11 Chaplain, when I was at home, and ministers were stop-\\nping at my house, I always invited them to ask a blessing at\\nthe table. I suppose a blessing is as much needed here as at\\nhome and if it is agreeable with your views, I should be\\nglad to have you ask a blessing every time we sit down\\nto eat.\\nTIME TO LEAYE.\\nOne of the contrabands, who found his way to Boston\\nwith returning troops, related his experience on the battle-\\nfield as follows Ye see, massa, I was drivin an ambulance,\\nwhen a musket-ball come and kill my horse and den, pretty\\nsoon, the shell come along, and he blow my wagon all to\\npieces and den I got off!\\nAN OBSERYING NEGRO.\\nA fine-looking negro went into the Union lines on the\\nPotomac, and reported himself for work.\\nWhere are you from? asked the officer on duty.\\nCulpepper Court House, sar.\\nu What s the news down there", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0299.jp2"}, "298": {"fulltext": "244\\nTRUE TO THE UNION.\\nNothin massa, cept dar s a man down dar lost a mighty\\ngood and valuable nigger dis morning, and I reckon he dun\\nlose more afore night.\\nANECDOTE OF PKESIDENT LINCOLN.\\nA lieutenant, whom debts compelled to leave his father\\nland and service, succeeded in being admitted to the late Pre\\nsident Lincoln, and, by reason of his commendable and win-\\nning deportment and intelligent appearance, was promised a\\nlieutenant s commission in a cavalry regiment. He was so en-\\nraptured with his success, that he deemed it a duty to inform\\nthe President that he belonged to one of the oldest noble\\nhouses in Germany. 0, never mind that, said Mr. Lincoln.\\nyou will not find that to be an obstacle to your advance-\\nment.\\nTKUE TO THE UNION\\nThere are many names in Tennessee, and particularly in\\nthe eastern portion of that State, which the loyal people will\\nnot let die. They will be read and thought of in the far\\nfuture as the present generation look back at the demigods\\nof the Eevolution. A letter from Cincinnati, of recent date,\\ngives some account of one of those noble-hearted Tennessee-\\nans and as the story came from the lips of a dying man, it\\nis probably truthful. The writer states that among the rebel\\nprisoners at Camp Dennison, Ohio, was one named Neil, who,\\nwhen asked how he came to be a rebel, stated that the seces-\\nsionists scared him into it.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0300.jp2"}, "299": {"fulltext": "TRUE TO THE UNION.\\n245\\nHe had been a postmaster in Yan Buren County, Tennes-\\nsee, and a Union man. The rebels held three elections in\\nthat county, but got hardly a solitary vote in Neil s precinct.\\nEnraged at this, they imported a force of soldiers, and began\\nto lynch unarmed Unionists. This style of proceedure made\\nsome converts, but it was withstood, Among the victims\\nNeil spoke of and as he knew that he was dying, he reminded\\nhis hearers of his obligation to speak the simple truth was\\nthe martyr patriot whose history he thus recited\\nThere was in Yan Buren County an old Methodist\\npreacher of a great deal of ability, named Ca vender. He\\nwas from the first a most determined Union man and as his\\ninfluence in the county was great, they determined to make an\\nexample of him, and get him out of the way. So they took\\nhim out of his house, pat a rope round his neck, set him\\nupon a horse, and led him into a forest. They then told\\nhim that unless he would publicly renounce his Unionism,\\nthey would hang him. Cavender replied, God gave me my\\nbreath to bear witness to his truth and when I must turn it\\nto the work of lies and crime, it is well enough to yield it up\\nto Him who gave it.\\nThey then asked him if he had any parting request. He\\nsaid 1 he had no hope that they would attend to any thing\\nhe might ask. They said they would. He then desired that\\nthey would take his body to his daughter, with the request\\nthat she would lay it beside the remains of his wife. They\\nthen said, 1 It s time to go to your prayers. He replied,\\n1 1 am not one of the sort who has to wait until a rope is\\nround his neck to pray. Then they said, Come, old man,\\nno nonsense if you don t swear to stand by the Confederacy,\\nyou ll have to hang, at the same time tying the rope to a\\nblanch.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0301.jp2"}, "300": {"fulltext": "246\\nTHE COMMON SOLDIER.\\nThe old man said, 1 Hang away. One then gave a blow\\nwith a will, to the horse upon which Cavender sat; the horse\\nsprang forward, and the faithful servant of God and his coun-\\ntry passed into eternity. You will remember that they said\\nthey would fulfil his last request. Well, they tore the flesh\\noff his bones and threw it to the hogs his heart was cut out,\\nand lay in a public place till it rotted. Can it be wondered\\nif few are strong enough to resist their only legitimate argu-\\nment for rebellion\\nTEE COMMON SOLDIER.\\nNobody cared, when he went to war,\\nBut the woman who cried on his shoulder;\\nNobody decked him with immortelles;\\nHe was only a common soldier.\\nNobody packed in a dainty trunk\\nFolded raiment and officer s fare\\nA knapsack held all the new recruit\\nMight own, or love, or eat, or wear.\\nNobody gave him a good-by fete,\\nWith sparkling jest and flower-crowned wine\\nTwo or three friends on the sidewalk stood\\nWatching for Jones, the fourth in line.\\nNobody cared how the battle went\\nWith the man who fought till the bullet sped\\nThrough the coat undecked with leaf or star\\nOn a common soldier left for dead.\\nThe cool rain bathed the fevered wound,\\nAnd the kind clouds wept the livelong night:", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0302.jp2"}, "301": {"fulltext": "THE COMMON SOLDIER.\\n247\\n-A pit}dng lotion Nature gave,\\nTill help might come with morning light\\nSuch help as the knife of the surgeon gives,\\nCleaving the gallant arm from shoulder\\nAnd another name swells the pension-list\\nFor the meagre pay of a common soldier.\\nSee, over yonder all day he stands\\nAn empty sleeve in the soft wind sways,\\nAs he holds his lonely left hand out\\nFor charity at the crossing ways.\\nAnd this is how, with bitter shame,\\nHe begs his bread and hardly lives\\nSo wearily ekes out the sum\\nA proud and grateful country gives.\\nWhat matter how he served the guns\\nWhen plume and sash were over yonder\\nWhat matter though he bore the flag\\nThough blinding smoke and battle thunder\\nWhat matter that a wife and child\\nCry softly for that good arm rent\\nAnd wonder why that random shot\\nTo him, their own beloved, was sent\\nO patriot hearts, wipe out this strain\\nGive jewelled cup and sword no more\\nBut let no common soldier blush\\nTo own the loyal blue he wore.\\nShout long and loud for victory won\\nBy chief and leader staunch and true\\nBut don t forget the boys that fought\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nShout for the common soldier too.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0303.jp2"}, "302": {"fulltext": "SOMETHING FOR EVERYBODY.\\nOUTFLANKED FOR ONCE.\\nWhen General Sherman was in command at Benton\\nBarracks, St. Louis, he was in the habit of visiting every\\npart of that institution, and making himself familiar with\\nevery thing that was going on. He wore an old brown coat\\nand a stove-pipe hat, and was not generally recognized\\nby the minor officials or the soldiers. One day, while walk-\\ning through the grounds, he met with a soldier who was un-\\nmercifully beating a mule.\\nStop pounding that mule! said the general.\\nGit eout said the soldier, in blissful ignorance of the\\nperson to whom he was speaking.\\nI tell you to stop, reiterated the general.\\nYou mind your business and I will mind mine, replied\\nthe soldier, continuing his flank movement upon the mule.\\nI tell you again to stop I said General S. Do you know\\nwho I am I am General Sherman.\\nThat s played out! said the soldier. Every man who\\ncomes along here with an old brown coat and a stove-pipe\\nhat on claims to be General Sherman.\\nIt is presumed that for once General Sherman considered\\nhimself outflanked.\\nSOMETHING FOR EYERYBODY.\\nNot long after the issue of his proclamation of emancipa-\\ntion, the President had a fit of illness, though happily of\\nshort duration. Nothwithstanding this disability, however,\\nhe was greatly bored by visitors. The Honorable Mr. Blow", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0304.jp2"}, "303": {"fulltext": "SOMETHING FOR EVERYBODY\\n24U\\nhard and the Honorable Mr. Toolittle did not fail to call on\\nhis excellency, to congratulate him on his message and his\\nproclamation gentlemen in the humble walks of civil life\\nwere at the capital for the first time, and couldn t leave with-\\nout seeing the successor of George Washington persons\\nwith axes to grind insisted upon a little aid from the great\\nAmerican rail-splitter and between them all they gave the\\nconvalescent Chief Magistrate very little leisure or peace of\\nmind. One individual, whom the President knew to be\\na tedious sort of customer, called at the White House about\\nthis time, and insisted upon an interview. Just as he had\\ntaken his seat, Mr. Lincoln sent for his physician, who im-\\nmediately made his appearance.\\nDoctor, said he, holding out his hand, what are those\\nmarks\\nThat s varioloid, or mild small pox, said the doctor.\\nThey re all over me It is contagious, I believe, said\\nMr. Lincoln.\\nYery contagious, indeed, replied the Esculapian at\\ntendant.\\nWell, I can t stop, Mr. Lincoln I just called to see how\\nyou were, said the visitor.\\nOh, don t be in any hurry, sir! placidly remarked the\\nexecutive.\\nThank you, sir, I ll call again, replied the visitor,\\nexecuting a masterly retreat from a fearful contagion.\\nDo sir, said the President. Some people said they\\ncouldn t take very well to my proclamation, but now, I am\\nhappy to say, I have something that everybody can take.\\nBy this time the visitor was making a desperate break for\\nPennsylvania Avenue, which he reached on the doubJe\\nquick.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0305.jp2"}, "304": {"fulltext": "250\\nTRACTS VS. POUND CAKES.\\nTRACTS vs. POUND CAKES.\\nA secession lady visited the hospital at Nashville, one\\nmorning, with a negro servant, who carried a large basket on\\nhis arm, covered with a white linen cloth. She approached\\na German, and accosted him thus\\nAre you a good Union man\\nI ish dat, was the laconic reply of the German, at the\\nsame time casting a hopeful glance at the basket aforesaid.\\nThat is all I wanted to know, replied the lady, and\\nbeckoning to the negro to follow, she passed to the opposite\\nside of the roor^i, where a Confederate soldier lay, and asked\\nhim the same question, to which he very promptly replied\\nNot by a sight. The lady thereupon uncovered the\\nbasket, and laid out a bottle of wine, mince pies, pound cake\\nand other delicacies, which were greedily devoured in the\\npresence of the soldiers, who felt somewhat indignant at such\\nun-Samaritan-like conduct.\\nOn the following morning, however, another lady made\\nher appearance with a large covered basket, and she, also,\\naccosted our German friend, and desired to know if he was a\\nUnion man.\\nI ish, by Got; I no care what you got I bese Union.\\nThe lady set the basket on the table, and our German\\nfriend thought the truth had availed in this case, if it did not\\nin the other. But imagine the length of the poor fellow s\\ncountenance, when the lady uncovered the basket, and pre-\\nsented him with about a bushel of tracts. He shook his head,\\ndolefully, and said\\nI no read English, and, beside, dat rebel on de oder side\\nof se house need tern so more as me.\\nThe lady distributed them and left.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0306.jp2"}, "305": {"fulltext": "MUSIC IN THE HOSPITAL.\\n251\\nNot long afterward along came another richly dressed\\nlady, who propounded the same question to the German.\\nHe stood gazing at the basket, apparently at a loss for a\\nreply. At length he answered her, in Yankee style, as\\nfollows\\nBy Got, you no got me dis time vat you got mit the\\nbasket?\\nThe lady required an unequivocal reply to her question,\\nand was about to move on, when Teuton shouted out\\nu If you got tracts I bese Union but if you got mince pie\\nmit pound cake unt vine, I be secesh like de tibel.\\nMUSIC IN THE HOSPITAL.\\nA YOUNG- lady was heard to say, I wish I could do some\\ntiling for my country; I would willingly become a nurse in\\na hospital, but I have not the physical strength. What can\\nI do?\\nYou can sing, a friend replied.\\nYes, I can sing, but what of that\\nGo to one of the hospitals, and sing for the soldiers.\\nThe idea pleased her. She accompanied a friend who was\\nlong used to such visits, and who introduced her by saymg\\nto the patients\\nHere is a young lady who has come to sing for you.\\nAt the mere announcement, every face was aglow w^.th\\nanimation, every eye was riveted upon her with expectant\\npleasure. She sang a few songs, commencing with the\\nglorious Star Spangled Banner. As the thrilling note? of\\nthat song rang through the apartment, one poor man, who", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0307.jp2"}, "306": {"fulltext": "252\\nMEDICINAL PROPERTIES OF BLANKETS.\\nhad been given up by the physician as an almost hopeless\\ncase, raised himself in his cot, leaned his head upon his\\nhand, and drank in every note like so much nectar. The\\neffect was electrical. From that moment he began to amend,\\nand finally recovered.\\nMEDICINAL PROPERTIES OF BLANKETS.\\nIn the month of December, 1863, a Vermont regiment\\nwas encamped beyond Arlington Heights, in Virginia. The\\nmen of the regiment were brawny and robust, but protracted\\nexposure had occasioned an unusual degree of sickness\\namong them; and application was made to the Sanitary\\nCommission for supplies, medical and otherwise. The regi-\\nment, for some cause, had never been supplied with blankets,\\nand many of the sick were consequently destitute of the\\nmost necessary protection from the cold. The wants of the\\nmen once discovered to the Sanitary Commission, arrange-\\nments were immediately made to supply them, and in a day\\nor two one hundred and fifty blankets, were forwarded;\\nblankets made and given, most of them, by the wives and\\nsisters of volunteers.\\nIn this regiment was a private Andrew, he may be\\ncalled, a large stalwart fellow, who had been broken down\\nby severe service, and was considered by all as beyond hope\\nof recovery. He had behaved with marked bravery in\\nevery engagement in which his regiment had participated,\\nand was a universal favorite among his comrades. Though\\nnaturally courageous and stout-hearted, his physical prostra-\\ntion had seriously affected his mind, and he was full of\\ndespondency, expecting momentarily to die. When the sup-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0308.jp2"}, "307": {"fulltext": "MEDICINAL PROPERTIES OF BLANKETS.\\n253\\nplies of the Sanitary Commission were conveyed to the camp,\\nthe condition of this man was brought particularly to the\\nattention of the agent having them in charge. He, full of\\nsympathy for the suffering fellow, provided him with all pos-\\nsible comforts, such as fruits, medicines, and agreeable food,\\nadding to his supplies a sick blanket, which he carefully\\nfolded over the patient, as he lay on his hard board bed\\nThe following day, visiting the regimental camp a second\\ntime, the agent was met by the colonel with the information\\nthat Andrews was much better, and promised, after all, to\\nrecover.\\nWould you believe it, said the colonel, the sight of\\nthat blanket seemed to bring the fellow right back to life\\nhis whole manner brightened his very fingers grew nettle-\\nsome, clutching the blanket with a very ecstacy of delight.\\nThe agent hurried to the sick man s tent, and found him,\\nindeed, vastly improved. His face brightened as the agent\\napproached, but he did not take his gaze from the blanket.\\nPresently, pointing with his long, thin finger, to a corner of\\nthe blanket, he whispered\\nThat, sir, has been better medicine than all your hospital\\nstuff. It has put new life into my veins if I m ever a well\\nman, it ll be because Grod sent me this blanket.\\nThe story of that blanket was a simple, and yet a surprising\\none. It had been made by the soldiers own wife, living far\\naway among the Yermont hills, and had been sent with\\nother contributions from the same neighborhood to the Sani-\\ntary Commission. The woman was poor, her home was\\nhumble, but she had a true heart, and having nothing else to\\ngive, she had actually cut up the silk dress in which she was\\nmarried, and applied it to the purpose in question. On one\\ncorner she had marked her name, and with that mark only", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0309.jp2"}, "308": {"fulltext": "254 MEDICINAL PROPERTIES OF BLANKETS.\\nhad sent it on its mission, little dreaming what coincidence\\nwould attend that mission. The blanket, laid with tender\\nhands over the soldier, immediately caught his eye; the\\nmaterial seemed familiar; he had certainly seen it before,\\nand that thought roused his whole nature. Presently, pulling\\nup the corners to his face he was too weak to raise himself\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nand passing the whole slowly before his eyes, he saw the\\nname dearer to him than all the world besides In an instant\\nthe whole story of her sacrifice for the soldiers sake was\\ndaguerreotyped upon his thought. What wonder that, under\\nthe flood of memories which that moment came over him,\\nsweeping away all thoughts of self, all despondency and\\ngloom, he grew hopeful again, realizing that he still had\\nsomething to live for, and work to do and all because of\\nthis precious gift a tonic which strengthened and saved him\\nwhen nothing else, it may be, could have brought him safely\\nthrough.\\nYes Andrews recovered and to his dying clay, undoubt-\\nedly he will be a believer in the medicinal qualities of\\nblankets.\\nWe know not the source of the above most touching nar-\\nration, but it sounds so much like the beautiful and winsome\\ndelineations penned by Mr. Coffin, Carleton, author of\\nthat widely circulated work, Days and Nights on the Battle-\\nfield, contributed to the Boston Journal that we may\\nsafely cite that graphically written volume as the repository\\nof more of the same sort.", "height": "3608", "width": "2532", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0310.jp2"}, "309": {"fulltext": "OWNING UP.\\n255\\nOWNING UP.\\nMajor MV ee, at the head of a Union force, hunted up a\\ngreat many secessionists of the rampant sort, in Southern\\nMissouri, so actively, indeed, as to nearly fill the various\\ncounty jails. When he caught one of this type, he said:\\nWell, how much of a rebel have you been You know\\nmore about what you have done than I do. I know some,\\nand you know it all.\\nOne old man said, as he trembled, Major, I have not done\\nany thing.\\nStop, said the major, you know you have got some\\npowder hid.\\nOh, yes, there is some.\\nTell it all, now, said the major.\\nu Well, I will. I have got twenty-one kegs of powder and\\none gun. I furnished four horses to Price, and w r ent down\\nto Smith s Chapel to fight the Feds, and I have fed any\\namount of rebels. I won t lie any more You have got it\\nall. I have done all I could to aid the South.\\nThe major had come down so hard on them that they\\nfeared to lie to him. Another man came in at the same time\\nas the above, to take the oath.\\nWell, sir, what have you done?\\nNothing.\\nWell, sir, I will put you in jail for not doing something.\\nAfter he had been in jail about two hours, he sent for the\\nmajor, and told him where there were eleven kegs of powder,\\nand a government wagon, and owned to helping cut up a\\nferry boat on the Missouri river, in the summer.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0311.jp2"}, "310": {"fulltext": "256\\nTHE CAPTAINS WIFE.\\nTHE CAPTAIN S WIFE.\\nWe srathered roses, Blanche and I, for little Madge one morn\\nLike every soldier s wife, said Blanche, I dread a soldier s\\nfate.\\nHer voice a little trembled then, as under some forewarning\\nA soldier galloped up the lane, and halted at the gate.\\nWhich house is Malcolm Blake s he cried a letter for his\\nsister\\nAnd when I thanked him, Blanche inquired, But none for me\\nhis wife V\\nThe soldier played with Madge s curls, and stooping over,\\nkissed hei\\nYour father was my captain, child I loved him as my ?ife\\nThen suddenly he galloped off and left the rest unspoken.\\nI burst the seal, and Blanche exclaimed, What makes you\\ntremble so\\nWhat answer did I dare to speak How ought the news be\\nbroken\\nI could not shield her from the stroke, yet tried to ease the\\nblow.\\nA battle in the swamps, I said; our men were brave, but\\nlost it.\\nAnd pausing there, The note, I said, is not in Malcolm s\\nhand.\\nAt first a flush flamed through her face, and then a shadow\\ncrossed it.\\nRead quick, dear May read all, I pray and let me under-\\nstand\\nI did not read it as it stood, but tempered so the phrases\\nAs not at first to hint the worst, held back the fatal word,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0312.jp2"}, "311": {"fulltext": "TRUE SAMARITANISM-.\\n257\\nAnd half retold his gallant charge, his shout, his comrades\\npraises\\nTill like a statue carved in stone, she neither spoke nor stirred I\\nOh, never yet a woman s heart was frozen so completely\\nSo unbaptized with helping tears so passionless and dumb\\nSpellbound she stood, and motionless, till little Madge spoke\\nsweetly\\nDear mother, is the battle done? and will my father come\\nI laid my finger on her lips, and set the child to playing.\\nPoor Blanche! the winter in her cheek was snowy like hei\\nname\\nWhat could she do but kneel and pray, and linger at hei\\npraying\\nChrist when other heroes die, moan other wives the same\\nMust other women s hearts yet break, to keep the Cause from\\nfailing\\nGod pity our brave lovers then, who face the battle s blaze\\nAnd pity wives in widowhood But it is unavailing\\nO Lord give Freedom first, then Peace and unto Thee be\\npraise\\nTEUE SAM ABIT AKESM.\\nThe n (rood Samaritan is often heard of. He made his?\\nappearance one day in a Jersey ferry omnibus, New York\\ncity, under the following circumstances On one side of the\\nvehicle, near the door, there was a sick soldier. Yery ill,\\nwan, and emaciated he looked, with dark circles round his\\neyes, and the cape of his overcoat put up over his cap to\\nkeep off any breath of air, while his thin hands were bare to\\n17", "height": "3871", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0313.jp2"}, "312": {"fulltext": "258 I AM PROUD TO DIE FOR MY COUNTRY.\\nthe winter cold. Some one got out who sat next him im-\\nmediately the place was taken up by a man from the oppo-\\nsite side, who at once pulled off his own warm gloves and\\nhanded them to the soldier. The latter feebly attempted to\\ndecline them, but the other insisted, and he gratefully put\\nthem on, and looked at his well-covered hands with a sigh of\\nsatisfaction. The man (the Samaritan), was a plain, quiet-\\nlooking person, and did the little act of kindness without the\\nslightest ostentation, as if it were purely a matter of course\\nwith him to clothe the naked. Nor was this all he asked\\nwhere the soldier was going. The reply was, Albany. At\\nthe corner of Warren street the good man got down and\\ndeliberately lifted the poor fellow out in his arms with the\\ngreatest care, re-adjusted the cape of his coat over his head,\\nand supported him to the sidewalk. The last seen of the\\nstranger he was conducting the poor soldier down that street.\\nGrod bless him. He was a noble specimen of the noble\\nlegions in the glorious Empire State, who, under the lead of\\nthat true-hearted man, Governor Morgan, gave their treasure\\nand blood to save the nation s life, and made their names\\nmemorable in the annals of victorious warfare. All honor\\nto such a State to her good Samaritans and soldiers to her\\nnoble rulers\\n1 AM PKOUD TO DIE FOR MY COUNTRY.\\nThe eyes of a youth of tender years, by the name of Bill-\\niard, belonging to company A, eighth Illinois regiment, were\\nclosed in death, one spring morning, at the Marine Hospital\\nin Cincinnati, by the kindly hands of that noble-hearted\\nand faithful woman, Mrs. Caldwell unwearied and ever", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0314.jp2"}, "313": {"fulltext": "TIGEES AND TREASON.\\n259\\nwatchful in her personal attentions to the sick and wounded\\nsince the establishment of the Marine as a military hospi-\\ntal. Young Bullard was shot at Fort Donelson. The bail,\\na Minie, tore his breast open, and lacerated an artery. He\\nbled internally as well as externally. At every gasp, as his\\nend drew near, the blood spirted from his breast. He expired\\nat nine o clock. Early in the day, when he became fully\\naware that he could not live long, he showed that he clung\\nto life, and was loth to leave it bnt he cried If I could\\nonly see my mother if 1 could only see my mother before I\\ndie, I would be better satisfied. He was conscious to the\\nlast moment, almost, and after reminding Mrs. Caldwell that\\nthere were several letters for his mother in his portfolio, she\\nbreathed words of consolation to him You die in a glori-\\nous cause you die for your country. Yes replied he,\\nI am proixi to die for my country.\\nTIGEES AKD TKEASOK\\nColonel Boernstein, a German commander at the west,\\nbecame somewhat noted for his logical method of dealing\\nwith traitors. While holding possession of Jefferson City,\\nMissouri, his patriotic and magisterial traits were made con-\\nspicuous by not a few well-remembered cases of summary\\ndiscipline. One day be heard of a desperado being in town,\\nfrom Clark township, who had led a company of disunionists\\nknown and dreaded as the Tigers.\\nIf anybodies will make ze affidavit, said Colonel B., I\\nwill arrest him if he izh a tiger. I don t believe in tigers\\nzey d d humbugs!", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0315.jp2"}, "314": {"fulltext": "260 FULFILMENT OF THE SERGEANTS PROPHECY.\\nSome one inquired of the colonel how long he should\\nremain in that place. With a French shrug of the shoulder,\\nhe replied:\\nI don t know perhaps a year so long as the governor\\nchooses to stay away I am governor now, you see, till he\\ncome back.\\nHis notions of freedom of speech and the press, he gave\\nexpression to as follows\\nAll people zall speak vat dey tink write vat dey pleaze,\\nand be free to do anytink dey pleaze only dey zall speak and\\nwrite no treason\\nFULFILMENT OF THE SEEGEANT S PEOPHECY.\\nPresentiments on the battle-field often prove prophetic\\nHere is an instance While Colonel Osterhaus was gallantly\\nattacking the centre of the enemy, on the second day of the\\nbattle at Pea Eidge, a sergeant of the Twelfth Missouri re-\\nquested the captain of his company to send his wife s portrait\\nwhich he had taken from his bosom, to her address in St.\\nLouis, with his dying declaration that he thought of her in\\nhis last moments.\\nWhat is that for? asked his captain; you are not\\nwounded, are you\\nNo, answered the sergeant, but I know I shall be killed\\nto-day. I have been in battles before, but I never felt as I\\ndo now. A moment ago I became convinced my time had\\ncome, but how, I cannot tell. Will you gratify my request?\\nEemember I speak to you as a dying man.\\nCertainly, my brave fellow but you will live to a good\\nold age with your wife. Do not grow melancholy over a\\nfancY. or a dream 1", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0316.jp2"}, "315": {"fulltext": "mrs. belmont s concert.\\n261\\nYou will see, was the response\\nAnd so the treasured picture changed hands, and the ser-\\ngeant stepped forward to the front of the column, and was\\nsoon beyond recognition.\\nAt the camp-fire that evening the officers after a while\\nmade inquiry for the sergeant. He was not present. H\\nhad been killed three hours before by a grape-shot from one\\nof the enemy s batteries.\\nMRS. BELMONT S CONCERT FOR THE SANITARY\\nCOMMISSION.\\nWhile the New York Sanitary Fair was engaging the\\ntime and generous devices of the good people of that metro-\\npolis, several ladies connected with it called upon Mrs.\\nAugust Belmont, wife of the great banker, and requested her\\nto hold a concert, for the benefit of the Fair, among her\\nfriends. She took it under advisement, and consented to do\\nso, and made arrangements accordingly. She found her\\nhouse would accommodate about three hundred guests. She\\nissued her tickets for that number, at five dollars a ticket.\\nShe was shortly visited by the same committee, who informed\\nher that the price of tickets must not exceed two dollars each.\\nThey were informed that Mrs. Belmont s friends would as\\nsoon give five or ten dollars as two that the house was small,\\nthe expense would be the same, and the receipts to the Fair\\nvery much diminished. But the lady managers were persist-\\nent two dollars and no more must be the extent, or they\\nwould have nothing to do with the concert. Mrs. Belmont,\\nhaving rruch of the spirit of her heroic father, informed the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0317.jp2"}, "316": {"fulltext": "262 i ye enlisted, sir.\\nladies that she was competent to manage her own aflairs in\\nher owd house, and that they might consider themselves as\\ndischarged from all further duty in regard to her concert.\\nHer husband, on learning this state of affairs, handed his wife\\nfifteen hundred dollars in greenbacks, took all her tickets\\nand carried them down town, sold some and gave the rest\\naway to his friends, and made ample provision to have the\\nconcert a success. It came off; the rooms were brilliant and\\ncrowded the beauty and fashion and wealth of New York\\nwere there in all their glory Gottschalk and kindred per-\\nformers charmed the brilliant audience, and Mrs. Belmont\\nhad fifteen hundred dollars in her hands to contribute to the\\nSanitary Commission.\\nI VE ENLISTED SIR.\\nA wealthy citizen of Philadelphia had been supplied\\nwith butter twice a week by a young farmer livrig on the\\nedge of Philadelphia county. He came on one of his usual\\ndays to the house with his butter, received his pay, and then\\nasked for a brief interview with the head of the household.\\nThe gentleman complied with the request thus made, and\\nthe young agriculturalist was duly ushered into the parlor.\\nI just wished to thank you, sir, for your custom for these\\nthree years, and to say that after to-day I cannot longer\\neerve you.\\nI m sorry for that. Your butter and eggs have always\\nbeen very fine. What s the matter\\nu I ve enlisted, sir\\nEnlisted?", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0318.jp2"}, "317": {"fulltext": "RIGHT KIND OF GOVERNMENT.\\n263\\nY^s, sir. A mortgage of eleven hundred, dollars has\\nbeen hanging over my place. I purchased it from a lady\\nMrs. B.\\nYes. I know her very well.\\nWell, sir, she holds the mortgage. She offered, last\\nSaturday, if I would enlist as a representative substitute for\\nher, and transfer my bounty to her, she would cancel the\\nmortgage and present my wife with two hundred and fifty\\ndollars in greenbacks.\\nAnd you accepted the offer\\nIndeed I did, most gladly. I go for one year. I come\\nback with a farm clear of incumbrance. My wife and boy\\ncan take care of it for a year. My pay will keep me, and\\nmy family can live without me for at least that time. Be-\\nsides, I am glad to go. I wanted to go all along, but couldn t\\nleave my folks.\\nAnd you are glad to go\\nIndeed I am. I feel just as contented and free from care\\nas my red cow when Sally is milking her. If I can be with\\nGrant when he goes into Richmond, it will be the very\\nhappiest day of my life.\\nRIGHT KIND OF GOVERNMENT TO BE ESTA-\\nBLISHED DOWN SOUTH.\\nColonel Hanson, of the Kentucky second, was one of the\\nprisoners that fell into Union hands at Fort Donelson. Not\\nso taciturn as some of his comrades he entered into an\\nanimated conversation with the Union lieutenant who had\\nhim in charge, on the situation, telling frankly some bad\\ntruth", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0319.jp2"}, "318": {"fulltext": "RIGHT KIND OF GOVERNMENT.\\nColonel. Well, you were too hefty for us.\\nLieutenant. Yes, but you were protected by these splendid\\ndefences.\\nCol. Your troops fought like tigers.\\nLieut. Do you think now one Southern man can whip\\nfive Northern men\\nCol. Not Western men. Your troops are better tha~\\nYankee troops fight harder endure more. The devil and\\nall hell can t stand before such fellows. But we drove you\\nback.\\nLieut. Why didn t you keep us back\\nCol. You had too many reinforcements.\\nLieut. But we had no more troops engaged in the fight\\nthan you had.\\nCol. Well, you whipped us, but you haven t conquered us.\\nYou can never conquer the South.\\nLieut. We don t wish to conquer the South but we ll\\nrestore the Stars and Stripes to Tennessee, if we have to hang\\nten thousand such dare-devils as you are.\\nCol. Never mind, sir, you will never get up to Nashville.\\nLieut. Then Nashville will surrender before we start.\\nCol. Well, well, the old United States flag is played out\\nwe intend to have a right government down here.\\nLieut. What am I to understand by a right govern-\\nment\\nCol.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 A. government based on property, and not a damned\\nmechanic in it.\\nLieut Do these poor fellows, who have been fighting for\\nyou, understand then that they have no voice in the u right\\ngovernment that you seek to establish f\\nCol They don t care. They have no property to protect", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0320.jp2"}, "319": {"fulltext": "DELIVERED AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR. 265\\nDELIVERED AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR.\\nMajor Fullerton, of General Granger s staff, developed\\nquite a little romance in Shelbyville, Tennessee. Just as the\\nConfederate forces were being driven out of the town, the\\ngeneral was on horseback galloping through one of the\\nstreets, and when passing an old dingy brick house almost\\nhid from view by the cedar trees in the yard, he observed\\nat a window in it a young lady in her robe de nuit, beckon-\\ning him toward her. Although advised not to stop, he\\nwheeled his horse around and entered the yard. A he\\nrebel endeavored to keep him from entering, while the lady\\ncalled out to him that he must come. So, pushing Mr. Rebel\\nto one side, the general at once passed into the house and\\nentered the room where the lady was. She proved to be\\nthe beautiful Miss Cushman, then quite ill and prostrated by\\na nervous fever, brought on by the hardships, indignities\\nand insults she had undergone. As he entered the room she\\ncaught him by the hand, and said\\nThank God, you all have come at last I am safe 1\\nHer story was short. Her wrongs and sufferings had been\\nlong. Two or three months previously, she had occasion\\nto pass through the lines from Nashville to Shelbyville.\\nWhen she arrived there, it was discovered by the secession\\nauthorities that she was a Unionist. These two circum-\\nstances taken together were enough to convict her as a spy,\\nunder the arbitrary rulings of the Confederate Government\\nShe was arrested, tried, and condemned to be executed.\\nShe tried to make her escape to the Federal lines, but could\\nnot succeed. Before the day fixed for her execution, she\\nwas taken dangerously ill, and was then removed to the\\nhouse in which she was discovered. They left Shelbyville", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0321.jp2"}, "320": {"fulltext": "266\\nA WOMAN UNUER FIRE.\\nin such haste that thej either forgot her or else th?y had not\\nthe transportation to carry her, the only carriage that could\\nbe had carried General Bragg and family out ol town with\\ngreat speed a few hours before the Federals eni sred. An\\nambulance was fitted up for Miss Cushman, and in it she\\nwas sent forward by her deliverers.\\nA WOMAN UNDER FIRE.\\nThe millions who never heard the roar and c: ash of a\\ngreat battle, but especially women, are naturally inte l ested in\\nthe feelings inspired the sensations evoked, by th actual\\nand imminent presence of desperately contending armies.\\nThe battle of Gettysburg brought the noise of the captains,\\nand the shouting, nearer to the people of the Northern\\nStates than any other great combat of the present century\\nand of the many personal reminiscences of that great strug-\\ngle, the following, from the pen of Miss Carrie Sheades, of\\nthe Oak Ridge Seminary, will be found of peculiar interest.\\nAfter speaking of the courage of the young ladies during the\\nbattle their assistance in relieving the wounded, when no\\nsurgeon could be obtained she says\\nWhen our forces retreated from Seminary Ridge, many\\nof the prisoners were taken here. At the time (though a\\ncoward before), it seemed that I was ready to meet the whole\\nrebel army every vestige of fear had vanished. A colonel\\nrushed into the breakfast room, and a rebel after him, de-\\nmanding him to surrender. The colonel being a very large\\nman, could scarcely breathe (he was asthmatical), and begged\\nfor time time to regain his breath he told them to shoot", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0322.jp2"}, "321": {"fulltext": "NORTHERN SCHOOLMA AMS IN GEORGIA. 267\\nhim, that he would not surrender, and, if, said he, 1 1 had\\nmy men here you could not take me.\\nI saw that he would be shot if he resisted any longer,\\nand while the rebels were contending with some prisoners in\\nanother part of the breakfast-room, I begged the colonel to\\ngo with him and I would save his sword. He consented,\\nand I concealed his sword in the folds of my dress, and\\nbegged them to grant him five minutes, which was granted,\\nand he assured me that he would be back for his sword.\\nIt was a sad sight to see them take that gray-headed veteran,\\nbut it was a joyful sight to see him return to reclaim his\\nsword, having gone with them as far as Monterey Springs,\\nand escaped rolled away from them, he said, for he could\\nnot walk.\\nNORTHERN SCHOOLMA AMS IN GEORGIA.\\nA body of Federal prisoners had reached Rome, Georgia,\\nen route for Richmond. Weary, famished, thirsting, they\\nwere herded like cattle in the street, under the burning sun,\\na public show. It was a gala day in that modern Rome.\\nThe women, magnificently arrayed, came out and pelted them\\nwith balls of cotton, and with such characteristic feminine\\nsneers and taunts as So you have come to Rome, have you,\\nyou Yankees How do you like your welcome and\\nthen more cotton, and more words. The crowds and the\\nhours came and went, but the mockery did not intermit, and\\nthe poor fellows were half out of heart. Major P., of an Ohio\\nregiment, faint and ill, had stepped back a pace or two, and\\nleaned against a post, when he was lightly touched upon the\\narm. As he looked around, mentally nerving himself for some", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0323.jp2"}, "322": {"fulltext": "268 NORTHERN SCHOOLMA AMS IN GEORGIA.\\nmore ingenious insult, a fine-looking, well-dressed boy of\\ntwelve years stood at his elbow, his frank face turned up to\\nthe major s. With a furtive glance at a rebel guard, who\\nstood with his back to them, the lad, pulling the major s shirt,\\nand, catching his breath, boy-fashion, said\\nAre you from New England\\nI was born in Massachusetts, was the reply.\\nSo was my mother, returned the boy, brightening up\\nShe was a New England girl, and she was what you call a\\nschoolma am, up north she married my father, and I m\\ntheir boy, but how she does love New England and the Yan-\\nkees and the old United States, and so do I.\\nThe major was touched, as well he might be, and his heart\\nwarmed to the boy as to a young brother and he took out\\nhis knife, severed a button from his coat, and handed it to\\nhim for a remembrance.\\nOh, I ve got a half a dozen just like it. See here and\\nhe took from his pocket a little string of them, gifts of other\\nboys in blue. My mother would like to see you, he added,\\n44 and I ll go and tell her.\\nWhat are you doing there growled the guard, suddenly\\nwheeling around upon him, and the boy slipped away into\\nthe crowd, and was gone. Not more than half an hour\\nelapsed before a lovely lady, accompanied by the little\\npatriot, passed slowly down the sidewalk, next to the curb-\\nstone. She did not pause, she did not speak if she smiled\\nat all it was faintly but she handed to one and another of\\nthe prisoners bank notes as she went. As they neared the\\nmajor, the boy gave him a significant look, as much as to\\nsay, That s my New England mother. The eyes of the\\nelegant lady, and the poor, weary officer met, for an instant,\\nand she passed away, like a vision, out of sight. Who", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0324.jp2"}, "323": {"fulltext": "NORTHERN SCHOOLMA AMS IN GEORGIA. 269\\nwould not join in fervently breathing two beatitudes God\\nbless the young Georgian, and blessed forever be the northern\\nschoolma am\\nYes, she was one of those Massachusetts ministers of wis-\\ndom and goodness, so many of whom, under the inspiration\\nof that great-hearted man, Governor Andrews, have left the\\nold Bay State, and all its attractions of piety, literature, thrift,\\nand refinement, to instruct and elevate the children of the\\nSouth, and reclaim its vast moral wastes.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0325.jp2"}, "324": {"fulltext": "PART III.\\nINCIDENTS OF PERSONAL DARING AND ADVENTURE.\\nTHE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAY.\\nLooking- back over the four years of the war, and noting\\nhuw indurated I have at last become, both in body and emo-\\ntion, I recall with a sigh that first morning of my correspond\\nentship when I set out so light-hearted and yet so anxious.\\nIt was in 1861. I was accompanied to the war department\\nby an attache of the United States Senate. The new Secretary,\\nMr. Edwin M. Stanton, referred me to a Mr. Sanford, Military\\nSupervisor of Army Intelligence, and after a brief delay I\\nwas requested to sign a parole and duplicate, specifying mv\\nloyalty to the Federal Government, and my promise to pub-\\nlish nothing detrimental to its interests. I was then given a\\ncircular, which stated explicitly the kind of news termed\\ncontraband, and also a printed pass, filled in with my name,\\nage, residence, and newspaper connection. The latter en-\\njoined upon all guards to pass me in and out of camps and\\nauthorized persons in government employ to furnish me with\\ninformation.\\n270", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0326.jp2"}, "325": {"fulltext": "THE WAR CORRESPONDENTS FIRST DAY. 271\\nOur Washington superintendent sent me a beast, and in\\nt^mpliment to what the animal might have been, called the\\nsame a horse. I wish to protest, in this record, against any\\nsuch misnomer. The creature possessed no single equine\\nelement. Experience has satisfied me that horses stand on\\nfour legs the horse in question stood upon three. Horses\\nmay either pace, trot, run, rack, or gallop but mine made\\nall the five movements at once. I think I may call his gait\\nan eccentric stumble. That he had endurance I admit for\\nhe survived perpetual beating and his beauty might have\\nbeen apparent to an anatomist,* but would be scouted by the\\nworld at large. I asked, ruefully, if I was expected to go\\ninto battle so mounted but was peremptorily forbidden, as\\na valuable property might be endangered thereby. I was as-\\nsigned to the Pennsylvania Eeserve Corps in the anticipated\\nadvance, and my friend, the attache, accompanied me to its\\nrendezvous at Hunter s Mills. We started at two o clock,\\nand occupied an hour in passing the city limits. I calcu-\\nlated that, advancing at the same ratio, we should arrive in\\ncamp at noon next day. We presented ludicrous figures to\\nthe grim sabremen that sat erect at street corners, and ladies\\nat the windows of the dwellings smothered with suppressed\\nlaughter as we floundered along. My friend had the better\\nhorse but I was the better rider and if at any time T grew\\nwrathful at my sorry plight, I had but to look at his and be\\nhappy again. He appeared to be riding on the neck of his\\nbeast, and when he attempted to deceive me with a smile,\\nhis face became horribly contorted. Directly his breeches\\nworked above his boots, and his bare calves were objects of\\nhopeless solicitude. Caricatures, rather than men, we toiled\\nbruisedly through Georgetown, and falling in the wake of\\nsupply teams on the Leesburg turnpike, rode between the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0327.jp2"}, "326": {"fulltext": "272 THE war correspondent s first day.\\nPotomac on one side and the dry bed of the canal on the\\nother, till we came at last to Chain Bridge.\\nThere was a grand view from the point of Little Falls\\nabove, where a line of foamy cataracts ridged the river, and\\nthe rocks towered gloomily on either hand and of the city\\nbelow, with its buildings of pure marble, and the yellow\\nearthworks that crested Arlington Heights. The clouds\\nover the Potomac were gorgeous in hue, but forests of melan-\\ncholy pine clothed the sides of the hills, and the roar of the\\nriver made such beautiful monotone that I almost thought it\\ncould be translated to words. Our passes were now demand-\\ned by a fat, bareheaded officer, and while he panted through\\ntheir contents, two privates crossed their bayonets before us.\\nNews? he said, in the shortest remark of which he was\\ncapable. When assured that we had nothing to reveal, he\\nseemed immeasurably relieved, and added Great labor,\\nreading I At this his face grew so dreadfully purple that I\\nbegged him to sit down, and tax himself with no further\\nexertion. He wiped his forehead, in reply, gasping like a\\niciton, and muttering the expressive direction, right I dis-\\nappeared into a guard-box. The two privates winked as they\\nremoved their muskets, and we both laughed immoderately\\nwhen out of hearing. Our backs were now turned to the\\nMaryland shore, and jutting grimly from the hill before us,\\nthe black guns of Fort Ethan Allen pointed down the bridge\\nA double line of sharp abatis protected it from assault, and\\nsentries walked lazily up and down the parapet. The colors\\nhung against the mast in the dead calm, and the smoke\\ncurled straight upward from some log-huts within the fort.\\nThe wildness of the surrounding landscape was most remarka-\\nble. Within sight of the capital of the republic, the fox yet\\nthe covert, and the farms were few and far apart. It", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0328.jp2"}, "327": {"fulltext": "THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAY.\\n273\\nseemed to me that little had been done to clear the country\\nof its primeval timber, and the war had accomplished more\\nto give evidence of man and industry, than two centuries of\\noccupation. A military road had been cut through the solid\\nrocks here; and the original turnpike, which had been little\\nmore than a cart track, was now graded and macadamized.\\n1 passed multitudes of teams, struggling up the slopes, and\\nthe carcasses of mules littered every rod of the way. The\\nprofanity of the teamsters was painfully apparent. I came\\nunobserved upon one who was berating his beasts with a re-\\nfinement of cruelty. He cursed each of them separately,\\nswinging his long-lashed whip the while, and then damned\\nthe six in mass. He would have made a dutiful overseer.\\nThe soldiers had shown quite as little consideration for the\\nresidences along the way. I came to one dwelling where\\nsome pertinacious Yandal had even pried out the window-\\nframes, and imperilled his neck to tear out the roof-beams a\\ndead vulture was pinned over the door by pieces of broken\\nbayonets.\\nLangley s, a few plank houses, clustering around a\\ntavern and a church, is one of those settlements whose\\nsounding names beguile the reader into an idea of their im-\\nportance. A lonesome haunt in time of peace, it had lately\\nbeen the winter quarters of fifteen thousand soldiers, and a\\nmultitude of log huts had grown up around it. I tied my\\nhorse to the window-shutter of a dwelling, and picked my\\nway over a slimy sidewalk to the rickety tavern-porch.\\nFour or five privates lay here fast asleep, and the bar-room\\nwas occupied by a bevy of young officers, who were empty-\\ning the contents of sundry pocket-flasks. Behind the bar sat\\na person with strongly-marked Hebrew features, and a watch-\\nmaker was plying his avocation in a corner. Two great dogs\\n18", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0329.jp2"}, "328": {"fulltext": "274 THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAT.\\ncrouched under a bench, and some highly-colored portraits\\nwere nailed to the wall. The floor was bare, and some\\nclothing and miscellaneous articles hung from beams in the\\nceiling.\\nIs this your house I said to the Hebrew.\\nI keepsh it now.\\nu By right or by conquest\\nBy ze right of conquest, he said, laughing and at once\\nproposed to sell me a boot-jack and an India-rubber over-\\ncoat. I compromised upon a haversack, which he filled with\\nsandwiches and sardines, and which I am bound to say fell\\napart in the course of the afternoon. The watchmaker was\\nan enterprising young fellow, who had resigned his place in\\na large Broadway establishment, to speculate in cheap jewelry\\nand do itinerant repairing. He says that he followed the\\na army paymasters, and sold numbers of watches, at good\\npremiums, when the troops had money. Soldiers, he in\\nformed me, were reckless spendthrifts and the prey of\\nsutlers and sharpers. When there was nothing at hand to\\npurchase, they gambled away their wages, and most of them\\nleft the service penniless and in debt. He thought it per-\\nfectly legitimate to secure some silver while going, but\\ncomplained that the value of his stock rendered him liable to\\ntheft and murder. There are men in every regiment, said\\nhe, who would blow out my brains in any lonely place to\\nplunder me of these watches.\\nAt this point, a young officer, in a fit of bacchanal laughter,\\nstaggered rather roughly against me.\\nBegurpardon, he said, with an unsteady bow, never\\nran against person in life before.\\nI smiled assuringly, but he appeared to think the offence\\nunpardonable.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0330.jp2"}, "329": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "3823", "width": "2496", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0331.jp2"}, "330": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0332.jp2"}, "331": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2224", "width": "1733", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0333.jp2"}, "332": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0334.jp2"}, "333": {"fulltext": "THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAY.\\n275\\n*Do asshu a, on honor of gentlemand officer, not in custom\\nol behaving offensively. Azo leave it to my friends. En-\\ntirely due to injuries received at battle Drainesville.\\nAs the other gentlemen laughed loudly here, I took it for\\ngranted that my apologist had some personal hallucination\\nrelative to that engagement.\\nAVhat giggling for, Bob he said honor concerned in\\nthis matter, Will Do asshu a, fell under colonel s horse,\\nand company A walked over small of my back.\\nThe other officers were only less inebriated, and most of\\nthem spoke boastfully of their personal prowess at Draines-\\nville. This was the only engagemeni in which the Pennsyl-\\nvania Eeserves had yet participated, and few officers that I\\nmet did not ascribe the victory entirely to their own in-\\ndividual gallantry. I inquired of these gentlemen the route\\nto the new encampments of the Eeserves. They lay five\\nmiles south of the turnpike, close to the Loudon and Hamp-\\nshire railroad, and along both sides of an unfrequented lane.\\nThey formed in this position the right wing of the Army of\\nthe Potomac, and had been ordered to hold themselves in\\nhourly readiness for an advance. By this time, my friend S.\\ncame up, and leaving him to restore his mortified body, I\\ncrossed the road to the churchyard and peered through the\\nopen door into the edifice. The seats of painted pine had\\nbeen covered with planks, and a sick man lay above every\\npew. At the ringing of my spurs in the threshold, some of\\nthe sufferers looked up through the red eyes of fever, and\\nthe faces of others were spectrally white. A few groaned\\nas they turned with difficulty, and some shrank in pain from\\nthe glare of the light. Medicines were kept in the altar-\\nplace, and a doctor s clerk was writing requisitions in t\u00e2\u0080\u009ee\\npulpit. The sickening smell of the hospital forbade me to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0335.jp2"}, "334": {"fulltext": "276 THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAT.\\nenter, and walking across the trampled yard, I crept through\\na rent in the paling, and examined the huts in which the\\nEeserves had passed the winter. They were built of logs,\\nplastered with mud, and the roofs of some were thatched\\nwith straw. Each cabin was pierced for two or more win-\\ndows; the beds were simply shelves or berths; a rough\\nfireplace of stones and clay communicated with the wooden\\nchimney and the floors were in most cases damp and bare.\\nStreets, fancifully designated, divided the settlement irrega\\nlarly; but the tenements were now all deserted save one,\\nwhere I found a whole family of contrabands or fugitive\\nslaves. These wretched beings, seven in number, had\\nescaped from a plantation in Albemarle county, and travelling\\nstealthily by night, over two hundred miles of precipitous\\ncountry, reached the Federal lines on the thirteenth day.\\nThe husband said that his name was Jeems, and tint his\\nwife was called Kitty that his youngest boy had risked\\nthe mature age of eight months, and that the big girl,\\nEosy, was twelve years Christmas coinin While the\\ntroops remained at Langiey s, the man was employe i at\\nseventy-five cents a week to attend to an officers horse\\nKitty and Eose cooked and washed for soldiers, and the T oys\\nran errands to Washington and return, twenty-five miles\\nThe eldest boy, Jefferson, had been given the use of a\\ncrippled team-horse, and traded in newspapers, but having\\nconfused ideas of the relative value of coins, his profits were\\nonly moderate. The nag died before the troops removed,\\nand a sutler, under pretence of securing their passage to the\\nnorth, disappeared with the little they had saved. They\\nwere quite destitute now, but looked to the future with no\\nforeboding, and, huddled together in the straw, made a pie\\nture of domestic felicity that impressed me greatly with the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0336.jp2"}, "335": {"fulltext": "THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAY. 277\\ndocility, contentment, and unfailing good humor of their\\ndusky tribe. The eyes of the children were large and\\nlustrous, and they revealed the clear pearls beneath their\\nlips as they clung bashfully to their mother s lap. The old\\nlady was smoking a clay pipe the man running over some\\ncastaway jackets and boots. I remarked particularly th\\nbroad shoulders and athletic arms of the woman, whose many\\nchildbirths had left no traces upon her comeliness. She\\nasked me, wistfully: Masser, how fur to de nawf?\\nA long way, said I, perhaps two hundred miles.\\nLawd she said, buoyantly is dat all Why, Jeems,\\ncouldn t we foot it, honey\\nYou a most guv out before, ole oman, he replied; got\\na good ruff over de head now. Guess de white massar won t\\nlet um starve.\\nI tossed some coppers to the children, and gave each a\\nsandwich.\\nYou get up dar, John Thomas called the man vigor-\\nously you tank the gentleman, Jefferson, boy I wonda\\nwha your manners is. Tank you, massar know d you was\\na gentleman, sar Massar, is your family from ole Yir-\\nginny?\\nIt was five o clock when I rejoined S., and the greater\\npart of our journey had y$t to be made. I went at his\\ncreeping pace until courtesy yielded to impatience, when\\nspurring my Pegasus vigorously, he fell into a bouncing\\namble and left the attache far behind. My pass was again\\ndemanded above Langley s by a man who ate apples as he\\nexamined it, and who was disposed to hold a long parley.\\nI entered a region of scrub timber further on, and met with\\nnothing human for four miles, at the end of which distance 1\\nreached Difficult Creek, flowing through a rocky ravine, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0337.jp2"}, "336": {"fulltext": "278 THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAT.\\ncrossed by a military bridge of logs. Through the thbk\\nwoods to the right, I heard the roar of the Potomac, and a\\nfinger-board indicated that I was opposite Great Falls.\\nThree or four dead horses lay at the roadside beyond the\\nstream, and I recalled the place as the scene of a recent\\ncavalry encounter. A cartridge-box and a torn felt hat lay\\nclose to the carcases I knew that some soul had gone hence\\nto its account.\\nThe road now kept to the left obliquely, and much of my\\nride was made musical by the stream. Darkness closed\\nsolemnly about me, with seven miles of the journey yet to\\naccomplish, and as, at eight o clock, I turned from the turn-\\npike into a lonesome by-road, full of ruts, pools, and quick-\\nsands, a feeling of delicious uneasiness for the first time\\npossessed me. Some owls hooted in the depth of the woods,\\nand wild pigs, darting across the road, went crashing into the\\nbushes. The phosphorescent bark of a blasted tree glim-\\nmered on a neighboring knoll, and, as I halted at a rivulet to\\nwater my beast, I saw a solitary star floating down the rip-\\nples. Directly I came upon a clearing where the moonlight\\nshone through the rents of a crumbling dwelling, and from\\nthe far distance broke the faint howl of farm dogs. A sense\\nof insecurity that I would not for worlds have resigned, now\\ntingled, now chilled my blood. At last, climbing a stony\\nhill, the skies lay beneath me reddening with flame of camps\\nand flaring and falling alternately, like the beautiful northern\\nlights. I heard the ring of hoofs, as I looked entranced,\\nand in a twinkling, a body of horsemen dashed past me, and\\ndisappeared. A little beyond, the road grew so thick that T\\ncould see nothing of my way but trusting doubtfully to my\\nhorse, a deep challenge came directly from the thicket, and 1\\nsaw the flash of a sabre, as I stammered a reply. Led to a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0338.jp2"}, "337": {"fulltext": "THE WAR CORRESPONDENT S FIRST DAT. 279\\ncabin, close at hand, my pass was examined by candle-light,\\nand I learned that the nearest camp of the Eeserves was\\nonly a mile further on, and the regiment of which I was in\\nquest about two miles distant. After another half hour, I\\nreached Ord s brigade, whose tents were pitched in a fine\\ngrove of oaks; the men talking, singing, and shouting,\\naround open air fires; and a battery of brass Napoleons\\nunlimbered in front, pointing significantly to the west and\\nsouth. For a mile and a half I rode by the light of continu-\\nous camps, reaching at last the quarters of the th, com-\\nmanded by a former newspaper associate of mine, with whom\\nI had gone itemizing, scores of times. His regiment had\\narrived only the same afternoon, and their tents were not yet\\npitched. Their muskets were stacked along the roadside,\\nand the men lay here and there wrapped in their blankets,\\nand dozing around the fagots. The colonel was asleep in a\\nwagon, but roused up at the summons of his adjutant, and,\\ngreeting me warmly, directed the cook to prepare a supper\\nof coffee and fried pork. Too hungry to feel the chafing\\nof my sores and bruises, I fell to the oleaginous repast with\\nmy teeth and fingers, and eating ravenously, asked at last to\\nbe shown to my apartments. These consisted of a covered\\nwagon, already occupied by four teamsters, and a blanket\\nwhich had evidently been in close proximity to the hide of\\na horse. A man named Coggle, being nudged by the\\ncolonel, and requested to take other quarters, asked dolor-\\nously, if it was time to turn out, and roared woa, as if he\\nhad some consciousness of being kicked. When I asked for\\na pillow, the colonel laughed, and I had an intuition that the\\nman Coggle was looking at me in the darkness with\\nintense disgust. The colonel said that he had once put a\\nman on double duty for placing his head on a snowball, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0339.jp2"}, "338": {"fulltext": "230\\nA STORY OF THE DRAFT.\\nwarned me satirically that such luxuries were preposterous\\nin the field. He recommended me not to catch cold if I\\ncould help it, but said that people in camp commonly caught\\nseveral colds at once, and added grimly, that if I wished to\\nbe shaved in the morning, there was a man close by, who\\nhad ground a sabre down to the nice edge of a razor, and wh\\ncould be made to accommodate me. There were cracks in\\nthe bottom of the wagon, through which the cold came like\\nknives, and I was allotted a space four feet in length, by\\nthree feet in width.\\nBeing six feet in height, my relation to these Procrustean\\nquarters was most embarrassing but I doubled up, chatter-\\ningly, and lay my head on my arm. In a short time I expe-\\nrienced a sensation akin to that of being guillotined, and\\nsitting bolt upright, found the teamsters in the soundest of\\nLethean conditions. As the man next to me snored very\\nloudly, I adopted the brilliant idea of making a pillow of\\nhis thigh which answered my best expectations. I was\\naroused after awhile, by what I thought to be the violent\\nhands of this person, but which, to my great chagrin, proved\\nto be S., intent upon dividing my place with me. Eesistance\\nwas useless. I submitted to martyrdom with due resigna-\\ntion, but half resolved to go home in the morning, and shun,\\nfor the future, the horrible romance of camps.\\nA STOEY OF THE DEAFT.\\nThe enrolling officer of district, was very active and\\nthorough in the performance of his duties. One day he went\\nt: the house of a countryman, and finding none of the mal\u00c2\u00ab", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0340.jp2"}, "339": {"fulltext": "HURRAHS FOR JEFF DAVIS IN THE WRONG PLACE. 281\\nmembers at home, he made inquiry of an old woman about\\nthe name and age of the males of the family. After\\nnaming several, the old lady stopped. Is there any more\\nasked the officer. No, replied the woman, none, except\\nBilly Bray. Billy Bray? Where is he? He was at\\nthe barn a moment ago, said the old lady. Out went the\\nofficer, but he could not find the man. Coming back, the\\nworthy officer questioned the old lady as to the age of Billy,\\nand went away, after enrolling his name among those to be\\ndrafted. The time of drafting came, and among those on\\nwhom the draft fell was Billy Bray. No one knew him.\\nWhere did he live? The officer who enrolled him was\\ncalled upon to produce the conscript and lo and behold,\\nBilly Bray was a Jackass and stands now on the list of\\ndrafted men as forming one of the quota of Maryland.\\nHURRAHS FOR JEFF DAYIS IN THE WRONG\\nPLACE.\\nOne morning as a returned soldier named Thompson,\\nresiding in Washington, was engaged in conversation with\\nsome parties at a public house in Peoria, Illinois, an indi-\\nvidual entered, and as he passed the soldier, shouted,\\nHurrah for Jeff Davis In an instant the soldier turned\\nand asked, Did you shout for Jeff Davis? The indi-\\nvidual surveyed Thompson for a moment, and, seeing that\\nhe meant mischief replied that it was not he. Well, said\\nthe soldier, I believe that you did, and if I was sure of it\\nI would give you cause to remember it. He again de-\\nclared that he had not done so, when at this juncture one of", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0341.jp2"}, "340": {"fulltext": "282 ANECDOTE OF LIEUTENANT-GENERAL GRANT.\\nthe men Thompson had been conversing with, and who had\\nalways acted with the Democratic party, stepped up, saying\\nto the soldier, lam a Democrat, but I can t stand that he\\ndid hurrah for Jeff Davis, and now pitch into him. The\\nveteran hesitated not a moment, and, though by far the\\nsmaller of the two, he went at the Jeff Davis sympathizer\\nand administered a spirited and most thorough drubbing,\\nconcluding the performance by compelling him to shout\\ntwice as loud as he was able, for Abe Lincoln. Then allow-\\ning the fellow to get on his feet, he cautioned him never to\\nrepeat that operation again in his presence, saying\\nI have fought rebels three years, and had a brother\\nkilled by just such men as you are, and whenever a traitor\\nshouts for Jeff Davis in my hearing I will whip him or kill\\nhim.\\nANECDOTE OF LIEUT. GENERAL GRANT.\\nThe following is told by an officer of General Grant s\\nstaff\\nThe hero and veteran, who was citizen, captain, colonel,\\nbrigadier and major-general within the space of nine months,\\nthough a rigid disciplinarian, and a perfect Ironsides in the\\ndischarge of his official duties, could enjoy a good joke, and\\nis always ready to perpetrate one when an opportunity\\npresents. Indeed, among his acquaintances, he is as much\\nrenowned for his eccentric humor as he is for his skill and\\nbravery as a commander.\\nWhen Grant was a brigadier in southeast Missouri, he\\ncommanded an expedition against the rebels under Jefferson\\nThompson, in northeast Arkansas. The distance torn the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0342.jp2"}, "341": {"fulltext": "ANECDOTE OF LIEUTENANT-GENERAL GEANT. 283\\nstarting-point of the expedition to the supposed rendezvous\\nof the rebels was about one hundred and ten miles, and the\\ngreater portion of the route lay through a howling wilder-\\nness. The imaginary suffering that our soldiers endured\\nduring the first two days of their march was enormous.\\nIt was impossible to steal or confiscate uncultivated real\\nestate, and not a hog, or a chicken, or an ear of corn was\\nanywhere to be seen. On the third day, however, affairs\\nlooked more hopeful, for a few more specks of ground, in a\\nstate of partial cultivation, were here and there visible. On\\nthat day Lieutenant Wickfield, of an Indiana cavalry regi-\\nment, commanded the advance guard, consisting of eight\\nmounted men. About noon he came up to a small farm\\nhouse, from the outward appearance of which he judged that\\nthere might be something fit to eat inside. He halted his\\ncompany, dismounted, and with two second lieutenants en-\\ntered the dwelling. He knew that Grant s incipient fame\\nhad already gone out through all that country, and it oc-\\ncurred to him that by representing himself to bo the general\\nhe might obtain the best the house afforded. So assuming\\na very imperative demeanor, he accosted the iumates of the\\nhouse, and told them he must have something for himself\\nand staff to eat. They desired to know who he was, and he\\ntold them that he was Brigadier-General Grant. At the\\nsound of that name they flew around with alarming alacrity,\\nand served up about all they had in the house, taking great\\npains all the while to make loud professions of loyalty. The\\nlieutenants ate as much as they could of the not over-sump-\\ntuous meal, but which was, nevertheless, good for that\\ncountry, and demanded what was to pay. Nothing. And\\nthey went on their way rejoicing.\\nIn the meanwhile General Grant, who had halted h\\\\\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0343.jp2"}, "342": {"fulltext": "284 ANECDOTE OF LIEUTENANT-GENERAL GRANT.\\narmy a few miles further back for a brief resting spell,\\ncame in sight of and was rather favorably impressed with\\nthe appearance of this same house. Eiding up to the fence\\nin front of the door, he desired to know if they could cook\\nhim a meal.\\nNo, said a female, in a gruff voice General Grant and\\nhis staff have just been here and eaten every thing in the\\nhouse except one pumpkin pie.\\nHumph, murmured Grant. What is your name?\\nSelvidge, replied the woman.\\nCasting a half-dollar in at the door, he asked if she would\\nkeep that pie till he sent an officer for it, to which she\\nreplied that she would.\\nThat evening, after the camping-ground had been selected,\\nthe various regiments were notified that there would be a\\ngrand parade at half-past six, for orders. Officers would see\\nthat their men all turned out, etc.\\nIn five minutes the camp was in a perfect uproar, and\\nfilled with all sorts of rumors some thought the enemy were\\nupon them, it being so unusual to have parades when on a\\nmarch.\\nAt half-past six the parade was formed, ten columns deep,\\nand nearly a quarter of mile in length.\\nAfter the usual routine of ceremonies the acting assistant\\nadjutant-general read the following order\\nHeadquarters, Army in the Field.\\nSpecial Order, No.\\nLieutenant Wickfield, of the Indiana cavalry, having\\non this day eaten every thing in Mrs. Selvidge s house, at the\\ncrossing of the Ironton and Pocahontas and Black Eiver and\\nCape Girardeau roads, except one pumpkin pie, Lieutenant", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0344.jp2"}, "343": {"fulltext": "CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES.\\n285\\nWickfield is hereby ordered to return with an escort of one\\nhundred cavalry and eat that pie I so.\\nII. S. Grant,\\nBrig.- Gen. Commanding.\\nGrant s orders were law, and no soldier ever attempted to\\nevade them. At seven o clock the lieutenant filed out of\\ncamp, with his hundred men, amid the cheers of the entire\\narmy. The escort concurred in stating that he devoured the\\nwhole of the pie, and seemed to relish it.\\nCIKCTJMSTANCES ALTEE CASES.\\nA certain wealthy old planter, who used to govern a pre-\\ncinct in Alabama, in a recent skirmish was taken prisoner,\\nand at a late hour brought into camp, where a guard was\\nplaced over him. The aristocratic rebel, supposing every\\nthing was all right that he was secure enough any way as a\\nprisoner of war as a committee of the whole, resolved him-\\nself into sleep s dead slumber. Awakening about mid-\\nnight, to find the moon shining full in his face, he chanced to\\ninspect his guard, when, horror of horrors that soldier\\nwas a negro And, worse than all, he recognized in that\\ntowering form, slowly and steadily walking a beat, one o*\\nhis own slaves Human nature could not stand that the\\nprisoner was enraged, furious, and swore he would not.\\nAddressing the guard through clenched teeth, foaming at\\nthe mouth, he yelled out\\nSambo!\\nWell, massa.\\nSend for the colonel to come here immediately. My", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0345.jp2"}, "344": {"fulltext": "286\\nSOLD.\\nown slave can never stand guard over me it s a d d out-\\nrage no gentleman would submit to it.\\nLaughing in his sleeve, the dark -faced soldier promptly\\ncalled out, u corp l de guard. That dignitary appeared, and\\npresently the colonel followed. After listening to the south-\\nerner s impassioned harangue, which was full of invectives,\\nthe colonel turned to the negro, with,\\nSam\\nYes, colonel.\\nYou know this gentleman, do you?\\nOb course he s Massa B., and has big plantation in\\nAlabama.\\nWell, Sam, just take care of him to-night and the\\nofficer walked away. As the sentinel again paced his beat,\\nthe gentleman from Alabama appealed to him in an argument.\\nListen, Sambo\\nYou hush, dar it s done gone talkin to you now. Hush,\\nrebel I was the negro s emphatic command, bringing down\\nhis musket to. a charge bayonet position, by way of enforcing\\nsilence. The nabob was now a slave his once valued negro\\nhis master and think you as he sank back upon a blanket,\\nin horror and shame that night, that he believed human bon-\\ndage was a divine institution, ordained of God\\nSOLD.\\nSoldiers are, it is well known, averse to the drill, and yet\\ndislike to work still more. During the siege of Corinth it\\nbecame necessary to go some ten miles over the worst of roads\\nto Pittsburg Landing, to dr vw forage and provisions, and many", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0346.jp2"}, "345": {"fulltext": "BARBARA FRIETCHIE.\\n287\\nw ere the expedients resorted to by the boys to escape the hard\\ntask. One morning at roll-call the lieutenant said, Any of\\nthe boys who would like a drill, step to the front. Not many\\ncame forward. JSTow, you rear rank, men, each take a horse,\\ngo to the Landing, and bring back a sack of oats. The boys\\nacknowledged that they were flatly sold, but ever after\\nwards volunteers for drill were more numerous than scarce.\\nBARBARA FKIETCHIE.\\nUp from the meadows rich with corn,\\nClear in the cold September morn,\\nThe clustered spires of Frederick stand,\\nGreen-walled by the hills of Maryland.\\nRound about them orchards sweep,\\nApple and peach-tree fruited deep.\\nFair as a garden of the Lord\\nTo the eyes of the famished rebel horde.\\nOn that pleasant morn of the early fall\\nWhen Lee marched over the mountain wall-\\nOver the mountains winding down,\\nHorse and foot, into Frederick town.\\nForty flags with their silver stars,\\nForty flags with their crimson bars,\\nFlapped in the morning wind the sun\\nOf noon looked down, and saw not one.\\nUp rose old Barbara Frietchie then,\\nBowed with her fourscore years and ten;", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0347.jp2"}, "346": {"fulltext": "BARBARA FRIETCHIE.\\nBravest of all in Frederick town,\\nShe took up the flag the men hauled down\\nIn her attic window the staff she set,\\nTo show that one heart was loyal yet.\\nUp the street came the rebel tread,\\nStonewall Jackson riding ahead.\\nUnder his slouched hat left and right\\nHe glanced the old flag met his sight.\\nHalt I the dust brown ranks stood fast.\\nu j?i ve \\\\v out ki aze d the rifle blast.\\nIt shivered the window, pane, and sash\\nIt rent the banner with seam and gash.\\nQnick, as it fell from the broken staff,\\nDame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;\\nShe leaned far out on the window-sill,\\nAnd shook it forth with a royal will.\\nShoot, if you must, this gray old head,\\nBut spare your country s flag, she said.\\nA shade of sadness and a blush of shame,\\nOver the face of the leader came\\nThe noble nature within him stirred\\nTo lift at that woman s deed and word\\nWho touches a hair of yon gray head\\nDies like a dog March on he said.\\nAll day long through Frederick street,\\nSounded the tread of marching feet\\nAll day long that free flag tossed\\nOver the heads of the rebel host.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0348.jp2"}, "347": {"fulltext": "more brains, lord!\\n289\\nEver its torn folds rose and fell\\nOn the loyal winds that loved it well\\nAnd through the hill-gaps sunset light\\nShone over it with a warm good-night.\\nBarbara Frietchie s work is o er,\\nAnd the rebel rides on his raids no more.\\nHonor to her and let a tear\\nFall, for her sake, on Stonewall s bier.\\nOver Barbara Frietchie s grave\\nFlag of Freedom and Union wave\\nPeace and order and beauty draw\\nRound thy symbol light and law\\nAnd ever the stars above look down\\nOn thy stars below at Frederick town\\nMOKE BRAINS, LORD!\\nRev. De. Sundekland, on accepting the pastorship of an\\nAmerican church in Paris, offered his farewell prayer as\\nChaplain of the United States Senate, a short time after. On\\nthis occasion he made some peculiar home-thrusts at the hon-\\norable gentlemen for whom, during four months previous, he\\nhad been been daily interceding at the throne of grace. He\\nuttered the following supplication very audibly\\nWe pray Thee, Lord to give to the councillors and\\nstatesmen of America more brains More brains, Lord More\\nbrains\\n19", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0349.jp2"}, "348": {"fulltext": "GOV. JOHNSON AND THE REBEL CHAPLAINS.\\nOn hearing this very well-timed entreaty, but rather harsh\\ncriticism, Mr. Sumner dropped his head upon his breast quite\\nfeelingly, Jim Lane rolled his eyes piously, Garrett Davis\\nevinced signs of emotion, and a gentleman in the reporters\\ngallery uttered an emphatic Amen by way of response.\\nMany of the honorable secretaries dropped their heads\\nupon their desks to conceal a smile at the -chaplain s suppli-\\ncation, which smile extended to the dimensions of a broad\\nrrin, as the Amen was heard to proceed from the reporters\\ngallery. The worthy Sergeant-at-Arms, who was standing\\nin his usual deeply reverential attitude (with solemn counte-\\nnance on religious thoughts intent), turned the white of one\\nof his official eyes in the direction of the self-constituted\\nclerk in the gallery, but he evidently could not discover a\\ncountenance which did not exhibit the utmost decorum of\\nexpression.\\nGOY. JOHNSON AND THE REBEL CHAPLAINS.\\nAmong the secesh clergymen of Nashville sent to safe\\nquarters by Governor Johnson, for refusing to take the oath\\nof allegiance to the Union, was the Eev. W. H. Wharton,\\nchaplain of the penitentiary.\\nWharton, before our occupation of the city, had made a\\nwritten report in favor of liberating certain convicts from\\nprison, to join the rebel army. When summoned before\\nJohnson, he equivocated, and tried to shelter himself under\\nhis clerical garb, calling himself a citizen of Heaven. His\\nclaim of a higher citizenship than of earth was rather dam-\\naged when the governor, producing his jail-delivery recom-\\nmendation, sternly said Is that your report, sir, and your", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0350.jp2"}, "349": {"fulltext": "GOV. JOHNSON AND THE REBEL CHAPLAINS. 291\\nname? Do you call that the language of a citizen of Heaven,\\nto advise the turning loose of felons from the cells where jus\\ntice has placed them, that they may join in the work of kill-\\ning loyal men, and destroying the best government in the\\nworld? I don t believe the Almighty approves of such\\nteaching as that.\\nAvaunt base hypocrite hug your damning sin,\\nAnd don heaven s livery to serve the devil in. Plagiarism.\\nOthers of the rebel clergymen, among whom were Kev,\\nMi. Sehon and Mr. Elliott, being brought before Governor\\nJohnson, the following dialogue ensued\\nGov. Johnson. Well, gentlemen, what is your desire?\\nMr. Sehon. I speak but for myself. I do not know what\\nthe other gentlemen wish. My request is that I -may have a\\nfew days to consider on the subject of signing this paper. I\\nwish to gather my family together and talk over the subject:\\nfor this purpose, I desire about fourteen days.\\nGov. Johnson. It seems to me there should be but little\\nhesitation about the matter. All that is required of you is to\\nign the oath of allegiance. If you are loyal citizens, you\\nn have no reason to refuse to do so. If you are disloyal,\\nand working to obstruct the operations of the government, it\\nis my duty, as the representative of that government, to see\\nthat you are placed in a position so that the least possible\\nharm shall result from your proceedings. You, certainly,\\ncannot reasonably refuse to renew your allegiance to the\\ngovernment that is now protecting you and your families\\nand property.\\nMr. Elliott. As a non-combatant, governor, I considered\\nthat under the stipulations of the surrender of the city, I\\nshould be no further annoyed. As a non-combatant, I do\\nnot know that I have committed an act, since the Federals", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0351.jp2"}, "350": {"fulltext": "292 PROMPT ADMINISTRATION OF THE LAW\\noccupied the city, that would require me to take the oath re-\\nquired.\\nGov. Johnson. I believe, Mr. Elliott, you have two\\nbrothers in Ohio?\\nMr. Elliott. Yes, governor, I have two noble brothers\\nthere. They did not agree with me in the course I pursued\\nin regard to secession. But I have lived in Tennessee so\\nmany years, that I have considered the State my home, and\\nam willing to follow her fortunes. Tennessee is a good\\nState.\\nGov. Johnson. I know Tennessee is a good State and 1\\nbelieve the best way to improve her fortunes is to remove\\nthose from her borders who prove disloyal and traitors to her\\ninterests, as they are traitors to the interest of that govern-\\nment which has fostered and protected them. By your\\ninflammatory remarks and conversation, and by your dis-\\nloyal behaviour, in weaning the young under your charge\\nfrom their allegiance to the government, you have won a\\nname that will never be placed on the roll of patiiots. A\\nvisit to the north may be of benefit to you.\\nPEOMPT ADMINISTRATION OF THE LAW.\\nAfter General Schenck s arrival in Cumberland, one of hi?\\nfirst decisions was very characteristic. A secesh colonel had\\nsold his negro to the Confederate government, taking pay, of\\ncourse, in scrip. The negro, employed in fortifications,\\nmanaged to escape to Cumberland, where he spread himself\\nconsiderably. A constable, knowing the circumstances, and\\nwishing to turn a penny, had the negro thrown into prison", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0352.jp2"}, "351": {"fulltext": "HELPING A POOR SOLDIER.\\n293\\nas an escaped slave. General Schenck, hearing the facts, sent\\nfor the parties.\\nBy what right, he asked of the constable, do you hold\\nthis man in prison\\nAs a fugitive from service.\\nDon t you know that he escaped from the service of the\\nrebels?\\nYes but we have a law in Maryland that covers the case,\\ngeneral.\\nAnd I have a law upon which it can be decided. Colonel\\nPorter, set that negro at large, and put this constable in his\\nplace.\\nThe astonished snapper up of trifles was marched off to the\\ncell lately occupied by his proposed victim. After being\\ndetained there precisely the same number of days he had\\nimprisoned the poor darkey, he was set at large, fully\\nimpressed with the belief that the grim-visaged general had\\nnever learned to be trifled with.\\nHELPING A POOE SOLDIER.\\nWhen Parson Brownlow was in the town of a good\\nmany people grumbled about the high price of admission to\\nhis lecture. A very rich, but stingy man, who had been all\\nthe time very profuse with expressions of his patriotism,\\nexclaimed, in a crowd\\nGive Parson Brownlow half a dollar? No, sir-ree! I d\\na good deal sooner give it to a poor soldier\\nOhJ M said a bystander, then give your half dollar tc\\nCaptain H (an officer dismissed from the army for cow\\nardice) they say he s a mighty poor soldier!", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0353.jp2"}, "352": {"fulltext": "294 THRILLING INCIDENT AT FORT DONELSON.\\nTHKILLING INCIDENT AT FOKT DONELSON.\\nSome six or eight years previous to the commencement of\\nthe war, a citizen of Massachusetts, being unjustly suspected\\nof a crime, suffered the loss of friends, business, and reputa-\\ntion, which, being unable or unwilling to bear up against,\\nhe determined on changing his location.\\nAccordingly, having so disposed his property that it could\\nbe easily managed by his wife, he suddenly disappeared,\\nleaving her a comfortable home and the care of two boys of\\nthe ages of ten and twelve years.\\nThe first fear that he had sought a violent death, was\\npartly dispelled by the orderly arrangement of his affairs,\\nand the discovery that a daguerreotype of the family-group\\nwas missing from the parlor-table. Not much effort was\\nmade to trace the fugitive.\\nWhen, afterward, facts were developed which established\\nhis innocence of the crime charged, it was found impossible\\nto communicate with him and, as the publication of the\\nstory in several widely circulated papers failed to recall him,\\nhe was generally supposed to be dead.\\nAt the outbreak of the war, his eldest son, who had be-\\ncome a young man, was induced by a friend, a captain in a\\nwestern regiment, to enlist in his company. He carried\\nhimself well through campaigns in Missouri and Tennessee,\\nand after the capture of Fort Donelson, was rewarded with a\\nfirst lieutenant s commission. At the battle of Murfreesboro\\nhe was wounded in the left arm, but so slightly that he was\\nstill able to take care of a squad of wounded prisoners.\\nWhile performing this duty, he became aware that one of\\nthem, a middle-aged man, with a full, heavy beard, was look-\\ning at him with fixed attention. The day after the fight, as", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0354.jp2"}, "353": {"fulltext": "THRILLING INCIDENT AT FORT DONELSON. 295\\nthe officer was passing, the soldier gave the military salute,\\nand said A word with you, if you please, sir. Ycu re-\\nmind me of an old friend. Are you from New England\\nI am.\\nFrom Massachusetts\\nYes.\\nAnd your name\\nThe young lieutenant told his name, and how he came to\\nserve in a western regiment.\\nI thought so, said the soldier, and turning away, he was\\nsilent. Although his curiosity was much excited by the sol-\\ndier s manner, the officer forbore to question him and with-\\ndrew. But, in the afternoon, he took occasion to renew the\\nconversation, and expressed the interest awakened in him by\\nthe incident of the morning.\\nI knew your father, said the prisoner is he well\\nWe have not seen him for years, said the lieutenant;\\nu we think he is dead.\\nThen followed such an explanation of the circumstances of\\nhis disappearance as the young man could give. He had\\nnever known the precise nature of the charges against his\\nfather, but was able to make it quite clear that his innocence\\nwas established.\\nI knew your mother, also, continued the soldier; I\\nwas in love with her when she married your father.\\nI have a letter from her, dated ten days ago, said the\\nlieutenant. My brother is a nine months man in New\\nOrleans.\\nAfter a little desultory conversation, the soldier took from\\nunder his coat a leathern wallet, and disclosed a daguerreo\\ntype case. The hasp was gone, and the corners were rounded\\nby wear", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0355.jp2"}, "354": {"fulltext": "296\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\nWill you oblige me, he said, by looking at this, alone,\\nin your tent?\\nAgitated, almost beyond control, the young officer took\\nthe case, and hurried away. He had seen the picture before.\\nIt represented a man and a woman sitting side by side, with\\na boy at the knee of each.\\nThe romantic story moved the commander of the division\\nto grant the young man a furlough, and both father and son\\nreached home in a few days after. The reader is left to\\nimagine the sequel.\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\n1 was now alone in the quiet woods. The sounds of\\ntrampling horses had died away, and the little rill beside me\\ntrickled peacefully in the still night. I reached my hand\\ndown, and, filling my glove with water, poured it over my\\nface. It was cool and refreshing, and in a few moments I was\\nable to rise. I looked at the stream at the log, beneath\\nwhich lay my sabre and at the tree, beneath which lay my\\nhorse and then, making an effort, I stepped upon the log,\\nand crossed into the thick brushwood on the other side. But\\na few steps were taken, when I was glad to sit down upon a\\nfallen tree. I felt stunned and faint, yet hoped I was gathering\\nstrength and would soon be able to go on. As I was thus\\nseated the question arose, What should I do Fort Henry, I\\nknew, was eastward of me. Should I go there it was but\\nthirty-five or forty miles. ISTo I the country between must\\nbe swarming with rebels. Should I go to Paducah It was\\nsixty miles northward, and the enemy would, doubtless, fol-\\nlow in that direction. Should I remain hidden in the woods,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0356.jp2"}, "355": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n297\\ntrusting to their leaving in a few days Should I crawl to\\n6ome barn or stack, and take the chance of their not search-\\ning it? Would my strength hold out if I went on? and\\nwould the fractured bone, that I felt under my coat, and the\\ngrowing pain in my side, do without the surgeon s care till I\\ncould make my way out\\nAt length I decided on my course I would go northward\\ntill daylight, and thus be some miles ahead then I would\\nturn eastward, and thus place myself on one side of their\\nprobable line of march. During the next day I hoped to\\nmeet a contraband, and, obtaining information, then decide\\nwhether to continue eastward, toward Fort Henry, or turn\\nagain to Paducah.\\nThus deciding, I took out my handkerchief and tied my\\npistol round my waist, and then rose from the tree to begin\\nmy journey. The broken ribs made it painful to breathe,\\nand my right arm had to be supported constantly by my left.\\nAround me, all was beautiful and serene. The calm moon\\nshone, in peaceful contrast with the exciting scene I had\\nlately witnessed, and lighted my steps and pointed my way.\\nNo sound disturbed the stillness of the woods, save that from\\na distant farm there came the tinkle of a cow-bell. It was in\\nthe direction I wished to go, and toward it I slowly made\\nmy way. A friend had brought me down the April number\\nof the Atlantic before leaving camp, and I had read Whit-\\ntier s Mountain Pictures. A line of it came to my mind\\nThe pastoral curfew of the cow-hell rung\\nand I wondered whether any other reader would ever thus\\napply it.\\nI had to walk slowly through the silvery lighted woods\\nbut at last drew near the ringing noise, and climbed the hill", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0357.jp2"}, "356": {"fulltext": "298\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\non the top of which were the farm and barnyard of the cows.\\nA road ran long the brow of the hill, and on the other side\\nof it appeared some wide fields. To the left was a clump of\\napple-trees, and the hoarse bark of a dog told me they\\ncovered a house. I stopped a few moments to rest and listen,\\nand then stepped cautiously into the road. On the opposite\\nside was a large tree, and in its shadow I tried to climb the\\nhigh rail fence. I was weaker than I had supposed. My\\nlimbs refused at first to lift my weight, and my one arm\\ncould not keep me from swinging round against the fence.\\nTwice I thought I must give it up but, after several efforts,\\nI mounted it, and then, holding my breath, I let myself drop\\ndown on the other side.\\nAcross the wide field there was another road. I had not\\ngone far when I heard a noise in the woods, and, fearing it\\nmight be a picket of the enemy, I lay down beside the fence.\\nThe moon was then near the horizon, and I deemed it most\\nprudent to wait till she had set.\\nSoon after this I came upon some cows, and these I drove\\nbefore me. I thought that if there should be a picket in the\\nroad the cows would turn off, and there would be less likeli-\\nhood of my being seen or heard. After going, I should\\nthink, a mile, we came to a broad road. This the cows\\ncrossed and I was about to follow, when a large dog came\\nfrom a house beyond, and, after barking furiously at the\\ncows, came toward me. I took my pistol out, and was pre-\\npared to fire, when the dog stopped barking. It was well\\nfor me he did so, for within a few yards I heard horses\\ncoming up the road. I looked, and saw the outlines of some\\nhorsemen. There was no time to fly. I sank quietly down\\nupon the ground, and lay still. The horsemen came on.\\nThey seemed a picket. One rode in front, who seemed a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0358.jp2"}, "357": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n299\\nsergeant, and the others followed. They passed close by me\\nso close I could hear the jingling of their spurs.\\nWhen they had passed I rose, and determined that there-\\nafter I would not go upon any road or cross any field, or\\nspare any pains. I entered the woods. They were now\\nthick with underbrush, and I had not the moon to guide\\nme. Frequently I had wanted the North star on night\\nmarches, but it had always been hidden by clouds. Now, how-\\never, on this night, when I needed it above all others, it shone\\nout beautiful and bright. As I watched it, it seemed an old\\nfriend, reappearing to aid me, and again and again, as I\\nemerged from some thick underwood, and turned toward its\\nconstant blaze, I felt as if it were the companion of my flight.\\nBut, even with its aid, I encountered difficulties. Sometimes\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2the trees would hide it, and often I had to keep my eyes\\nfixed on my path, or strained on suspicious objects around\\nme. My plan was to take some distant hill for a land-mark,\\nand on reaching it, to look for another, and make toward it.\\nYet fallen trees, and deep hollows, often made me change my\\ncourse, and sometimes made me lose it, and then I had to\\nsearch the sky, and refind the star before I could go on. As\\nI could not use my hands, I was forced to push my way\\nthrough the brush with my left shoulder. I had lost my\\nhat, too, in the fall, and my hair often caught in the branches.\\nSo my progress was slow and wearisome, with no help\\naround me, but with hope before.\\nI should think it was about three o clock in the morning,\\nwhen, from the top of a little hill, there appeared just before\\nme the smoking, smouldering fires of a camp. I knew if it\\nwere a camp, that I was within the lines. I turned, there-\\nfore, and made my way back as a burglar might glide through\\na house sliding my feet along the ground, lest I should", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0359.jp2"}, "358": {"fulltext": "300\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\ntread upon some crackling branch choosing the thickest\\nwood and the darkest shade. About an hour later, I saw, as\\nI thought, some tents, but knew it was most improbable there\\nshould be any there so I stopped to examine, and then saw\\nthey were but the gray light of morning breaking through\\nthe trees. It was a welcome sight yet I confess the night\\nhad not seemed long, and that I was surprised to find the\\nmorning come.\\nI now changed my course, and turned toward the east.\\nThe woods changed too. There were small trees, with little\\nanderbrush, and the ground was a smooth, descending plain.\\nI kept on over this for miles. The sky brightened the sun\\nrose, and mounted higher and higher. I heard the barking\\nof dogs, the lowing of cattle, and occasionally the voices of\\nmen and children. I came, too, upon roads, and these had to\\nbe crossed with great caution, coming out step by step, look-\\ning carefully up and down, listening anxiously, and then\\nhurrying across and plunging into the woods on the other\\nside. Whence these roads came or where they went, I\\nneither knew nor cared. I was ignorant of the country, but\\nnot compelled to ask my way. For once, I was strangely\\nindependent, and needed only to look toward the sun and\\ntravel east.\\nLater I came upon fields and farms, and round these I had\\nto make long circuits. One chain of farms, I thought I never\\nshould get though. Again and again I was forced to go back\\nand try again. The temptation to break through my resolu-\\ntion, and cross just this one, or that one, was very strong\\nand I found that making one s escape, like any other success,\\ndepends on his resolution and perseverance.\\nToward noon, as I was approaching a road, I heard chil-\\ndren s voices. I looked, and saw, or thought I saw, a man", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0360.jp2"}, "359": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n301\\non horseback. He sat still as though on guard, and I sup-\\nposed he was one of the enemy s picket. The woods were\\nthin, so I lay down and drew the bushes over me. I watched\\nhim, but he did not move, and I soon decided I must stay\\nthere as long as he did. Notwithstanding my anxiety, I fell\\ninto a doze, probably not for a minute, yet when I opened\\nmy eyes, the man was gone, and a tree stood in his place.\\nIt was an optical illusion. My eyes had been overworked\\nfor three nights, and for the last twenty hours, constantly\\nstrained in examining objects far and near. The moment s\\nrest had dispelled the apparition. I remembered that as the\\nsun was rising that morning, I had long doubted whether a\\nclump of bushes was not a group of my own men that trees\\nand stumps had several times been changed to sentinels and\\nguards; and I remembered, also, the tents in the morning,\\nand the camp-fires during the night.\\nI now began to suffer from thirst, for I could only drink by\\ndipping up water with one hand. The sun, too, beat down\\nthrough the half leaved trees, and became painful. I twisted\\nsome leaves into a sort of cap, but it was often brushed ofij\\nand at best made but a poor shelter. I had been disap-\\npointed also in not meeting a contraband. Some I had seen\\nin fields, but always with white men, and them I must shun\\nand as I did so, I asked myself whether this was the United\\nStates, and these Americans, that I should be thus skulking\\nlike a hunted criminal.\\nFeeling now and then a little faint, I decided on going to\\na house for something to eat, and again plunging into the\\nwoods. Yet here great caution was necessary. I wanted a\\nsmall house, because it would probably contain but one man\\nand I must have it out of sight of neighbors and near woods.\\nI passed several, but none of them complied with my condi", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0361.jp2"}, "360": {"fulltext": "302\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\ntions one was too large, another too far back in an open\\nfield, and a third was overlooked by a fourth.\\nIt was perhaps three o clock, and I was growing more and\\nmore faint, when I saw an opening through the trees and\\nthe corner of a house. I approached it slowly. There was\\na field beyond, but no houses in sight, and the woods came\\nup to the yard behind. It is just the house I need,\\nI said to myself, and now I must risk it and go in. I\\nslipped my pistol round, so that I could draw it quickly from\\nunder my coat, and pushed open the gate. All was quiet\\nI walked round to the door, and saw a woman inside, who\\nlooked startled at seeing me. She said she would call her\\nhusband, who was in the field, and went out. I watched her,\\nand in a few minutes was satisfied by seeing them return-\\ning. I went back, and narrowly inspected the house. A\\nshot-gun hung over the window, but it was unloaded and\\nrusted. As I finished they came in. He was a young man,\\nwith a bright, happy face far too cheerful a face for a seces-\\nsionist. We looked at each other, and he said\\nYou are a Union soldier.\\nYes, I answered; and what are you?\\nrt I am a Union citizen, he replied.\\nThe word Union was something of a talisman if he\\nhad been a rebel, he would have said Federal.\\nJames Mills (for such was my new-found friend s name)\\nwas the first of several suffering and devoted Union men,\\nwho refused all pay and reward for the services they ren-\\ndered to me, and whose kindness I cannot sufficiently praise,\\nlie told me I was in a dangerous neighborhood, and must\\nneither stay, nor travel by the road. His wife hurried for\\nme a dinner, and then he went with me through some fields\\nand woods, and placed me upon a path leading to a second", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0362.jp2"}, "361": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n303\\nUnion man s, named Henry Chunn. It was something like\\nthree miles to Mr. Chunn s, but I felt quite fresh and equa\\nto a dozen, if necessary.\\nArriving there I was most kindly received by his wi\\nShe told me that her husband would cheerfully take me c?\u00c2\u00bb\\ntoward Paducah. She made me lie down she bathed n?.y\\nshoulder and she did every thing for me that womanly\\nkindness could suggest. This was the first bed I had laii\\nnpon for more than three months. It produced an old effect\\nfor in a few moments I was sound asleep. I slept till aftei\\ndark, and then awoke by hearing the children cry that\\nfather had come. He came in, and walking up to me,\\nsaid, in a cordial, honest voice\\nMy friend, I am truly glad to see you you are truly\\nwelcome to my house.\\nI went to sleep again and slept till morning. There was\\nbad news then his mules had disappeared from the barn-\\nyard during the night. But I must wait his boys would\\nfind them by the time we finished breakfast. At breakfast\\na little circumstance occurred which may give you an idea\\nof the different life we lead on the border. Across some\\nfields, and beyond some woods, we heard a gun. It was no\\ncannon a mere shot-gun, such as a boy might fire any\\nwhere on a spring morning yet we all stopped talking.\\nWhat does that mean? I asked, after the silence had\\ncontinued a few moments.\\nI don t know, said Mr. Chunn.\\nHave your neighbors guns and powder?\\nNo.\\nThen, said I, it may mean a great deal for us.\\nWe all rose from the table, and looked anxiously across\\nthe fields but nothing was to be seen. The family looked", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0363.jp2"}, "362": {"fulltext": "H04\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\ntroubled, and Mr. Chunn said something about the mules\\nbeing gone, and this being strange. We waited some time,\\nout all continued quiet. But the boys had not found the\\nmules, and Mr. Chunn accordingly walked on with me to-\\nward the house of Mr. Edward Magness, who was likewise\\na good Union man, and would willingly help me on.\\nI took leave of these kind, simple-minded people, whose\\nplain and honest goodness is rare in the great world, from\\nwhich they live apart, and went slowly along the little wood\\nroad. I soon came to a field in which were two or three\\nmen and several children planting corn. I must here ex-\\nplain to you that in the south corn is the one great crop\\non which everybody lives. The bread is all made uf corn;\\nthe horses are fed on corn the pigs are fattened on corn\\nand if the corn should fail there would be a famine. There\\nwere fears that it would fail. The spring had been cold and\\nwet, and the planting was not half done, which always had\\nbeen over a week before. All hands were working early\\nand late on every plantation, seizing on this fine weather\\nfor hurrying in the corn. As Mr. Magness came down a\\nfurrow, near me, I stepped out of the bushes, and told him\\nbriefly who I was, and what I wanted. It must have been\\nan unwelcome tale yet he never, by look or word, gave a\\ndisagreeable sign. Promptly he stopped his plough and un-\\nhitched his horses. Unwillingly I saw the planting cease.\\nBut when I spoke of it, he said pleasantly, they would try\\nand make up the lost time when he came back. We went\\nto his house, the saddles were soon put on, and we started.\\nMy companion was more than usually intelligent, and gave\\nme much information. He also understood the danger of\\nbeing seen by secessionists, and picked his way with great\\ncare by unused roads.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0364.jp2"}, "363": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n305\\nA ride of several miles brought us to the house of Mr.\\nWade. A very shrewd and cautious man was Mr. Wade,\\njet a staunch Union man, who had spoken and suffered for\\nthe cause. He had spent the previous eight months chiefly\\nat Paducah, stealing up occasionally in the dark of evening\\nto see his family, and leaving before daylight the next\\nmorning. Once he had been arrested, and twice his house\\nhad been searched and robbed. He knew full well the\\nwoods and by-paths, and had tried the difficulties and dan-\\ngers of escaping guerrillas. He and I, therefore, had much\\nmore in common than the others, and in him I felt I had a\\ntrusty and experienced friend yet strange to tell, he was-\\na South Carolinian.\\nWe went into the house. On a couch lay a very aged\\nwoman, who, I thought, was childish. Mr. Wade and Mr.\\nMagness were old friends, and talked as country neighbors\\ntalk, of crops, and roads, and men, and places. At last Mr.\\nMagness said I saw Edward Jones yesterday, and he told\\nme they had had a letter from Joel, and that he wrote they\\nwere leaving Corinth, and had been attacked. His regiment\\nwas defeated, and he had to run for his life.\\nThe old lady, at this, rose up and said tl Say that over\\nsir.\\nMr. Magness repeated it.\\nu He is my own grandson, said the old lady. The\\nnight before he went he came here, and I told him never to\\nfight against his country the country his forefathers fought\\nfor. He said, Grandmother, they will call me a coward if\\nI don t go. A coward I would let them call me any thing,\\nI told him, before I would fight against my country. But\\nhe went. And, now, what do you tell me He is my own\\ngrandson my own flesh and blood\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -so I can t wish him\\n20", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0365.jp2"}, "364": {"fulltext": "306\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\nkilled, said the old lady, with great feeling; but, I thank\\nGod I thank God, he has had to run for his life\\nOur early dinner finished, Mr. Magness took his depart-\\nure, and we started.\\nWe will stop at my brother-in-law s, captain, said Mr.\\nWade, and get you a better saddle. It is only a mile from\\nhere. So we rode quietly along.\\nWe will pass our member of Assembly, said Mr. Wade.\\nIt is about a mile from my brother-in-law s. He is a\\ntrue man, I tell you. The secesh would give any thing to\\nget him.\\nBy this time we reached his brother-in-law s. A little girl\\nwas in the yard, and, as we stopped, came to the gate.\\nWell, uncle, said the little girl, are you running away\\nagain from the rebel soldiers\\nNo, said Mr. Wade, cheerfully oh no: there are no\\nrebels round now.\\nYes, there are, said the girl. Father has just come\\nfrom Farrnington, and there are four hundred there.\\nWhat four hundred in Farmington\\nIt s so, brother, said a woman who had come out it is\\nso. They came there this morning; and husband hurried\\nback to tell the neighbors.\\nCaptain, said Mr. Wade, the sooner you and I get out\\nof this country the better for us.\\nHow far is it back to Farmington\\nOnly four miles.\\nIs there any reason for their coming down this road\\nYes Hinckley, the member we elected, lives on it, and\\nJones, who helped elect him, lives on it, and I live on it\\nThey would like to arrest us all. But about half a mile from\\nHinckley s there is a little side-path we can take for five or\\nsix miles.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0366.jp2"}, "365": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3875", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0367.jp2"}, "366": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0368.jp2"}, "367": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2297", "width": "1844", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0369.jp2"}, "368": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0370.jp2"}, "369": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n307\\nCould we have ridden on a gallop, the side- path would\\nhave been reached before the threatening danger could have\\nreached us; but, unfortunately, the pain in my side had\\nincreased so that we could not go faster than a walk. I tried\\nto trot for a moment, but could not bear it, and reined up.\\nDo you ride on, Mr. Wade, I said: there is no need of\\nour both being taken. But Mr. Wade refused.\\nIt was an anxious ride. We knew that Farmiogton was\\nnot far behind, and they might come clattering after us at\\nevery moment. We looked back often at every turn of the\\nroad from the top of every knoll and hill, but nothing was\\nseen.\\nSoon we came to Hinckley s. Two men were seated on\\nthe porch, and the flag was flying in front of the house. I\\nrode on but Mr. Wade stopped, and said, a Pull down youi\\nflag, boys, and take to the woods. It was quietly said, but\\nthe two men sprang up. I looked back, and saw them\\nexchange a few words with Mr. Wade, and then one pulled\\ndown the flag as the other ran toward the stable. There\\nwas another anxious interval, and then we reached the side-\\nroad. We went past it, so as to leave no trail, and first one,\\nand then the other, struck off through the woods until we\\ncame to it. A very intricate and narrow little road it was\\nso that the enemy could not have travelled much faster than\\nwe. Yet there were some settlers, but all good Union\\nmen, Mr. Wade said. At the first we stopped and he bor-\\nrowed a butternut coat, and with some difficulty, helped me\\noff with my soldier s blouse, and on with it so that to any\\nperson in a neighboring house or field we must have seemed\\nlike two farmers riding along.\\nAfter six or seven miles, our bridle-path came back to the\\nmam road. There is a nasty, secesh tavern down the road", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0371.jp2"}, "370": {"fulltext": "308\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\na mile or so, said Mr. Wade, and if they are in this pari\\nof the country, they will be sure to go down there for the\\nnews and a drink. If we can only get across the road and\\nover to old Washam s, we shall be safe.\\nSlowly we came out to the road. We stopped and listened\\nwe held our breath, and bent down to catch the trampling\\nof their horses. We moved on where the bushes grew\\nthickest, and stopped again. Then Mr. Wade rode out and\\nlooked up and down. There is no one in sight, he said;\\ncome on quickly. I hurried my horse, and in a moment\\nwas across. On the other side were great trees and but little\\nunderbrush to hide us. We hurried on until we were hidden\\nfrom the road, and then Mr. Wade drew a long breath, and\\nsaid They won t come down this road we are safe now.\\nThe danger past, there came a great increase of pain.\\nEach step of the horse racked me, and I felt myself grow\\nweaker and weaker. At last came the refreshing words:\\nOld Washam s is the next house, and soon the next house\\nappeared. A true Union man, said Mr. Wade, and true he\\nseemed, for the flag was displayed before the door. We\\nstopped, but I was too exhausted to dismount, and had to\\nslide off into Mr. Wade s arms. As I did so, an old lady,\\nwith silver spectacles upon her nose and knitting in her hand,\\ncame out. What is the matter with that poor man she\\ncried and then catching sight of my uniform under the but-\\nternut coat, Why, it is a Union soldier bring him into the\\nhouse bring him in immediately. So I was brought in and\\nlaid upon a bed, and tenderly cared for.\\nI lay there watching the knitting and listening to the old\\nlady and her daughter s talk. They had a consultation upon\\nmy safety, and it was decided that I should go to the daugh-\\nter s house for the night. 1 It is off the road, they said,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0372.jp2"}, "371": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE. 309\\nand if they make an attack, we can send yon word across\\nthe fields. But later, we learnt that two spies had passed\\nthe house that day, and it was decided I should be sent on\\nthat night.\\nWe were to start from the house of a son-in-law of Mr\\nWasham s, and he and his brother-in-law were to drive me\\nI walked up to the house, and found the wagon nearly ready.\\nHis wife was a young girl, with a sweet and gentle voice and\\nmanner. It is too bad, she said, too bad that you should\\ngo away so wounded and wearied. In peace, we would not\\nlet any one leave our home thus. Soon the wagon came to\\nthe doop. Mother, she said, let us make up a bed in it.\\nOh, no, I interposed, I am not used to a bed I have\\nnot had one in three months, and cannot put you to such\\ntrouble.\\nIt is no trouble to us, she replied, so earnestly and\\nkindly, that I could not doubt it do not think that of us.\\nBut, I went on, I assure you, some hay in the wagon\\nis all I want, and much more than I am accustomed to. Be-\\nsides, I am dusty and dirty, and shall certainly spoil your\\nbed-clothes.\\nIf it had not been for you Union soldiers fighting for us,\\nBhe answered, there would be nothing in this house to spoil;\\nand whatever we have, you shall have.\\nAgainst such goodness and patriotism, who could raise\\nobjections? The bed was made in the wagon; they helped\\nme up, and blessed by many good wishes and kind farewells,\\nwe started. For me it was so much more safe and comforta-\\nble than usual, that I soon fell asleep but to my two young\\nfriends, it was an unusual and an anxious drive. Frequently\\nI was aroused by the wagon stopping. Sometimes they\\nbeard dogs barking sometimes voices and once a gun. At", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0373.jp2"}, "372": {"fulltext": "310\\nTHE ESCAPE.\\nlength 1 woke, to find the wagon standing in front of a house,\\nand young Washam thumping on the door. Soon a man\\ncame out.\\nWhy, boys, he said, what on earth are you doing here\\nthis time o night\\nWhy you see, Mr. Derringer, said one of the boys,\\nhere s a wounded Union officer, hurt in the fight on the\\nObion. Joel Wade brought him to our house, and we ve\\nbrought him here; and now we want you to take him to\\nPaducah.\\nI m really sorry, said Mr. Derringer, that I ve lent my\\nwagon but my neighbor, Purcell, is a good Union man, and\\nhe will do it. All of you come in, and I will go over and see\\nhim.\\nI told Mr. Derringer to wait till morning but he would\\nnot hear of it and after seeing us comfortably in bed, he\\nstarted off to walk a mile or two and wake his neighbor in\\nthe dead of night, to tell him he must come at break of day\\nand carry on a stranger, of whom he had never even heard,\\nfor no other reason than that he was a wounded Union officer.\\nBefore daylight, Mr. Derringer aroused us. It was all\\nright, he said his neighbor Purcell would be there and now\\nhis wife was up, and had breakfast ready. As breakfast fin-\\nished, Mr. Purcell arrived I bade my good friends good-by,\\nand started on the last stage of my journey, As we reached\\nthe main road, we saw numbers of men mounted on jaded\\nmules, and clad in sombre butternut, with sad and anxious\\nfaces. Unhappy refugees flying from the invading foe!\\nSome who had journeyed through the night, rode with us\\ntoward Paducah others who had reached it the day before,\\nrode anxiously out in quest of news. As many caught sight\\nof me, they recognized the marks of recent service.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0374.jp2"}, "373": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE.\\n311\\nAre you from the Obion they asked how far off is\\nthe enemy now Will he dare to come here\\nWe drew nearer to the town, and the signs of alarm in-\\ncreased. The crowd of refugees grew greater the cavalry\\npatrolled the roads the infantry was under arms, and the\\nartillery was planted so as to sweep the approaches. At last\\nsome houses appeared.\\n.This is Paducah, said Mr. Purcell you are there at\\nlast.\\nWe stopped at headquarters, and I went in to report.\\nIs the adjutant in I asked of an officer who was writing.\\nI am the adjutant, sir, he answered, without looking ud.\\nI have come to report myself as arriving at this post.\\nWhat name, sir\\nI gave my name. The adjutant looked up, and with some\\nsurprise, said:\\nWhy, you are reported killed, sir two of your men saw\\nyou lying dead under your horse\\nHow many of my men have come in\\na About half they are at the provost marshal s.\\nAny officers\\nYes one of your lieutenants was taken, but escaped, and\\ncame down from Mayfleld by railroad. And now, said the\\nadjutant, don t stay here any longer; go at once to the\\nhospital, and I will send an order to the medical director to\\ngive you a good surgeon.\\nA few moments more, and I caught sight of a group of my\\nmen. Then came the painful questions Who have come\\nin? Who are missing? Who last saw this one? Who\\nknows any thing of that one Where does K. s family live\\nand who will write to tell them how he fell? And then\\ncame a surgeon a quiet room a tedious time an old friend\\nand a journey home.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0375.jp2"}, "374": {"fulltext": "312\\n66 1 FIGHTS MIT SIGEL.\\nI FIGHTS MIT SIGEL.\\nI met him one morn, he was trudging along,\\nHis knapsack with chickens was swelling,\\nHe d blenkered those dainties, and thought it no wrong,\\nFrom some Secessionist s dwelling.\\nWhat regiment s yours and under whose flag\\nDo you fight said I, touching his shoulder.\\nTurning slowly around he smilingly said,\\n(For the thought made him stronger and bolder,)\\nI fights mit Sigel.\\nThe next time I saw him his knapsack was gone,\\nHis cap and his canteen were missing\\nShell, shrapnell and grape, and the swift rifle ball,\\nAround him and o er him were hissing\\nHow are you my friend, and where have you been,\\nAnd for what and for whom are you fighting\\nHe said, as a shell from the enemy s gun\\nSent his arm and his musket a kiting,\\nI fights mit Sigel. 11\\nAnd once more I saw him and knelt by his side,\\nHis life-blood was rapidly flowing\\nI whispered of home, wife, children and friends,\\nAnd the bright land to which he was going.\\nAnd have you no word for the dear ones at home,\\nThe wee one, the father or mother\\nYaw! yaw! said he, tell them, oh tell them, (quite done.\\nPoor fellow he thought of no other)\\nI fights mit Sigel.\\nWe scooped out a grave, and he dreamlessly sleeps\\nOn the banks of the Shenando river\\nHis home and his kindred alike are unknown,\\nHis reward in the hands of the giver.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0376.jp2"}, "375": {"fulltext": "SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND. 31 8\\nWe placed a rough board at the head of his grave,\\nAnd we left him alone in his glory,\\nBut on it we marked, ere we turned from the spot,\\nThe little we knew of his story\\nI fights mit Sigel.\\nONE OF THE SCOUTS OF THE ARMY OF THE\\nCUMBERLAND.\\nKeller, or as he was usually called in the Army of the\\nCumberland, Killdare, was of German, and perhaps Jewish\\nextraction, and during the first eighteen months of the war\\nhad been concerned with Besthoff, and three Jews by the\\nname of Friedenburg, in smuggling goods into rebeldom, but,\\nbeing arrested in connection with them, it appeared that he\\nhad not been as guilty as the others, and that what he had\\ndone had been rather to support his family than from a desire\\nto aid the rebels. He was therefore released, and being\\noffered an appointment as scout in the Union service, he ac-\\ncepted it and was of great service to the Union cause.\\nIn March, 1863, he left Nashville on horseback, with, a\\nsmall stock of goods, not exceeding one hundred dollars in\\nvalue, with the intention of making his way into and through\\na certain portion of the Confederacy. Swimming his horse\\nacross Harpeth creek, and crossing with his goods in a canoe,\\nhe journeyed on, and passed the night at a house about six\\nmiles beyond Columbia, having previously fallen in with\\nsome of Forrest s men going to Columbia. The next morning\\nhe started for Shelbyville, where he arrived in due season.\\nThe occurrences there and in the subsequent portions of the\\ntrip, are best related in his own words", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0377.jp2"}, "376": {"fulltext": "314 SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND.\\nWhen I arrived, I could rind stabling but no feed for\\nmy horse. I put the animal in the kitchen of a house, and\\ngave a boy five dollars to get me a half bushel of corn, there\\nbeing none in the town. I sold the little stock of goods to\\nthe firm of James Carr Co., of Nashville, who gave me\\neight hundred dollars for the lot, and then went to visit Gen\\neral Frank Cheatham, General Maney, and General Bates.,\\nwhom I saw at the house where I stopped. At the head-\\nquarters of General Cheatham, Colonel A arrived\\nfrom t e front, and stated in my presence that the whole\\nFederal line had fallen back and I further understood from\\nthe generals present and Colonel A that there would\\nbe no fight at Shelby ville. They said that probably there\\nwould be some skirmishing by the Federals, but that the\\nbattle would be fought at Tullahoma, and they had not more\\nthan one corps at Shelbyville, which was under General\\nPolk\\nForage and provisions for man and beast it is utterly im-\\npossible to obtain in the vicinity of Shelbyville. The forage\\ntrains go as far as Lewisport, in Giles county, and the forage\\nis then shipped to Tullahoma, and even farther back, for safe\\nkeeping as far as Bridgeport. Confederate money is two\\nfor one of Georgia Tennessee, two and one half for one.\\nI next went to Tullahoma and there I met on the cars\\na major on Bragg s staff, and scraped an acquaintance through\\nthe introduction of a Nashville gentleman. When we ar-\\nrived within a few miles of Tullahoma, he made a short\\nstatement to me, called me to the platform, and pointed out\\nthe rifle-pits and breastworks, which extended on each side\\nof the railroad about a mile, in not quite a right angle. The\\nwhole force of Bragg s army is composed of fifty-five thou-\\nsand men, well disciplined; twenty thousand of them are", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0378.jp2"}, "377": {"fulltext": "SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND. 315\\ncavalry. When I left Tullahoma, I could not buy meat nor\\nbread. When I arrived at Chattanooga, I gave a nigger one\\ndollar for a drink of whiskey, one dollar for a small cake,\\nand fifty cents for two eggs, which I took for subsistence,\\nand started for Atlanta. I met, going thitherward, a good\\nmany acquaintances on the trains. When I arrived at At-\\nlanta, I found a perfect panic in money matters. Georgia\\nmoney was at seventy-five cents premium, and going up;\\ngold, four and five dollars for one. I remained at Atlanta\\nthree days. Full one half of those I met were .from Nash-\\nville they were glad to see me.\\nI commenced my return to Tullahoma with a captain\\nfrom Nashville, who also showed me the rifle-pits, as I before\\nstated. I made my way on to Shelbyville, and then I got a\\npass from the provost-martial a Major Hawkins to Colum-\\nbia, where I arrived on Sunday morning. There I found\\nForrest and his command had crossed Duck river on their\\nway to Franklin. As I started from the Nelson Hotel to the\\nprovost-marshal s office, I was arrested on the square as a\\nstraggling soldier but I proved myself the contrary, and\\nstarted without a pass to Williamsport. There some fool\\nasked me if I had a pass. I told him i yes, and showed him\\nthe pass I had from Shelbyville to Columbia, and the docu-\\nments I had in my possession, which he could not read. I\\ngave the ferryman a five dollar piece to take me across the\\nriver, and he vouched for my pass when I safely arrived\\nat the Federal pickets.\\nAbout a month after this, Killdare made another, and his\\nlast trip, the full report of which is subjoined. It will be\\nseen that he was watched and several times arrested\\nThough he finally escaped, his usefulness as a spy was totally\\ndestroyed, his name, appearance, and business having been", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0379.jp2"}, "378": {"fulltext": "316 SCOUT OF THE ARITY OF THE CUMBERLAND.\\nbetrayed to the enemy. He has consequently retired from\\nthe business. On his return, he made the following report\\nI left the city of Nashville on Tuesday, the 14th instant,\\nto go south, taking with me a few goods to peddle. I passed\\ndown the Charlotte pike, and travelled two miles up* the\\nEichland creek; then crossed over to the Hardin pike, fol-\\nlowing that road to Harpeth creek, and crossed below De\\nMorse s mill. At the mill I met De Morse, who said\\nto me, 1 Killdare, do you make another trip I replied, I\\ndo not know. De Morse then said, if you get below the\\nmeeting-house you are saved, and smiled. I proceeded on\\nmy way, until I came to a blacksmith on the pike, at which\\na gentleman by the name of Marlin came out, and asked if I\\nhad heard any thing of Sanford being killed on the evening\\nof the 13th instant. I told Marlin I did not know any thing\\nabout it, and proceeded on to South Harper, to Squire Alli-\\nson s, which is seventeen miles from Nashville. I then fed\\nmy mule, stopped about one hour, and proceeded across South\\nHarper toward TVilliamsport.\\nAbout one mile the other side of South Harper, two\\nrebel scouts came galloping up, and asked me what I had for\\nsale. I told them needles, pins, and playing-cards. They\\nthen inquired, have you any papers to go south? I\\nreplied I had, and showed them some recommendations.\\nThey asked me to get down from my carryall, as they\\nwanted to talk with me. This I did and they then asked\\n1 Have you any pistols\\nNo, I replied.\\n14 Stepping back a few paces, and each drawing a pistol,\\none of them said, 1 you scoundrel, you are our prisoner\\nyou are a Yankee spy, and you carry letters from the south,\\nand at the dead hour of night, you carry these letters to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0380.jp2"}, "379": {"fulltext": "SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND. 317\\nTruesdail s office. We lost a very valuable man on Monday,\\nwhile attempting to arrest you at your house his name was\\nSanford, and he was a great deal thought of by General Yan\\nDorn. So now we ve got you, you; turn your wagon\\nround and go back.\\nWe turned, and went to Squire Allison s again, at which\\nplace I met Dr. Morton, from Nashville, whom I requested\\nto assist in getting me released. Dr. Morton spoke to the\\nmen, who, in reply, said, we have orders to arrest him as a\\nspy, for carrying letters to Truesdail s headquarters. They\\nthen turned back to South Harper creek, and took me up the\\ncreek about one mile, where we met about eight more of these\\nscouts, and Colonel McNairy, of Nashville, who was riding\\nalong in a buggy. The lieutenant, in command of the squad,\\nwrote a dispatch to Yan Dorn, and gave it to one of the men,\\nby the name of Thompson, who had me in custody, and we\\nthen proceeded up the creek to Spring Hill, toward the\\nheadquarters of General Yan Dorn. About six miles up the\\ncreek, Thompson learned I had some whiskey, which I gave\\nhim, and of which he drank until he got pretty well intoxi-\\ncated. In the neighborhood of Ivy, we stopped until about\\nsix o clock in the evening. About one mile from Ivy the\\nwheel of my carryall broke. A neighbor came to us with\\nan axe and put a pole under the axle-tree, and we proceeded\\non our way. We had gone but a few hundred yards when\\nthe wagon turned over we righted it, and Thompson took a\\ncarpet-sack full of goods, filled his pockets, and then told me\\nto go to he would not take me to headquarters.\\nChanging his mind, however, he said he would, as he had\\norders so to do, and showed me the dispatch written by Lieu\\ntenant Johnston to General Yan Dorn. It read as follows", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0381.jp2"}, "380": {"fulltext": "318 SCOUT OF THE AEMY OF THE CUMBERLAND.\\na 4 1 have succeeded in capturing Mr. Killdare. Archy\\nCheatham, of Nashville, says Killdare is not loyal to the\\nConfederacy. The Federals have mounted five hundred\\nlight infantry. Sanford s being killed is confirmed.\\n(Signed) Lieut. Johnston.\\n11 Thompson, being very drunk, left me, taking the goods\\nhe stole. Two citizens came up shortly and told me to turn\\nround, and stop all night at Isaac Ivy s, first district, William-\\nson county. There we took the remainder of the goods into\\nthe house. At three o clock in the morning, a negro woman\\ncame and knocked at the door.\\nMr. Ivy says, 4 what do you want\\nA soldier is down at the creek, and wants to know\\nwhere his prisoner is, was the reply.\\nWhat has he done with the goods he took from that\\nman?\\nHe has left them at our house, and has just started up\\nthe creek, as I came up.\\nThat will do. Go on.\\nI was awake, and tried to make my escape, asking Mr.\\nIvy if he had a couple of saddles to loan me. He said he\\nhad; and I borrowed from him seven dollars, as Thompson\\ntook all my money (fifty dollars in Georgia currency). He\\n(Ivy) then told me the route I should take going a few\\nmiles toward Franklin, and then turn toward my home in\\nNashville. Taking Ivy s advice, we proceeded on our way\\ntoward Franklin. About eight miles from Franklin, four\\nguerrillas came up to me and fired pistols. 1 Halt said they\\n1 you want to make your way to the Yankees. We have a\\nnotion to kill you, any way.\\nThey then ordered me to turn, which I did, two going", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0382.jp2"}, "381": {"fulltext": "SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND. 319\\nbehind, whipping the mules, and hooting and hallooing at a\\ngreat rate. We then turned back to Ivy s. When we got\\nthere, I said:\\n1 Where is Thompson, my guard, who told me to go on V\\n11 1 He was here early this morning, and has gone up the\\nhill hunting you, after borrowing my shot-gun, was the\\nanswer.\\nSome conversation ensued between the parties, when Ivy\\nwrote a note to General Yan Dorn, and gave it to Thomp-\\nson. Ivy then gave us our equipage, and we went toward\\nSpring Hill. On the way we met, on Carter s creek pike, a\\ncamp of four hundred Texan rangers. We arrived at Spring\\nHill at sundown of the day following. At Yan Dora s head-\\nquarters, I asked for an interview with the general, which\\nwas not allowed, but was ordered to Columbia to prison\\nuntil farther orders.\\nOn Friday evening, a Nashville soldier who stood senti-\\nnel let me out, and said you have no business here. I\\nmade my way toward Shelby ville crossed over Duck creek\\nmade my way to the Louisburg and Franklin pike, and\\nstarted toward Franklin. Before we got to the pickets we\\ntook to the woods, and thus got round the pickets. A farmer\\nreported having seen me to the guard, and I was taken\\nagain toward Yan Dora s headquarters, six miles distant. I\\nhad gone about one mile, when I fell in with Colonel Lewis s\\ncommand, and was turned over to an orderly sergeant with\\nwhom I was acquainted and by whom I was taken to the\\nheadquarters of Colonel Lewis. There I was discharged\\nfrom arrest, and was told by the colonel what route I should\\ntake in order to avoid the scouts. I then started toward\\nColumbia, and thence toward Hillsboro. At Hillsboro I\\nmet a friend by the name of Parkham, who guided me", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0383.jp2"}, "382": {"fulltext": "320 SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND.\\nwithin five miles of Franklin, where I arrived at daylight\\nthis morning. On Friday last Colonel Forrest passed through\\nColumbia with his force (three thousand strong), and six\\npieces of artillery, to Decatur, Alabama. One regimem\\nwent to Florence. The whole force under Van Dorn at\\nSpring Hill does not exceed four thousand and are poorly\\nclothed. I understand that the force was moving toward\\nTennessee river, in order to intercept forces that were being\\nsent out by General Grant.\\nSam Killdare.\\nThis Archy Cheatham, who it appears had informed\\nupon Killdare, was a government contractor, and professed to\\nbe loyal. The manner in which he obtained his information\\nwas in this wise\\nOne day a genteel, well-dressed young man came to the\\npolice office and inquired for Judge Brien, an employee of\\nthe office. The two, it seems, were old acquaintances, and\\nfor some time maintained a friendly conversation in the\\npresence of Colonel Truesdail. The visitor, whose name was\\nStewart, having taken his leave, Brien remarked to the\\ncolonel\\nThere is a young man who can do us a great deal of\\ngood.\\nDo you know him said the colonel.\\nYery well. He talks right.\\nThe result was that Stewart and Colonel Truesdail soon\\nafterward had a private conversation in reference to the\\nmatter. Stewart stated that he lived about two miles from\\nthe city upon his plantation, that he was intimate with many\\nprominent secessionists, was regarded as a good southern\\nman, and could go anywhere within the lines of the Con-\\nfederacy. The colonel replied that he was in want of just", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0384.jp2"}, "383": {"fulltext": "SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND. $2 1\\nsuch a man, and that lie could be the means of accomplishing\\ngreat good. It was an office, however, of vast responsi-\\nbility, and, if he should be employed, he would be required\\nto take a very stringent and solemn oath, which was read t i\\nhim. To all this Stewart assented, and took the oath, only\\nstipulating that he should never be mentioned as having\\nany connection with the police office. He was consequently\\nemployed, and told to go to work at once.\\nFor a time all seemed well enough. One or two minor\\ncases of smuggling were developed by him. He subse-\\nquently reported that he had become acquainted with the\\ncashier of the Planters Bank, and a Mrs. Bradford who lived\\nfive miles from the city, and made herself very busy in car-\\nrying letters, in which she was aided by Cantrell, the cashier.\\nHe was also in the habit of meeting large numbers of seces-\\nsionists, among whom was Archy Cheatham. He also was a\\nmember of a club or association which met every Saturday,\\nto devise ways and means for aiding the rebellion, and at\\nwhich Mrs. Bradford and Cantrell were constant attendants.\\nOne day he reported that Mrs. Bradford was just going to\\ncarry out what- was ostensibly a barrel of flour, but really a\\nbarrel of contraband goods covered over with flour at each\\nend. And so it went on from week to week. Somebody\\nwas just going to do something, but never did it, or was\\nnever detected and, despite the many fair promises of\\nStewart, the results of his labors were not deemed satisfac-\\ntory.\\nOn the night that Killdare came in from his last trip,\\nStewart was at the office. Something was evidently wrong,\\nand Stewart soon left. To some natural inquiries of the\\ncolonel, Killdare answered, excitedly\\nSomebody has nearly ruined me, colonel I\\n21", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0385.jp2"}, "384": {"fulltext": "322 SCOUT OF THE ARMY OF THE CUMBERLAND.\\nHow is that, and who can it be?\\nWell I am sure that it is a man by the name of Stewart\\nand Archy Cheatham who have done the mischief. Cheat-\\nham has been out in the country some fourteen miles, and\\nthere he met Lieutenant Johnston, whom he told that I was\\ndisloyal to the Confederacy, and one of your spies. The\\nresult was that I was arrested, and came near altogether\\ntoo near hanging for comfort. Johnston telegraphed to\\nVan Dorn that he had caught me, but I got away; and\\nto make a long story short, I have been arrested and have\\nescaped three times.\\nThis opened the colonel s eyes somewhat, and inquiries\\nwere at once set on foot, which disclosed the fact that Stew-\\nart was a rebel of the deepest dye, and had been playing\\noff all the time. It was found that he not only informed\\nCheatham of Killdare s business and position, but had him-\\nself been out in the country some fourteen miles, and had\\ntold the neighbors that Killdare had gone south in Trues-\\ndail s employ. He told the same thing to two guerrillas\\nwhom he met, and even taunted Killdare s children by\\nsaying that he knew where there father had gone. The\\ncolonel, for once, had been thoroughly deceived by appear-\\nances but it was the first and last time. After a month or\\nsix weeks search, Stewart was found and committed to the\\npenitentiary; and before he leaves that institution it is by\\nno means improbable that he will have ample time and op-\\nportunity to conclude that his operations, though sharp and\\nskilful, were not of the most profitable character.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0386.jp2"}, "385": {"fulltext": "SOL. MEREDITH.\\n323\\nOLD SORTIE, THE EEBEL GENERAL.\\nT^EKE was a jolly old captain in the eighteenth Missouri\\ni jgiment of mounted infantry. He was every thing good\\na .id efficient as an officer, a friend, and a gentleman but he\\nr iver deemed a close study of the dictionary as essential to\\n;tting a living or subduing a southern rebellion. One hot\\nd^y, the captain, floating around, sat down under the arbor\\ni*. front of a fellow officer s tent, and, picking up a late paper,\\ncommenced to read aloud the heading of the telegraphic\\ncolumn, as follows\\nRepulse of a sortie at Charleston. Says he, after\\nmusing a moment\\nSortie Sortie? A. Sortie? Cap, have the rebels any\\ngeneral by the name of A. Sortie\\nCertainly, I ve heard of old Sortie frequently.\\nWell, I guess I have, said the captain, come to think\\nnow I ve hearn of his being repulsed very often.\\nSOL. MEREDITH.\\nA PLEASANT story is told by a correspondent, of Colonel\\nSol. Meredith, of Wayne County, Indiana, commanding the\\nnineteenth Indiana, on the Potomac.\\nAt the Lewinsville skirmish, the colonel was at the head\\nof his men, as they were formed in line of battle, under the\\nfire of the enemy. As the shells exploded over them, his\\nboys would involuntarily duck their heads. The colonel\\nsaw their motions, and in a pleasant way exhorted them, as", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0387.jp2"}, "386": {"fulltext": "324\\nBALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\nhe rode along the line, to hold up their heads and act like\\nmen. He turned to speak to one of his officers, and at that\\nmoment an eighteen pounder shell burst within a few yards\\nof him, scattering the fragments in all directions. Instinc-\\ntively, he jerked his head almost to the saddle-bow, while his\\nhorse squatted with fear. Boys, said he as he raised up\\nand reined his steed, you may dodge the large ones! A\\nlaugh ran along the line at his expense, and after that no\\nmore was said about the impropriety of dodging shells.\\nBALLOONING IN THE AEMY.\\nGeorge Alfred Townsend gives the following brilliant\\ndescri ption of the balloon service as practiced in McClellan s\\ncampaign against Eichmond\\nThe aeronaut of the Army of the Potomac was Mr. S. T.\\n0. Lowe he had made seven thousand ascensions, and his\\narmy companion was invariably either an artist, a correspon-\\ndent, or a telegrapher.\\nA minute insulated wire reached from the car to head-\\nquarters, and McClellan was thus informed of all that could\\nbe seen within the Confederate works. Sometimes they re-\\nmained aloft for hours, making observations with powerful\\nglasses, and once or twice the enemy tested their distance\\nwith shell.\\nOn the 13th of April, the Confederates sent up a balloon,\\nthe first they had employed, at which Lowe was infinitely\\namused. He said it had neither shape nor buoyancy, and\\npredicted that it would burst or fall apart after a week. It", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0388.jp2"}, "387": {"fulltext": "BALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\n325\\ncertainly occurred that, after a few fitful appearances, tho\\nstranger was seen no more, till, on the 28th of June, it\\niloated, like a thing of omen, over the spires of Richmond.\\nAt that time the Federals were in full retreat, and all the\\nacres were covered with their dead.\\nOn the 11th of April, at five o clock, an event at once\\namusing and thrilling occurred at our quarters. The com-\\nmander-in-chief had appointed his personal and confidential\\nfriend, General Fitz John Porter, to conduct the seige of\\nYorktown. Porter was a polite, soldierly gentleman, and a\\nnative of New Hampshire, who had been in the regular\\narmy since early manhood. He fought gallantly in the\\nMexican war, being thrice promoted and once seriously\\nwounded, and he was now forty years of age, handsome,\\nenthusiastic, ambitious, and popular. He made frequent\\nascensions with Lowe, and learned to go aloft alone. One\\nday he ascended thrice, and finally seemed as cosily at home\\nin the firmament as upon the solid earth. It is needless to\\nsay that he grew careless, and on this particular morning\\nleaped into the car and demanded the cables to be let out\\nwith all speed. I saw with some surprise that the flurried\\nassistants were sending up the great straining canvas with\\na single rope attached. The enormous bag was only par-\\ntially inflated, and the loose folds opened and shut with a\\ncrack like that of a musket. Noisily, fitfully, the yellow\\nmass rose into the sky, the basket rocking like a feather\\nin the zephyr and, just as I turned aside to speak to a com-\\nrade, a sound came from overhead, like the explosion of a\\nshell, and something striking me across the face laid me flat\\nupon the ground.\\nHalf blind and stunned, 1 staggered to my feet, but the ail\\nseemed full of sries and curses. Opening my eyes ruefully", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0389.jp2"}, "388": {"fulltext": "326\\nBALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\nI saw all faces turned upwards, and when I looked above,-\\nthe balloon was adrift.\\nThe treacherous cable, rotted with vitrol, had snapped in\\ntwain one fragment had been the cause of my downfall, and\\nthe other trailed, like a great entrail, from the receding ear,\\nwhere Fitz John Porter was bounding upward upon a\\nPegasus that he could neither check nor direct.\\nThe whole army was agitated by the unwonted occurrence.\\nFrom battery No. 1, on the brink of the York, to the mouth\\nof Warwick river, every soldier and officer was absorbed.\\nFar within the Confederate lines the confusion extended.\\nWe heard the enemy s alarm- guns, and directly the signal\\nflags were waving up and down our front.\\nThe general appeared directly over the edge of the car.\\nHe was tossing his hands frighteneclly, and shouting some-\\nthing that we could not comprehend.\\npen the valve cried Lowe, in his shrill tones\\nclimb to the netting and reach the valve rope.\\nThe valve the valve I repeated a multitude of tongues,\\nand all gazed with thrilling interest at the retreating hulk\\nthat still kept straight upward, swerving neither to the east\\nnor the west.\\nIt was a weird spectacle, that frail, fading oval, gliding\\nagainst the sky, floating in the serene azure, the little vessel\\nswinging silently beneath, and a hundred thousand martial\\nmen watching the loss of their brother in arms, but power-\\nless to relieve or recover him. Had Fitz John Porter been\\ndrifting down the rapids of Niagara, he could not have been\\nso far from human assistance. But we saw him directly, no\\nbigger than a child s toy, clambering up the netting and\\nreaching for the cord.\\nHe can t do it, muttered a man beside me the wind", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0390.jp2"}, "389": {"fulltext": "BALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\n327\\nblows the valve-rope to and fro, and only a spry, cool-headed\\nfellow can catch it.\\nWe saw the general descend, and appearing again over\\nthe edge of the basket, he seemed to be motioning, to the\\nbreathless hordes below, the story of his failure. Then he\\ndropped out of sight, and when we next saw him, he was re-\\nconnoitering the Confederate works through a long black\\nspyglass. A great laugh went up and down the lines as this\\ncool procedure was observed, and then a cheer of applause\\nran from group to group. For a moment it was doubtful\\nthat the balloon would float in either direction it seemed to\\nfalter, like an irresolute being, and moved reluctantly south-\\neastward, toward Fortress Monroe. A huzza, half uttered,\\nquivered on every lip. All eyes glistened, and some were\\ndim with tears of joy. But the wayward canvas now turned\\ndue westward, and was blown rapidly toward the Confederate\\nworks. Its course was fitfully direct, and the wind seemed\\nto veer often, as if contrary currents, conscious of the oppor-\\ntunity, were struggling for the possession of the daring navi-\\ngator. The south wind held mastery for awhile, and the bal-\\nloon passed the Federal front amid a howl of despair from\\nthe soldiery. It kept right on, over sharpshooters, rifle-pits,\\nand outworks, and finally passed, as if to deliver up its\\nfreight, directly over the heights of Yorktown. The cool\\ncourage, either of heroism or despair, had seized upon Fit;;\\nJohn Porter. He turned his black glass upon the ramparts\\nand masked cannon below, upon the remote camps, upon the\\nbeleaguered town, upon the guns of Gloucester Point, and\\nupon distant Norfolk. Had he been reconnoitring from a\\nsecure perch at the tip of the moon, he could not have been\\nmore vigilant, and the Confederates probably thought this\\nsome Yankee device to peer into their sanctuary in despite", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0391.jp2"}, "390": {"fulltext": "328\\nBALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\nof ball or shell. None of their great guns could be brought\\nto bear upon the balloon but there were some discharges\\nof musketry that appeared to have no effect, and finally\\neven these demonstrations ceased. Both armies, in solemn\\nsilence, were gazing aloft, while the imperturbable mariner\\ncontinued to spy out the land.\\nThe sun was now rising behind us, and roseate rays strug-\\ngled up to the zenith, like the arcs made by showery bombs.\\nThey threw a hazy atmosphere upon the balloon, and the\\nlight shone through the network like the sun through the\\nribs of the skeleton ship in the Ancient Mariner. Then, as\\nail looked agape, the air-craft plunged, and tacked, and\\nveered, and drifted rapidly toward the Federal lines again.\\nThe allelujah that now went up shook the spheres, and\\nwhen he had regained our camp limits, the general was seen\\nclambering up again to clutch the valve-rope. This time he\\nwas successful, and the balloon fell like a stone, so that all\\nhearts once more leaped up, and the cheers were hushed.\\nCavalry rode pell-mell from several directions, to reach the\\nplace of descent, and the general s personal staff galloped\\npast me like the wind, to be the first at his debarkation. I\\nfollowed the throng of soldiery with due haste, and came\\nup to the horsemen in a few minutes. The balloon had\\nstruck a canvas tent with great violence, felling it as if by a\\nbolt, and the general, unharmed, had disentangled himself\\nfrom innumerable folds of oiled canvas, and was now the\\ncynosure of an immense group of people. While the officers\\nshook his hands, the rabble bawled their satisfaction in\\nhurrahs, and a band of music marching up directly, the\\nthrong on foot and horse gave him a vociferous escort to his\\nquarters.\\nFive miles east of Eichmond, in the middle of May, we", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0392.jp2"}, "391": {"fulltext": "BALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\n329\\nround the balloon already partially inflated, resting behind a\\nploughed hill that formed one of a ridge or chain of hills,\\nbordering the Chiekahominy. The stream was only a half-\\nmile distant, but the balloon was sheltered from observation\\nby reason of its position in the hollow.\\nHeretofore the ascensions had been made from remote\\nplaces, for there was good reason to believe that batteries\\nlined the opposite hills but now, for the first time, Lowe\\nintended to make an ascent whereby he could look into\\nKichmond, count the forts encircling it, and note the number\\nand position of the camps that intervened. The balloon\\nwas named the Constitution, and looked like a semi-dis-\\ntended boa-constrictor, as it flapped, with a jerking sound,\\nand shook its oiled and painted folds. It was anchored to\\nthe ground by stout ropes affixed to stakes, and also by sand-\\nbags which hooked to its netting. The basket lay alongside\\nthe generators were contained in blue wooden wagons,\\nmarked U. S. and the gas was fed to the balloon through\\nrubber and metallic pipes. A tent or two, a quantity of\\nvitriol in green and wicker carboys, some horses and trans-\\nportation teams, and several men that assisted the inflation,\\nwere the only objects to be remarked. As some time was\\nto transpire before the arrangements were completed, I re-\\nsorted to one of the tents and took a comfortable nap. The\\nProfessor aroused me at three o clock, when I found the\\ncanvas straining its bonds, and emitting a hollow sound, as\\nof escaping gas. The basket was made fast directly, the\\ntelescopes tossed into place the Professor climbed to the\\nside, holding by the network and I coiled up in a rope at\\nthe bottom.\\nStand by your cables, he said, and the bags of ballast\\nwere at once cut away. Twelve men took each a, rope in", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0393.jp2"}, "392": {"fulltext": "330\\nBALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\nhand, and played out slowly, letting us glide gently upward.\\nThe earth seemed to be falling away, and we poised motion-\\nless in the blue ether. The tree-tops sank downward, the\\nhills dropped noiselessly through space, and directly the\\nChickahominy was visible beyond us, winding like a ribbon\\nof silver through the ridgy landscape.\\nFar and wide stretched the Federal camps. We saw faces\\nturned upward gazing at our ascent, and heard clearly, as\\nin a vacuum, the voices of soldiers. At every second the\\nprospect widened, the belt of horizon enlarged, remote farm\\nhouses came in view the earth was like a perfectly flat sur\\nface, painted with blue woods, and streaked with pictures of\\nroads, fields, fences, and streams. As we climbed higher,\\nthe river seemed directly beneath us, the farms on the\\nopposite bank were plainly discernible, and Eichmond lay\\nonly a little way off, enthroned on its many hills, with the\\nJames stretching white and sinuous from its feet to the hori-\\nzon. We could see the streets, the suburbs, the bridges, the\\noutlying roads, nay, the moving masses of people. The\\nCapitol sat, white and colossal, on Shockoe Hill, the dingy\\nbuildings of the Tredegar Works blackened the river-side\\nabove, the hovels of Eockets clustered at the hither limits, and\\none by one we made out our familiar hotels, public edifices,\\nand vicinities. The fortifications were revealed in part only,\\nfor they took the hue of the soil, and blended with it but\\nmany camps were plainly discernible, and by means of the\\nglasses we separated tent from tent, and hut from hut. The\\nConfederates were seen running to the cover of the woods,\\nthat we might not discover their numbers, but we knew the\\nlocation of their camp-fires by the smoke that curled toward us.\\nA panorama so beautiful would have been rare at any\\ntime, but this was thrice interesting from its past and coining", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0394.jp2"}, "393": {"fulltext": "BALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\n33]\\nassociations. Across those plains the hordes at our feet were\\neither to advance victoriously, or be driven eastward with\\ndusty banners and dripping hands. Those white farm-houses\\nwere to be receptacles for the groaning and the mangled;\\nthousands were to be received beneath the turf of those pas-\\nture fields and no rod of ground on any side, that should\\nnot, sooner or later, smoke with the blood of the slain.\\nGuess I ve got em now, jest where I want em, said\\nLowe, with a gratified laugh jest keep still as you mind to,\\nand squint your eye through my glass, while I make a sketch\\nof the roads and the country. Hold hard there, and anchor\\nfast he screamed to the people below. Then he fell im-\\nperturbably to work, sweeping the country with his hawk-\\neye, and escaping nothing that could contribute to the com-\\npleteness of his jotting.\\nWe had been but a few minutes thus poised, when close\\nbelow, from the edge of a timber stretch, puffed a volume of\\nwhite smoke. A second afterward, the air quivered with the\\npeal of a cannon. A third, and we heard the splitting shriek\\nof a shell, that passed a little to our left, but in exact range,\\nand burst beyond us in the ploughed field, heaving up the\\nclay as it exploded.\\nHa I said Lowe, they have got us foul Haul in the\\ncables quick I he shouted in a fierce tone.\\nAt the same instant, the puff, the report, and the shriek\\nwas repeated but this time the shell burst to our right in\\nmid air, and scattered fragments around and below us.\\nAnother shot will do our business, said Lowe, between\\nhis teeth it isn t a mile, and they have got the range.\\nAgain the puff and the whizzing shock. I closed my\\neyes, and held my breath hard. The explosion was so close,\\nthat the pieces of shell seemed driven across my face, and\\nmy ears quivered with the sound. T looked at Lowe, to see", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0395.jp2"}, "394": {"fulltext": "332\\nBALLOONING IN THE ARMY.\\nif he was struck He had sprung to his feet, and clutched\\nthe cordage frantically.\\nu Are you pulling in there, you men he bellowed, with\\na loud imprecation.\\na Puff! bang! whiz-z-z-z! splutter I broke a third shell,\\nand my heart was wedged in my throat.\\nI saw at a glimpse the whole bright landscape again. I\\nheard the voices of soldiers below, and saw them running\\nacross fields, fences, and ditches, to reach our anchorage.\\nI saw some drummer-boys digging in the field beneath for\\none of the buried shells. I saw the waving of signal flags,\\nthe commotion through the camps, officers galloping their\\nhorses, teamsters whipping their mules, regiments turning\\nout, drums beaten, and batteries limbered up. I remarked,\\nlast of all, the site of the battery that alarmed us, and, by\\na strange sharpness of sight and sense, believed that I saw\\nthe gunners swabbing, ramming, and aiming the pieces.\\nPuff bang whiz-z-z-z splutter crash\\nPuff! bang whiz-z-z-z splutter! crash I\\nMy God said Lowe, hissing the words slowly and\\nterribly, u they have opened upon us from another battery\\nThe scene seemed to dissolve. A cold dew broke from\\nmy forehead. I grew blind and deaf. I had fainted.\\nPitch some water in his face, said somebody. lie\\nain t used to it. Hallo there he comes to.\\nI staggered to my feet. There must have been a thousand\\nmen about us. They were looking curiously at the\\naeronaut and me. The balloon lay fuming and struggling\\non the clods.\\nThree cheers for the Union Bal-loon called a little\\nfellow at my side.\\nHip, hip hoorooar hoorooar hoorooar!\\nTiger-r-r yah whoop I", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0396.jp2"}, "395": {"fulltext": "LIEUTENANT S PERFUMED BREATH. 333\\nRATTLESNAKES vs. EEBELS.\\nThe best piece of satire upon the leniency observed by\\nthe authorities, in the early part of the war, in reference to\\nrebels found commiting depredations, is contained in the fol-\\nlowing story Some of the soldiers belonging to General\\nCox s army, stationed at Kanawha, Yirginia, caught a large\\nrattlesnake, which manifested a most mischievous disposition,\\nsnapping and thrusting out its forked tongue at all who came\\nnear it. The boys at last got tired of the reptile, and, as\\nnobody wanted such a dangerous companion, the question\\narose, What shall we do with him This question was\\npropounded several times without an answer, when a half\\ndrunken soldier, who was lying near, upon his back, rolled\\nupon his side, and relieved his companions by quietly re-\\nmarking D n it swear him, and let him go 1\\nLIEUTENANT S PERFUMED BREATH.\\nLittle Freddy H., a four-year-old, son of Chaplain H., of\\na New York regiment of volunteers, perpetrated a good\\nthing while said regiment was at camp at Suffolk. A smart\\nlooking lieutenant, with dashing air and perfumed breath, came\\ninto a tent where Freddy was. The little soldier scanned\\nhim very closely, and when a convenient opportunity offered\\nitself, he said to the lieutenant: You are a doctor; I know\\nyou are a doctor. No, my little man, replied the officer,\\nyou are mistaken this time I am not a doctor. Yes,\\nyou are a doctor too, replied Freddy I know you are a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0397.jp2"}, "396": {"fulltext": "334\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\ndoctor; for I can smell the medicine/ This was too good a\\nthing to be kept, and half an hour did not elapse before it\\nhad spread throughout the regiment.\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\nAmong the Union men and officers in our armies, none\\nhave been more earnest in their patriotism, or more ready to\\ndo and dare every thing for the Union cause, than some of\\nthe citizens and natives of Southern States. To be a Union\\nman in the Southern Atlantic or Gulf States, meant, unless\\nthe man s social position was of the very highest, to be a\\nma* tyr to be robbed, persecuted, stripped of all the com\\nforts of life, deprived of a home, and often to be conscripted,\\nimprisoned, shot, hung, or to suffer a thousand deaths in\\nthe tortures and indignities inflicted on his helpless family.\\nYet, with all this before them, many southern men dared\\nto be true to their allegiance to the National Government,\\nand to enter its service. As was to be expected, these\\nmen proved the most serviceable and fearless of the\\nUnion scouts and spies. Their familiarity with the country\\nwas of great service to them, and the remembrance of the\\nwrongs they had endured fired them with ru energy and\\nzeal, and a desire to punish the foe, which rendered them\\ninvaluable. Among the men of this class, who have ren-\\ndered the most efficient service to the national cause, was a\\nyoung Georgian, born of Scotch parents, near Augusta,\\nGeorgia, in the year 1832. His real name was concealed, in\\nconsequence of the peril which would have accrued to his\\nrelatives, had it been known but he was known to some", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0398.jp2"}, "397": {"fulltext": "A DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\n335\\nextent in the Union army as John Morford. A blacksmith\\nby trade, he early engaged in railroad work, and at the\\nopening of the war was master mechanic npon one of the\\nsouthern railroads. He was a decided Union man, and made\\nno secret of his opinions, and was in consequence discharged\\nfrom his situation, and not allowed employment upon any\\nother railroad. Morgan s cavalry was also sent to his farm,\\nand stripped it and when he applied to the guerrilla leader\\nfor pay, for the property thus taken, he was told he should\\nhave it if he would only prove his loyalty to the south.\\nAs he would not do this, Morgan cursed and abused him,\\nthreatened to have him shot, and finally sent him under arrest\\nto one Major Peyton. The major endeavored, but without any\\nsuccess, to convince him that the cause of the south was right\\nbut Morford proving firm to his Union sentiments, he began\\nto threaten him, declaring that he should be hung within\\ntwo weeks. Morford coolly replied that he was sorry for\\nthat, as he should have preferred to live a little longer, but,\\nif it must be so, he couldn t help it. Finding him unterrified,\\nPeyton cooled down, and finally told him that if he would\\ngive a bond of one thousand dollars, as security for his good\\nbehavior, and take the oath of allegiance to the Southern\\nConfederacy, he would release him and protect his property.\\nAfter some hesitation no other plan of escape occurring to\\nhim Morford assented, and took the required oath upon\\nthe back of which Peyton wrote, If you violate this, I will\\nhang you.\\nWith this safeguard, Morford returned to his farm and\\nlived a quiet life. Buying a span of horses, he devoted him-\\nself to the cultivation of his land, seeing as few persons as\\nhe could, and talking with none. His house had previously\\nbeen the headquarters of the Union men, but was now", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0399.jp2"}, "398": {"fulltext": "336\\nA DARING- SCOUT AND SPY.\\ndeserted by them and its ownei endeavored to live up to\\nthe letter of the obligation he had taken. For a short time\\nall went well enough but one day a squad of cavalry came,\\nwith a special written order from Major Peyton, to take his\\ntwo horses, which they did. This was too much for human\\nnature and Morford, perceiving that no faith could be\\nplaced in the assurances of those in command, determined to\\nbe revenged upon them and their cause. His house again\\nbecame a secret rendezvous for Unionists; and by trusty\\nagents he managed to send regular and valuable information\\nto General Buell then in command in Tennessee. At\\nlength, however, in May, 1862, he was betrayed by one in\\nwhom he had placed confidence, and arrested upon the\\ncharge of sending information to General Crittenden, at\\nBattle creek. He indignantly denied the charge, and declared\\nthat he could easily prove himself innocent if released for\\nthat purpose. After three days confinement, this was\\nassented to and Morford, knowing full well that he could\\nnot do what he had promised, made a hasty retreat, and fled\\nto the mountains, whence, some days afterward, he emerged,\\nand went to McMinnville, at which place General Iselson\\nwas then in command.\\nHere he remained until the rebel force left that vicinity,\\nwhen he again went home, and lived undisturbed upon his\\nfarm, until Bragg returned with his army. The presence in\\nthe neighborhood of so many officers cognizant of his former\\narrest and escape rendered flight a second time necessary.\\nHe now went to the camp of General Donelson, with whom\\nhe had some acquaintance, and soon became very friendly\\nthere acting the while in the double capacity of beef con-\\ntractor for the rebel army, and spy for General Crittenden.\\nLeaving General Donelson after some months 1 stay, although", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0400.jp2"}, "399": {"fulltext": "A DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\n337\\nearnescly requested to remain longer, Morford lext found\\nhis way to Nashville, where he made numerous expeditions\\nas a spy for General Negley. Buell was at Louisville, and\\nNashville was then the Federal outpost. Morford travelled\\nabout very readily upon passes given him by General Donel\\nson, making several trips to Murfreesboro and one to\\nCumberland Gap.\\nUpon his return from the latter, he was arrested near\\nLebanon, Tennessee, about one o clock at night, by a party\\nof four soldiers upon picket duty at that point. Halting\\nhim, the following conversation occurred\\nWhere do you live\\nNear Stewart s Ferry, between here and Nashville.\\nu Where have you been, and what for\\nUp to see my brother, to get from him some jeans cloth\\nand socks for another brother in the Confederate army.\\nHow does it happen you are not in the army yourself?\\nThat looks rather suspicious.\\nOb, I live too near the Federal lines to be conscripted,\\nWell, we ll have to send you to Murfreesboro. I reckon\\nyou re all right but those are our orders, and we can t go\\nbehind them.\\nTo this Morford readily consented, saying he had no ob-\\njection and the party sat down by the fire and talked in\\na friendly manner for some time. Morford soon remembered\\nthat he had a bottle of brandy with him, and generously\\ntreated the crowd. Further conversation was followed by a\\nsecond drink, and soon by a third. One of the party now\\nproposed to exchange his Eosinantish mare for a fine horse\\nwhich Morford rode. The latter was not inclined to trade\\nbut objection was useless, and he finally yielded, receiving\\nseventy -five dollars in Confederate money and the mare.\\n22", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0401.jp2"}, "400": {"fulltext": "338\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\nThe trade pleased the soldier, and a present of a pair of\\nsocks still further enhanced his pleasure. His companions\\nwere also similarly favored, and testified their appreciation\\nof the gift by endeavoring to purchase the balance of Mor-\\nford s stock. He would not sell, however, as he Avished to\\nsend them to his brother at Kichmond, by a person who had\\ngiven public notice that he was soon going there. A fourth\\ndrink made all supremely happy at which juncture their\\nprisoner asked permission to go to a friend s house, only a\\nquarter of a mile off, and stay until morning, when he would\\ngo with them to Murfreesboro. His friend of the horse-\\ntrade, now very mellow, thought he need Dot go to Mur-\\nfreesboro at all, and said he would see what the others said\\nabout it. Finally it was concluded that he was right, and\\nmight whereupon he mounted the skeleton mare and rode\\nrejoicingly into Nashville.\\nOn his next trip southward he was arrested by Colonel\\nJohn T. Morgan, just as he came out of the Federal lines,\\nand, as his only resort, joined Forrest s command, and was\\nfurnished with a horse and gun. The next day Forrest\\nmade a speech to his men, and told them that they were\\nnow going to capture Nashville. The column immediately\\nbegan its march, and Morford, by some means, managed to\\nhave himself placed in the advance. Two miles below La-\\nvergne a halt for the night was made; but Morford s horse\\nwas unruly, and could not be stopped, carrying its rider\\nahead and out of sight. It is needless to say that this ob-\\nstinacy was not overcome until Nashville was reached, nor\\nthat, when Forrest came the next day, General Negley was\\namply prepared for him.\\nAt this time Nashville was invested. Buell was known\\nto be advancing toward the city, but no scouts had been able", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0402.jp2"}, "401": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0403.jp2"}, "402": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0404.jp2"}, "403": {"fulltext": "", "height": "1944", "width": "2146", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0405.jp2"}, "404": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0406.jp2"}, "405": {"fulltext": "A DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\n339\\nt6 go or come from him. A handsome reward vas offered\\nto any one who wDuld carry a dispatch safely through to\\nBowling Green, and Morford undertook to do it. Putting\\nthe document under the lining of his boot, he started for\\nGallatin, where he arrived safely.\\nFor some hours he sauntered around the place, lounged\\nin and out of bar rooms, made friends with the rebel soldiers,\\nand toward evening purchased a small bag of corn meal, a\\nbottle of whiskey, a pound or two of salt, and some smaller\\narticles, which he threw across his shoulder and started up\\nthe Louisville road, with hat on one side, hair in admirable\\ndisorder, and, apparently, gloriously drunk. The pickets\\njested at and made sport of him, but permitted him to pass.\\nThe meal, etc., was carried six miles, when he suddenly\\nbecame sober, dropped it, and hastened on to Bowling\\nGreen, and there met General Eosecrans, who had just ar-\\nrived. His information was very valuable. Here he re-\\nmained until the army came up and passed on, and then\\nset out on his return on foot, as he had come. He sup-\\nposed that our forces had gone by way of Gallatin, but when\\nnear that place learned that it was still in possession of the\\nrebels, and so stopped for the night in a shanty between\\nMorgan s pickets, on the north side, and Woolford s (Union),\\non the south side. During the night the two had a fight,\\nwhich finally centered around the shanty, and resulted in\\ndriving Morford to the woods. In two or three hours he\\ncame back for his clothes, and found that the contending\\nparties had disappeared, and that the railroad tunnels had\\nbeen filled with wood and fired. Hastily gathering his\\neffects together, he made his way to Tyree Springs, and\\nthence to Nashville.\\nFor a short time he acted as a detective of the army police", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0407.jp2"}, "406": {"fulltext": "b40\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\nat Nashville, assuming the character of a rebel soldier, anil\\nliving in the families of prominent secessionists. In this\\nwork he was very successful but it had too little of danger\\nand adventure, and he returned again to scouting, making\\nseveral trips southward, sometimes without trouble, but once\\nor twice being arrested and escaping as best he could. In\\nthese expeditions he visited McMinnville, Murfreesboro, Alta-\\nmoot, on the Cumberland mountains, Bridgeport, Chattanooga,\\nand other places of smaller note. He travelled usually in the\\nguise of a smuggler, actually obtaining orders for goods from\\nprominent rebels, and sometimes the money in advance, fill-\\ning them in Nashville, and delivering the articles upon his\\nnext trip. Just before the battle of Stone river, he received\\na large order to be filled for the rebel hospitals; went to\\nNashville, procured the medicine, and returned to McMinn-\\nville, where he delivered some of it. Thence he travelled to\\nBradyville, and thence to Murfreesboro, arriving there just as\\nthe battle began. Presenting some of the surgeons with a sup-\\nply of morphine, he assisted them in attending the wounded\\nfoi a day or two, and then went to a hospital tent in the\\nwoods near the railroad, where he also remained ODe day and\\npart of another. The fight was now getting hot, and, fearful\\nthat somebody would recognize him, he left Murfreesboro on\\nFriday, and went to McMinnville. He had been there but\\nlittle more than an hour, having barely time to put up his\\nhorse and step into a house near by to see some wounded\\nmen, when two soldiers arrived in search of him. Their de-\\nscription of him was perfect; but he escaped by being out of\\nsight the friend with whom he was supposed to be, declaring,\\nthough closely questioned, that he had not seen and knew\\nnothing of him. In a few minutes pickets were thrown out\\naround the town, and it was two days before he could get", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0408.jp2"}, "407": {"fulltext": "A DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\n341\\naway Obtaining a pass to Chattanooga at last, only through\\nthe influence of a lady acquaintance, with it he passed the\\nguards; but when once out of sight, turned off from the\\nChattanooga road and made his way safely to Nashville.\\nGeneral Rosecrans was now in possession of Murfreesboro\\nand thither Morford proceeded with some smuggler s goods\\nwith a view to another trip. The necessary permission was\\nreadily obtained, and he set out for Woodbury. Leaving\\nMs wagon outside the rebel lines, he proceeded on foot to\\nMcMinnville, arriving there on the 19th of January, 1863,\\nand finding General John H. Morgan, to whom he represent-\\ned himself as a former resident in the vicinity of Woodbury\\nhis family, however, had moved away, and he would like\\npermission to take his wagon and bring away the household\\ngoods. This was granted, and the wagon brought to McMinn-\\nville, whence Morford went to Chattanooga, representing\\nhimself along the road as a fugitive from the Yankees. Near\\nChattanooga he began selling his goods to Unionists and\\nrebels alike, at enormous prices, and soon closed them out\\nat a profit of from four hundred to five hundred dollars. At\\nChattanooga he remained a few days, obtained all the infor-\\nmation he could, and returned to Murfreesboro without trou-\\nble.\\nHis next and last trip is the most interesting and daring of\\nall his adventures. Making a few days stay in Murfreesboro,\\nhe went to McMinnville, and remained there several days,\\nduring which time he burned Hickory Creek bridge, and\\nsent a report of it to General Rosecrans. This he managed\\nwith so much secresy and skill as to escape all suspicion of\\ncomplicity in the work, mingling freely with the citizens and\\ntalking the matter over in all its phases. From McMinnville\\nMorfori proceeded to Chattanooga, and remained there", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0409.jp2"}, "408": {"fulltext": "342\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\nnearly a week, when he learned that three of our scouts were\\nimprisoned in the Hamilton county jail, at Harrison, Tennes-\\nsee, and were 10 be shot on the first Friday in May. Deter-\\nmined to attempt their rescue, he sent? a Union man to the\\ntown to ascertain who was jailer what the number of the\\nguards, how they were placed, and inquire into the condition\\nof things in general about the jail. Upon receipt of his re-\\nport, Morford gathered about him nine Union men, on the\\nnight of Tuesday, April 21, 1863, and started for Harrison.\\nBefore reaching the place, however, they heard rumors that\\nthe guard had been greatly strengthened and, fearful that it\\nwo aid prove too powerful for them, the party retreated to the\\nmountains on the north side of the Tennessee river, where\\nthey remained concealed until Thursday night. On Wednes-\\nday night the same man who had previously gone to the\\ntown was again sent to reconnoitre the position. Thursday\\nmorning he returned and said that the storv of a strong\\nguard was all false there were but two in addition to the\\njailer.\\nMorford s party was now reduced to six, including himself;\\nbut he resolved to make the attempt that night. Late in the\\nafternoon all went down to the river and loitered around until\\ndark, when they procured boats and crossed to the opposite\\nbank. Taking the Chattanooga and Harrison road, they\\nentered the town, looked around at leisure, saw no soldiers\\nnor any thing unusual, and proceeded toward the jail. Ap-\\nproaching quite near, they threw themselves upon the ground\\nand surveyed the premises carefully. The jail was sur-\\nrounded by a high board fence, in which were two gates.\\nMorford s plan of operations was quickly arranged. Making\\na prisoner of one of his own men, he entered the enclosure,\\nposting a sentinel at each gate. Once inside, a light was", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0410.jp2"}, "409": {"fulltext": "A DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\n343\\nvisible in the jail, and Morford marched confidently ur to\\nthe door arid rapped. The jailer thrust his head out of a\\nwindow and asked what was wanted. He was told, a Here\\nis a prisoner to put in the jail. Apparently satisfied, the\\njailer soon opened the door and admitted the twain into the\\nentry. In a moment, however, he became alarmed, and\\nhastily exclaiming, Hold on 1 stepped out.\\nFor ten minutes Morford waited patiently for his return,\\nsupposing, of course, that he could not escape from the yard,\\nboth gates being guarded. Not making his appearance, it\\nwas found that the pickets had allowed him to pass them.\\nThis rather alarming fact made haste necessary, and Morford,\\nreturning to the jail, said he must put his prisoner in imme-\\ndiately, and demanded the keys forthwith. The women de-\\nclared in positive terms that they hadn t them, and did not\\nknow where they were. One of the guards was discovered\\nin bed and told to get the keys. Proving rather noisy and\\nsaucy, he was reminded that he might get his head taken off\\nif he were not quiet\u00e2\u0080\u0094 .-which intimation effectually silenced\\nhim. Morford again demanded the keys, and the women,\\nsomewhat frightened, gave him the key to the outside door.\\nUnlocking it, and lighting up the place with candles, he\\nfound himself in a room around the sides of which was\\nranged a line of wrought-iron cages. In one of these were\\nfive persons, four white and one negro. Carrying out the\\ncharacter he had assumed of a rebel soldier in charge of a\\nprisoner, Morford talked harshly enough to the caged men,\\nand threatening to hang them at once, at which they were\\nvery naturally alarmed, and began to beg for mercy. For a\\nthird time the keys to the inner room, in which the scouts\\nwere, were demanded, and a third time the women denied\\nhaving them. An axe was then ordered to be brought, but", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0411.jp2"}, "410": {"fulltext": "344\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\nthere was none about the place so said they. Morford saw\\nthat they were trifling with him, and determined to stop it.\\nSnatching one of the jailer s boys, standiDg near, by the\\ncollar, and drawing his sabre, he told him he wo aid cut his\\nhead off if he did not bring him an axe in two minutes.\\nThis had the desired effect, and the axe was forthcoming.\\nMorford now began cutting away at the lock, when he was\\nstartled by hearing the word halt! at the gate. Of his\\nfive men two were at the gates, two were inside as a guard,\\nand one was holding the light. Eeady for a fight he went\\nout to see what was the matter. The sentinel reporting that\\nhe had halted an armed man outside, Morford walked out to\\nhim and demanded\\nWhat are you doing here with that gun\\nMiss Laura said you were breaking down the jail, and I\\nwant to see McAllister, the jailer. Where is he was the\\nreply.\\nWell, suppose I am breaking down the jail what are\\nyou going to do about it\\nI am going to stop it if I can.\\nWhat s your name?\\nLowry Johnson.\\nBy this time Morford had grasped the muzzle of the gun,\\nand told him to let go. Instead of complying, Johnson tried\\nto .pull it away but a blow upon the neck from Morford s\\nsabre soon made him drop it. Morford now began to search\\nhim for other weapons, but before he had concluded the\\noperation Johnson broke away, leaving a part of his cloth-\\ning in Morford s hands. The latter drew his revolver and\\npursued, firing five shots at him, sometimes at a distance of\\nonly six or eight paces. A cry, as of pain, showed that he\\nwas struck, but he managed to reaeh the hotel (kept by his", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0412.jp2"}, "411": {"fulltext": "A DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\n345\\nbrother), and, bursting in the door, which was fastened, es-\\ncaped into the house. Morford followed, but too late. John-\\nson s brother now came out and rang the bell in front, which\\ngathered a crowd about the door but Morford, not at all\\ndaunted, told them that if they wanted to guard the jail they\\nhad better be about it quick, as he was going to burn it and\\nthe town in the bargain. This so frightened them that no\\nfurther demonstration was made, and Morford returned to the\\njail unmolested. There he and his men made so much\\nshouting and hurrahing as to frighten the people of the\\ntown beyond measure; and many lights from upper story\\nwindows were extinguished, and the streets were deserted.\\nA half hour s work was necessary to break off the outside\\nlock a splendid burglar-proof one. Morford now discovered\\nthat the door was double, and that the inner one was made\\nstill more secure by being barred with three heavy log chains.\\nThese were cut in two with the axe but the strong lock of\\nthe door still remained. He again demanded the key, and\\ntold the women if it was not produced he would murder the\\nwhole of them. The rebel guard, Lew. Luttrell by name,\\nwas still in bed. Eising up, he said that the key was not\\nthere. Morford now ordered Luttrell to get out of bed, in a\\ntone so authoritative that that individual deemed it advisable\\nto comply Scarcely was he out, however, before Morford\\nstruck at him with his sabre but he was too far off, and the\\nblow fell upon one of the children, drawing some blood.\\nThis frightened the women, and, concluding that he was\\nabout to put his threat in execution, and would murder them\\nsurely enough, they produced the key without further words.\\nNo time was lost in unlocking the door and releasing the in-\\nmates of the room. Procuring their clothes for them, and\\narming one with Johnson s gun, the whole party left the jail\\nand hurried toward the nver. Among the released prisoners", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0413.jp2"}, "412": {"fulltext": "346\\nA DARING SCOUT AND SPY.\\nwas a rebel with a wooden leg, the original having been shot\\noff at Manassas. He persisted in accompanying the others,\\nand was only induced to go back by the intimation that\\nM dead men tell no tales.\\nCrossing the river in the boats, they were moved to another\\nplace at some distance, to preclude the possibility of being\\ntracked and followed. All now hid themselves among the\\nmountains, and the same Union man was asrain sent to Har-\\nrison, this time to see how severely Johnson was wounded\\nHe returned in a day or two, and reported that he had a\\nsevere sabre cut on the shoulder, a bullet through the muscle\\nof his right arm, and two slight wounds in one of his hands,\\nMorford and his men remained in the mountains until all\\nsearch for the prisoners was over, then went to the Cumber-\\nland mountains, where they remained one day and a portion\\nof another, and then proceeded in the direction of McMinn-\\nville. Hiding themselves in the woods near this place during\\nthe day, seeing but not seen, they travelled that night to\\nwithin eleven miles of Woodbury, when they struck across\\nthe road from McMinnville to Woodbury. Near Logan s\\nPlains they were fired on by a body of rebel cavalry, but,\\nthough some forty shots were fired, no one of the ten J\\nharmed, Morford having one bullet hole in his coat. Tim\\ncavalry, however, pursued them across the barrens, sur-\\nrounded them, and supposed themselves sure of their game:\\nbut Morford and his companions scattered and hid away, not\\none being captured or found. Night coming on, the cavalry\\ngave up the chase, and went on to Woodbury, where they\\nthrew out pickets, not doubting that they would pick up the\\nobjects of their search during the night. Morford, however,\\nwas informed of this fact by a citizen, and, in consequence,\\nlay concealed all the next day, making his way safely to\\nMurfreesboro, with all of his company, the day after.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0414.jp2"}, "413": {"fulltext": "SCOUTING IN EA.ST TENNESSEE.\\n347\\nSCOUTING IN EAST TENNESSEE.\\nEdmund Kikke (Mr. J. R. Gilmore), who has explored\\nextensively the regions desolated by the war, thus narrates\\none of the adventures of a Union East Tennessean, who had\\nbeen acting as a scout for General Rosecrans, in his little\\nvolume Down in Tennessee:\\nI was dreaming of home, and of certain-flaxen-haired juve-\\nniles who are accustomed to call me Mister Papa, when a\\nheavy hand was laid on my shoulder, and a gruff voice said\\nDoan t want ter sturb yer, stranger, but thar haint nary\\nnother sittin -place in the whole kear.\\nI drew in my extremities, and he seated himself before me,\\nHe was a spare, muscular man of about forty, a little above\\nthe medium height, with thick, sandy hair and beard, and a\\nfall, clear, gray eye. There was nothing about him to attract\\nparticular attention except his clothing, but that was so out\\nof all keeping with the place and the occasion, that I opened\\nmy eyes to their fullest extent, and scanned him from head\\nto foot. He wore the gray uniform of a secession officer, and\\nin the breast of his coat, right over his heart, was a round\\nhole, scorched at the edges, and darkly stained with blood\\nOver his shoulder was slung a large army revolver, and at his\\nside, in a leathern sheath, hung a weapon that seemed a sort\\nof cross between a bowie-knife and a butcher s cleaver. On\\nhis head, surmounted by a black plume, was a moose-colored\\nslouched hat, and falling from beneath it, and tied under his\\nchin, was a white cotton handkerchief stiffly saturated with\\nblood! Nine motley-clad natives, all heavily armed, had\\nentered with him and taken the vacant seats around me, and\\nat first view I was inclined to believe that in my sleep the\\ntrain had gone over to the enemy and left me in the hands", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0415.jp2"}, "414": {"fulltext": "343\\nSCOUTING IN EAST TENNESSEE.\\nof the Philistines. I was, however, quickly reassured, for,\\nlooking about, I discovered the Union guard and my fellow-\\ntravellers all in their previous places, and as unconcerned as\\nif no unusual thing had happened. Still, it seemed singular\\nthat no officer had the new-comer in charge and more sin-\\ngular that any one in the uniform he wore should be allowed\\nto carry arms so freely about him. After awhile, having\\ngleaned all the knowledge of him that my eyes could obtain,\\nI said, in a pleasant tone\\nWell, my friend, you appear to take things rather coolly.\\nOh, yes, sir I orter. I ve been mighty hard put, but I\\nreckon I m good fur a nother pull now.\\nWhere are you from\\nFentress county, nigh onter to Jimtown (Jamestown).\\nI m scoutin it for Burnside runnin boys inter camp but\\nthese fellers wanted ter jine Cunnel Brownlow the old par-\\nson s son down ter Triune. We put plumb fur Nashville,\\nbut hed ter turn norard, case the brush down thar ar thick\\nwith rebs. They d like ter a hed us.\\nOh, then you wear that uniform as a disguise on scout-\\ning expeditions?\\nNo, sir I never hed sech a rig on afore. 1 allers shows\\nthe true flag, an thar haint no risk, case, ye see, the whole\\ndeestrict down thar ar Union folks, an ary one on em would\\nhouse n me ef all Buckner s army wus at my heels. But\\nthis time they run me powerful close, an I hed to show the\\nsecesh rags.\\nAs he said this, he looked down on his clean, unworn suit\\nof coarse gray with ineffable contempt.\\nAnd how could you manage to live with such a hole\\nthere I asked, pointing to the bullet rent in his coat.\\nOh I war n t inside of em just then, though I warrant", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0416.jp2"}, "415": {"fulltext": "SCOUTING IN EAST TENNESSEE.\\n349\\nme he war a likely feller thet war. I ortent ter a done hit\\nbut I hed ter. This war he; and taking from his side\\npocket a small miniature, he handed it to me.\\nIt was a plain circlet of gold, attached to a piece of blue\\nribbon. One side of the rim was slightly clipped, as if it had\\nbeen grazed by the passing ball, and the upper portion of the\\nivory was darkly stained with blood but enough of it was\\nunobscured to show me the features of a young man, with,\\ndark, flowing hair, and a full, frank, manly face. With, a\\nfeeling akin to hcrror I was handing the picture back to the\\nscout, when, in low, stammering tones, he said to me\\nTother side, sir Luk at tother side.\\nI turned it over, and saw the portrait of a young woman,\\nscarcely more than seventeen. She had a clear, transparent\\nskin, regular, oval features, full, swimming, black eyes, and\\nwhat must have been dark, wavy, brown hair, but changed\\nthen to a deep auburn by the red stains that tinged the upper\\npart of the picture. With intense loathing, I turned almost\\nfiercely on the scout, and exclaimed And you killed that\\nman\\nYes, sir, God forgive me I done hit. But I couldn t\\nholp hit. He hed me down he d cut me thar, turning up\\nhis sleeve, and displaying a deep wound on his arm; an\\nthar I removing the bandage, and showing a long gash back\\nof his ear. His arm wus riz ter strike agin in another\\nminhit he d hev cluv my brain. I seed hit, sir, an I fired!\\nGod forgiv me, I fired! I wouldn t a done hit ef I d a\\nknowed thet, and he looked down on the face of the sweet\\nyoung girl, and the moisture came into his eyes: I d hev\\nshot im somewhar but yere somewhar but yere and lay-\\ning his hand over the rent in his coat, he groaned as if he\\nthe wound. With that blood-stained miniature in mv\\ni", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0417.jp2"}, "416": {"fulltext": "350\\nSCOUTING IX EAST TENNESSEE.\\nhand, and listening: to the broken words of that bmorant\\nscout, I realized the horrible barbarity of war.\\nAfter a pause of some minutes, he resumed the conversa-\\ntion.\\nThey killed one on our boys, sir.\\nDid they How was it\\n11 Wal, sir, ye see they b long round the Big Fork, in Scott\\ncounty and bein s /ar down thar, an they know d I war a\\nrunnin recruits over the mountins ter Burnside, they telle 1\\nme they wanted me ter holp em git long with the young\\ncunnel. They d ruthar a notion ter him an he ar a feilei\\nthet haint gro d everywhar sides all the folks down thar\\nswar by the old parson.\\nWell, they ought to, for he s a trump, I remarked, good-\\nhumoredly, to set the native more at his ease.\\nu Ye kin bet high on thet he haint notion else, K he re-\\nplied, leaning forward and regarding me with a pleased,\\nkindly expression. Every un down my way used ter take\\nhis paper; thet an the Bible war all they ever seed, an* thej\\nreckoned one war bout so good as tother. Wall, the boys\\nthort I could git em through an bein s it made no odds\\nto me whar they jined, so long as they did jine, I greed ter\\ndu hit. We put out ten days, yisterday twelve on em, an\\nme an struck plumb for Kashville. We lay close daytimes,\\ncase, though every hous n ar Union, the kentry is swarmin\\nwith Buckner s men, an 1 we know d they d let slide on us jest\\nso soon as they could draw a bead. We got long right\\nsmart till we fotched the Eoaring river, nigh onter Living-\\nston. We d quired, and hedn t heerd uv ary rebs bein\\nround so, foolhardy like, thet evenin we tuk ter the road\\nfore hit war clar dark. We hedn t g^one more n a mile till\\nwe come slap onter bout eighty secesh calvary. We ske-", "height": "3686", "width": "2234", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0418.jp2"}, "417": {"fulltext": "SCOUTING IN EAST TENNESSEE.\\n351\\ndaddled fur the timber, powerful sudden but they war over\\nthe fence an 7 on us fore we got well under cover. Bout\\nthirty on em slid their nags, an come at us in the brush. I\\nseed twarn t no use rurmin so I yelled out: Stand yer\\nground, boys, an sell yer lives jest so high as ye kin Wall,\\nwe went at hit ter close quarters hand ter hand, an fut ter\\nfat an ye d better b lieve thar war some tall fightin thar fur\\nbout ten mmhits. Oar boys fit like fiens that little chunk\\nuv a feller thar, pointing to a slim, pale-faced youth, not\\nmore than seventeen, laid out three on em. I d done up\\ntwo myself, when the cap n come onter me but, I ve telled\\nye bout him and drawing a long breath, he put the minia-\\nture back in his pocket. After a short pause, he continued\\nWhen they seed the cap n war done fur, they fell back a\\npiece them as war left on em ter the edge uv the timber,\\nan hollered fur tuthers ter come on. That guv us time ter\\nload up we d fit arter the fust fire wuth knives an we\\nblazed inter em. Jest as we done hit, I heerd some more\\ncalvary comin up the road, an 1 I war jest tellin the boys\\nwe d hev ter make tracks, when the new fellers sprung the\\nfence, an come plumb at the secesh on a dead run. Thar\\nwarn t only thirty on em, yit the rebs didn t so much as\\nmake a stand, but skedaddled as ef old Rosey himself hed\\nbeen arter em.\\nAnd who were the new comers\\nSome on Tinker Beaty s men. They d heerd the firin\\nnigh two mile off, an come up, suspicionin how things* wus.\\nBut, are there Union bands there? I thought East\\nTennessee was overrun with rebel troops.\\nWall, hit ar but thar s a small chance uv Union gooril-\\nlas in Fentress an Overton county. They hide in the moun-\\nting an light down on the rebs, now an then, like death on a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0419.jp2"}, "418": {"fulltext": "SCOUTING IX EAST TENNESSEE.\\nsick parson. Thar is places in them deestricts thet a hundred\\nmen kin hold agin ten thousand. They know em all, case\\nthey wus raised thar, an they know every bridle path through\\nthe woods, so it s well nigh unpossible ter kotch em. I\\nreckon thar s a hundred on em, all mounted, an bein as they\\nhaint no tents, nor wagins, nor camp fixin s, they git round\\nmighty spry. Thar scouts is allers on the move, an whar-\\never thar s a showm they pounce down on the rebs, cuttin\\nem ter pieces. Thet s the how they git powder an provi-\\nsions. They never trouble peaceable folk, an haint no sort\\no 1 spense ter guvernment but they does a heap uv damage\\nter the secesh.\\nWell, they did you a powerful good turn.\\nThey did thet but we lost one on our boys. He war\\nonly sixteen brother ter thet feller thar, pointing to a\\nyoung man sitting opposite. They hung his father, an\\nnow they s killed him, and he drew a deep sigh.\\nWhy did they hang his father\\nWall, ye see, they kunscripted him he war over age,\\nbut they don t mind thet an he desarted, meaniu ter git\\nter the Union lines. They kotch ed him in the woods, an\\nhung him right up ter a tree.\\nWas only one of your men hurt\\na Yes, two on em wus wounded too bad ter come wuth us.\\nThe calvary toted em off ter the mounting, an I reckon\\nthey ll jine em when they gits round. But we left elevin uv\\nthe rebs dead on the ground.\\nDid your men kill so many? The cavalry had a han 1\\nin that, I suppose?\\nYes, they killed two\u00e2\u0080\u0094 thet s all. They couldn t git txt\\nem, they run so. We done the rest.\\nYou must have fought like tigers. How many were\\nwounded?", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0420.jp2"}, "419": {"fulltext": "SCOUTING IN EAST TENNESSEE.\\n353\\nNary one; what wan t dead the boys finished.\\nYou don t mean to say that your men killed the wounded\\nafter the fight V\\nI reckon they did some four on em.\\nMy friend, that s nothing but murder. I had hoped the\\nrebels did all of that work.\\nWall, they does anuff on hit an I never could bring\\nmy mind ter think it war right or human but I s pose thet s\\ncase I never had a father hung, or a sister ravig d, or a old\\nmother shot down in har bed. Them things, you knows,\\nmakes a difference.\\nu And have any of your men suffered in such ways\\nIn sech ways Thar haint one on em but kin tell you\\nthings ud turn yer blood ter ice. D ye see thet feller thar\\npointing to a thin, sallow faced man, two seats in our rear.\\nISTot two months gone, some twenty rebs come ter his house\\nwhile he war layin out in the woods, an toted his wife as\\nyoung an purty a oman as yer own sisfcer off bout a mile,\\nan thar tuk thar will uv her all on em She made out ter\\ncrawl home, but it killed har. He warn t wuth har when\\nshe died, an hit wus well he warn t, fur he d hev gone clean\\ncrazy ef he hed been. He s mor n half thet now crazy fur\\nblood An kin ye blame him Kin ye spect a man thet s\\nhed sech things done ter him ter show quarter? Taint in\\nnatur ter do hit. All these boys hes hed jest sich, an\\nthings like hit an they go in ter kill or be kilt. They\\ndoan t ax no marcy, an they doan t show none. Nigh twenty\\nthousand on em is in Burnside s an old Kosey s army, an\\nye kin ax them if they doan t fight like devils. The iron\\nhas entered thar souls, sir. They feel they s doin God\\nsarvice an they is when they does fur a secesh. An\\nwhen this war ar over ef it ever ar over thar ll be aech a\\n23", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0421.jp2"}, "420": {"fulltext": "354\\nTHE PICKET GUARD.\\nreckonin wuth the rebs uv East Tennessee as creation nevei\\nknow d on afore. Thar wont be one on em left this side uv\\nhell! This was said with a vehemence that startled me.\\nHis eyes actually blazed, and every line on his seamed face\\nquivered with passion. To change the subject, I asked\\nAnd what did you do after the fight\\nNot knowin what moight happen, we swapped does\\nwith sech uv the rebs as hed gray uns, an put north\\nplumb for the mountins. Nigh onter Meigsville we come\\nonter a Union man, who holped us ter cut some timber an\\nmake a raft fur we lowed the secesh would track us wuth\\nhouns, an ter throw em off the scent we hed ter take ter the\\nwater. We got inter Obey s Fork, an floated down ter the\\nCumberland hidin in the bushes in the daytime, an floatin\\nat night. We got nigh onter Carthage, an knowin the river\\nwan t safe no longer, we left hit an struck cross fur the rail-\\nroad. Thet kentry ar full uv rebs, but hevin the secesh\\ndoes on, we made out ter git nuff ter eat till we got yere.\\nTHE PICKET GUAED.\\nAll quiet along the Potomac, they say,\\nExcept now and then a stray picket\\nIs shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro,\\nBy a rifleman hid in the thicket.\\nTis nothing a private or two, now and then,\\nWill not count in the news of the battle\\nNot an officer lost only one of the men,\\nMoaning out, all alone, the death rattle.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0422.jp2"}, "421": {"fulltext": "THE PICKET GUARD.\\nAll quiet along the Potomac to-night,\\nWhere the soldiers lie peacefull} T dreaming\\nTheir tents, in the rays of the clear autumn moon.\\nOr the light of the watch-fires are gleaming.\\nA tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind\\nThrough the forest leaves softly is creeping\\nWhile stars up above, with their glittering eyes,\\nKeep guard for the army is sleeping.\\nThere s only the sound of the lone sentry s tread\\nAs he tramps from the rock to the fountain,\\nAnd thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed,\\nFar away in the cot on the mountain.\\nHis musket falls slack, his face, dark and grim,\\nGrows gentle with memories tender,\\nAs he mutters a prayer for the children asleep\\nFor their mother, may Heaven defend her\\nThe moon seems to shine just as brightly as then,\\nThat night, when the love yet unspoken\\nLeaped up to his lips, when low, murmured vows\\nWere pledged to be ever unbroken.\\nThen drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes,\\nHe dashes off tears that are welling,\\nAnd gathers his gun closer up to its place,\\nAs if to keep down the heart-swelling.\\nHe passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree\\nThe* footstep is lagging and weary\\nYet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light,\\nToward the shades of the forest so dreary.\\nHark was it the night- wind that rustled the leaves\\nWas it moonlight so wondrously flashing\\nIt looked like a rifle Ha Mary, good-by I\\nAnd the life-blood is ebbing and plashing.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0423.jp2"}, "422": {"fulltext": "356\\nHOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPE\u00c2\u00ae.\\nAll quiet along the Potomac to-night,\\nNo sound save the rush of the river\\nWhile soft falls the dew on the face of the dead,\\nThe picket s off duty forever.\\nHOW THE PKISONEKS ESCAPED\\nFROM THE RICHMOND JAIL INCREDIBLE UNDERGROUND\\nWORK FRIENDSHIP OF VIRGINIA NEGROES.\\nAbout the beginning of the year 1864 the officers confined\\nin Libby prison conceived the idea of effecting their own ex-\\nchange, and after the matter had been seriously discussed by\\nsome seven or eight of them, they undertook to dig for a dis-\\ntance toward a sewer running into a basin. This they pro-\\nposed doing by commencing at a point in the cellar near to\\nthe chimney. This cellar was immediately under the hospital,\\nand was the receptacle for refuse straw, thrown from the beds\\nwhen they were changed, and for other refuse matter.\\nAbove the hospital was a room for officers, and above that\\nyet another room. The chimney ran through all these\\nrooms, and prisoners who were in the secret improvised a\\nrope, and night after night let working parties down, who\\nsuccessfully prosecuted their excavating operations.\\nThe dirt was hid under the straw and other refuse matter\\nin the cellar, and it was trampled down to prevent too great\\na bulk. When the working party had got to a considerable\\ndistance underground, it was found difficult to haul the dirt\\nback by hand, and a spittoon, which had been furnished the\\nofficers in one of the rooms, was made to serve the purpose\\nof a cart. A string was attached to it, and it was run in tb*\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0424.jp2"}, "423": {"fulltext": "HOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPED.\\n357\\ntunnel, and as soon as filled was drawn out and deposited\\nunder the straw. But after hard work, and digging with\\nfinger nails, knives, and chisels, a number of feet, the work\\ning party found themselves stopped by piles driven in the\\nground. These were at least a foot in diameter. But the}\\nwere not discouraged. Penknives, or any other articles that\\nwould cut, were called for, and after chipping, chipping,\\nchipping, for a long time, the piles were severed, and the\\ntunnelers commenced again, after a time reaching the sewer.\\nBut here an nnexpected obstacle met their further pro-\\ngress. The stench from the sewer and the flow of filthy\\nwater was so great that one of the party fainted, and was\\ndragged out more dead than alive, a.nd the project in that\\ndirection had to be abandoned. The failure was communi-\\ncated to a few others beside those who had first thought of\\nescape, and then a party of seventeen, after viewing the\\npremises and surroundings, concluded to tunnel under Carey\\nstreet. On the opposite side of this street from the prison\\nwas a sort of carriage house or outhouse, and the project was\\nto dig under the street, and emerge from under or near the\\nhouse. There was a high fence around it, and the guard was\\noutside of this fence. The prisoners then commenced to dig\\nat the other side of the chimney, and after a few handfuls of\\ndirt had been removed they found themselves stopped by a\\nstone wall, which proved afterward to be three feet thick.\\nThe party were by no means daunted, and with pocket-knives\\nand penknives they commenced operations upon the stone\\nand mortar.\\nAfter nineteen days and nights at hard work they again\\nstruck the earth beyond the wall, and pushed their work for-\\nward. Here, too (after they got some distance under ground),\\nthe friendly spittoon was brought into requisition, and the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0425.jp2"}, "424": {"fulltext": "358\\nHOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPED.\\ndirt was hauled out in small quantities. After digging for\\nsome days the question arose whether they had not reached\\nthe point aimed at; and in order, if possible, to test the\\nmatter, Captain Gallagher, of the second Ohio regiment, pre-\\ntended that he had a box in the carriage house over the way.\\nand desired to search it out. This carriage-house, it is proper\\nto state, was used as a receptacle for boxes and goods sent to\\nthe prisoners from the north, and the recipients were often\\nallowed to go, under guard, across the street to secure their\\nproperty. Captain Gallagher was allowed permission to go\\nthere, and, as he walked across, under guard, he, as well as\\nhe could, paced off the distance, and concluded that the street\\nwas about fifty feet wide.\\nOn the 6th or 7th of February, the working party supposed\\nthey had gone a sufficient distance, and commenced to dig\\nupward. When near the surface, they heard the rebel guards\\ntalking above them, and discovered they were two or three\\nfeet yet outside the fence.\\nThe displacing of a stone made considerable noise, and\\none of the sentinels called to his comrade and asked him\\nwhat the noise meant. The guards, after listening a few\\nminutes, concluded that nothing was wrong, and returned to\\ntheir beats. The hole was stopped up by inserting into the\\ncrevice a pair of old pantaloons, filled with straw, and bol-\\nstering the whole up with boards, which they secured from\\nthe floors, etc., of the prison. The tunnel was then con-\\ntinued some six or seven feet more, and when the working\\nparty supposed they were about ready to emerge to daylight,\\nothers in the prison were informed that there was a way now\\nopen for escape. One hundred and nine of the prisoners\\ndecided to make the attempt to get away. Others refused,\\nfearing the consequences if they were recaptured.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0426.jp2"}, "425": {"fulltext": "HOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPED.\\n359\\nAt half-past eight o clock, on the evening of the 9 th, the\\nprisoners started out, Colonel Kose, of New York, leading\\nthe van. Before starting, the prisoners had divided them-\\nselves into squads of two, three, and four, and each squad\\nwas to take a different route, and after they were out were\\nto push for the Union lines as fast as possible. It was the\\nunderstanding that the working party were to have an hour s\\nstart of the other prisoners, and, consequently, the rope-\\nladder in the cellar was drawn out. Before the expiration\\nof the hour, however, the other prisoners became impatient,\\nand were let down through the chimney successfully into\\nthe cellar.\\nThe aperture was so narrow that but one man could get\\nthrough at a time, and each squad carried with them provi\\nsions in a haversack. At midnight a false alarm was\\ncreated, and the prisoners made considerable noise in their\\nquarters. Providentially, however, the guard suspected\\nnothing wrong, and in a few moments the exodus was again\\ncommenced. Colonel Kendrick and his companions looked\\nwith some trepidation upon the movements of the fugitives,\\nas some of them, exercising but little discretion, moved\\nboldly out of the enclosure into the glare of the gaslight.\\nMany of them were, however, in citizen s dress, and as all\\nthe rebel guards wore the United States uniform, but little\\nsuspicion could be excited, even if the fugitives had been\\naccosted by a guard.\\nBetween one and two o clock the lamps were extinguished\\nin the streets, and then the exit was more safely accom-\\nplished. There were many officers who desired to leave,\\nwho were so weak and feeble that they were dragged through\\nthe tunnel by mere force, and carried to places of security,\\nuntil such time as they would be able to move on their", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0427.jp2"}, "426": {"fulltext": "360\\nHOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPED.\\njourney. At half-past two o clock, Captain Joyce, Colonel\\nKendrick, and Lieutenant Bradford, passed out in the order\\nin which they are named, and as Colonel Kendrick emerged\\nfrom the hole he heard the guards within a few feet of him\\nsing out Post No. 7, half-past two in the morning, and all\\nis well. Lieutenant Bradford was intrusted with the pro-\\nvisions of this squad, and in getting through was obliged to\\nleave his haversack behind him, as he could not get through\\nwith it upon him.\\nOnce out they proceeded up the street, keeping in the\\nshade of the buildings, and passed easwardly through the\\ncity.\\nA description of the route pursued by this party, and of\\nthe tribulation through which they passed, will give some\\nicjea of the rough time they all had of it. Colonel Kendrick\\nhad, before leaving the prison, mapped out his course, and\\nconcluded that the best route to take was the one toward\\nNorfolk or Fortress Monroe, as there were fewer rebel pick-\\nets in that direction. They, therefore, kept the York river\\nrailroad to the left, and moved toward the Chickahominy\\nriver. They passed through Boar Swamp, and crossed the\\nroad leading to Bottom Bridge. Sometimes they waded\\nthrough mud and water almost up to their necks, and kept\\nthe Bottom Bridge road to their left, although at times they\\ncould see and hear the cars travelling over the York river\\nroad.\\nWhile passing through the swamp near the Chickahominy,\\nColonel Kendrick sprained his ankle and fell. Fortunate,\\ntoo, was that fall for him and his party, for while he was\\nlying there one of them chanced to look up, and saw in a\\ndirect line with them a swamp bridge, and in the dim outline\\nthey con Id perceive that parties with muskets were passing", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0428.jp2"}, "427": {"fulltext": "HOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPED.\\n361\\nover the bridge. They, therefore, moved some distance to\\nthe south, and after passing through more of the swamp,\\nreached the Chickahominy about four miles below Bottom\\nBridge. Here now was a difficulty. The river was only\\ntwenty feet wide, but it was very deep, and the refugees\\nwere worn out and fatigued. Chancing, however, to look\\nup, Lieutenant Bradford saw that two trees had fallen on\\neither side of the river, and that their branches were inter\\nlocked. By crawling up one tree, and down the other, the\\nfugitives reached the east bank of the Chickahominy.\\nThey subsequently learned from a friendly negro that,\\nhad they crossed the bridge they had seen, they would\\nassuredly have been recaptured, for Captain Turner, the\\nkeeper of Libby prison, had been out and posted guards\\nthere, and in fact had alarmed the whole country, and got\\nthe people up as a vigilant committee to capture the escaped\\nprisoners.\\nAfter crossing over this natural bridge they laid down on\\nthe ground and slept until sunrise on the morning of the\\n11th, when they continued on their way, keeping eastwardly\\nas near as they could. Up to this time they had had nothing\\nto eat, and were almost famished. About noon of the 11th\\nthey met several negroes, who gave them information as to\\nthe whereabouts of the rebel pickets, and furnished them\\nwith food.\\nActing under the advice of these friendly negroes, they\\nremained quietly in the woods until darkness had set in,\\nwhen they were furnished with a comfortable supper by the\\nnegroes, and after dark proceeded on their way, the negroes\\n(who everywhere showed their friendship to the fugitives)\\nhaving first directed them how to avoid the rebel pickets.\\nThat night they passed a camp of rebels, and could plainly", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0429.jp2"}, "428": {"fulltext": "362\\nHOW THE PRISONERS ESCAPED.\\nsee the smoke and camp fires. But their wearied feet ga-\\\\\u00c2\u00abe\\nout, and they were compelled to stop and rest, having only\\nmarched five miles that day.\\nThey started again at daylight on the 13th, and after\\nmoving awhile through the woods they saw a negro woman\\nworking in a field and called her to them. From her they\\nreceived directions and were told that the rebel pickets had\\nbeen about there looking for the fugitives from Libby. Here\\nthey laid down again, and resumed their journey when dark-\\nness set in, and marched five miles, but halted till the morn-\\ning of the 14th, when the journey was resumed.\\nAt one point they met a negress in a field, and she told\\nthem that her mistress was a secesh woman, and that she had\\na son in the rebel army. The party, however, were exceed-\\ningly hungry, and they determined to secure some food.\\nThis they did by boldly approaching the house, and inform-\\ning the mistress that they were fugitives from Norfolk, who\\nhad been driven out by Butler; and the secesh sympathies\\nof the woman were at once aroused, and she gave them of\\nher substance, and started them on their way,, with directions\\nhow to avoid the Yankee soldiers, who occasionally scouted\\nin that vicinity. This information was exceedingly valuable\\nto the refugees, for by it they discovered the whereabouts\\nof the Federal forces.\\nWhen about fifteen miles from Williamsburg the party\\ncame upon the main road and found the tracks of a large\\nbody of cavaly. A piece of paper found by Captain Jones\\nsatisfied him that they were Union cavalry; but his com-\\npanions were suspicious, and avoided the road and moved\\nforward. At the Burnt Ordinary (about ten miles from\\nWilliamsburg), they awaited the return of the cavalry that\\nhad moved up the road, from behind a fence corner, where", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0430.jp2"}, "429": {"fulltext": "GEN. POPE AND THE ASSISTANT SECRETARY. 363\\nthey were secreted, the fugitives saw the flag of the Thrion,\\nsupported by a squadron of cavalry, which proved to be a\\ndetachment of Colonel s Spear s eleventh Pennsylvania regi-\\nment, sent out for the purpose of picking up escaped prison\\ners. Colonel Kendrick says his feelings at seeing the old\\nflag are indescribable.\\nAt all points along the route the fugitives describe their\\nreception by the negroes as most enthusiastic, and there was\\nno lack of white people who sympathized with them and\\nhelped them on their way.\\nIn their escape the officers were aided by citizens of Rich-\\nmond not foreigners or the poor class only, but by natives\\nand persons of wealth. They know their friends there, but\\nvery properly with old any mention of their names. Of\\nthose who got out of Libby prison there were a number of\\nsick ones, who were cared for by Union people, and will\\neventually reach the Union lines through their aid.\\nGENERAL POPE AND THE ASSISTANT\\nSECRETARY OF WAR.\\nA correspondent of the N Y. Tribune says\\nI heard, while at Pillow, an anecdote of General Pope\u00e2\u0080\u0094 an\\nofficer of ability, but sometimes a very unpleasant man, with\\na pompous and hectoring manner which will bear repetition\\nWhile at his headquarters, the general was approached by a\\nrather small, plain-looking, and entirely unassuming man, in\\ncitizen s attire, with the question Are you General Pope,\\nsir?\\nThat is my name, was the answer, in rather a repelling\\ntone.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0431.jp2"}, "430": {"fulltext": "364 GEN. POPE AND THE ASSISTANT SECRETARY.\\nI would like to see you, then, on a matter of business.\\nCall on my adjutant, sir. He will arrange any business\\nyou may have.\\nBut I wish to have a personal conversation with you.\\nSee my adjutant, in an authoritative voice.\\nBut\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDid I not tell you to see my adjutant Trouble me no\\nmore, sir and Pope was about walking away.\\nMy name is Scott, general, quietly remarked the small,\\nplain man.\\nConfound you What do I care, thundered Pope, in a\\nrising passion, if your name is Scott, or Jones, or Jenkins,\\nor Snooks, for the matter of that See my adjutant, I tell\\nyou, fellow! Leave my presence!\\nI am, continued the quiet man, in his quiet way, the\\nAssistant Secretary of War, and\\nWhat a revolution those simple words made in the gen-\\neral s appearance and manner\\nHis angry, haughty, domineering air was dispelled in a\\nmoment, and a flush of confusion passed over his altered\\nface.\\nI beg your pardon, Mr. Scott, I had no idea whom I was\\naddressing. Pray be seated I shall be happy to grant you\\nan interview at any time.\\nPossibly a very close observer might have seen a faint,\\nhalf contemptuous smile on the Secretary s lips though he\\nsaid nothing, but began to unfold his business without com-\\nment.\\nAfter that unique interview, Pope and the Assistant\\nSecretary were very frequently together, and I venture to\\nsay the latter had no reason subsequently to complaiD of the\\ngeneral s rudeness.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0432.jp2"}, "431": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\n365\\nMY CAPTUKE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\nCaptain W. W. Badger, Inspector-General of Cavalry\\nin the Army of the Shenandoah, thus relates, in the United-\\nStates Service Magazine, the story of his capture by Mosby s\\nguerrillas, and his escape from them:\\nBelle, my favorite mare, neighed impatiently in front of\\nmy tent, just as the bright sunrise of early autumn was gild-\\ning the hill. The morning was cold and brilliant, and the\\nfirst crisp of frost had just sufficiently stiffened the sod to\\nmake a brisk gallop agreeable to both rider and horse.\\nThe bold Shenandoah shook the icy wrinkles from its\\nmorning face, and rolled smoothly away before me into the\\ngorgeous forest of crimson and gold below Front Royal.\\nIt is the day of the regular train, and a thousand army\\nwagons are already rolling away from Sheridan s headquar-\\nters down the famous Valley Pike, to bring food and raiment\\nto a shivering and hungry army. I sprang into the saddle,\\nand Belle, in excellent spirits, evidently thinks she can throw\\ndust in the eyes of Mosby or any other guerrilla who dares\\nfollow her track. It is nine miles to where the train is\\nparked, and before I arrive there the last wagon has passed\\nout of sight, and the picket gate of the army has been closed\\nfor an hour behind it. My orders are imperative to accom-\\npany this train, and military law allows of no discretion.\\nWith a single orderly and my colored servant, Greorge Wash-\\nington, a contraband, commonly called Wash, to constantly\\nremind him of the Christian virtue of cleanliness, I pass out\\ninto the guerrilla-infested country.\\nIt is but an hour s work to overtake the train, and\\nmounted as I am, I feel great contempt for guerrillas, and\\ninwardly defy any of them to catch me, as I give Belle the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0433.jp2"}, "432": {"fulltext": "366\\nMT CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\nrein and dash on at a sweeping gallop till I come in sight of\\nthe train, a mile ahead, winding its way through the little\\nvillage of Newtown, nine miles south of Winchester.\\nMosby be hanged I I said to myself, as I slacken speed\\nand pass leisurely through the town, noticing the pretty\\nwomen, who, for some reason, appear in unusual force at the\\ndoors and windows, and one or two of whom wave their\\nhandkerchiefs in a significant manner, which, however, 1 fail\\nto understand, and ride heedlessly forward. Who would\\nsuppose a pretty woman waving a handkerchief to be a sign\\nof danger\\nEvidently no one but a cynic or a crusty old bachelor, and,\\nas 1 am neither, I failed to interpret the well-meant warning.\\nAs I had nearly passed the town, I overtook a small party,\\nappareDtly of the rear-guard of the train, who were lighting\\ntheir pipes and buying cakes and apples at a small grocery\\non the right of the pike, and who seemed to be in charge of a\\nnon-commissioned officer.\\nGood-morning, sergeant, I said, in answer to his salute.\\nYou had better close up at once. The train is getting well\\nahead, and this is the favorite beat of Mosby.\\nAll right, sir, he replied, with a smile of peculiar intelli-\\ngence, and nodding to his men they mounted at once and\\nclosed in behind me, while, quite to my surprise, I noticed\\nthree more of the party, whom I had not before seen, in front\\nof me.\\nAn instinct of danger at once possessed me. I saw nothing\\nto justify it, but I felt a presence of evil which I could not\\nshake off. The men were in Union blue complete, and wore\\nin their caps the well known Greek cross, which distinguishes\\nthe gallant sixth corps. They were young, intelligent, cleanly,\\nand good looking soldiers, armed with revolvers and Spencer s\\nrepeating carbine.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0434.jp2"}, "433": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT. 367\\nI noticed the absence of sabres, but the presence of the\\nSpencer, which is a comparatively new arm in our service,\\nreassured me, as I thought it impossible for the enemy to be,\\nas yet, possessed of them.\\nWe galloped on merrily, and just as I was ready to laugh at\\nmy own fears, Wash, who had been riding behind me, and\\nhad heard some remark made by the soldiers, brushed up\\nto my side, and whispered through his teeth, chattering with\\nfear, Massa, secesh sure Eun like de debbel 1\\nI turned to look back at these words, and saw six car-\\nbines levelled at me at twenty paces distance and the ser-\\ngeant, who had watched every motion of the negro, came\\nriding toward me with his revolver drawn, and the sharp\\ncommand, Halt surrender\\nWe had reached a low place where the Opequan creek\\ncrosses the pike a mile from Newtown. The train was not a\\nquarter of a mile ahead, but out of sight for the moment over\\nthe next ridge. High stone walls lined the pike on either\\nside, and a narrow bridge across the stream in front of me\\nwas already occupied by the three rascals who had acted as\\nadvance-guard, who now coolly turned round and presented\\ncarbines also from their point of view.\\nI remembered the military maxim, a mounted man should\\nnever surrender until his horse is disabled, and hesitated an\\ninstant, considering what to do, and quite in doubt whether I\\nwas myself, or some other fellow whom I had read of as\\ncaptured and hung by guerrillas but at the repetition of the\\nsharp command, Surrender, with the addition of the polite\\nwords, you d d Yankee son of a b h, aided by the\\nsomewhat disagreeable presence of the revolver immediately\\nin my face, I concluded I was undoubtedly the other fellow\\nand surrendered accordingly.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0435.jp2"}, "434": {"fulltext": "368 MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\nMy sword and revolver were taken at once by the sergeant,\\nwho proved to be Lieutenant C. F. Whiting, of Clark County,\\nVirginia, in disguise, and who remarked, laughing, as he\\ntook them, We closed up, captain, as you directed as this\\nis a favorite beat of Mosby s, I hope our drill was satisfac-\\ntory.\\nu All right, sergeant, I replied. Every dog has his day,\\nand yours happens to come now. You have sneaked upon\\nme in a cowardly way, disguised as a spy, and possibly my\\nturn may come to-morrow.\\nYour turn to be hung, he replied. And then, as we\\nhurried along a wood path down the Opequan, he told me\\nwith great satisfaction, how they had lain in ambush in\\nexpectation of catching some stragglers from our train, and\\nseeing me coming, had reached the little grocery from the\\nwoods behind it, just in time to appear as belonging to our\\nparty that Mosby was three miles back, with a hundred\\nmen, and I should soon have the honor of seeing him in\\nperson.\\nThey were a jolly, good-natured set of fellows, who evi-\\ndently thought they had done a big thing and as I scanned\\nthem more closely, the only distinction in appearance\\nbetween them and our equal soldiers which I could discover,\\nwas that the Greek cross on their caps was embroidered in\\nyellow worsted.\\nI was offered no further indignity or insult, and was\\nallowed to ride my own horse, for the present, though I was\\nquietly informed on the way, that Mosby had threatened to\\nhang the first officer he should catch, in retaliation for his\\nmen who had been hung as guerrillas at Front Eoyal, and\\nthat I would undoubtedly be the unfortunate individual.\\nWith this consoling information I was ushered into the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0436.jp2"}, "435": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTUKE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY. 369\\npresence of the great modern highwayman, John S. Mosby,\\nthen lieutenant-colonel C. S. A.\\nHe stood a little apart from his men, by the side of a\\nsplendid gray horse, with his right hand grasping the bridle-\\nrein, the forearm resting on the pommel of his saddle, his\\nleft arm akimbo, and his right foot thrown across the left\\nankle and resting on its toe. He is a slight, medium-sized\\nman, sharp of feature, quick of sight, lithe of limb, with a\\nbronzed face of the color and tension of whip-cord his hair\\na yellow-brown, with full but light beard, and mustache of\\nthe same. A straight Grecian nose, firm-set expressive\\nmouth, large ears, deep -gray eyes, high forehead, large well-\\nshaped head, and his whole expression denoting hard services,\\nenergy, and love of whiskey.\\nHe wore top-boots, and a civilian s overcoat black, lined\\nwith red and beneath it the complete gray uniform of a Con-\\nfederate lieutenant-colonel, with its two stars on the sides of\\nthe standing collar, and the whole surmounted by the inev-\\nitable slouched hat of the southern race. His men were\\nabout half in blue and half in butternut.\\nHe scarcely noticed me as I approached, but fixed his gaze\\non the noble animal I rode, as evidently the more valuable\\nprize of the two. As I dismounted, he said to his servant\\nDick, take that horse; and I knew the time had come\\nwhen I must part with my beautiful Belle, whom I had rode\\nnearly three years, through many a bloody field and hair s-\\nbreadth escape, and who loved me with an almost human\\nlove. Twice during the last three miles, as I came to a space\\nof open country, had I resolved to dash away and trust to\\nher nimble feet to distance their deadly rifles\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and twice\\nthe sweet faces of home had appeared to scare me back to\\npropriety.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0437.jp2"}, "436": {"fulltext": "370\\nMY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT.\\nAll what wiK a man not endure for the sweet faces of\\nhome Beware of tender ties, you who aspire to deeds of\\ndesperate daring For, although ennobling and inspiring to\\nall that is duty, you will be either more or less than man if\\nthey fail to compel you to prudence wherever there is a\\nchoice of action left. I could not refrain from throwing my\\narms around Belle s neck, and tenderly caressing her for the\\nlast time before she w^s led away.\\nThe lieutenant ventured to protest against Mosby s appro-\\npriating the mare to himself, without an apportionment and\\ndivision of her value, in accordance with the rules of the\\ngang but he was promptly silenced, and ordered to content\\nhimself with his choice of the other two horses he had\\ncaptured which he immediately did by taking both of them.\\nWhile this colloquy was passing, Mosby was quietly examin-\\ning my papers, which had been taken from my pocket on my\\narrival and presently, looking up with a peculiar gleam of\\nsatisfaction on his face, he said\\nOh, Captain B inspector-general of s cavalry\\nGood-morning, captain glad to see you, sir Indeed, there\\nis but one man I would prefer to see this morning to your-\\nself, and that is your commander. Were you present, sir,\\nthe other day, at the hanging of eight of my men as guerrillas\\nat Front Eoyal\\nThis question pierced me like a sword, as I really had\\nbeen present at the terrible scene he mentioned. And\\nalthough I had used my full influence, even to incurring the\\ncharge of timidity, in attempting to save the lives of the\\nwretched men, believing that retaliation would be the only\\nresult, I could not show that fact, and doubted if it would\\navail me aught if I could.\\nI therefore answered him firmly I was present, sir, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0438.jp2"}, "437": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0439.jp2"}, "438": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0440.jp2"}, "439": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2143", "width": "1748", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0441.jp2"}, "440": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0442.jp2"}, "441": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT. 371\\nlike you, have only to regret that it was not the commander,\\ninstead of his unfortunate men.\\nThis answer seemed to please Mosby, for he apparently\\nexpected a denial. He assumed a grim smile, and directed\\nLieutenant Whiting to search me. My gold hunting watch\\nand chain, several rings, a set of shirt studs and buttons,\\nsome coins, a Masonic pin, and about three hundred dollars\\nin greenbacks, with some letters and pictures of the dear\\nores at home, and a small pocket Bible, were taken.\\nA board of officers was assembled to appraise their value,\\nalso that of my clothing, and to determine the ownership of\\neach of the articles the rules of the gang requiring that all\\ncaptures should be thus disposed of, or sold, and their value\\ndistributed proportionately among the captors.\\nMy boots were appraised at six hundred and fifty dollars,\\nin Confederate money my watch at three thousand and the\\nother articles in the same proportion, including my poor old\\nservant Wash, who was put up and raffled for at two thousand\\ndollars. Wash was very indignant that he should be thought\\nworth only two thousand dollars Confederate money, and\\ninformed them that he considered himself quite unappre-\\nciable; and that, among other accomplishments, he could\\nmake the best milk punch of any man in the Confederacy\\nand, if they had the materials, he would like to try a little\\nof it now. This hit at the poverty of their resources raised\\na laugh and Mosby s man, Dick, to show that they had the\\nmaterials, offered Wash a drink which, quite to my sur\\nprise, and doutless to that of his own stomach also, he stub\\nbornly refused. On asking him privately why he refused,\\nhe replied You know, massa, too much freeder breeds\\ndespise\\nWhen all this was concluded, Mosby took me one side,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0443.jp2"}, "442": {"fulltext": "372 MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT.\\nand returned to me the Bible, letters, and pictures, and tLa\\nMasonic pin, saying, quietly, as lie did so, alluding to the\\nlatter with a significant sign\\nYou may as well keep this it may be of use to you\\nsomewhere. Some of my men pay some attention to that\\nsort of thing. Your people greatly err in thinking us merely\\nguerrillas. Every man of mine is a duly enlisted soldier,\\nand detailed to my command from various Confederate regi-\\nments. They are merely picked men, selected from the\\nwhole army for their intelligence and courage. We plunder\\nthe enemy, as the rules of war clearly allow. To the victors\\nbelong the spoils, has been a maxim of war in all ages. I\\ncan hang two for one all the year round, if your men insist\\nupon it but I hope soon to have a better understanding. I\\nyesterday executed eight of your poor fellows on the valley\\npike, your highway of travel, in retaliation for my men\\nhung at Front Eoyal and I have to-day written to General\\nSheridan, informing him of it, and proposing a cessation of\\nsuch horrible work, which every true soldier cannot but\\nabhor. I sincerely hope he will assent to it.\\nI thanked him warmly for his kindness, as I took his\\noffered hand with a grip known all the world over to the\\nbrethren of the mystic tie, and really began to think Mosby\\nalmost a gentleman and a soldier, although he had just\\nrobbed me in the most approved manner of modern high-\\nwaymen.\\nThe sun was now* approaching the meridian, and imme-\\ndiate preparations were made for the long road to Eichmond\\nand the Libby. A guard of fifteen men, in command of\\nLieutenant Whiting, was detailed as our escort and accom-\\npanied by Mosby himself, we started directly across the\\ncountry, regardless of roads, in an easterly direction, toward", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0444.jp2"}, "443": {"fulltext": "M5T CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY. 373\\n*he Shenandoah and the Blue Eidge. We were now in com-\\npany of nine more of our men, who had been taken at dif-\\nferent times, making eleven of our party in all, besides the\\nindignant contraband, Wash, whom it was also thought\\nprudent to send to the rear for safe keeping.\\nI used every effort to gain the acquaintance and confldenc\\nof these men, and by assuming a jolly and reckless manner,\\nI succeeded in drawing them out and satisfying myself that\\nsome of them could be depended on in any emergency. 1\\nhad determined to escape if even half an opportunity should\\npresent itself, and the boys were quick in understanding my\\npurpose, and intimated their readiness to risk their livfes\\nin the attempt.\\nTwo of them in particular George W. McCauley, of\\nAVestern Virginia, commonly known as Mack, and one\\nBrown, of Blaser s scouts afterward proved themselves he-\\nroes of the truest metal.\\nWe journeyed rapidly, making light of our misfortunes,\\nand cracking many a joke with our rebel guard, until we\\nreached Howittsville, on the Shenandoah, nine miles below\\nFront Eoyal, where we bivouacked for the night in an old\\nschool-house, sole relic left of a former civilization. It is\\nan old, unpainted two-story building, with wooden blinds\\nnailed shut, and seems to have been fitted ap by Mosby as a\\nkind of way station, in which to camp with his stranger\\nguests. Many a sad heart, more hopeless and broken than\\nours has doubtless throbbed restless on its naked floors,\\nwith premonitions of the dreary Libby. All of the guard\\nconfirmed Mosby s statement as to the organization of his\\nband and the execution of our men the day previous; and\\nhis letter to Sheridan in regard to it has since been pub-\\nlished, and certainly speaks for itself of the business-like\\nhabits of its author.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0445.jp2"}, "444": {"fulltext": "374\\nMY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\nOur party of eleven were assigned to one side of the lower\\nfloor of the school-house, where we lay down side by side,\\nwith our heads to the wall, and our feet nearly touching the\\nfeet of the guard, who lay in the same manner, opposite to\\nus, with their heads to the other wall, except three who\\nformed a relief guard for the sentry s post at the door.\\nAbove the heads of the guard, along the wall, ran a low\\nschool desk, on which each man of them stood his carbine\\nand laid his revolver before disposing himself to sleep. .A\\nfire before tne door dimly lighted the room, and the scene\\nas they dropped gradually to sleep was warlike in the ex-\\ntreme, and made a Rembrandt picture on my memory which\\nwill never be effaced.\\nI had taken care, on lying down, to place myself between\\nMcCauley and Brown, and at the moment the rebels began to\\nsnore and the sentry to nod over his pipe, we were in earn-\\nest and deep conversation. McCauley proposed to unite\\nour party and make a simultaneous rush for the carbines,\\nand take our chances of stampeding the guard and making\\nour escape but on passing the whisper quietly along our\\nline, only three men were found willing to assent to it. As\\nthe odds were so largely against us, it was useless to urge\\nthe subject.\\nThe intrepid McCauley then proposed to go himself alone\\nin the darkness among the sleeping rebels, and bring over\\nto our party every revolver and every carbine before any\\nalarm should be given, if we would only use the weapons\\nwhen placed in our hands but again timidity prevailed, and\\nI must confess that I myself hesitated before this hardy cou-\\nrage, and refused to peril the brave boy s life in so rash a\\nventure, as a single false step or the least alarm, in favor of\\nwhich the chances were as a thousand to one, would have\\nbeen to him, and probably to all of us, instant death.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0446.jp2"}, "445": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY. 375\\nI forbade the attempt, but could not help clasping the\\nbrave fellow to my heart, and kissing him like a brother\\nfor the noble heroism of which he was evidently made. He\\nwas a fair boy of but eighteen summers, with soft black eyes,\\nand a rosy, round face, as smooth and delicate as a girl s,\\nwith a noble forehead and an unusually* intelligent counte-\\nnance. I had picked him out at first sight as a hero, and\\nevery hour was increasing my admiration of him. He slept\\nin my arms at last, as the long night wore away, till the\\nmorning broke dull and rainy, finding us exhausted and\\nthoroughly wretched and despondent.\\nThe march began at an early hour, and our route ran\\ndirectly up the Blue Eidge. We had emerged from the\\nforest and ascended about one third the height of the moun-\\ntain, when the full valley became visible, spread out like a\\nmap before us, showing plainly the lines of our army, its\\nroutes of supply, its foraging parties out, and my own camp\\nat Front Eoyal, as distinctly as if we stood in one of its\\nstreets. We now struck a wood patn running southward and\\nparallel with the ridge of the mountain, along which we\\ntravelled for hours, with this wonderful panorama of forest\\nand river, mountain and plain, before us in all the gorgeous\\nbeauty of the early autumn.\\nThis is a favorite promenade of mine, said Mosby. I\\nlove to see your people sending out their almost daily raids\\nafter me. There comes one of them now almost toward us.\\nIf you please, we will step behind this point and see them\\npass. It may be the last sight you will have of your old\\nfriends for some time.\\nThe coolness of this speech enraged me, and yet I could\\nnot help admiring the quiet and unostentatious audacity\\nwhich seemed to be the prominent characteristic of its", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0447.jp2"}, "446": {"fulltext": "376\\nMY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\nauthor. I could hardly restrain an impulse to rush upon\\nhim and\\nTry this quarrel hilt to hilt,\\nb it the important fact that I had not a hilt even, while he\\nwore two revolvers, restrained me, and looking in the direc-\\ntion he pointed, I distinctly saw a squadron of my own regi\\nment coming directly toward us on a road running under the\\nfoot of the mountain, and apparently on some foraging expe-\\ndition down the valley. They passed within a half mile of\\nus under the mountain, and Mosby stood with folded arms on\\na rock above them, the very picture of stoical pride and\\ndefiance, or, as Mack whispered\\nLike patience on a monument smiling at grief.\\nWe soon moved on, and before noon reached the road\\nrunning through Manassas Gap, which place we found he d\\nby about one hundred of Mosby s men, who signalled him\\nas he approached and here, much to my regret, the great\\nchieftain left us, bidding me a kindly good-by, and informing\\nme that my last hope of rescue or escape was now gone.\\nWe were hurried on through the gap and down the eastern\\nslope of the mountain, and turning southward, in a few hours\\npassed Chester (rap, finding it also occupied by Mosby s men\\nin force, and we were only able to approach it after exchang-\\ning the proper signals.\\nThis gave me an idea of how Mosby conducts his raids so\\nsuccessfully, by leaving a garrison in each of the gaps behind\\nhim before he ventures far into the valley. These garrisons\\nhe can concentrate at any desired point by signals almost in\\nan hour, and any of them can communicate with him from\\nthe mountain tops to any part of the valley, and either warn\\nhim of danger or direct him where to strike. If pursued, he", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0448.jp2"}, "447": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTUEE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY. 2 7 7\\nhas but to retreat in such a direction as to draw his pursuers\\non to this reserve force, which he concentrates in some strong\\nposition, or in ambush, at his pleasure, and develops with\\nfresh horses just as his pursuers are exhausted with the long\\nchase. He is thus enabled, with about five hundred picked\\nmen, to remain, as he has been for two years past, the terror\\nof the valley.\\nAfter passing Chester Grap, we descended into the valley and\\nmoved toward Sperryville, on the direct line to Eichmond, the\\nlast gate of hope seeming to close behind us as we left the\\nmountains. Our guard is now reduced, as we are far within\\nthe Confederate lines, to Lieutenant Whiting and three men,\\nwell mounted and doubly armed, and our party of eleven\\nprisoners have seven horses to distribute among us as we\\nplease, so that four of us are constantly dismounted. There\\nis also a pack-horse carrying our forage, rations, and some\\nblankets. To the saddle of this pack-horse are strapped two\\nSpencer carbines, muzzle downward, with their accoutre-\\nments complete, including two well filled cartridge boxes.\\n1 called Mack s attention to this fact as soon as the guard\\nwas reduced, and he needed no second hint to comprehend\\nits significance at once. He soon after dismounted, and when\\nit came his turn again to mount, he secured, apparently by\\naccident, the poorest and most broken down horse in the\\nparty, with which he appeared to find it very difficult to\\nkeep up, and which he actually- succeeded in some mysterious\\nway in laming.\\nHe then dropped back to the lieutenant in charge, and\\nmodestly asked to exchange his lame horse for the pack-\\nhorse, and being particularly frank in his address, his request\\nwas at once granted, without a suspicion of its object, or a\\nthought of the fatal carbines on the pack-saddle. I usecl", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0449.jp2"}, "448": {"fulltext": "378 MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT.\\nsome little skill in diverting the attention of the lieutenant\\nwhile the pack was readjusted and as the rain had now\\nbegun to fall freely, no one of the guard was particularly\\nalert.\\nI was presently gratified with the sight of Mack riding\\nahead on the pack-horse, with the two carbines still strapped\\nto the saddle, but loosened and well concealed by his heavy\\nponcho which he had spread as protection from the rain.\\nThese carbines are seven-shooters, and load from the\\nbreech by simply drawing out from the hollow stock a spiral\\nspring and dropping in the seven cartridges, one after the\\nother, and then inserting the spring again behind them,\\nwhich coils as it is pressed home, and by its elasticity forces\\nthe cartridges forward, one at a time, into the barrel, at the\\nsuccessive movements of the lock.\\nI could see the movement of Mack s right arm by the\\nshape into which it threw the poncho and while guiding his\\nhorse with his left, looking the other way and chatting\\nglibly with the other boys, I saw him carefully draw the\\nsprings from those carbines with his right hand and hook\\nthem into the upper button-hole of his coat to support them,\\nwhile he dropped in the cartridges, one after another, trot-\\nting his horse at the time to conceal the noise of their click,\\nand finally forcing down the springs and looking around ar\\nme with a look of the fiercest triumph and heroism I have\\never beheld.\\nI nodded approval, and fearing he would precipitate mat-\\nters, yet knowing that any instant might lead to discovery\\nand be too late, I rode carelessly across the road to Brown,\\nwho was on foot, and dismounting, asked him to tighten my\\ngirth, during which operation I told him as quietly as possi-\\nble the position of affairs, and asked him to get up gradually", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0450.jp2"}, "449": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT. 379\\nby the side of Mack, communicate with him, and at a signal\\nfrom me to seize one of the carbines and do his duty as a\\nsoldier if he valued his liberty.\\nBrown, though a plucky fellow, was of quite a different\\nquality from Mack. He was terribly frightened, and trem-\\nbled like a leaf, yet went immediately to his post, and I did\\nnot doubt would do his duty well.\\n1 rode up again to the side of Lieutenant Whiting, and\\nlike an echo from the past came back to me my words of\\nyesterday, Possibly my turn may come to-morrow. I\\nengaged him in conversation, and among other things spoke\\nof the prospect of sudden death as one always present in our\\narmy life, and the tendency it had to either harden or ameli-\\norate the character according to the quality of the individual.\\nHe expressed the opinion which many hold that a brutal\\nman is made more brutal by it, and a refined and cultivated\\nman is softened and made more refined by it.\\nI scanned the country closely for the chances of escape if\\nwe should succeed in gaining our libert}^ I knew that to fail\\nor to be recaptured would be instant death, and the responsi-\\nbility of risking the lives of the whole party, as well as my\\nown, was oppressing me bitterly. I also had an instinctive\\nhorror of the shedding of blood, as it were, with my own\\nhands, and the sweet faces of home were haunting me again,\\nbut this time, strange to say, urging me on, and apparently\\ncrying aloud for vengeance.\\nWe were on the immediate flank of Early s army. His\\ncavalry was all around us. The road was thickly inhabited.\\nIt was almost night. We had passed a rebel picket but a\\nmile back, and knew not how near another of their camps\\nmight be. The three rebel guards were riding in front of\\nus and on our left flank, our party of prisoners was in the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0451.jp2"}, "450": {"fulltext": "380\\nMY CAFrURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\ncentre, and I was by the side of Lieutenant Whiting, who\\nacted as rear-guard, when we jentered a small copse of willow\\nwhich for a moment covered the road.\\nThe hour was propitious; Mack looked round impatiently;\\nI wove the fatal signal, ISTow s the time, boys, into a story\\nof our charge at Winchester, which I was telling to distract\\nattention, and at the moment of its utterance threw myself\\nupon the lieutenant, grasping him around the arms and drag-\\nging him from his horse, in the hope of securing his revolver,\\ncapturing him, and compelling him to pilot us outside of the\\nrebel line.\\nAt the word, Mack raised one of the loaded carbines, and\\nin less time than I can write it, shot two of the guard in front\\nof him, killing them instantly and then coolly turning in his\\nsaddle, and seeing me struggling in the road with the lieu-\\ntenant, and the chances of obtaining the revolver apparently\\nagainst me, he raised the carbine the third time, and as I\\nstrained the now desperate rebel to my breast, with his livid\\nface over my left shoulder, he shot him as directly between\\nthe eyes as he could have done if firing at a target at ten\\npaces distance. The bullet went crashing through his skull,\\nthe hot blood spirted from his mouth and nostrils into my\\nface, his hold relaxed, and his ghastly corpse fell from my\\narms, leaving an impression of horror and soul-sickness\\nwhich can never be effaced.\\nI turned around in alarm at our now desperate situation,\\nand saw Mack quietly smiling at me, with the remark\\nGolly, cap I could have killed five or six more of them\\nas well as not. This is a bully carbine I think I will take\\nit home with me.\\nBrown had not accomplished so much. He had seized the\\nsecond carbine at the word, and fired at the third guard on", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0452.jp2"}, "451": {"fulltext": "MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBT. 381\\nour flank but his aim was shaky, and he had only wounded\\nhis man in the side, and allowed him to escape to the front,\\nwhere he was now seen half a mile away, at full speed, and\\nfiring his pistols to alarm the country.\\nOur position was now perilous in the extreme not a man\\nof us knew the country, except its most general outlines.\\nThe rebel camps could not be far away; darkness was inter-\\nvening the whole country would be alarmed in an hour\\nand I doubted not that before sundown even bloodhounds\\nwould be on our track. One half of our party had already\\nscattered, panic-stricken, at the first alarm, and, every man\\nfor himself, were scouring the country in every direction.\\nBut five remained, including the faithful Wash, who im-\\nmediately shows his practical qualities by searching the\\nbodies of the slain, and recovering therefrom among, other\\nthings, my gold hunting watch from the person of Lieuten-\\nant Whiting, and over eleven hundred dollars in greenbacks,\\nthe proceeds, doubtless, of their various robberies of our men\\nNot quite nuff, said Wash, showing his ivories from ear\\nto ear. Dey valley dis nigger at two tousand dollars I\\nthink I ought ter git de money.\\nWe instantly mounted the best horses, and, well armed\\nwith carbines and revolvers, struck directly for the mountain\\non our right; but knowing that would be the first place\\nwhere we should be sought for, we soon changed our direc-\\ntion to the south, and rode for hours directly into the enemy s\\ncountry as fast as we could ride, and before complete dark-\\nness intervened, we had -made thirty miles from the place of\\nour escape; and then, turning sharp up the mountain, we\\npushed our exhausted horses as far as they could climb and\\nthen abandoning them, we toiled on, on foot, all night, to the\\nvery summit of the Blue Eidge, whence we could see the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0453.jp2"}, "452": {"fulltext": "382 MY CAPTURE AND ESCAPE FROM MOSBY.\\nrebel camp fires, and view their entire lines and position just\\nas daylight was breaking over the valley.\\nWe broke down twigs from several trees in line to deter-\\nmine the points of compass and the direction of the rebel\\nforces and pickets after it should be light, and then crawled\\ninto a thicket to rest our exhausted frames and await the\\nreturn of friendly darkess in which to continue our flight.\\nThe length of this weary day, and the terrible pangs of\\nhunger and thirst which we suffered on this barren mountain,\\npertain to the more common experience of a soldier s life, and\\nI need not describe them here.\\nNeither will I narrate, in detail, how some of our party\\nwho scattered arrived in camp before us, and how one feeble\\nold man was recaptured and killed, nor our hopeless despair\\nas day after day we saw the mountain alive with rebel scouts\\nsent out for our capture, and at night blazing with their\\npicket fires and how we even ate a poor little dog which\\nhad followed our fortunes to his untimely end, and were think-\\ning seriously of eating the negro Wash, when he, to save\\nhimself from so unsavory a fate, ventured down in the dark-\\nness to a cornfield, and brought us up three ears of corn\\napiece, which we ate voraciously and how we had to go\\nstill farther south and abandon the mountain altogether, to\\navoid the scouts and pickets and how we finally struck the\\nShenandoah, twenty miles to the rear of Early s army, and\\nthere built a raft and floated by night forty miles down that\\nmemorable stream, through his crafty pickets, and thereafter\\npassed for rebel scouts, earnestly looking for Yanks until\\nwe found them, and the glorious old flag once more wel-\\ncomed us to Union and liberty.\\nThese things the writer expects to tell, by the blessing of\\nGod, to the next generation, with his great-gsandchildren\\non his knee.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0454.jp2"}, "453": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.\\n883\\nTHE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.\\nBY GEO. H. BOKER.\\nGive me but two brigades, said Hooker, frowning at fortified\\nLookout,\\nAnd I ll engage to sweep yon mountain clear of that mocking\\nrebel rout\\nAt early morning came an order that set the general s face\\naglow\\nNow, said he to his staff, draw out my soldiers. Grant\\nsays that I may go\\nHither and thither dash d each eager colonel to join his regi-\\nment,\\nWhile a low rumor of the daring purpose ran on from tent to\\ntent\\nFor the long-roll was sounding in the valley, and the keen\\ntrumpet s bray,\\nAnd the wild laughter of the swarthy veterans, who cried We\\nfight to-day\\nThe solid tramp of infantry, the rumble of the great jolting\\ngun,\\nThe sharp, clear order, and the fierce steeds neighing, Why s\\nnot the fight begun V\\nAll these plain harbingers of sudden conflict broke on the\\nstartled ear\\nAnd, last, arose a sound that made your blood leap, the ring-\\ning battle-cheer.\\nThe lower works were carried at one onset. Like a vast roar-\\ning sea\\nOf steel and fii e, our soldiers from the trenches swept but the\\nenemy", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0455.jp2"}, "454": {"fulltext": "384 THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.\\nAnd we could see the gray-coats swarming up from the moun-\\ntain s leafy base,\\nTo join their comrades in the higher fastness, for life or death\\nthe race\\nThen our long line went winding round the mountain, in a\\nhuge serpent track,\\nAnd the slant sun upon it flash d and glimmer d, as on a\\ndragon s back.\\nHigher and higher the column s head push d onward, ere the\\nrear moved a man\\nAnd soon the skirmish-lines their straggling volleys and single\\nshots began.\\nThen the bald head of Lookout flamed and bellow d, and all\\nits batteries woke,\\nAnd down the mountain pour d the bomb-shells, puffing into\\nour eyes their smoke\\nAnd balls and grape-shot rain d upon our column, that bore\\nthe angry shower\\nAs if it were no more than that soft dropping which scarcely\\nstirs a flower.\\nOh, glorious courage that inspires the hero, and runs through\\nall his men\\nThe heart that fail d beside the Rappahannock, it was itself\\nagain\\nThe star that circumstance and jealous faction shrouded in\\nenvious night\\nHere shone with all the splendor of its nature, and with a free\\nlight 1\\nHark hark there goes the well-known crashing volleys, the\\nlong continued roar,\\nThat swells and falls, but never ceases wholly, until the fight\\nis o er.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0456.jp2"}, "455": {"fulltext": "THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN. 385\\nUp toward the crystal gates of heaven ascending, the mortal\\ntempest beat,\\nAs if they sought to try their cause together before God s very\\nfeet!\\nWe saw our troops had gain d a footing almost beneath the\\ntopmost ledge,\\nAnd back and forth the rival lines went surging upon the\\ndizzy edge.\\nSometimes we saw our men fall backward slowly, and groan d\\nin our despair\\nOr cheer d when now and then a stricken rebel plunged out in\\nopen air,\\nDown, down, a thousand empty fathoms droppiug, his God\\nalone knows where\\nAt eve, thick haze upon the mountain gather d, with rising\\nsmoke stain d black,\\nAnd not a glimpse of the contending armies shone through the\\nswirling rack.\\nNight fell o er all but still they flash d their lightnings and\\nroll d their thunders loud,\\nThough no man knew upon what side was going that battle in\\nthe cloud.\\nNight what a night of anxious thought and wonder but\\nstill no tidings came\\nFrom the bare summit of the trembling mountain, still wrapp d\\nin mist and flame.\\nBut toward the sleepless dawn, stillness, more dreadful than the\\nfierce sound of war,\\nSettled o er Nature, as if she stood breathless before the morn\\ning star,\\n25", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0457.jp2"}, "456": {"fulltext": "386 THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN.\\nAs the sun rose, dense clouds of smoky vapor boil d from the\\nvalley s deeps,\\nDragging their torn and ragged edges slowly up through the\\ntree-clad steeps,\\nAnd rose and rose, till Lookout, like a vision, above us grandly\\nstood,\\nAnd over his black crags and storm-blanch d headlands burst\\nthe warm, golden flood.\\nThousands of eyes were fix d upon the mountain, and thousands\\nheld their breath,\\nAnd the vast army, in the valley watching, seem d touched\\nwith sudden death.\\nHigh o er us soar d great Lookout, robed in purple, a glory on\\nhis face,\\nA human meaning in his hard, calm features, beneath that\\nheavenly grace.\\nOut on a crag walk d something, What an eagle, that treads\\nyon giddy height\\nSurely no man But still he clamber d forward into the full,\\nrich light\\nThen up he started, with a sudden motion, and from the blazing\\ncrag\\nFlung to the morning breeze and sunny radiance the dear old\\nstarry flag\\nAh then what follow d Scarr d and war-worn soldiers, like\\ngirls, flush d through their tan,\\nAnd down the thousand wrinkles of the battles a thousand\\ntear-drops ran\\nMen seized each other in return d embraces, and soobed for\\nvery love\\nA spirit which made all that moment brothers seem d falling\\nfrom above.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0458.jp2"}, "457": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET SERVICE.\\n387\\nAnd as we gazed, around the mountain s summit our glittering\\nfiles appear d\\nInto the rebel works we saw them marching; and we, we\\ncheer d, we cheer d\\nAnd they above waved all their flags before us, and join d our\\nfrantic shout,\\nStanding, like demigods, in light and triumph, upon their own\\nLookout\\nTHE SECEET SERVICE.\\nGeneral Orde-rs, No.\\nCaptain Cartes, th Indiana volunteers, is hereby re-\\nlieved of his command indefinitely, and will report at these\\nheadquarters immediately.\\nBy order of Major-General Eosecrans.\\nLieut.-Col. C. Goddard, A. A. G.\\n(Current Series.)\\nThe above order was read upon dress parade to the gallant\\nold th, in January, 1863. The cotton fields and cedar\\nthickets of Stone river were as yet scarcely dry from the\\nloyal blood which had there been given up to freedom s cause.\\nThe regiment was struck dumb, so to speak, and the captain\\nmost of all. What could such an order mean Surely, none\\ndeserved censure less than Captain Carter. He was the idol\\nof the regiment a perfect specimen of manly strength bold\\nand fearless in battle, perfect master of the sword and\\ngloves, kind and gentle-hearted, always found upon the\\nside of the weak. He had been frequently spoken of by his\\nsuperiors for his gallantry. These thoughts passed through\\nthe minds of some after this order was read, but none could", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0459.jp2"}, "458": {"fulltext": "388\\nTHE SECRET SERVICE.\\ngive a sufficient reason why he should be thus relieved; fc r,\\nsaid they, does not the order imply disgrace? But these\\nmutter in gs were not heard at headquarters, and were of no\\navail. The captain retired to his tent, relieved himself of\\nhis accoutrements, called his servant, Tom, and set out for\\nheadquarters, with none but his sable companion.\\nGeneral Eosecrans was quartered in Judge Eeady s house,\\nand had a private suite of rooms on the second floor, with\\nwindows opening upon a veranda. He was sitting before a\\nbright fire on the evening our story opens, in undress uni-\\nform, with nothing but the buttons to betoken rank. An\\norderly entered and announced Captain Carter. The general\\narose quickly, and advanced to meet him, with that easy,\\nsmiling look, that put the captain s fears at rest. The gene-\\nral took him by the hand, while his countenance assumed a\\nmore thoughful look, or rather settled in repose, and said\\nThis is Captain Carter, of the th Indiana\\nIt is, sir, replied the captain.\\nYou received a peremptory order this evening to report\\nforthwith.\\nI did, sir, and have done so.\\nYes, yes take a seat, captain. I am in want of a man\\nof some experience, captain, who has not only a hand to do\\nand a heart to dare, but also has judgment to guide and\\ndirect both. General Thomas, after quietly looking through\\nhis command, has fixed on you; and I have such confidence\\nin the grizzled old hero that I have summoned you here\\nfor secret service. Are you willing to undertake it, with\\nall its risks\\nAny thingj general, for our country s good.\\nYery well, sir you will remain here to-night. Any of\\nyour effects you may need, send for by the orderly at the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0460.jp2"}, "459": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET SERVICE.\\n389\\ndoor. During the night I will inform yon what your duties\\nwill be.\\nGeneral Bragg s headquarters were at Tullahoma. The\\ntwo armies were lying in a semi-circle, the rebel right resting\\non the Cumberland at Hartsville, above Nashville, their left\\nresting at the shoals below.\\nGeneral Yan Dorn commanded the left, with headquarters\\nat Spring Hill. Our right rested at Franklin, which is\\nnearly on a direct line between Spring Hill and Nashville.\\nThis much by way of explanation.\\nOne morning, in February, 1863, two persons were making\\ntheir way on horseback from Shelbyville to Spring Hill.\\nThe first of these was dressed in Quaker garb, and bestrode\\na light- built, dapple-bay stallion, whose small, sinewy limbs,\\nbroad chest, and open nostrils betokened both speed and\\nbottom. Horse and rider were ill-matched, but seemed to\\nhave a perfect understanding.\\nThe other person was a negro, dressed like his master,\\nbroad brim, white neck-tie, and all, mounted on a stout\\nroadster. They were fast approaching a vidette post; were\\nshortly halted by a cavalryman; they drew rein and dis-\\nmounted.\\nIs thee a man of war asked the Quaker.\\nDon t know; reckon tho I mought be. But what s\\nyour business, Quaker?\\nDoes thee know a Mr. Yan Dorn about here?\\nWell, I reckon I does but he ll mister ye if you call\\nhim that.\\nH Well, I have business with him, and I desire admittance\\nhXo thy camps.\\nAll right, old fellow wait till I call the corporal.\\nGeneral Yan Dorn was examining some maps and charts.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0461.jp2"}, "460": {"fulltext": "390\\nTHE SECRET SERVICE.\\nwhen an orderly entered and announced that a Quaker\\ndesired to see him.\\nAdmit him, said the general.\\nIs thee Mr. Yan Dorn, whom carnal men call general\\nWhat is your business with me, sir? asked the general,\\nwithout answering the question.\\nI am sent, friend Yan Dorn, by my society, to administer\\ncomforts and consolation to these men of war, and would ask\\npermission to bring such things as they may need or my\\nmeans may supply.\\nHave you any recommendations\\nYes, verily; and the Quaker produced a bundle of\\npapers, and commenced assorting them out. Here is one\\nfrom friend Quackenbush, and here\\nNever mind, said the general, while the corner of his\\nmouth commenced to jerk here, Mr.\\nThurston, suggested the Quaker.\\nMr. Thurston, here is a pass through the lines at will for\\nsuch articles as you may see proper to bring. This is all, sir?\\nMay I ask, friend, how far it is to those ungodly men\\nwho are persecuting our people with fire and sword, whom\\nthe carnal men call the Yankees\\nYes, sir. About fourteen miles. See that you give\\nthem a w r ide berth, for they have a curious way of burning\\nmen of your persuasion.\\nYes, verily will I and with this the Quaker retired.\\nQueer character, that, remarked the general to himself;\\ntl but it takes all kinds to make a world.\\nThe Quaker passed out among the camps, meeting a smile\\nhere, and a rough jest there but they seemed not to ruffle\\nthe placidity of his countenance, though the negro s eyes\\nflashed, who followed a few steps in the rear. The Quaker", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0462.jp2"}, "461": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET SERVICE.\\n391\\nseemed to have a good supply of tracts and religious papers,\\nwhich he scattered freely, with a word of gentle admonition\\nto the card-players, and a hint of the world to come to all.\\nHe was particular in his inquiries for the sick, and even\\nvisited all the forts and fortifications, and made particular\\ninquiries in and about them for the sick, writing a letter for\\none, furnishing a stamp to another so that at the close of\\nthe day he had visited all, and made a memorandum of what\\nwas needed, and was preparing to leave camp when a lieuten-\\nant accosted him with, I say, stranger, haven t we met\\nbefore?\\nKay, verily, replied the Quaker, I go not about where\\ncarnal men do battle.\\nu No Well, I must have seen you at some place, but I\\ndon t recollect where. Likely I m mistaken.\\nYery like, friend good day to you.\\nMassa, did ye see dat debbil s eyes brighten up toward\\nde last Tells ye, sure, we d better be trablin\\nYes, Sam, I saw it, and my recollection is better tLaD\\nhis, for I took him prisoner at Stone river, though he escaped\\nsoon after. We will pass out as soon as possible.\\nNot long after, the Quaker and his colored companion\\nwere galloping over the smooth pike. As they approached\\na house, they slackened their speed, but when out of sight,\\nthey again increased it. Thus they pushed on till after dark,\\nwhen they came to a by-road, into which they rode some\\nmiles, and finally drew rein at a little log-cabin, to which,\\nafter reconnoitering a little, the negro advanced, and knocked,\\nand a voice from the inside bade him enter, which he did,\\nfollowed by his master.\\nThat night a dispatch went to General Bragg, which read\\nLook out for a Quaker, followed by a nigger. He is a\\nspy. Arrest him. General Yan Dorn.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0463.jp2"}, "462": {"fulltext": "392\\nTHE SECRET SERVICE\\nThe next day a negro rode into Murfreesboro and passed\\non to General Eosecrans headquarters, and presenting a pass,\\nwas admitted to his private apartments, and handed the\\ngeneral a paper which read: 2 overcoats and 6 hats, 37\\nshirts, 3200 tracts, 2000 for the unconverted at Spring Hill.\\nGeneral Eosecrans was eagerly looking over the documen\\nwhen General Thomas was announced. The latter was cor-\\ndially met by General Eosecrans, who immediately handed\\nhim the paper he had just received.\\nThis is all cipher to me, general, said General Thomas.\\nI suppose so, said the former, who had been writing.\\nWell, here is something more intelligible Two forts of\\nsix guns each; thirty-seven additional guns; three thousand\\ntwo hundred troops, two thousand of which are cavalry, at\\nSpring Hill.\\nHumph Some of Captain Carter s ingenuity, said\\nGeneral Thomas.\\nYes, he is doing his work nobly, so far. I only hope no\\nharm may come to him.\\nWell, general, said Thomas, Colonel B of the\\nth Indiana, was asking me to-day why the captain was\\nrelieved of his command of course I knew nothing about it.\\nThat was right, said Eosecrans; the effectiveness of the\\nsecret service would be greatly impaired by having the\\nnames of those engaged in it made known. I enjoined the\\nutmost secrecy upon the captain, and kept him here that\\nnight that he might not be questioned too closely by his\\ncomrades. We will hear from him by ten o clock to-morrow.\\nWhere do you reside asked General Bragg.\\nI live near Brandyville, general, and came down to see\\nif something can t be done to keep these infernal Yankees\\nfrom our section. They were down there yesterday, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0464.jp2"}, "463": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET SERVICE. 393\\ntook off over two thousand bushels of corn, and nearly all\\nthe wheat in the country.\\nThe speaker was a middle-aged man of rather good fea-\\ntures, but his countenance betokened the too free use of\\nConfederate whiskey.\\nWhat did you say your name was, colonel\\nAshcroft, sir.\\nYes, yes, I have heard of your family. You have done\\nnobly for our cause, from report.\\nWe have tried to do our duty, general, and what little I\\nhave left you are welcome to, but I don t want the Yankees\\nto get it. I sent down, by General Wheeler s command, the\\nother day, a hundred bushels of wheat as a gift.\\nI wish we had more like you, said Bragg. Let me fill\\nyour glass again, colonel. I wish I had something better to\\noffer you.\\nPermit me, general, to send my portmanteau for a bottle\\nof wine.\\nYes, sah.\\nEare vintage, this, general. It s one of a lot I got north\\nbefore the war.\\nExcellent, says Bragg. I would like to have a supply.\\nBy the way, colonel, did you see any thing of a Quaker-like\\npersonage on the road this morning\\nBiding a bay horse, with a nigger following\\nThe same.\\nWhy, yes. He came to my plantation last night. 1\\ninsisted on his staying all night, but he was in a hurry, and\\ncould not stop.\\nHe was a Yankee spy, said Bragg.\\nThe devil and to think I gave the rascal his supper\\nWell, well, never mind colonel we ll pick him up yet", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0465.jp2"}, "464": {"fulltext": "i\\n394 THE SECRET SERVICE.\\nI m going to make a feint on the enemy s flanks to-morrow\\nwith my cavalry, and we ll probably get him. He has in-\\nformation that would be valuable to the enemy. I look for\\na couple of officers back in a few days, that I sent up to\\nFranklin to find out the enemy s strength. If they bring\\nme a correct report, I ll match Kosecrans, with all his low\\ncunning. Besides this, colonel, I m looking for some Georgia\\nand Alabama troops up shortly, and if the cowardly Dutch-\\nman don t run, I ll make another Stone Eiver for him.\\nGood for you, general. Don t leave even one of the\\ncussed mudsills on our soil. But it is getting late, and I\\nmust try and get some supplies before I go back. Will you\\naccommodate me with a pass\\nCertainly, and here is a bill of protection for your person\\nand property. No thanks good day to you.\\nGolly, Massa Cap n, you s bin talkin to de ole debbil\\nhissef.\\nHush! not so loud, Tom. I ve got one more to visit\\nand then we ll be off, and take a straight shoot up Hoover s\\nGap.\\nCap n, cap n! dey s a regiment ob dese dirty rebels just\\nstarted up de Manchester road, dat s going up from Hoober s\\nGap, for I heard de kernel say so\\nAll right, Tom we ll take the Shelbyville road, and run\\nthe risk of meeting Yan Dorn. Go out through the abatis,\\nthe same way we came in with the horses, and I ll meet you\\nin half an hour by that old house.\\nMissus, dey s a gentleman dat got a frow off his horse out\\nhere, and would like to stop awhile wid ye, if ye please,\\nmissus.\\nVery well; I ll send a boy out to help him in. Are you\\nmuch hurt, sir", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0466.jp2"}, "465": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET SERVICE.\\n395\\nu No, madam, I think not my horse got frightened at some\\nobject in the road, and threw me heavily on my right shoul-\\nder. A night s rest, madam, will enable me to pursue my\\njourney, I think.\\nOur hero found, upon examination, that there were no\\nbones broken, and yet the bruise was severe enough to make\\nhim covet a night s rest, in preference to passing it on the\\nsaddle. So, without more ado, he submitted to his hostess s\\ndesire to bathe the bruised shoulder, and prepare him a com-\\nfortable bed by the fire.\\nDuring the night he was awakened by the loud clatter of\\nhorses hoofs, followed immediately by a loud hilloa.\\nDuring the conversation which occurred outside, he heard\\nthe name of Yan Dorn mentioned, and the thought that they\\nmight meet was any thing but comfortable to him just at\\nthat time; but he resolved to trust to luck, and if that failed,\\nhe would try what virtue there was in right angles, hori-\\nzontals, etc. Presently the door opened, and an officer\\nentered, dressed in the height of Confederate style, gilt\\nbuttons, gold lace, and all, a glance at which showed that\\nhe bore the rank of lieutenant-general. The conversation\\nthat ensued informed our hero that he had the honor of\\noccupying the same room with General Hardee. He had as\\nyet feigned sleep. He heard the general ask the lady if she\\nknew who he was, and her reply was, that she did not. Then\\nfollowed the story of his getting thrown, and so on. He was\\nanxious to establish his reputation with the general as a\\nsound secesh, and a little ruse occurred to him, which he re-\\nsolved to practise even to the extent of making himself\\nridiculous, suddenly bawling out, as if asleep,\\nKun, Tom; the infernal Yankees are coming; put all\\nthe horses in the back pasture take away every nigger with\\nyou.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0467.jp2"}, "466": {"fulltext": "396\\nTHE SECRET SERVICE.\\nHa ha! laughed the general, he s all right. I ll bet\\non, him. Bat you see, madam, there is a spy in our lines\\nthat we are anxious to catch, and he has, so far eluded us,\\nand if we meet a stranger, we are anxious to find out\\nhis standing. I m satisfied with this one, for a man will tell\\nthe truth when he s asleep.\\nYour supper s ready, sah.\\nAnd I m ready for it, replied the general, and left the\\nroom.\\nOui hero moved, grunted, and finally turned over, and\\nfound his hostess still in the room, and behind her he saw\\nTom making motions for him to come out.\\nThe lady asked if he felt comfortable, had he slept well, etc.,\\nto all of which he replied in the affirmative upon which\\nshe left the room, and he followed soon after, and found Tcro\\nwaiting for him.\\nMassa, dese debbils has sprised us, and we d better be a\\nleabin. I s got a nigh shoot from de niggahs, dat we can\\ncut across to Manchester and up fru de gap from heah.\\nAll right, Tom where s the horses\\nI se got um, massa, out below here.\\nHere s for them, then, Tom come on quickly.\\nIt is needless to follow them further suffice it to say they\\nreached our lines the following evening, and reported to\\nGeneral Eosecrans.\\nThe following order explains itself\\nSpecial Field Okdeb, No.\\nCapt. Carter th Ind. Yols.) is hereby ordered to return to\\nhis command, and is recommended for promotion. By order\\nW. S. Eosecrans. Major- Gen.\\nLieut- Col. C. Goddard, A. A. G.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0468.jp2"}, "467": {"fulltext": "YOUNG HART, THE GUIDE.\\n397\\nYOUNG HAET, THE GUIDE.\\nEich Mountain is famous as the scene where the first\\ndecisive battle was fought in West Virginia between General\\nMcClellan and General Garnett.\\nEich Mountain Eange, as it is sometimes called, is in Ean-\\ndolph county, sixty miles from Glenville, one hundred miles\\nfrom Parkersburg, and twelve miles from Beverly, the\\n:ounty seat of Eandolph county. It is long, narrow, and\\nnigh and, except the summit, whereon is Mr. Hart s farm,\\nit is covered with timber densely, save a narrow strip on one\\nside, which is thickly covered with laurel. The Parkersburg\\nand Staunton pike winds round the mountain, and passes, by\\nthe heads of ravines, directly over its top. The soil is black\\nand rich, differing from that of all adjacent mountains and\\nit is from this circumstance that its name is derived.\\nThe topographical formation of the mountain-top is admi-\\nrably adapted for the erection of strong military defences\\nand on this account General Garnett had selected it as a\\nstronghold for his army. He had erected formidable fortifi-\\ncations, rendering an attack fatal to the assailing party, on\\nihe road leading up the mountain, which was deemed the only\\nroute by which the enemy could possibly reach his position.\\nGeneral McClellan was advancing with an army of five thou-\\nsand men from Clarksburg, on the Parkersburg and Staunton\\nturnpike, intending to attack Garnett early in the morning\\nwhere his works crossed the road, not deeming any other\\nroute up the mountain practicable. Had he carried his plan\\ninto execution, subsequent examination showed that no\\nearthly power could have saved him and his army from cer-\\ntain defeat. The mountain was steep in front of the fortifi-\\ncations reconnoissance, except in force, was impossible and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0469.jp2"}, "468": {"fulltext": "398\\nYOUNG HART, THE GUIDE.\\nMcCIellan nad determined to risk a battle directly on the\\nroad, where Garnett, without McClellan s knowledge, had\\nrendered his defences impervious to any power that man\\ncould bring against him.\\nMr. Hart, whose farm is on the mountain, was a Union\\nman, knew the ground occupied by Garnett, and had care-\\nfully examined his fortifications on the road coming up the\\nmountain. Hearing that McClellan was advancing, and fear-\\ning that he might attempt to scale the works at the road, he\\nsent his little son, Joseph Hart, in the night, to meet\\nMcClellan and inform him of the situation of affairs on the\\nmountain. Joseph, being but a boy, got through the rebel\\nlines without difficulty, and travelling the rest of the night\\nand part of the following day, reached the advanced guard\\nof the Union army, informed them of the object of his\\ncoming, and was taken under guard to the general s quarters.\\nYoung as he was, the Federal commander looked upon him\\nwith suspicion. He questioned him closely. Joseph related\\nin simple language all his father had told him of Garnett s\\nposition, the number of his force, the character of his works,\\nand the impossibility of successfully attacking him on the\\nmountain in the direction he proposed. The general listened\\nattentively to his simple story, occasionally interrupting him\\nwith, Tell the truth, my boy. At each interruption Jo-\\nseph earnestly but quietly would reply, I am telling yc u\\nthe truth, general. But, says the latter, do you know,\\nif you are not, you will be shot as a spy I am willing\\nto be shot if all I say is not true, gently responded Joseph.\\nWell, says the general, after being satisfied of the entire\\nhonesty of his little visitor, if I cannot go up the mountain\\nby the road, in what way am I to go up Joseph, who\\nnow saw that he was believed, from the manner of his in-", "height": "3662", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0470.jp2"}, "469": {"fulltext": "YOUNG HART, THE GUIDE.\\n399\\nuerrugator, said there was a way up the oil er side, leaving\\nthe turnpike just at the foot, and going round the base to\\nwhere the laurel was. There was no road there, and the\\nmountain was very steep but he had been up there there\\nwere but few trees standing, and none fallen down to be in\\nthe way. The laurel was very thick up the side of the\\nmountain, and the top matted together so closely that a man\\ncould walk on the tops. The last statement of Joseph once\\nmore awakened a slight suspicion of General McClellan, who\\nsaid sharply, Do you say men can walk on the tops of the\\nlaurel? Yes, sir, said Joseph. Do you think my army\\ncan go up the mountain, over the tops of the laurel !No,\\nsir, promptly answered Joseph but I have done so, and\\na man might if he would walk slowly and had nothing to\\ncarry. But, my boy, don t you see, I have a great many\\nmen, and horses, and cannon to take up, and how do you\\nthink we could get up over that laurel The trees are\\nsmall they are so small you can cat them down, without\\nmaking any noise, with knives and hatchets and they will\\nnot know on the top of the mountain what you are doing or\\nwhen you are coming, promptly and respectfully answered\\nJoseph, who was now really to be the leader of the little\\narmy that was to decide the political destiny of West Vir-\\nginia.\\nThe Federal commander was satisfied with this and, al-\\nthough he had marched all day, and intended that night to\\ntake the easy way up the mountain by the road, he immedi-\\nately changed his plan of attack, and suddenly the army of\\nthe Union was moving away in the direction pointed out by\\nJoseph Hart. When they came to the foot of the mountain,\\nthey left the smooth and easy track of the turnpike, and with\\ndifficulty wound round the broad base of the mountain", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0471.jp2"}, "470": {"fulltext": "400\\nYOUNG HART 5 THE OUIDE.\\nthrough ravines and ugly gorges, to the point indicated 1 y\\nthe little guide. Here the army halted. McClellan and some\\nof his staff, with J oseph, proceeded to examine the nature of\\nthe ground, and the superincumbent laurel covering the\\nmountain from its base to its summit. All was precisely as\\nJoseph had described it in the chief s tent on the Staunton\\npike and the quick eye of the hero of Kich Mountain saw\\nat a glance the feasibility of the attack. It was past mid\\nnight when the army reached the foot of the mountain.\\nThough floating clouds hid the stars, the night was not en-\\ntirely dark, and more than a thousand knives and hatchets\\nwere soon busy clearing away the marvellous laurel. Silence\\nreigned throughout the lines, save the sharp click of the\\nsmall blades and the rustle of the falling laurel. Before day-\\nbreak the narrow and precipitous way was cleared, and the\\nwork of ascending commenced. The horses were tied at the\\nfoot of the mountain. The artillery horses were taken from\\nthe carriages. One by one the cannon were taken up the\\nrough and steep side of the mountain by hand, and left within\\na short distance of the top, in such a situation as to be readily\\nmoved forward when the moment of attack should arrive.\\nThe main army then commenced the march up by companies,\\nmany falling down, but suddenly recovering their places.\\nThe ascent was a slow and tedious one. The way was wind-\\ning and a full mile. But before daybreak all was ready, and\\nthe Yankee cannon were booming upon and over the enemy s\\nworks, nearly in his rear, at an unexpected moment, and\\nfrom an entirely unexpected quarter. They were thunder\\nstruck, as well as struck by shell and canister. They did the\\nbest they could by a feeble resistance, and fled precipitately\\ndown the mountain, pursued by the Federals to Cheat river,\\nwhere the brave Garnett was killed. Two hundred fell on", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0472.jp2"}, "471": {"fulltext": "HURRAH FOR THE GUNSPIKER.\\n401\\nthe mountain, and are buried by the side of the turnpike, with\\nno other sign of the field of interment than a long indentation\\nmade by the sinking down of the earth in the line where the\\nbodies lie.\\nHURRAH FOR THE GUNSPIKER.\\nColonel Roberts, of the forty-second Illinois, rendered\\nhimself conspicuous for his bravery at Island No. 10, (where\\nhe so gloriously spiked the battery), and at Farmington ser\\nvices so distinguished, that, in the subsequent battle in which\\nhe engaged, he acted as brigadier-general. His regiment was\\nalso noted for its coolness and bravery. When ordered to\\nfall back, they did so under a terrible crossfire of grape and\\nshell, with all the regularity of a parade. Halting occasion-\\nally and facing about, they would check the onward rush of\\nthe enemy, and then quietly resume their retreat. Their\\ncoolness was so conspicuous, that General Palmer, struck with\\nadmiration, galloped along their lines, hat in hand, shouting\\nBrave forty-second, I wish I could be the father of every\\none of you I Colonel Roberts exposed himself constantly,\\nwith perfect sang froicl, to the hottest fire of the enemy, and\\nwhen the last regiment, the forty-second, passed through the\\ngap, he in person commanded the rear-guard. Several times\\nduring the fight, as the colonel rode along the lines, the boys\\nceased from their labors to hurrah for the gunspiker I\\n26", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0473.jp2"}, "472": {"fulltext": "402\\nCOLONEL DE VILLIERS ESCAPE.\\nCOL. DE VILLIERS ESCAPE.\\nThe experiences of Col. De Villiers, of the eleventh Ohio\\nregiment, who was captured with others, in Western Vir-\\nginia, in 1861, and conveyed to Kichmond, and who after-\\nward made his escape, are thus detailed\\nArrived at Richmond, they were taken to a tobacco\\nwarehouse, where they found forty other prisoners. In the\\nroom there was neither table nor bed. They were kept\\nwithout food; no breakfast given them the next morning\\nafter their arrival- -and when, finally, a little bread was\\nbrought them, it was thrown upon the floor as to a dog and\\nthe quantity so small, that every man must make double-\\n-quick in grabbing it, or he got none, and was compelled to\\nbeg from the others. But there were rich officers, who could\\nhuy something to eat for if the rebels did not love the\\nnortherners, they loved their gold. But, to shorten, he got\\nthe brain fever in prison, and was removed to the hospital\\nand here the colonel took occasion to affirm, that the kind-\\nness which had been spoken of, as practised by the physi-\\ncians, was not from rebels, but from our own surgeons.\\nBeing by profession a physician, Col. De V., when he had\\nsufficiently recovered, was asked by the hospital doctor to\\nassist, which he consented to do and he was thus permitted\\nto enjoy more liberty. By good fortune, one day the com-\\nmanding general gave the physicians liberty to go into the\\ncity several times. They wore, as a distinguished body, a\\nred ribbon, or badge, fixed in their button-hole. When he\\nencountered the sentinel, he was challenged, and forbidden to\\npass on the ground of being a prisoner the order of the\\ngeneral did not include him. Now, as they called him a\\nFrench Yankee, l e thought he would play them a Yankee", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0474.jp2"}, "473": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0475.jp2"}, "474": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0476.jp2"}, "475": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2275", "width": "1770", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0477.jp2"}, "476": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0478.jp2"}, "477": {"fulltext": "COLONEL DE VILLIERS ESCAPE.\\n403\\ncrick so he wrote a note stating that he was included. When\\nhe returned to the hospital, the rebel physician said he had\\nbeen practising deceit, and must consequently go back among\\nthe prisoners. He was again incarcerated and put in irons.\\nHe soon made up his mind, however, to escape from there, or\\ndie. He was asked to take an oath by the rebels but, said\\nbe, I have taken an oath as a naturalized citizen of the\\nUnited States, and I will never take another to conflict with\\nit. He had been tempted by the offer of position, but he\\nabhorred the enemies of this Union, and could never forget\\nthat he came here for liberty s sake. He told Col. Wood-\\nruff of his determination to escape, for his time had come.\\nCol. W. wished him well, and hoped that he would escape.\\nHe set about it, and devised a lie, and stole for which he\\nfelt assured he would be forgiven. He stole the coat and hat\\nof a secession officer, and in that garb passed the guard.\\nCol. De Villiers, while brigade inspector at Camp Den-\\nnison, Ohio, learned a lesson from the soldiers who wanted\\nto go to Cincinnati. They were in the habit of lying in the\\nbushes to hear the countersign, and having obtained it,\\npassed the guard. Without the countersign he could not\\nget out of the gate, even with his full uniform. So he lay\\nfor about two hours behind- the guard-house (in the night, as\\nshould have been stated), until he was happy by hearirg it.\\nThe guard called, at his approach, Who comes there A\\nfriend, with the countersign. He passed the guard, the gate\\nwas opened, and he was once more free. He made his way to\\nManassas Junction, which is nothing but a swamp. About\\nsix miles from Richmond, he was encountered by a guard,\\nand to his challenge replied, A friend, without the counter-\\nsign. [He had the precaution to lay the double-barrel shot\\ngun, which he contrived to get before he escaped from Rich", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0479.jp2"}, "478": {"fulltext": "COLONEL DE VILLIERS ESCAPE.\\nmond, down before he approached this guard. He had\\nbesides, a revolver and a bowie-knife.]\\nApproaching, they asked him where he was from and\\nwhither he was going. He replied from Eichmond to Peters-\\nburg. They then asked why he did not take the railroad,\\nand he said he missed the cars. They then took him in cus-\\ntody, and marched, one on each side of him, upon a narrow\\nbridge crossing a stream near at hand. The situation was\\ndesperate, but he was determined never to go back to Eich-\\nmond alive; so when he got to about the middle of the\\nbridge, he struck to the right and left, knocking one of the\\nguards on one side and the other on the other side, and\\ngiving them both a good swim. Hence he made his wav\\ntoward Petersburg, subsisting for three days upon nothing\\nbut a few raw beans, 1 which was not very good for ni-3\\ndigestion.\\nUpon this tramp, for a distance of sixty-five miles, he\\ncarried his skiff for crossing rivers (a pine board), upon his\\nshoulder. During his travels he was several times shot a-t.\\nWhen he got in the neighborhood of Magruder s forces, his\\nhardest time began. He tried to pass sentinels several times,\\nand at one time was twice shot at in quick succession. He\\nshot too. He did not know whether he hit the two sentinels\\nor not, but they never answered. But the whole brigade\\nwas aroused, and he took to the James Eiver in what he\\ncalled his skiff, viz. his pine board companion. He landed\\non the other side in a swamp, recrossing again near James-\\ntown, where he lost his gun. He had cast away his officer s\\ncoat, and what remained of his suit was rusty enough. So he\\ntook an open course, and resolved to ask for work but like\\nthe poor men in the south, when they ask for work, they are\\ntold to go into the service. Even fehe ladies do not look upon", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0480.jp2"}, "479": {"fulltext": "COLONEL DE VILLIERS ESCAPE.\\n405\\na young man unless he is in the service viewed from this\\ntest, there were more patriots in the south than in the north\\nthey were all soldiers, old and young.\\nHe hired with a German blacksmith, at $1.50 per week,\\n1 aving concluded to remain a while, and learn something of\\nthe condition of the rebel forces. He staid a fortnight, ob\\nserving all the rebel movements. At the expiration of this\\ntime he got tired of blacksmithing, and wanted to go home.\\nHe found a good German Union man, to whom he told his\\nstory, without reservation, just as if he were telling it here\\nto-night. This was of great service to him he led him for\\nnine days, the colonel having adopted another Yankee trick,\\nand made a blind man of himself; he couldn t see, and the\\nGerman was his guide. Dropping the Yankee French, he\\nbecame a French subject, and wanted to go back to France,\\nbecause he could not get any work to do here and so he\\ntold General Huger, when he got into his command. This\\nGeneral promised to send him to Fortress Monroe with a flag\\nof truce. The next flag of truce that was sent he accompa-\\nnied, blind still, and led by this faithful German Union man.\\n(l He contrived, unobserved, to tell the captain of the flag\\nparty that he was a prisoner, a Union officer, and had as-\\nsumed blindness as a disguise, and that he should take him\\nbut the young officer said he could not understand it, and\\nsaid he would inform General Wool. He did so, and Wool,\\nbeing an old soldier, comprehended the matter at once, im-\\nmediately sending another boat out to bring him but it was\\ntoo late, for the rebel officer said it was not worth while\\nwaiting on the Yankees, and hastened off, Having lost his\\nGerman guide, General Huger himself led him (the poor old\\nblind man) with unaffected sympathy, to the hotel, and he\\nassured him that he should go with the next flag of truce", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0481.jp2"}, "480": {"fulltext": "406 INCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\nwhich was sent and he further took the trouble of writing a\\nspecial letter to General Wool about the old French blind\\nman who wanted to go home. Colonel De Yilliers remarked\\nthat General Huger evinced true kindness toward him.\\nWith the flag, there were, besides, a number of ladies,\\nwho 4 left the south for the purpose of going north to do\\nbusiness. Though he was blind, he could see the glances\\nthey exchanged; and though old and somewhat deaf, he\\ncould hear the officers tell the ladies to learn all they could,\\nand come back with the information wishing them much\\nsuccess. 1 It is surprising what fine spies they make\\nWhen he got into safe quarters, he threw off his disguise,\\nhis decrepitude saw and was strong observing, without\\nsurprise himself, the astonishment of the ladies at the change.\\nINCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\nThe Morgan raid is ended the great marauder captured\\nand safely quartered in the Ohio Penitentiary the brave\\nmilitia, who responded so nobly to the governor s call to rally\\nand drive the invaders from our soil, have returned to their\\nhomes, and the narration of adventures is now the order. As\\nevery incident connected with the raid is of interest, I pro-\\npose to relate my experience with the raiders, how they\\nlooked, and what they said.*\\nAbout an hour before the expedition under Colonel Rankle\\nleft, I received from Surgeon Scott a peremptory order to re-\\nport forthwith for duty on his staff. Reported accordingly at\\nthe railroad depot, where Dr. Scott was already waiting with\\nFrom the Sciota Gazette.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0482.jp2"}, "481": {"fulltext": "INCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\n407\\nsundry ominous-looking mahogany boxes, baskets of ban-\\ndages, lint and other articles necessary in the care of sick and\\nwounded. For an hour we waited at the depot, while, in the\\ndim starlight, companies and regiments of armed men marched\\nand countermarched, forwarded and halted, and at last, about\\nmidnight, all were safely stowed away in the cars, and the\\nlong train moved off amid enthusiastic cheers.\\nArrived at Hamden about two o clock. From there we\\ncould distinctly see the light of the burning depot at Jackson\\nevidence unmistakable that we were in the vicinity of the\\nenemy. Our forces, numbering about two thousand, were\\nunloaded and got in marching order, and about daylight the\\ncolumn began to move toward Berlin, distant six miles, where\\nit was thought the rebels would pass on their way east from\\nJackson. Eeached a position about half a mile from Berlin\\nabout six o clock A. M., when a report was brought in that\\nthe rebs were still in Jackson, and would probably soon be\\nin our vicinity. For a short time there was a little excite-\\nment along our column, but this soon died away, and it grew\\ndull and tiresome, lying there by the roadside waiting for\\nsomething to turn up. An hour passed away and yet no\\nrebels in sight or hearing so, borrowing a couple of horses\\nthat our men had pressed into the service, Dr. J. D. Miller\\nand myself organized ourselves into an independent scouting\\nparty and set out to gather what information we could about\\nthe enemy.\\nThe morning was pleasant, the air pure and bracing, and\\nthe excitement just sufficient to render the ride delightful.\\nLearning that a number of scouts had gone out on the Jack-\\nson, road, we decided to strike south from Berlin to the road\\nleading from Jackson to Gallipolis, which we thought it prob-\\nable the rebels would take. All along the road the houses", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0483.jp2"}, "482": {"fulltext": "408\\nINCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\nwere apparently deserted the doors were closed, the window-\\nblinds down, and neither man, woman, child, nor horse was\\nto be seen. At one house we could see, through a broken\\nwindow-pane, the breakfast-table standing with the morning\\nmeal apparently untouched. The family had probably heard\\nthe news of Morgan s approach, and without waiting for hi\\nappearance had made a precipitate retreat. At another,\\nwhere all was quiet and apparently deserted, on looking back\\nafter we had passed, we saw a terrified looking face peeping\\ntimidly out from behind a window-blind. The people along\\ntha road were evidently enjoying a tremendous scare.\\nAt length we arrived at the little village of Winchester,\\non the road leading from Jackson to Gallipolis, and eight\\nmiles from the former. It is a pretty hard place, and I ll\\nwager an old hat that its voters are pretty nearly unanimous\\nfor Yallandigham. We had the luck to be mistaken here for\\na couple of Morgan s men, which I can only account for\\nfrom the fact that my companion, Dr. J. D. M., is an ardent\\nV llandighammer. I haven t much doubt, however, but\\nthat we fared better than if we had been known as Union\\nscouts. We inquired of a mild-looking old man, if he could\\ntell us where we could get something to eat. He directed us\\nup the street to a little eight-by-ten grocery we rode up and\\nfound the door locked and the windows barred. After sun-\\ndry vigorous knocks, we got an answer from the proprietor\\ninside, who cautiously unlocked the door, when the following\\ncolloquy took place\\nHave you any bread\\nNo, sir.\\nAny pies\\nNo, sir.\\nAny craskers", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0484.jp2"}, "483": {"fulltext": "INCIDENTS OF MOEGAN s RAID.\\n409\\nYes, a few.\\nAny cheese\\nNot a bit.\\nWell, give us some crackers, then and with trembling\\nL\u00c2\u00bbnd he weighed out a pound or so, that might have been a\\npart of the stores in Noah s ark. In the meanwhile a crowd\\nof a dozen or so of rather variegated specimens of humanity\\ngathered around, all eager to learn the news. We ate our\\ncrackers and departed toward Jackson, distant eight miles,\\nkeeping a sharp lookout from every hill-top for the rebels.\\nWe met one young man who advised us not to go any fur-\\nther on that road he had been chased by about twenty -five\\nof Morgan s men.\\n4 How near did they get to you I asked.\\nWithin about two miles.\\nThe young man was evidently a little frightened.\\nWe rode on rapidly about a mile further, when leaving\\nthe main road we made a circuit of a mile or so through the\\nfields toward the top of a high hill, from which we had been\\ntold we could see into Jackson. On the hill-side we tied our\\nhorses to a fence where they were, as we thought, well con-\\ncealed by the brier and other bushes. Walking up to the\\ntop of the hill, we found a number of citizens there, eagerly\\nwatching the movements of the rebels, who could be seen\\nfrom our position riding through the streets of the town,\\nabout a mile distant. In a short time they began to move\\nout on the road we had travelled, and which passed within\\nhalf a mile of our position on the hill. Securing the services\\nof a young man to carry a dispatch back to Colonel Kunkle,\\nI left Dr. J.D. and the citizens on the hill, and went down to\\na house by the roadside where I could have a better view of\\nthe rebels and see how they were mounted, armed, etc.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0485.jp2"}, "484": {"fulltext": "410\\nINCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\nI bad been there but a few minutes when two of the raid\\ners, who were about a quarter of a mile in advance of the\\nmain body, came along. Riding up to where I was standing,\\nthey inquired the distance to Gallipolis what was the nearest\\npoint to the river whether there was any Union troops about\\nt 1 ere, etc. I answered their questions so as to leave them\\nrather more in the dark than before, and turning questioner,\\nasked them how many men they had.\\nHow many do you think we have\\nThere are various reports about your number, I replied\\nWell, what is your opinion?\\nI don t think you have more than four or five thousand.\\nYes, we have over twelve thousand, one of them replied\\nYou haven t half that number, I answered.\\nWell, we have enough any how to ride through your\\nState without any trouble, said they.\\nYou re not through yet, I replied as they moved along.\\nShortly the main body came up, and I began to count\\nthem. They rode along rather slowly, several of them stop-\\nping a few minutes to inquire about the road, the nearest\\nroute to the river, etc., but 1 managed to keep an accurate\\naccount until about five hundred had passed, while one of\\nthem rode up with the request\\nWill you be so good as to bring me a drink of water\\nHe was very polite for a rebel, and a horse thief to boot\\nand if it had not been for the company he was in, would have\\npassed for a gentleman. I can t say I liked his polite request,\\nbut as it was backed by a pair of revolvers and a carbine, 1\\nconcluded that it might be promotive of my longevity to\\ncomply, so without stopping to argue the matter, I merely\\nremarked\\nWell, sir, I don t like to wait on a rebel, but as you are a\\npretty good-looking man, I guess I can get you a drink.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0486.jp2"}, "485": {"fulltext": "INCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\n411\\nNext came a man apparently fifty years of age riding in a\\nbuggy with a boy not more than fourteen or fifteen. Will\\nyou please give me a cup of water for my sick boy he\\nasked. The boy was evidently quite sick. He was leaning\\nheavily against his father, who supported him as well as he\\ncould with his left arm. I handed him the cup, which he\\ntook with a trembling hand, thanking me very kindly for it,\\nhis eyes speaking more thanks than his lips. He was a fine\\nlooking boy, but what a training was it that he was receiving\\nHis father I could see felt very anxious about his condition,\\nand to my remark that that was a hard business for a boy,\\nespecially a sick one, he replied Yes, and I wish we were\\nout of it. My conversation with them was cut short by a\\nfellow with a face that ought to have hung him long ago,\\nwho rode up to the fence and sung out\\nHere, stranger, give me a drink.\\nI took another look at his face, and then at the pair of\\nrevolvers in his belt, and concluded that I had better get rid\\nof him as soon as possible so I gave him a drink, and he\\nwent on without so much as saying Thank you.\\nBy this time quite a number had gathered around the\\nplace where I was standing, some wanting water, others bread,\\nothers pies, or any thing else they could get to eat while\\nothers appeared more anxious to learn the nearest road to\\nthe river. I told them to go to the well and help themselves\\nto water, and a number of them rode in, while others dis-\\nmounted, tied their horses to the fence and walked in. Their\\napplications for food were not very successful all they got\\nwas a cold biscuit and two cold potatoes, the ladies at the\\nhouse assuring them that they had nothing else prepared.\\nOne of the ladies was the mother and the other the wife of\\nLieutenant-colonel Dove of the second (Union) Virginia", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0487.jp2"}, "486": {"fulltext": "412\\nINCIDENTS OF MORGANS RAID.\\nCavalry. Colonel Dove had returned home wounded, a few\\ndays before but, on hearing of the approach of the raiders,\\nhad been taken to some place of concealment. The ladies, of\\ncourse, were unconditional Unionists, and not at all disposed\\nto furnish supplies for such a band of rebel marauders. One\\nfellow rode up and inquired of Mrs. Dove if there was a\\nsaddle about the place that he could get. She told him there\\nwas not\\nI ll see if I can t find one, he said, as he rode over to the\\nbarn on the opposite side of the road.\\nHe didn t find a saddle, but there was a good buggy in the\\nbarn, to which he harnessed his horse, and driving out into\\nthe road, took his place in the ranks and went on, apparently\\nvery well pleased with the change in his mode of travelling.\\nWhat do you think of rebels now? inquired a rather\\njolly -looking young man, as they rode by.\\nEather a hard-looking set, I answered.\\nWell, I haven t seen a good-looking Yankee, since I ve\\nbeen north of the river, he replied at which the squad he\\nwas with felt called upon to indulge in a laugh.\\nAnother stopped and dismounted near where I was stand-\\ning to arrange something about his saddle. His horse was\\nsmall, poor, and nearly worn out.\\na If I got my horses as you do, I remarked to him, 14 I d\\nride a better one than that.\\nWe can t always get such as we want, said he and\\nthey don t raise any good horses through here.\\nAnother came riding up on what had been one of the\\nfinest horses they had a large and elegantly built iron gray\\nbut very much worn down. The rebel said he had ridden\\nhim ever since they crossed the river said he wanted a\\nfresh horse, and asked if I had one I d like to trade. Told\\nhim I didn t know but I had.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0488.jp2"}, "487": {"fulltext": "INCIDENTS OF MORGANS RAID.\\n413\\nWhere?\\nAcross there.\\nHow far?\\nAbout forty or fifty miles.\\nI guess I ll not go to-day, he said, as he started off.\\nI asked another why they didn t go to Chillicothe the day\\nbefore\\nWere they looking for us there\\nI believe some people were.\\nWell, we re going on through two or three more States,\\nand we ll call as we return, he replied.\\nProvided Hobson isn t in your way, I said.\\nHobson won t trouble us, he answered. All we know\\nabout him is what we see in the daily papers.\\nI thought, but didn t say, that it was probable they would\\nhave the honor of a more intimate acquaintance ere many\\ndays.\\nBut enough of what they said. A few words about how\\nthey looked.\\nPersonally a majority of them would have been fine-look-\\ning men, if they had been washed and respectably dressed\\nbut they were covered with dust and all looked tired and\\nworn down. Many went nodding along half asleep. A\\nhundred or more wore veils, most of which looked new, and\\nI presume had been taken from the stores in Jackson others\\nhad handkerchiefs over their faces to shield them from the\\ndust, I noticed an intelligent looking contraband wearing a\\nfine blue veil, which he raised very gracefully, as he rode up\\nto a rebel, whom he accosted as massa. Scarcely any two\\nwere dressed alike. Their clothing was made of butternut\\njeans, tweed, cassimere, linen, cloth, and almost every thing\\never used for men s wear. A few perhaps a dozen wore", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0489.jp2"}, "488": {"fulltext": "414\\nINCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\nblue blouses and pants such as are worn by United States\\nsoldiers.\\nA large number of them had various articles of dry goods,\\nbolts of calico and muslin, pieces of silks and satins,\\ncassimeres, and broadcloths, tied on behind their saddles.\\nSome had two or three pairs of new boots and shoes hanging\\nabout them. I don t think the stock of dry goods left in\\nJackson could have been very large or varied.\\nThey were not well armed, as has been reported. A few\\nhad carbines, many had double barrelled shot guns, some mus-\\nkets, a small number had revolving rifles, and nearly all had\\nrevolving pistols. There were not, I think, a dozen sabres\\nin the whole division. They had three pieces of artillery,\\nbrass six-pounders, but not a single caisson, so that all the\\nammunition for these must have been carried in the boxes\\nof the gun-carriages, wnich would have held but a small sup-\\nTheir only wagon-train consisted of five light two-horse\\nwagons. In four of these they had sick men in the other,\\ncarpet-sacks, valises, a few trunks, etc., which I took to be\\nthe officers baggage.\\nThey did not ride in any regular order, but two, three,\\nfour, and sometimes eight abreast, just as it happened. The\\nofficers wore no badges, or any thing that would distinguish\\nthem from privates. The last two men in the division rode\\nup to where I was standing, and entered into conversation.\\nOne was perhaps twenty years of age, the other about twenty-\\nfive, and both appeared to be intelligent and well-informed.\\nI learned from them that their division was under command\\nof Colonel Bushrod Johnson that John Morgan and Basil\\nDuke were both with the division that took the Berlin road\\nfrom Jackson (and with which our boys fought the famous", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0490.jp2"}, "489": {"fulltext": "INCIDENTS GF MORGAN S RAID.\\n415\\n1 battle of BerHn Heights They admitted that they were\\nrery tired, but felt confident they could get safely out of the\\nstate. I told them, in the course of the conversation, that I\\n,vas from Chill icothe, when they said they knew some of onr\\ncitizens, and, naming them, inquired if I was acquainted with\\nthem. Answering in the affirmative, they gave me some\\nfriendly messages for their Chillicothe friends and rode on.\\nThe name of the elder was George Logan, that of the\\nyounger, Lloyd Malone. I did not tell them that one of\\ntheir friends was a major in one of our militia regiments, and\\nabout that time was up at Berlin engaging their leader,\\nJohn Morgan. I have since learned that Malone was, until\\nrecently, a strong Unionist, and it was only after long con-\\ntinued importunity by his father that he was induced to\\nespouse the rebel cause.\\nI think the number of men in that division was about two\\nthousand five hundred, and comprised something more than\\nhalf of Morgan s entire force.\\nAs soon as they had all passed, I started up the hill, in-\\ntending to get my horse and ride back to headquarters as\\nspeedily as possible and report to Colonel Eunkle. I had\\nnot gone far when I met a badly frightened individual mak-\\ning fast time down the hill. I managed to bring him to a\\nhalt, and learned from him that a squad of the rebels had just\\npassed that way and taken our horses, saddles, and bridles,\\nleaving in their stead, two of their worn-down horse?, and\\none mule, but no saddle or bridle. They were better horse-\\nthieves than I gave them credit for being, or they never\\nwould have found our horses, away up there among the\\nbrier-bushes. Arriving at the top of the hill, I stopped a\\nshort time to consider the situation. My companion, J. D.\\nM., after a liberal application of Jackson county free soil to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0491.jp2"}, "490": {"fulltext": "416 INCIDENTS OF MORGAN S RAID.\\nhis hands and face, borrowed an old coat and an old hat, and\\nthus disguised, ventured, with the citizens who had collected\\non the hill, to go out to the roadside at a point half a mile or\\nso beyond the house to which I had gone. I have heard,\\nbut don t vouch for the truth of the report, that the doctor,\\nin order to insure his personal safely and conciliate the rebs,\\nassured a number of them that he was an ardent Yallandig-\\nhammer.\\nI waited a short time for his return to the place we had\\nleft our horses, but he did not come, and I started alone on\\nmy way back to camp. He soon afterward returned, how-\\never, and secured the horses the rebels had left in place of\\nours, went to Jackson, and there got a conveyance to head-\\nquarters, where we arrived about ten o clock at night.\\nThe rebels did not make any thing by that trade the\\nhorses they had left, as soon as they recover from their\\nfatigue, will be worth more than those they took.\\nMy march back to camp was not a very pleasant one. To\\nsave distance, I took across hills and fields and through the\\nwoods. The mercury must have been about ninety, and\\nthose Jackson hills are high, and steep, and rough. I tried\\nat several farm-houses to press a horse into service, but\\nalways found that Morgan s men had been there just before\\nme. I heard, as I neared Berlin, some exciting stories about\\nthe terrific battle of Berlin Heights, how there had been\\nheavy cannonading all day, and how our gallant militia had\\nfought like demons. Arrived at headquarters about fouT\\np. M., and made my report to Colonel Kunkle, well satisfied\\nwith my day s scouting.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0492.jp2"}, "491": {"fulltext": "ADVENTURE OF CAPTAIN STRONG.\\n417\\nADVENTURE OF CAPTAIN STRONG.\\nThe following account of the adventure of Captain W.\\nE. Strong, of the second regiment of Wisconsin volunteers,\\nwas given by that officer in an official report to Major Lar-\\nrabee, dated at Camp Advance, September 7, 1861:\\nIn pursuance of your order of yesterday, I proceeded to\\nexamine the woods to the right of our exterior line, for the\\npurpose of satisfying yourself whether the line should be ex-\\ntended. The last picket was stationed about four hundred\\nyards from the river being our outpost on our right exterior\\nline leaving a dense thicket of pine undergrowth between it\\nand the river. From my means of observation up to that\\ntime, I had concluded that our pickets were not sufficiently\\nadvanced in that direction, as this space was wholly unoccu-\\npied. At least I thought the ground should be examined\\nand in this you were pleased to fully concur.\\nYou desired me to make a minute examination of the\\nground, and be ready to report when you should return, at\\nthree o clock, p. m. of that day t Accordingly, after dinner,\\n1 passed along the line until I reached the extreme out-\\npost on the right, which consisted of Lieutenant Dodge,\\nCorporal Manderson, and three privates, and then proceeded\\nalong over very rough and densely wooded ground to the\\nriver. I soon ascertained that these physical obstacles were\\nso great that no body of troops could, in this direction, turn\\nour right flank, and there was no necessity of extending our\\npickets. I then concluded to return and for the purpose,\\nof avoiding the dense undergrowth, I turned back on a line\\nabout a hundred rods in advance of the direction of our\\nline of. pickets. As I was passing through a thicket, I was\\nurrounded by six rebel soldiers -four infantry and two\\n27", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0493.jp2"}, "492": {"fulltext": "418\\nADVENTURE OE CAPTAIN STRONG.\\ncavalry. The footmen were poorly dressed and badly armed\\nSeeing I was caught, I thought it best to surrender at once.\\nSo I said, Gentlemen, you have me. T was asked various\\nquestions as to who I was. where I was going, what regiment\\nI belonged to. etc., all of which I refused to answer. One of\\nthe footmen said, 1 Let s hang the d d Yankee scoundrel/\\nand pointed to a convenient limb. Another man said, 1 Xo\\nlet s take him to the camp, and then hang him. One of the\\ncavalrymen, who seemed to be leader, said, We ll take him\\nto camp. They then marched me through an open place\\ntwo in front, two in the rear, and a calvary man on each\\nside of me. I was armed with two revolvers and my sword.\\nAfter going some twenty rods, the sergeant on my right,\\nnoticing my pistols, ordered me to give them up, together\\nwith my sword. I said, 1 Certainly, gentlemen, and imme-\\ndiately halted. As I stopped, they all filed past me, and of\\ncourse were in front. We were at this time in an open\\npart of the woods, but about sixty yards to the rear was a\\nthicket of undergrowth. Thus every thing was in my favor;\\nI was quick of foot, and a passable shot yet the design of\\nescape was not formed until I brought my pistol pouches\\nround to the front part of my body, and my hands touched\\nthe stocks. The grasping of the pistols suggested the thought\\nof cocking them as I drew them out. This I did; and the\\nmoment I got command of them. I shot down two footmen\\nnearest me about sixty feet off one with each hand. I\\nimmediately turned and ran toward the thicket in the rear.\\nThe confusion of mv captors was a^rjarentlv so sreat, that I\\nhad nearly reached cover before shots were fired at me. One\\nball passed through my left cheek, passing out of my mouth.\\nAnother one, a musket-ball, passed through mv canteen\\nImmediately upon this volley the two cavalrymen separated", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0494.jp2"}, "493": {"fulltext": "dabney, the colored scout.\\n419\\none on my left and the other on my right to cut off my\\nretreat. The remaining two footmen charged directly to-\\nward me; I turned, when the horsemen got up, and fired\\nthree or four shots, but the balls flew wild. I ran on, got\\nover a small knoll, and nearly regained one of our pickets,\\nwhen I was headed off by both the mounted men. The\\nsergeant called out to me to halt and surrender I gave no\\nreply but fired and ran in the opposite direction. He pur-\\nsued and overtook me I turned, took good aim, pulled the\\ntrigger, but the cap snapped. At this time his carbine was\\nunslung, and he was holding it with both hands on the left-\\nside of his horse. He fired at my breast without raising the\\npiece to his shoulder, and the shot passed from the right side\\nof my coat, through it and my shirt, to the left, just grazing\\nthe skin the piece was so near as to burn the cloth out the\\nsize of one s hand. I was, however uninjured at this time,\\nsave the shot through my cheek. I then fired at him again,\\nand brought him to the ground, hanging by his foot in the\\nleft stirrup, and the horse galloping towards the camp. I\\nsaw no more of the other horsemen, nor of the footmen, but\\nrunning on soon came to our own pickets uninjured, save\\nthe shot through my cheek, but otherwise much exhausted\\nfrom my exertions,\\nDABKEY, THE COLORED SCOUT.\\nHe was emphatically what the old southern advertise*\\nments used to call a smart, likely negro fellow; and after\\nhe had left his secesh master, who lived on the south bank\\nof the Rappahannock, above Fredericksburg, General nookei", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0495.jp2"}, "494": {"fulltext": "420\\ndabney, the colored scout.\\nfound his minute and reliable knowledge of the country and\\nthe character of its inhabitants of great importance to him.\\nOn one occasion, just before the battle of Chancellorsville,\\na scouting party had come in, who reported a certain locality\\nentirely free of the enemy; they had talked with Mr. D a\\nfarmer, who said there were no southerners anywhere near\\nhim, and had not been for several days. Dabney heard the\\nreport of the scouts, and warned the general not to believe a\\nword of what they heard Mr. D say.\\nYou must take him just contrary wise from what he\\ncalks, said Dabney. If he says there are no rebels there,\\nyou may be sure there are plenty of them all about, and got\\ntheir big guns all ready.\\nBut considerable faith was attached to what the scouts\\nhad reported, and a force was sent to feel in that neighbor-\\nhood, and see what there might be there.\\nDabney went at the head of the column as pilot, though\\nall the time protesting that, instead of taking that man at\\nhis word, they should be prepared for the worst. Dabney\\nwas well mounted, and felt no little pride as he moved along,\\nat the head of a powerful column, over roads which he had\\nso often trod with the dejected air and clouded spirit of a\\nslave.\\nI know that man very well, he kept saying. He s my\\nole mass r, and he s a man you have to take just contrary to\\nwhat he says.\\nSoon the head of the column approached the locality and\\nsure enough, the rebels were there in force, and opened with\\na storm of grape and canister. The Union force soon got\\nguns in position, aud a brisk skirmish was going on, in the\\nmidst of which Dabney s fine horse fell under him, pierced\\nby a grape-shot. But he was not to be dismounted as easily", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0496.jp2"}, "495": {"fulltext": "DRIVING HOME THE COWS.\\n421\\nas that, and while the fight was quite lively, and his old\\nmaster was fully occupied with the stirring scene, Dabney\\nslipped down to the river, swam across, went to the stables,\\nand taking the finest horse there, mounted him, dashed down\\nto the river, swam him across, and came back to the Union\\nlines, all the time under fire, saying, as he rode up, I tol\\nyou you couldn t depend on what that man said about the\\nrebs not being there; but never mind, it has given me a\\nchance to fiscate a mighty fine horse.\\nAfter that adventure, as he was finely mounted, and his\\nknowledge of the inhabitants was shown to be reliable, he\\nwas constantly employed as a pilot to the scouting parties.\\nDKIYING HOME THE COWS.\\nBY MISS KATE P. OSGOOD.\\nOut of the clover and blue-e}^ed grass\\nHe turned them into the river-lane\\nOne after another he let them pass,\\nThen fastened the meadow bars again.\\nUnder the willows, and over the hill,\\nHe patiently followed their sober pace\\nThe merry whistle for once was still,\\nAnd something shadowed the sunny face.\\nOnly a boy and his father had said\\nHe never could let his youngest go\\nTwo already were lying dead\\nUnder the feet of the trampling foe.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0497.jp2"}, "496": {"fulltext": "DRIVING HOME THE CCm~3.\\nBut after the evening work was clone,\\nAnd the frogs were loud in the meadow- swamp,\\nOver his shoulder he sluno- his sun\\nAnd stealthily followed the foot-path damp.\\nAcross the clover, and through the wheat,\\nWith resolute heart and purpose grim,\\nThough cold was the dew on his hurrying feet,\\nAnd the blind bat s flitting startled him.\\nThrice since then had the lanes been white.\\nAnd the orchards sweet with apple-bloom\\nAnd now. when the cows came back at night,\\nThe feeble father drove them home.\\nFor news had come to the lonely farm\\nThat three were lying where two had lain\\nAnd the old man s tremulous, palsied arm\\nCould never lean on a son s again.\\nThe summer day grew cool and late,\\nHe went for the cows when the work was done\\nBut down the lane, as he opened the gate,\\nHe saw them coming, one by one:\\nBrindle, Ebony. Speckle, and Bess,\\nShaking their horns in the evening wind\\nCropping the butter-cups out of the grass\\nBut who was it following close behind?\\nLoosely swung in the idle air\\nThe empty sleeve of army blue\\nAnd worn and pale, from the crisping hair,\\nLooked out a face that the father knew.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0498.jp2"}, "497": {"fulltext": "A SOUTHERN ATARI TR.\\n423\\nFor Southern prisons will sometimes yawn,\\nAnd yield their dead unto life again\\nAnd the day that comes with a cloudy dawn\\nIn golden glory at last may wane.\\nThe great tears sprang to their meeting eyes\\nFor the heart must speak when the lips are dumb\\nAnd under the silent evening skies\\nTogether they followed the cattle home.\\nA SOUTHEKN MARTYR.\\nTVhex the secret history of current events at the south ia\\nbrought to light, there will be revelations of sacrifice and\\nsuffering for loyalty to the Union that will show that the age\\nof heroism has not wholly gone by. A letter from a lady in\\nCharleston, of undoubted authenticity, gives an account of a\\nmartyr to loyalty whose name w r ill be honored in the history\\nthat is to be written of the great events of this age, though\\nnow concealed from motives of prudence\\nPoor F is dead before the fall of Sumter, he exerted\\nall his influence, using both, pen and voice against the rebel-\\nlion, until he was thrown into prison. At first he was treated\\nas an ordinary criminal awaiting trial but after the battle\\nof Manassas, the Confederates seemed drunk with triumph at\\ntheir victory, and mad wdth rage over the vast number of\\nvictims who fell in their ranks. I wrote you with what\\npomp this city mourned her dead; amid it all, when the\\nConfederate host seemed like to win, F was offered free-\\ndom and promotion if he would espouse the Confederate\\ncause. His military and scientific attainments were cons id", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0499.jp2"}, "498": {"fulltext": "424 ADVENTURES OF AN IOWA BOY.\\nerable, which, made them anxious for his services I have\\nsworn allegianee to the Union, said he, and am not one to\\nbreak my pledge. When tempted with promotion if he\\ncould be prevailed upon to enlist beneath their banner, he\\nsaid, You cannot buy my loyalty. I love Carolina and the\\nsouth but I love my country better. Finding him faithfu\\nto the flag he loved, he was made to feel the power of his\\nenemies. He was cast into a miserable, damp, ill-ventilated\\ncell, and fed on coarse fare half the time neglected by his\\ndrunken keeper. His property was confiscated, and his wife\\nand children beggared. Poor fellow he sank beneath his\\ntroubles, and was soon removed from the persecution of his\\noppressors. The day before his death he said to his wife\\n4 Mary, you are beggared because I would not prove dis-\\nloyal. God be thanked for your fidelity replied the wife.\\n1 They have taken your wealth and life, but could not stain\\nyour honor, and our children shall boast of an unspotted\\nname. My husband, rejoice in your truth. She returned\\nto her friends after his death, openly declaring her proudest\\nboast should be, her husband died a martyr to his patriotism.\\nWho shall say the day of heroism has passed\\nADVENTUKES OF AN IOWA BOY.\\nAmong- the most remarkable adventures perpetrated\\nduring the war, is that related of Charles H. Smith, a private\\nof the fourth Iowa cavalry, which is as follows\\nHe started with his regiment on Colonel Winslow s expe-\\ndition to Grenada, and was captured by the rebels at that\\nplace. He remained their prisoner for four days, walking in", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0500.jp2"}, "499": {"fulltext": "ADVENTURES OF Ajtf IOWA BOY.\\n425\\nthat time a distance of eighty miles in a state of semi-starva-\\ntion. One evening they had halted about sundown, and put\\nup for the night in an old school-house, situated ten miles\\nwest of West Point, on the road leading from West Point to\\nGrenada. The school-house had a door on each side, a\\nchimney in one end, and a window without fr^me or\\nshutter in the other. They barricaded the window with a\\ndesk convenient, barred the eastern door, and stationed a\\nguard in the other.\\nWhen it had come sleeping time, the Yankees six in\\nall were allotted that portion next the chimney, while the\\nButternuts twenty in number occupied the other end a\\nline was designated across which no one must pass. Charlie\\nlaid down without removing any of his clothes, intending\\nto lie awake and watch for an opportunity to escape, but weari-\\nness of body overcame the resolution, and he fell asleep. But\\nhe awakened betweeD one and two o clock, and saw the guard\\nsitting in the door smoking his pipe and conversing with the\\ncorporal of the guard, who was sitting by the fire outside.\\nSlipping off his boots, and gathering his hat, haversack, and\\ncanteen, he crept over the sleeping chivalry up on to the\\ndesk, and let himself quietly down and out at the window,\\nreaching terra firma in safety. A splendid horse was tied to a\\ntree at the end of the house, six or seven feet from where his\\ndoughty master and several companions were sleeping. A\\nsaddle and bridle were found on the window after considerable\\nfeeling around, which a few moments sufficed to put in their\\nplace, a moment more to lead the horse thirty yards and\\nmount him. Six days sufficed to place him inside the\\nYankee lines, at Lagrange, Tennessee, nearly two hundred\\nmiles being travelled in that time. In passing through the\\nConfederacy he avoided all towns and stations at which troops", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0501.jp2"}, "500": {"fulltext": "126 EXPLOITS OF A FORAGING PARTY.\\nwere quartered, though, with all his precaution, he several\\ntimes came near running into their camps, only escaping by\\nthe greatest good fortune. He met small squads of shot-gun\\ngentlemen nearly every day. To these and to the citizens he\\npassed himself off for a paroled prisoner belonging to McCul-\\nloch s command (second Missouri), and going home to see\\nhis old mother for the first time since the war broke out.\\nCharlie considered the capture of the horse a capital joke.\\nIts proprietor belonged to the fifteenth Mississippi regiment,\\nand was home on a furlough.\\nEXPLOITS OF A FORAGING PARTY.\\nA soldier in the fifty-sixth New York volunteers was\\nengaged in one of those excursions partly military and\\npartly predatory which characterized the earlier years of\\nthe war. Just after his first exploits in that line in the\\nwinter of 1862, he wrote home to his father the following\\naccount from Yorktown, Virginia\\nIn order to make my promise good to you, I will now\\nendeavor to pen you a short sketch of our expedition to Glou\\ncester Court House.\\nOn the morning of the eleventh of December, our regi-\\nment was drawn up in line at daylight, and a few minutes\\nafter, we started toward the fort. There was but little said\\nby any of us as we marched along, keeping step to the beat\\nof the drum. Every man s mind was busy for none of us\\nknew where we were to go. Some thought we were going\\nto join Burnside s army others, that we were going to\\nRichmond direct and none liked the idea of leaving our", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0502.jp2"}, "501": {"fulltext": "EXPLOITS OF A FORAGING PARTY. 427\\ncheerful quarters for the fierce and bloody fight, and the\\nhardships of a winter campaign.\\nWell, we trudged along, entered the fort, and went down\\nto the river, where we found a boat waiting to take us over\\nto Gloucester Point. We found out soon after crossing the\\nriver, that we were to go to Gloucester Court House to drive\\nout some rebels, who, it was said, were fortifying themselves\\nthere. We started a little after seven, and one hour later\\nhad passed the outer pickets, and were fairly in Secessia,\\nThe people were surprised at the display we made. There\\nhad never been any soldiers through there before us. The\\ndarkies were overjoyed at our coming, and kindly gave us\\nall the eggs, milk, and hoe-cake we wanted. The country we\\npassed through was a rich one. No army had been there\\nto destroy their crops and cattle, and they possessed abun-\\ndance.\\nAt three P. M. we entered the town. Our cavalry had\\ndriven off a few stray rebels, and we took peaceable posses-\\nsion. There was no visible evidence of the rebels intending\\nto fortify the town. Not knowing but that we might be\\nattacked during the night, General Naglee had the battery\\nplanted in a good position, a strong picket posted, and issued\\norders to have every man ready to fall in at a minute s\\nnotice.\\nOur regiment lay on their arms all night on the roadside\\nWe suffered some from cold. The boys could not stand\\nthat; so they commenced prowling about the place for\\nplunder. There was soon a great uproar among the fowls.\\nChickens cackled, geese and ducks quacked, and turkeys\\ngobbled; but twas no use. It was too near Christmas to\\ngive them a chance for their lives. Consequently they lost\\ntheir heads and feathers, and soon found themselves boiling\\nin the camp-kettles.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0503.jp2"}, "502": {"fulltext": "EXPLOITS OF A FORAGING PARTY.\\nA good old secesh dominie, living in the -upper part of\\ntlie town, heard a great racket in the neighborhood of his\\nhenerj. He poked his head out of the window to see what\\nwas going on. He saw three or four blue-jackets. One was\\nlugging off a skip of honey.\\nStop stop I command j you roared out the old fel-\\nlow.\\nHis wife (who, no doubt had been in Eichmond, and\\nlearned the military) told him to call Corporal of the guard.\\nHe did so, when a fellow jumped into the yard, saying he\\nwas a corporal, and wanted to know what was the matter.\\nDominie told him how he had been robbed, and asked him\\nto take care of his honey.\\nTo be sure I will, says the willing corporal; and he\\npicks up a skip, and starts off with it.\\n11 But where are you going with that skip says dominie.\\nli 0, I am going to take care of it for you, says Bogus;\\nand off he goes.\\nThe dominie hauls in his head, and the boys haul in\\nthe rest of his honey and fowls.\\nAt noon we pitched our camp in a gentleman s door-\\nyard. We did nothing more to-day, and had a bully night s\\nrest. Next morning the general gave orders for the fifty-\\nsixth to go out foraging. Captain Smith headed the party,\\nnumbering forty or fifty. We started for the plantation of a\\nMr. Field, a strong secessionist. On arriving at his house the\\ncaptain halted and fronted us, and then went up to Field and\\ntold him that we wanted some of his stock for government\\nuse. He told the captain to help himself to what he wanted.\\nThe captain then divided the squad into two equal parts, one\\nto capture and bring in stock, the other party to act as re-\\nserve and guard. Well, this fun lasted about aii hour, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0504.jp2"}, "503": {"fulltext": "EXPLOITS OF A FORAGING PARTY.\\n429\\nI caught but one old setting ben, and my sides a^hod with\\njaughter. The ground was thickly strewn with dead poul-\\ntry, for the boys soon learned to kill their birds, and they\\nnow set about picking them up. The captain started twenty\\nmen back to camp with the plunder. The rest of us went to\\nanother house, but luckily for somebody, it was deserted.\\nFarther on was to be seen another house. The first glance,\\non arriving at the place, told us that these folks were poor.\\nCaptain went to speak to an old woman, who came to the\\ndoor. I went to the negro quarters, and found by inquiry,\\nthat the old lady had long been a widow, that she was very\\npoor, and had three sons in the rebel army. One had been\\nkilled in the battle before Eichmond. The boys now com-\\nmenced a war on the poultry, and I was determined that all\\nthe fowls should be spared to the old lady. There she\\nstood in the door with clasped hands, her gray hair looking\\nout from underneath the wide border of her cap. A pretty\\nlittle girl of five or six years (a grandchild), with golden\\nhair in curls, stood near, clinging to the old lady s skirt, and\\ntrying to get her in and shut the door. The boys were bent\\non having the poultry, and as Captain Smith had not for-\\nbidden it, they took every thing. Here I did one of the\\nmeanest acts that I ever did in all my life. It was this\\nafter trying to save the old lady s property, I caught a duck\\nand wrung its neck before her eyes. Never shall I forget\\nthe look she gave me. She thought me to be her only\\nfriend before this but now I, too, had proved an enemy.\\n0, how her heart sunk within her She sank down into a\\nchair, and gave herself up to the loudest lamentations. I\\ncan reconcile myself to take property from rich secessionists\\nfor the government, but now I am down on robbing poor\\nle s hen-roosts.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0505.jp2"}, "504": {"fulltext": "430\\nTHE BRA YE DRUMMER BOY.\\nTHE BEAYE DEUMMEE BOY.\\nThe battle of Fredericksburg was attended bj many\\nmemorable instances of individual heroism. It is known\\nthat, for several days, a curtain of thick fog rose up from the\\nwaters of the Eappahanaock, completely hiding from view\\nthe artillery that crowned the opposite hills, and the infantry\\nthat crowded the sheltering ravines. But the preparatioo\\nfor the great fight, so hopefully commenced, was continued\\namid the thunder of cannon and the eruptions of exploding\\nbatteries.\\nThe hazardous work of laying the pontoon bridges was\\nfrequently interrupted by the murderous fire of Confederate\\nsharpshooters, concealed in the stores and dwelling-houses\\non the banks of the river. To dislodge these men, and\\ndrive them out of their hiding-places, seemed an impossible\\ntask. At a given signal, the Union batteries opened with a\\nterrific fire upon the city, crashing through the walls of\\nhouses and public buildings. But in this storm of shot and\\nshell, which ploughed the streets, and set the buildings on\\nfire, the sharpshooters survived, like salamanders in the\\nflames, and continued to pour a deadly fire upon the Federal\\nengineers and bridge- builders.\\nIn this dilemma it became evident that the bridges could\\nnot be laid except by a bold dash. Yolunteers were called\\nfor to cross in small boats forthwith, hundreds stepped for-\\nward and offered their services. One hundred men were\\nchosen, and at once started for the boats. Eobert Henry\\nIlendershot was then a member of the eighth Michigan\\nacting as drummer-boy. Seeing a part of the Michigan\\nseventh preparing to cross the river, he ran ahead, and\\nleaped into the boat. One of the officers ordered him out,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0506.jp2"}, "505": {"fulltext": "THE BRAVE DRUMMER BOY.\\n431\\nsaying he would be shot. The boy replied that he didn t\\ncare, that he was willing to die for his country. When the\\nboy found that the captain would not permit him to remain\\nin the boat, he begged the privilege of pushing the boat otrj\\nand the request was granted. Whereupon, instead of remain-\\ning on shore, he clung to the stern of the boat, and, sub-\\nmerged to the waist in water, he crossed the Eappahannock\\nSoon as he landed, a fragment of a shell struck his old\\ndrum, and knocked it to pieces. Picking up a musket, he\\nwent in search of relics, and obtained a secesh flag, a clock,\\na knife, and a bone ring. On opening a back door in one of\\nthe enemy s houses, he found a Confederate wounded in the\\nhand, and ordered him to surrender. He did so, and was\\ntaken by the boy- soldier to the seventh Michigan. When\\nthe drummer boy recrossed the river from Fredericksburg,\\nGeneral Burnside said to him, in the presence of the army\\nBoy, I glory in your spunk if you keep on this way a\\nfew more years, you will be in my place.\\nEobert is a native of New York, but moved with his\\nparents to Michigan when he was an infant. His father died,\\nleaving the mother in destitute circumstances, and with a\\nfamily of four children to support and educate. Bob went\\nfrom Jackson (Michigan) to Detroit, with Captain Deland, in\\nthe capacity of waiter in the ninth Michigan. With that\\nregiment he went to Louisville, West Point, Kentucky, and\\nElizabethtown, Kentucky, at the last named place, being\\nappointed drummer boy. Subsequently he was in six battles,\\nnamely, Lebanon, Murfreesboro, Chattanooga, Shelbyville,\\nMcMinnville, and Fredericksburg. At the battle of Mur-\\nfreesboro, where the Union forces were taken by surprise,\\nbefore daylight, in the morning, after beating the long-roll,\\nand pulling the flfer out of bed to assist him, he threw aside", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0507.jp2"}, "506": {"fulltext": "432 MISS MAJOR CUSHMAN AMONG HER CAPTORS.\\nhis drum, and seizing a gun, fired sixteen rounds at the\\nenemy from the window of the court-house in which his\\nregiment was quartered but the Union men were compelled\\nto surrender, and they were all taken prisoners, though\\nimmediately paroled, and afterwards sent to Camp Chase,\\nOhio Soon as the news came from the Kappahannoek that\\nBob had lost his drum in that terrible tempest of fire and\\niron, the New York Tribune Association promised to make\\ngood his loss and give him a new drum. If ever a little\\nfellow deserved both drum and drumsticks, it was Eobert\\nHendershot, the gallant little western drummer boy, whose\\nspunk elicited the admiration of Burnside.\\nMISS MA JOE CUSHMAN AMONG- HEE CAPTOES.\\nSome of the experiences of that remarkable woman, Miss\\nMajor Pauline Cushmau, the Federal scout and spy, are\\nequal to any thing found in the pages of romance. They\\nare of the most thrilling character. Indeed, among the\\nwomen of America who made themselves famous during the\\nopening of the rebellion, few have suffered more, or ren-\\ndered more service to the Union cause, than she.\\nAt the commencement of hostilities, Miss Cushman resided\\nin Cleveland, Ohio, and was quite well known as a clever\\nactress. From Cleveland she went to Louisville, where she\\nhad an engagement in Wood s theatre. Here, by her inti-\\nmacy with certain rebel officers, she incurred the suspicion\\nof being a secessionist, and was arrested by the Federal\\nauthorities. She indignantly denied that she was disloyal,\\nalthough born at the south, and having a brother in a seces-\\nsion Mississippi regiment.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0508.jp2"}, "507": {"fulltext": "MISS MAJOR CU3HMAN AMONG HER CAPTORS. 433\\nIii order to test her love for the old flag, she was asked if\\nshe would enter the secret service of the government. She\\nreadily consented, and was at once employed to carry letters\\nbetween Louisville and Nashville. She was subsequently\\nemployed by General Eosecrans, and was for many months\\nwith the army of the Cumberland. She visited the enemy s\\nlines time after time, and was thoroughly acquainted with\\nall the country and roads in Tennessee, Northern Georgia,\\nAlabama and Mississippi, in which sections she rendered the\\nFederal armies invaluable service.\\nTwice was she suspected of being a spy, and taken pris-\\noner, but managed to escape. At last, however, she was not\\nso fortunate. After the Union forces had captured Nashville,\\nMajor Cushman made a scout toward Shelby ville, to obtain\\ninformation of the strength and position of the enemy, and\\nwhile returning to Nashville, was captured eleven miles from\\nthat city. She was placed on a horse, and, in charge of two\\nscouts, was being taken to Spring Hill, the headquarters of\\nForrest. While thus on her way to that place, she feigned\\nsickness and said she could not travel any fuj cher without\\nfalling from her horse. Her captors stopped at a house on\\nthe roadside, when ii was ascertained that a Federal scouting\\nparty had passed the place an hour before. Knowing thai\\nher guards had important papers for General Bragg, the\\nquick-witted spy seized the fact and- schemed to use it to her\\nadvantage.\\nSeeing an old negro, who appeared to commiserate her\\nunfortunate plight, she watched her opportunity and placed\\nten dollars of Tennessee money in his hand, saying\\nEun up the road, Uncle, and come back in a few min-\\nutes, telling us that four hundred Federals are coming down\\nthe street.\\n26", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0509.jp2"}, "508": {"fulltext": "434 MISS MAJOR CUSHMAN AMONG HER CAPTORS.\\nThe faithful negro obeyed the order literally, and soon\\ncame back in the greatest excitement, telling the story.\\nThe two 1 rebs told him he lied. The old colored man got\\ndown imploringly npon bis knees, saying\\nmassa, dey s comin, sure nuff de Lord help us, dey is\\ncomin\\nThe scouts at this believed his story, mounted their horses,\\nand skedadled for the woods. Miss Cushman, seizing a\\npistol belonging to a wounded soldier in the house, also\\nmounted her horse and fled toward Franklin. She travelled\\nthrough the rain, and, after nightfall, lost her way. Soon\\ncame the challenge of a picket, Who comes there? Think-\\ning she had reached the enemy s line, she said, A friend of\\nJeff Davis. All right, was the reply, advance and give\\nche countersign.\\nShe presented the countersign in the shape of a canteen of\\nwhiskey, She passed five pickets in this way, but the sixth\\nand last was obdurate. She pleaded that she was going to\\nsee a sick uncle at Franklin, but the sentry couldn t see it. 7\\nSick and disheartened she turned back. Seeing; a light at a\\nfarm-house she sought shelter. An old man received her\\nkindly, showed her a room, and said he would awake her at\\nan early hour in the morning, and show her the road to\\nFranklin.\\nA loud knock awoke her in the morning from her lethean\\nslumbers, and upon arousing, she found her horse saddled,\\nand the two guards from whom she had escaped the previous\\nafternoon She was taken to the headquarters of Forrest,\\nand, after a critical examination, he sent her to General\\nBragg. Nothing could be found against her, until a seces-\\nsion woman stole her gaiters, under the inner sole of which\\nwere found important documents which clearly proved her", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0510.jp2"}, "509": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0511.jp2"}, "510": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0512.jp2"}, "511": {"fulltext": "", "height": "1996", "width": "2176", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0513.jp2"}, "512": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0514.jp2"}, "513": {"fulltext": "ROSECRANS ORDERLY SERGEANT.\\n435\\nto be a spy. She was tried and condemned to be executed\\nas such, but being sick, her execution was postponed. She\\nfinally, after lying in prison some three months, sent for\\nGeneral Bragg, and asked him if he had no mercy. She\\nreceived from him the comforting assurance that he should\\nmake an example of her, and that he should hang her as\\nsoon as she got well enough to be hung decently.\\nWhile in this state of suspense, the grand army of Rose-\\ncrans commenced its forward movement, and one fine day\\nthe secession town where she was imprisoned, was surprised\\nand captured, and the heroine of this tale was, to her great\\njoy, released.\\nROSECRAXS ORDERLY SERGEANT DELIVERED\\nOF A BABY IN CAMP.\\nThe following order, as unique in its way as any that\\nthe war gave rise to, can be best explained if any further\\nexplanation be needed by Major- General Rosecrans\\nHeadquarters, Department of the Cumberland.\\nApril 17, 1863.\\nGexePwAL The general commanding directs me to call\\nyour attention to a flagrant outrage committed in your com-\\nmand, a person having been admitted inside your fines,\\nwithout a pass, and in violation of orders. The case is one\\nwhich calls for your personal attention, and the general com-\\nmanding directs that you deal with the offending party or\\nparties according to law.\\nThe medical director reports that an orderly sergeant in\\nBrigadier- General s division ivas to-day delivered of a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0515.jp2"}, "514": {"fulltext": "436\\nESCAPING FROil PRISON.\\nbahj, which is in violation of all military law and of the\\narmy regulations. No such case has been known since the\\ndays of Jupiter.\\nYou will apply the proper punishment in this case, and\\na remedy to prevent a repetition of the act.\\nESCAPING FEOM PRISON.\\nOne of the neatest sells was that practiced by Mr. Rich\\nardson, (the brilliant writer for the New York Tribune) upon\\nthe prison-guard at Salisbury, North Carolina, when he Mr.\\nR., made his escape from that southern domicil, together\\nwith some similarly situated comrades. In Mr. Richardson s\\naccount of his unique experience in this matter, he says\\nBoth Junius and our esteemed collaborator, Mr. William\\nE. Davis, of the Cincinnati Gazette, had been furnished with\\npasses to visit, during the day, a rebel hospital, outside the\\nfence and inner line of guards, to order in medical supplies\\nfor the prisoners. The inflexible rule was, to exact paroles\\nwhenever passes were granted, but in the confusion attend-\\nant upon the great influx of prisoners, the authorities had\\nneglected to require them. None of us would have given\\nparoles in any event but my friends had the good fortune\\nnot to be asked for them.\\nOn that Sunday evening, half an hour before dark the\\nlatest hour they could pass the guard they both went out-\\nside as usual to the rebel hospital. A few minutes after,\\ntaking in my hand a great box full of the bottles in which\\nmedicines were brought in, I, too, walked rapidly up to the\\ngate, while a dozen friends, in the secret, were looking on to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0516.jp2"}, "515": {"fulltext": "BEFORE YICKSBURG.\\n437\\nsee the result I attempted to pass the sentinel, but he halted\\nme, and asked\\nHave yma pass, sir\\nCertainly I have a pass, I answered. Have you not\\nseen it often enough to remember by this time\\nYery likely, he answered, a little nonplussed, but 1\\nwas not quite sure, and our orders are very strict.\\nThereupon I exhibited to him the genuine pass belonging\\nto my colleague, whose face was so well known to the sen-\\ntinel though not his name, as the event proved that he\\nhad been able to go out without showing it. The soldier\\nexamined it, reading slowly and with difficulty, Guards will\\npermit Junius H. Browne, citizen-prisoner, to pass the inner\\ngate, to bring in medical supplies and then returned it,\\nsaying All right, sir that pass is correct, for I know\\nCaptain Fuqua s handwriting.\\nOnce outside, I hid the medical box behind the fence, and\\nfound refuge in a little outbuilding until dark. My two\\nfriends there joined me and we walked through the outer\\ngate into the streets in full view of the guard, who, seeing\\nus come from the rebel hospital, supposed us to be surgeons\\nor their assistants.\\nBy skilful movements the escape, so ingeniously com-\\nmenced, was carried out to complete success.\\nBEFOEE VICKSBUKGk\\nThe president has recently appointed to the Naval School\\nat. Newport a little drummer-boy of the fifty-fifth Illinois\\nVolunteers, whose case was brought before him by Major", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0517.jp2"}, "516": {"fulltext": "438\\nBEFORE YICKSBURG.\\nGeneral W. T. Sherman in the following lette.-. Truly, the\\nletter does as much honor to the distinguished major-general,\\nwho could pause in the midst of the duties of a great\\ncampaign to pay such tribute to a drummer-boy, as it does to\\nthe little hero whom it celebrates\\nHead-Quarters fifteenth Army Corps,\\nCamp on Bia Black River, August 8, 1863.)\\nHon. E. M. Stanton, Secretary of War\\nSir: I take the liberty of asking through you that\\nsomething be done for a lad named Orion P. Howe, of\\nWaukegan, Illinois, who belongs to the fifty -fifth Illinois, but\\nat present at home wounded. I think he is too young for\\nWest Point, but would be the very thing for a midshipman.\\nWhen the assault at Yicksburg was at its height, on the\\nnineteenth of May, and I was in front near the road, which\\nformed my line of attack, this young lad came up to me,\\nwounded and bleeding, with a good, healthy boy s cry,\\nGeneral Sherman, send some cartridges to Colonel Malm-\\nborg the men are nearly all out. What is the matter, my\\nboy They shot me in the leg, sir but I can go to the\\nhospital. Send the cartridges right away. Even where we\\nstood the shot fell thick, and I told him to go to the rear at\\nonce, I would attend to the cartridges and off he limped.\\nJust before he disappeared on the hill, he turned, and called,\\nas loud as he could, Calibre 54. I have not seen the lad\\nsince, and his colonel (Malmborg), on inquiry, gives me the\\naddress as above, and says he is a bright intelligent boy, with\\na fair preliminary education.\\na What arrested my attention then was and what renewed\\nmy memory of the fact now is that one so young, carrying\\na musket-ball through his leg, should have found his w/\\\\y to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0518.jp2"}, "517": {"fulltext": "BEFORE VICKSBURG. 439\\nme on that fatal spot, and delivered his message, not forgetting\\nthe very important part, even the calibre of his musket 54\\nwhich, you know, is an unusual one.\\nI ll warrant the boy has in him the elements of a man,\\nand I commend him to the government qs one worthy the\\nfostering care of some one of its national institutions.\\nI am, with respect, your obedient servant,\\nW. T. Sherman.\\nl Major- General commanding\\nWhile Sherman stood beneath the hottest fire\\nThat from the lines of Yicksburg gleam d,\\nAnd bomb-shells tumbled in their smoky gyre,\\nAnd grape-shot hiss d, and case-shot scream d\\nBack from the front there came,\\nWeeping and sorely lame,\\nThe merest child, the r oungest face,\\nMan ever saw in such a fearful place.\\nStifling his tears, he limp d his chief to meet\\nBut, when he paused and tottering stood,\\nAround the circle of his little feet\\nThere spread a pool of bright young blood.\\nShock d at his doleful case,\\nSherman cried, Halt front face\\nWho are you speak, my gallant boy\\nA drummer, sir, fifty-fifth Illinois.\\nAre you not hit That s nothing. Only send\\nSome cartridges. Our men are out,\\nAnd the foe press us. But, my little friend\\nDon t mind me Did you hear that shout\\nWhat if our men be driven\\nOh, for the love of heaven,\\nSend to my colonel, general dear\\nBut you Oh, I shall easily find the rear.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0519.jp2"}, "518": {"fulltext": "440 THE BELGIAN MUSKETS.\\nI ll see to that, cried Sherman and a drop,\\nAngels might envy, dimm d his eye,\\nAs the boy, toiling toward the hill s hard top\\nTurn d round, and, with his shrill child s cry,\\nShouted, Oh, don t forget\\nWe ll win the battle yet\\nBut let our soldiers have some more\\nMore cartridges, sir, calibre fifty-four\\nTHE BELGIAN MUSKETS.\\nAn Illinois colonel felt it his duty to praise these double-\\nicting arms. Said he, In platoon firing with the Belgian\\nmusket, I can tell what I cannot with any other, and that is\\nnow many pieces have been fired.\\nHow can you tell that\\nO, count the men on the ground. It never deceives me.\\nIt is fire and fall back? flat.\\n11 One of these Belgian muskets will kick like a mule, and\\nburst with the greatest facility. Several soldiers in our\\nIllinois regiments have been killed in this way. The bayo-\\nnet, too, is a novelty a soft iron affair, apparently designed\\nf ;0 coil round the enemy, as it is introduced, thus taking\\nhim prisoner.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0520.jp2"}, "519": {"fulltext": "HONORABLE COMMENDATION.\\n441\\nHONOKABLE COMMENDATION INSTEAD OF\\nIGNOMINIOUS DEATH.\\nIt appears that information reached the President that a\\nyoung man belonging to the Army of the Potomac had been\\nsentenced by court martial to be shot for desertion. The\\nboy was doomed to die in a few hours when the dis-\\npatch was received. A telegram was sent to General Meade,\\nsuspending the execution of the sentence. An examina-\\ntion of the case was ordered by the President, when it\\nwas ascertained that the young man ought, in justice, to\\nhave been promoted long ago for gallant and meritorious\\nservice, instead of being shot It was proved that upon the\\nmarch of the Army of the Potomac toward Maryland, on\\nthe occasion of General Lee s first raid northward, the young\\nman in question became exhausted and fell out of the ranks,\\nand, as soon as he recovered, he proceeded on after his regi-\\nment, but not finding it, and there being no time to lose, he\\nfell into the ranks of another regiment and fought gallantly\\nat South Mountain and Antietam, and was wounded in the\\nlast named battle. He was sent to the hospital, which fact,\\nowing to the absence of a proper system in such cases, did\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2not reach the officers of his regiment. At last he was\\narrested as a deserter, tried condemned, and was about to be\\nshot, when, by the interference of the executive, his life was\\nsaved, and a young man hastily doomed to an ignominious\\ndeath was suddenly restored to honor.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0521.jp2"}, "520": {"fulltext": "4-12 ANNIE LILLYBEJDGE AND LIEUTENANT TV-\\nANNIE LILLYBBIDGE AND LIEUTENANT W\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nAnnie Lillybrldge, of Detroit, was for Union, and in\\nfavor of the hardships and dangers of war, if need be, to\\nsecure that end. She courted, rather than shrank from,\\nthose hardships, and bared her breast to rebel bullets.\\nAccording to Annie s account, her parents resided in\\nHamilton, Canada West. In the spring of 1862, she was\\nemployed in a dry goods store in Detroit, where she became\\nacquainted with Lieutenant W of one of the Michigan\\nregiments, and an intimacy immediately sprang up between\\nthem. They corresponded for some time, and became much\\nattached to each other. But during the ensuing summer\\nseason, Lieutenant W was appointed to a position in the\\ntwenty-first Michigan infantry, then rendezvousing in Ionia\\ncounty.\\nThe thought of parting from the gay lieutenant nearly\\ndrove Annie mad, and she resolved to share his dangers and\\nbe near him. No sooner had she resolved upon this course\\nthan she .proceeded to act. Purchasing male attire she vis-\\nited Ionia, and enlisted in Captain Kavanagh s company,\\ntwenty-first regiment. While in camp she managed to keep\\nher secret from all not even the object of her attachments\\nwho met her every day,, was aware of her presence so near\\nhim.\\nAnnie left with her regiment for Kentucky, passed\\nthrough all the dangers and temptations of a camp-life,\\nendured long marches, and slept on the cold ground all\\nwithout a murmur. At last, before the battle of Pea Eidge,\\nin which her regiment took part, her sex was curiously dis-\\ncovered by a member of her company, upon, whom she laid\\nthe injunction of secresy, after relating to him her previous\\nhistory.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0522.jp2"}, "521": {"fulltext": "ANNIE LILLYBRIDGE AND LIEUTENANT W 443\\nOn the following day she was under fire, and from a letter\\nin her possession, it appears she behaved with marked\\ngallantry, and by her own hand shot a rebel captain who was\\nin the act of firing upon Lieutenant W But the fear of\\nrevealing her sex continually haunted her.\\nAfter the battle, she was sent out with others, to collect\\nthe wounded, and one of the first corpses found by her was\\nthe soldier who had discovered her sex. Days and weeks\\npassed on, and she became a universal favorite with the regi-\\nment so much so, that her colonel, Stephens, frequently\\ndetailed her as regimental clerk a position that brought\\nher in close contact with her lover, who, at this time, was\\nmajor, or adjutant, of the regiment.\\nA few weeks subsequently she was out on picket duty,\\nwhen she received a shot in the arm that disabled her, and\\nnotwithstanding the efforts of the surgeon, her wound grew\\nworse from day to day. She was sent to the hospital at\\nLouisville, where she remained several months, when she\\nwas discharged by the post surgeon, as her arm was stiffened\\nand useless.\\nAnnie implored to be permitted to return to her regiment,\\nbut the surgeon was unyielding, and discharged her. Annie\\nimmediately hurried toward home. At Cincinnati she told\\nher secret to a benevolent lady, and was supplied with female\\nattire. She declared she would enlist in her old regiment\\nagain, if there was a recruiting officer for the twenty-first in\\nMichigan. She still clung to the lieutenant said she must\\nbe near him if he fell, or was taken down sick that where\\nhe went she would go and when he died, she would end\\nher life by her own hands.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0523.jp2"}, "522": {"fulltext": "SCOTT AND THE VETERAN\\nRATHER BE A SOLDIER S WIDOW THAN A\\nCOWARD S WIFE.\\nOne day a poor wounded soldier on crutches entered one\\nof the New York city railway cars, which on this occasion\\nhappened to be occupied mainly by women. One of them\\nconsiderately arose and gave the wounded man a place. Her\\nneighbor, seeming to be scandalized by this abdication of\\nfeminine privileges, asked her if it were possible that she\\nhad voluntarily resigned her seat to that man. She\\nreplied she had and she had a husband who was a soldier\\nin the Union army, and that she had done only what she\\nwould wish others would do for him in a similar situation.\\nThe other replied that she had no husband in the Union\\narmy, and was glad of it. Well, retorted the true Ameri-\\ncan wife, I would rather be a soldier s widow than a coward s\\nwife: 1\\nSCOTT AND THE VETERAN.\\nAn old and crippled veteran to the War Department came\\nHe sought the chief who led him on many a field of fame,\\nThe chief who shouted, Forward where er his banner rose,\\nAnd bore its stars in triumph behind the flying foes.\\nHave you forgotten, general, the batter d soldier cried,\\nThe days of eighteen hundred twelve, when I was at your\\nside\\nHave you forgotten Johnson, that fought at Lundy s Lane\\nTis true I m old and pension d; but I want to fight again. M", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0524.jp2"}, "523": {"fulltext": "SCOTT AND THE VETERAN.\\nHave I forgotten, said the chief, my brave old soldier?\\nNo!\\nAnd here s the hand I gave you then, and let it tell you so\\nBut you have done your share, my friend you re crippled, old,\\nand gray,\\nAnd we have need of younger arms and fresher blood to-day.\\nBut, general, cried the veteran, a flush upon his brow,\\nThe very men who fought with us, they say, are traitors now.\\nThey ve torn the flag of Lundy s Lane, our old Bed, White,\\nand Blue\\nAnd, while a drop of blood is left, I ll show that drop is true.\\nI m not so weak but I can strike, and IVe a good old gun,\\nTo get the range of traitors hearts and pick them one by one.\\nYour minie rifles and such arms it a n t worth while to try\\nI couldn t get the hang of them but I ll keep my powder\\ndry!\\nGod bless you comrade! said the chief; God bless your\\nloyal, heart\\nBut j^ounger men are in the field, and claim to have their part\\nThey ll plant our sacred banner in each rebellious town,\\nAnd woe henceforth to any hand that dares to pull it down\\nBut, general, still persisting, the weeping veteran cried,\\nI m young enough to follow, so long as you re my guide\\nAnd some, you know, must bite the dust, and that at least\\ncan I\\nSo give the young ones a place to fight, but me a place to die\\nIf they should fire on Pickens, let the colonel in command\\nPut me upon the rampart, with the flag-staff in my hand\\nNo odds how hot the cannon smoke, or how the shells may\\nfly,\\nI ll hold the Stars and Stripes aloft* and hold them till I die", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0525.jp2"}, "524": {"fulltext": "446 FLIGHT, CAPTURE, AND DEATH OF BOOTH.\\nI m /eady, general, so you let a post to me be given\\nWhere Washington can see me, as he looks from highest heaven,\\nAnd says to Putnam at his side, or may-be General Wayne,\\nThere stands old Billy Johnson, that fought at Lundy s Lane l\\nAnd when the fight is hottest, before the traitors fly\\nWhen shell and ball are screeching and bursting in the sky,\\nIf any shot should hit me, and lay me on my face,\\nMy soul would go to Washington s and not to Arnold s place.\\nFLIGHT, CAPTURE, AND DEATH OF BOOTH.\\nAftee eleven days had transpired since the death of the\\nPresident, bis murderer, John Wilkes Booth, was discovered\\nin a barn, on Garrett s farm, near Port Eoyal, on the Eappa-\\nhannock. Immediately after the murder, Colonel Baker, of\\nthe detective service, set out to find Booth s hiding-place.\\nHe soon succeeded in capturing Atzerodt, the would-be\\nassassin of Yice-President Johnson, and Dr. Mudd. It was\\nDr. Mudd, w r ho attended to Booth s leg, crippled by his\\ngetting entangled with the flag that decorated the President s\\nbox, and a boot with Booth s name in it was found in his\\npossession. A negro was then arrested, who said he had\\nseen Booth and another man cross the Potomac in a fishing-\\nboat. Colonel Baker sent to General Hancock for twenty-\\nfive mounted men to aid him in the pursuit. These were\\nsent under Lieutenant Dougherty, and Baker placed them\\nunder the control of Lieutenant- Colonel Conger, and of his\\ncousin, Lieutenant L. B. Baker, and dispatched them to\\nBelle Plain, with orders to scour the country about Port\\nRoyal.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0526.jp2"}, "525": {"fulltext": "FLIGHT, CAPTURE, AND DEATH OF BOOTH. 447\\nThe detectives and cavalrymen left Washington at two\\nr xi., on the 23d of Apri and at ten o clock disembarked at\\nBolle Plain, near Fredericksburg. Here they commenced\\nth-jir inquest, but without any result. The next morning\\nthoy came to Port Royal ferry and crossed. At Port Eoyal\\nthey found one Eollins, a fisherman, who referred them to a\\nnegro, named Lucas, as having driven two men a short dis-\\ntance toward Bowling Green, in a wagon. These men per\\nfect Jy answered the description of Booth and his accomplice\\nHarold. Some disbanded men, it was learned, belonging to\\nMosby s command, took Booth under their protection on the\\nway to Bowling Green. On the 25th, Baker and his party\\nproceeded to Bowling Green, a small court-house town in\\nCaroline county. Here they found the captain of the rebel\\ncavalry, and extorted from him a statement of Booth s\\nhiding-place. It was found that this was at the house of\\na Mr. Garrett, which they had passed on their way to Bowl-\\ning Green.\\nEeturning with the captair for a guide, the worn-out com-\\nmand halted at Garrett s gate, at two o clock on the morning\\nof the 26th. Without noise the house was surrounded, and\\nBaker went up to the kitchen door, on the side, and rapped.\\nAn old man, in half undress, undrew the bolts, and had\\nscarcely opened the door before Baker had him by the\\nthroat, with a pistol at his ear, and asked, Where are the\\nmen who stay with you Under the menace of instant\\ndeath, the old man seemed paralyzed, but at Baker s order lit\\na candle. The question was then repeated. They are\\ngone, replied the old man. Soon a young boy appeared,\\nand told Baker the men he sought were in the barn. The\\nbarn was then surrounded. Baker and Conger went to the\\ndoor. The former called out, signifying his intention to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0527.jp2"}, "526": {"fulltext": "4-iS FLIGHT. CAPTURE, AND DEATH CF BOOTH.\\nhave a surrender oil the part of the men inside, or else to fire\\nthe barn, and shoot thera on the spot. The young boy was\\nsent in to receive their arms. To the boy s appeal, Booth\\nanswered with a curse, accusing the boy of having betrayed\\nhim. The boy then came out, and Baker repeated his\\ndemand, giving Booth five minutes to make up his mind.\\nBooth replied\\nTV ho are you, and what do you want with us\\nT*Te want you to deliver up your arms and become our\\nprisoners, said Baker.\\nBut who are you\\nu That makes no difference. We know who you are, and\\nwe want you. TTe have here fifty men with carb-ues and\\npistols. You cannot escape.\\nAfter a pause, Booth said u Captain, this is a hard case, I\\nswear. Perhaps I am being taken by my own friends He\\nthen asked time to consider, which was granted. After a\\nlittle interval, Baker threatened to fire the barn, if they did\\nnot come out. Booth replied that he was a cripple, and\\nbegged a chance for his life, declaring that he would fight\\nthem all at so many yards space, and that he would never be\\ntaken alive. Baker replied that he did not come there to fight,\\nbut to capture him, and again threatened to fire the barn.\\nWell, then, my brave boys, said Booth, prepare a\\nstretcher for me.\\nHarold now wanted to surrender, and, in the midst of a\\nshower of imprecations from Booth, did so. Conger then\\nset fire to the barn.\\nThe blaze lit up the black recesses of the great barn till\\nevery wasp s nest and cobweb in the roof was luminous,\\nflinging streaks of red and violet across the tumbled farm\\ngear in the corner, and bathed the murderer s retreat in a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0528.jp2"}, "527": {"fulltext": "FLIGHT, CAPTURE, AND DEATH OF BOOTH. 449\\nrivid illumination, and while in bold outline his figure stood\\nTevealed, they rose like an impenetrable wall, to guard from\\nsight the dreaded enemy who lit them. Behind the blaze,\\nwith his eye to a crack, Conger saw Wilkes Booth stand-\\ning upright upon a crutch. He likens him, at this instant,\\nto his eminent brother, Edwin, whom he says he so much\\nresembled that he half believed, for the moment, the whole\\npursuit to have been a mistake. At the gleam of fire, Wilkes\\ndropped his crutch and carbine, and on both hands crept up\\nto the spot to espy the incendiary and shoot him dead. His\\neyes were lustrous like fever, and swelled and rolled in\\nterrible anxiety, while his teeth were fixed, and he wore the\\nexpression of one in the calmness before frenzy. In vain he\\npeered with vengeance in his look the blaze that made him\\nvisible, concealed his enemy. A second he turned glaring\\nat the fire, as if to leap upon and extinguish it, but the flames\\nhad made such headway that this was a futile impulse, and\\nhe dismissed it. As calmly as upon the battle-field a veteran\\nstands amidst the hail of ball and shell and plunging iron,\\nBooth turned at a man s stride, and pushed for the door,\\ncarbine in poise, and the last resolve of death despair set\\non his high, bloodless forehead.\\nAt this instant, Sergeant Boston Corbett fired through a\\ncrevice and shot Booth in the neck. They then took him\\nup and carried him out on the grass, a little way from the\\ndoor, beneath a locust tree. Conger went back to the barn,\\nto see if the fire could be put out, but found it could not, and\\nreturned to were Booth was lying. Before this (says Lieu-\\ntenant-Colonel Conger), I supposed him to be dead he had\\nall the appearance of a dead man but when I came back his\\neyes and mouth were moving. I called immediately for\\nwater and put some on his face He seemed to revive, and\\n29", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0529.jp2"}, "528": {"fulltext": "450 FLIGHT, CAPTURE, AND DEATH OF BOOTH.\\nattempted to speak. I put my ear down to his mouth, and\\nheard him say, Tell my mother I died for my country. I\\nrepeated the words to him and said, Is that what you would\\nsay He said, Yes. They carried him to the porch of\\nGarrett s house, and laid him on a straw bed or tick. At\\nthat time he revived considerably, and could talk in a\\nwhisper so as to be intelligibly understood. He could not\\nspeak above a whisper. He wanted water I gave it to him.\\nHe wanted to turn on his face I said he couldn t lie on his\\nface. He wanted to be turned on his side we turned him\\non his side three times, but he could not lie with any com-\\nfort, and asked immeoiately to be turned back. He asked\\nme to put my hand on his throat, and press down, which I\\ndid. He said Harder, I pressed* as hard as I thought\\nnecessary. He made a very strong exertion to cough, but\\nwas unable to do so. I suppose he thought there was blood\\nin his throat. 1 asked him to put out his tongue, which he\\ndid. I said, There is no blood in your throat. He re-\\npeated several times two or three times at least Kill me I\\nkill me I replied, I do not want to kill you. I want\\nyou to get well.\\nWhen the doctor, whom Conger had sent for, arrived,\\nBooth asked to have his hands raised and shown him. When\\nthis was done, he muttered Useless, useless! These were\\nhis last words. He died about four hours after he was shot.\\nBooth and Harold were dressed in rebel gray uniform.\\nBooth s mustache had been cut off, apparently with scissors,\\nand his beard allowed to grow, thus changing his appear-\\nance considerably. His hair had been cut somewhat shorter\\nthan he usually wore it. Being taken to Washington, a\\npost-mortem examination of the remains took place on board\\nthe monitor Montauk, the body being laid out on a carpen-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0530.jp2"}, "529": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF ISHMAEL DAY.\\n451\\nter s bench between the stern and turret. The shot which\\nterminated his life entered on the left side, at the back of the\\nneck, a point not far different from that in which his victim,\\nthe lamented President, was shot.\\nOn the night of the 27th of April, a small row-boat\\nreceived the remains of the assassin, and no one save two\\nmen sworn to irrevocable secrecy it is said, knows the\\nplace or manner of his sepulture.\\nThe capture and solemn trial of the other accomplices and\\nconspirators in the great crime of simultaneously murdering\\nthe President, Yice-President, Secretary of State, Secretary\\nof War, and Lieutenant-General Grant viz. the Surratts,\\nmother and son, Payne, Atzerodt, Harold, O Loughlin,\\nArnold, etc. constitute the remainder of this darkest chap-\\nter in the annals of human crime. Four of these expiated\\ntheir crime on the gallows, and the blood of the martyred\\nPresident was avenged.\\nTHE BALLAD OP ISHMAEL DAY.\\nOne summer morning a daring band\\nOf rebels rode into Maryland,\\nOver the prosperous peaceful farms,\\nSending terror and strange alarms,\\nThe clatter of hoofs and the clang of arms.\\nFresh from the South, where the hungry pine,\\nThey ate like Pharaoh s starving kine;\\nThey swept the land like devouring surge,\\nAnd left their path, to its furthest verge,\\nBare as the track of the locust-scourge.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0531.jp2"}, "530": {"fulltext": "452\\nTHE BALLAD OF ISHMAEL DAY.\\nThe rebels are coming, far and near\\nRang the tidings of dread and fear\\nSome paled, and cowered, and sought to hide;\\nSome stood erect in their fearless pride\\nAnd women shuddered, and children criod.\\nBut others vipers in human form,\\nStinging the bosom that kept them warm\\nWelcomed with triumph the thievish band,\\nHurried to offer the friendly hand\\nAs the rebels rode into Maryland,\\nMade them merry with food and wine,\\nClad them in garments rich and fine,\\nFor rags and hunger to make amends,\\nFlattered them, praised them with selfish ends s\\nLeave us scathless, for we are friends\\nCould traitors trust a traitor No\\nLittle they favored friend or foe,\\nBut gathered the cattle the farms across,\\nFlinging back, with a scornful toss\\nw If ye are friends, ye can bear the loss I\\nFlushed with triumph, and wine, and prey,\\nThey neared the dwelling of Ishmael Day,\\nA sturdy veteran, gray and old,\\nWith heart of a patriot, firm and bold,\\nStrong and steadfast unbribed, unsold.\\nAnd Ishmael Day, his brave head bare,\\nHis white locks tossed by the morning air,\\nFearless of danger, or death, or scars,\\nWent out to raise, by the farm-yard bars,\\nThe dear old flag of the Stripes and Stars.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0532.jp2"}, "531": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF ISHMAEL DAT.\\n453\\nProudly, steadily, up it flew,\\nGorgeous with crimson, and white, and blue\\nHis withered hand, as he shook it freer,\\nMay have trembled, but not with fear,\\nWhile, shouting, the rebels drew more near.\\nu Halt They had seen the hated sign\\nFloating free from old Ishmael s line\\nLower that rag was their wrathful cry.\\nNever rung Ishmael Day s reply\\nFire, if it please you I can but die\\nOne with, a loud, defiant laugh,\\nLeft his comrades, and neared the staff.\\n11 Down came the fearless patriot s cry\\nDare to lower that flag, and die\\nOne must bleed for it you or I\\nBut caring not for the stern command,\\nHe drew the halliards with daring hand\\nPing went the rifle-ball down he came\\nUnder the flag he had tried to shame\\nOld Ishmael Day took careful aim\\nSeventy winters and three had shed\\nTheir snowy glories on Ishmael s head\\nBut though cheeks may wither, and locks grow\\ng\u00e2\u0084\u00a2y,\\nHis fame shall be fresh, and young alway\\nHo lor be to old Ishmael Day I", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0533.jp2"}, "532": {"fulltext": "PART IV\\nTHE BLUE COATS AFLOAT\\nHOW A BLOCKADE BUNNEK WAS CAUGHT.\\nThe following is a highly interesting account of a shrewd\\ntrick by which a blockade-running steamer was trapped in\\nher voyage from Nassau toward Charleston\\nThe harbor was crammed with craft of all sorts and sizes\\nthe bay was full of shipping the little streets were crowded,\\nand there was a continual stir and turmoil on the quay, all\\ntoo small for the press of traffic that daily poured in. All\\nthis animation, all this activity, had been caused by the\\nFederal blockade of the southern coast and the cheerful faces\\nof the burghers attested the fact that Nassau was the great\\nemporium for contraband of war and smuggled cotton, and\\nthat much money was being spent in the island by those\\nemployed in this gainful but perilous commerce. Wherever\\nI went, in tavern, grocery, store, or counting-house, there was\\nbut one all-engrossing topic, one common subject of interest\u00e2\u0080\u0094^\\n14\\nthe blockade. Such and such a schooner had been taken\\n454", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0534.jp2"}, "533": {"fulltext": "HOW A BLOCKADE RUNNER WAS CAUGHT. 455\\nsuch a brig had been burned, cargo and all, to keep her out\\nof Yankee hands such a droger had come in with cotton\\nsuch a steamer had got safe to Charleston, with so many\\nthousand stands of arms on board. The Black-Eyed Susan\\nhad been sunk by the United States gunboat Sloper no,\\nshe had only received four round shot in her hull, and had\\nescaped among the sand-keys. Who had insured the Delight\\nThey would lose smartly, for the vessel had been condemned,\\nwhereas the Fly-by-Night had got into Charleston securely,\\nand her freight of Blakely guns was worth twenty-three\\nthousand dollars, net profit.\\nAll this gambling and venturing, this staking of fortunes\\non the speed of a vessel, or the wariness of a captain, was\\nthrillingly exciting to the brokers, merchants, and other\\nspeculators who swarmed in the Nassau boarding-houses, and\\nwho had only a pecuniary interest in the game. And I per-\\nceived that the risks nearly balanced the favorable chances\\nthat if many escaped, many were taken and the loss of a\\nship was philosophically borne by her owners.\\nAt last he found a steamer about to sail. When do you\\nstart he asked tue captain.\\nThe commander s voice sunk to a whisper as he told me\\nthat at sunset evexy landsman must come on board, taking\\nboat at some secluded jetty, to avoid prying eyes, and using\\nall reasonable caution, since Nassau teemed with northern\\nspies. Half an hour after sundown he was to hoist a signal,\\nwhich was to be replied to and then the pilot would come\\noff, and the steamer would stand out to sea.\\nAfter dark, muttered Pritchard, with an oath, we may\\nhope to get past that Yankee thief that hangs about the\\nisland. The governor K de her keep at the distance of one\\nmarine league but she s always sneaking in now for coal", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0535.jp2"}, "534": {"fulltext": "456 HOW A BLOCKADE RUNNER WAS CAUGHT.\\nnow for bread, now because her engine s out of order and\\nthe United States consul communicates with her every day.\\nI tell you, shipmate, there isn t one of us that isn t dogged\\nup and down by rascals in Federal hire. See there that\\nmulatto hound has been after me these four days, pointing\\nto a dark complexioned fellow in the dress of a stevedore\\nwho, on seeing himself observed, as he stood under the gera-\\nnium hedge, lay down with well-feigned nonchalance, and lit\\nhis pipe.\\nI found a great deal of quiet bustle and suppressed excite-\\nment on board the Bonny -bell. The fires were banked up\\nthe swarthy faces and red shirts of the engineer and his gang\\nwore visible at the hatch of their Cyclopean den, getting a\\nbreath of the cool breeze before starting. Some brass guns,\\nthat had been hidden under fruit baskets, hencoops and tar-\\npaulins, were visible enough now and beside them lay piled\\nlittle heaps of round shot. The crew bustled to and fro, and\\nthe captain was so busy that he could but return a brief word\\nand a nod to my greeting. The sky grew darker, and sur-\\nrounding objects dimmer every instant.\\nBefore long the passengers arrived. Several southern gen-\\ntlemen, a few ladies and children, all making their way back\\nfrom Europe to their homes in Carolina or Virginia by this\\ndangerous route, and all in peril of harsh imprisonment at\\nleast, in the event of capture. By the uncertain light I could\\nsee thai most of them were pale and nervous; but they talked\\nin an undertone among themselves, and did not appear anx-\\nious to enter into conversation with strangers.\\nGet up steam!\\nBy the time the hoarse roar of the escaping vapor grew\\nloud and menacing, there was a fresh bustle on deck, and 1\\nheard the captain give orders to stand by for slipping", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0536.jp2"}, "535": {"fulltext": "HOW A BLOCKADE RUNNER WAS CAUGHT. 457\\nfrom the moorings, and to hoist the signal, as we only waited\\nfor the pilot.\\nThere they are, slick and right three red lights and a\\ngreen one murmured a tall Virginian at my elbow and\\nlooking up, I saw the colored lamps glimmer from the mast-\\nhead. Instantly they were answered bv a similar signal\\nfrom some window on shore.\\nWe ll soon see the pilot now, s^id Pritchard, rubbing\\nhis hands in a cheery manner the signal s made and\\nrepeated. In ten minutes our man will be with us. Hilloa I\\nboat ahoy what dy e want?\\nBonny-bell ahoy was the rejoinder, in a shrill, harsh\\nvoice, cautiously lowered for the occasion pilot wants to\\ncome on board.\\nThere was a stir, and a start of surprise among those on\\ndeck, and as a rope was thrown to the boatmen, Captain\\nPritchard bent over the side, exclaiming\\nYou re uncommon quick, my hearty. If you ve come\\nfrom shore since the lights were hoisted, you must be own\\ncousin to the Flying Dutchman. Are you sure you re our\\npilot?\\nI m the pilot engaged by Colonel Jeremy Carter, of\\nSpottsylvania, if that ll do, answered a very tall, bony,\\nblack-haired man, as he actively ascended the side. Zack\\nFoster s my name, and I know every inch about Charleston,\\nwhere I was raised.\\nWhile the captain, reassured by the mention of Colonel\\nCarter s name gave hasty orders to cast off the cable and go\\nahead, I in common with the rest of the passengers and the\\nunoccupied portion of the crew, looked with much interest at\\nthe new oomer. The latter was about forty years of age long\\nand lean of figure, with a hardy, sunbrowned face. Thei e", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0537.jp2"}, "536": {"fulltext": "458\\nHOW A BLOCKADE RUNNER WAS CAUGHT\\nwas no mistaking the resolute air and daring of the man; his\\nmouth was as firm as iron, though a little dry humor seemed\\nto lurk about his dps and I hardly liked the expression of\\nhis half-shut eyes, which had a lazy cunning in their dark\\nglance. Still, though dressed in a black suit of shore-going\\nclothes, and a swallow-tailed coat of antiquated cut, there\\nwas something about Mr. Zack Foster that bespoke the\\nthoroughbred seaman. He took no share in the proceed-\\nings, for his duty did not begin till we were clear of Nassau\\nroadstead; but yet he seemed impatient for the start, gnawing\\nviciously at his quid, and drumming on the taffrail with a\\nfinger that seemed as hard and brown as bronze.\\nIt was an anxious time when the Bonny-bell, under a full\\nhead of steam, went darting out of the bay; her look-outs\\nstraining their eyes to pierce the mist, and give warning to\\nthe helmsman of vessels ahead while Pritchard walked to\\nand fro, too fidgety and eager to endure conversation, listen-\\ning every instant for some sound that was to indicate that\\nthe Federal cruiser had taken the alarm. But on we went,\\nwithout check or hindrance; and we all drew our breath\\nmore freely as the lights of the town began one by one to\\nvanish, as if the sea had swallowed them, and the dark head-\\nlands faded away into obscurity. The American gunboat\\nwas neither seen nor felt, a circumstance which I did not the\\nless regret, because I perceived, not only by the display of\\nthe cannon alluded to, but by the resolute demeanor of\\nseveral of the crew, who stood grouped about a couple of\\nuncovered arm-chests, that our pigmy foe would not have\\nfound an entirely unresisting prize.\\nOne slight circumstance, hardly, as I thought, worth\\nmentioning, did occur before we had run half a mile to sea-\\nward. There came a long, faint hail, from so great a dis-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0538.jp2"}, "537": {"fulltext": "HOW A BLOCKADE RUNAER WAS CAUGHT. 459\\ntance as to be hardly distinguishable even by a sailor s\\npractised ear, but which was announced to be addressed to\\nus.\\nSome boat, with a message, perhaps, for a passenger.\\nThe lubbers deserve rope s-ending for being so late. Can I\\nlie-to safely, do you think? sa:.d Pritchard to the pilot,\\nirresolutely, and giving the word, Slacken speed I What\\nthe pilot answered, I know not. I only caught the conclud-\\ning phrase\\nYankee tricks; so, cap, you d best look sharp about\\nyou.\\nSo Pritchard thought. He gave the word to go on at full\\nspeed, and we heard no more about the matter.\\nThe run was speedy and pleasant, over a dimpling summer\\nsea, with no boisterous behavior on Neptune s part to make\\neven the lady passengers uneasy. We saw several vessels,\\nbut none of a hostile character and the voyage was as\\nagreeable and safe hitherto as any yachting excursion in\\nholiday waters. We were all disposed to be pleased, and\\nthe pilot, although a saturnine and morose personage, viewed\\nthrough this rose-colored haze of satisfaction and hope,\\nbecame a popular man on board. Captain Pritchard pro-\\nnounced him worth his weight in gold for if there were no\\ngales or rough seas to thwart our purpose, fogs were rather\\nfrequent, and here the pilot s intimate acquaintance with the\\nrocks, shoals and islands many of which were not noted\\ndown in the chart more than once saved the Bonny-bell\\nfrom an ugly thump upon some hidden obstacle. For an\\nAmerican, Zack Foster was singularly silent yet there was\\nsomething elephantine about his high forehead and narrow\\ndark eyes which suggested shrewdness rather than faculty.\\nHe did his work, answered when spoken to, but seldom\\naddressed any one.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0539.jp2"}, "538": {"fulltext": "460 HOW A BLOCKADE RUNNER WAS CAUGHT.\\nLand ho sung out the look-out man at the masthead\\nand Pritchard and the pilot, who were poring together ovei\\nthe map close to the binnacle, looked up, while the passen-\\ngers edged nearer to hear the news. Pritchard lifted his\\ntelescope, while Foster went aloft for a better view.\\nEdisto Island, as I said, cap I hailed the pilot and\\nbeyond it is the Carolina coast. We re close to home,\\ngentlemen and ladies.\\nThere was a cheer from the little group gathered near the\\nhelm, but directly afterward came two shrill cries of Sail\\nho\\nUncle Sam s barkers. We must put out a few miles yet,\\ncap, said the pilot, as he leisurely descended the rope-ladder.\\nThere were many good glasses on board, and we all gazed\\neagerly through them, and with beating hearts we recognized\\nthe portholes, the grinning cannon, the star-spangled flags,\\nand warlike display of the Federal blockading squadron, i\\nThe steamer was put about, and we stood further out, until\\nshore and ships were alike lost to view. The disappointment\\nof the passengers, who had been granted a mere glimpse of\\nthe land that to them was home, was considerable but none\\ncould doubt the prudence of delaying our entrance into\\nCharleston harbor until night should assist us in eluding the\\nhostile war-vessels. There was no going to bed on board\\nthe Bonny-bell that night we all kept to the deck, eagerly\\ngazing over the sparkling and phosphorescent sea, glimmer\\ning and glancing with St. Elmo s fires. There was a pale\\nyoung moon a mere sickle of silver in the sky and ob-\\njects were so faintly discernible that the utmost caution v* as\\nnecessary. The second mate took the helm, while the first\\nmate superintended the almost constant heaving of the lead,\\nand the captain and pilot stood on ths forecastle noting the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0540.jp2"}, "539": {"fulltext": "HOW A BLOCKADE KUNNER WAS CAUGHT. 461\\nreplies of the sailor, chanted as they were in a shrill\\nmonotone, in accordance with old custom.\\nTen fathoms sheer By the deep, nine By the mark\\nseven P called out the leadsman, from the chains.\\nWater allers does shoal here, cap. I know the channel,\\nthough, as well as I know my parlor ashore, at Nantucket\\nat Savannah, I mean, said the pilot, with some confusion.\\nBy the mark, five was the next call.\\nCaptain Pritchard here grew uneasy. He did not pretend\\nto equal the pilot in local knowledge, but he was too good a\\nseamen not to take alarm at the abrupt lessening of the\\ndepth of water. He gave orders to reduce the speed, and we\\nmoved but slowly on, the lead going as before.\\nAre you sure, Mr. Foster, you are not mistaken It\\nseems to me the water shoals at the rate of a fathom for\\nevery hundred yards traversed. We may have missed the\\nSwash, left Moultrie to leeward and got into the network of\\nsandbanks near. Hilloa what s that ahead of us Boats,\\nas I m a sinner I\\nAt the same moment the pilot thrust his hand rapidly into\\nthe breast of his coat, drew out something and flung it on the\\ndeck, where it instantly began to sputter and hiss, and di-\\nrectly afterward the lurid glare of a blue light flashed\\nthrough the darkness, showing funnel and rigging, the pale\\nfaces of the passengers, the narrow channel of fretted water\\nand the sandy islets on either bow. Nor was this all, for by\\nthe ghastly light we could distinguish two dark objects on\\nthe foamy sea ahead of us boats full of men, pulling\\nswiftly but noiselessly toward us, and no doubt, with muffled\\noars\\nBy the mark, two I Shoal water we re aground cried\\nan ill-boding voice, that of the sailor in the chains and the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0541.jp2"}, "540": {"fulltext": "462\\nHOW A BLOCKADE RUNNER TV AS CAUGHT.\\nBonny-bell came suddenly to a check, throwing most of the\\nlandsmen from their feet, while the ominons scrooping of the\\nkeel told that the steamer was aground. A loud clamor\\ninstantly arose, many voices shouting at once in tones of\\ninquiry, dismay, or command but even above this turmoil\\narose the hurrah of those who manned the boats, and who\\nnow came dashing up, pulling and cheering like madmen.\\nTreachery! treachery! cried several of the passengers\\nand crew, pointing to where the pilot stood beside the blue-\\nlight that his own perfidious hand had kindled, while already\\nthe man-of-war s men, for such we could not doubt them to\\nbe, began to scramble on board.\\nThe Yankee bloodhounds, sure enough but you shall\\nnot live to share the prize money! exclaimed Pritchard,\\nsnatching up a handspike, and aiming a blow at Mr. Zack\\nFoster that would have been a lethal stroke, had not that\\nastute person swerved aside, receiving the weapon on his left\\nshoulder. Our men set up a faint cheer, and a shot was fired,\\nluckily without effect. But resistance would have been mad-\\nness, so thickly did the American sailors crowd up our gang-\\nway, their pistols and cutlasses ready for the fray, while\\namong them were nine or ten marines, well armed with\\nmusket and bayonet, and who drove toe Benny-bell s crew\\nbelow hatches without anv serious show of rUhrine. The\\nFederal lieutenant in command, to do him justice, seemed\\nanxious that no needless violence should be used and while\\nproclaiming the vessel a prize to the boats of the United\\nStates war-brig Dacotah, he yet restrained the fury of that\\nprecious s:uide. Mr. Zack Foster, who had recovered from the\\neffects of his knock-down blow, drawn a bowie-knife, and\\nrushed upon Pritchard, who was struggling in the hands of\\nhis captors.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0542.jp2"}, "541": {"fulltext": "SWAMP ANGEL INCIDENT.\\n463\\nGrently, sir, said the lieutenant; gently Quartermaster\\nFitch. These caged birds are under Uncle Sam s protection,\\nand I cannot allow any ill-usage of my prisoners. Do you\\nhear me, sir\\nQuartermaster 1 exclaimed poor Captain Pritchard, as\\nhis wrists were thrust into the handcuffs. You don t mean\\nthat that double-dyed villain, that Judas of a pilot, is a\\nYankee petty officer, after all I wish. I d only guessed the\\ntruth a few hours back, and if I swung for it I d have\\nchucked the spy overboard as I would a mangy puppy\\nThe lieutenant made no answer, but ordered the captain\\nand mates to be sent below, and proceeded at once to seize\\nthe steamer s papers, to place the passengers under arrest, and\\nto take steps for getting the Bonny-bell off the sand-bank.\\nHe then compelled the engineer to set the machinery at\\nwork, and we ran down, under the skilful pilotage of Mr,\\nFitch, to Edisto island; in which anchorage we came to our\\nmoorings, under the guns of the Dacotah, and within a short\\ndistance of several other vessels of the blockading squad-\\nSWAMP ANGEL INCIDENT.\\nColonel Serrell, of the New York Engineers, had the\\ncharge of the construction of the Swamp Angel, at Morris\\nIsland, S. C, and being of an energetic constitution himself,\\nand not afraid to enter swamps, his surprise can be imagined\\nwhen one of his lieutenants, whom he had ordered to take\\ntwenty men and enter that swamp, said that he could not\\ndo it the mud was too deep. Colonel Serrell ordered him", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0543.jp2"}, "542": {"fulltext": "164\\nA HEARTY PRATER.\\nto try. He did so, and the lieutenant returned with his men\\ncovered with mud, and said\\nColonel, the mud is over my men s heads I can t do it.\\nThe colonel insisted, and told the lieutenant to make a\\nrequisition for any thing that was necessary for the safe\\npassage of the swamp. The lieutenant did make his requisition\\nin writing, and on the spot. It was as follows\\nI want twenty men, eighteen feet long, to cross a swamp\\nfifteen feet deep.\\nThe joke was a good one. It secured, however, not a cubit\\nto the stature of the lieutenant, but rather his arrest for\\ndisrespect to his superior. The battery, nevertheless, was\\nbuilt with the aid of wheelbarrows and sand. Like Jonah s\\ngourd, it sprang up in a night.\\nA HEAETY PKAYER.\\nA good anecdote is told of a lad on one of the Union\\ngunboats. The vessel was just going into action, and our\\nsoldier was upon his knees, when an officer sneeringly asked\\nhim if he was afraid\\nNo, I was praying, was the response.\\nWell, what were you praying for\\nPraying, said the soldier, that the enemy s bullets may\\nbe distributed the same way as the prize money is, principally\\nwnwng the officers.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0544.jp2"}, "543": {"fulltext": "PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES. 465\\nGOOD SHOOTING.\\nThe color-bearer of the tenth Tennessee (Irish) having\\nbeen shot down in the battle of Chickamauga, the colonel\\nordered one of the privates to take the colors. Pat, who was\\nloading at the time, replied By the holy St. Patrick,\\ncolonel, there s so much good shooting here, I haven t a\\nminute s time to waste fooling with that thing.\\nTHE PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON\\nBATTERIES.\\nThe rebels had blockaded the Mississippi from the begin-\\nning of the war with their batteries. In the progress of the\\nwar Farragut had captured the batteries below New Orleans,\\nand above as far as Prophet s island, just below Port Hudson,\\nand Foote, Davis, and Porter had made a conquest of the\\nbatteries above Vicksburg, leaving only the Yicksburg,\\nWarrenton, and Port Hudson batteries a distance of two\\nhundred and thirty-two miles by the river. Of these, the\\nbatteries at Port Hudson were, with the exception of those at\\nYicksburg, the most formidable on the river.\\nThe bluff, rising forty feet above the level of the river, was\\ncovered with forts for a distance of nearly four miles, con-\\nstructed upon the most scientific principles of modern military\\nart, and armed with the most approved and heaviest ordnance\\nwhich England, seeking the ruin of the republic, could\\nfurnish the rebels. The river, just at the bend, suddenly\\nnarrows, and the current, striking upon the west bank, is\\nthrown across, running with great velocity, and carrying the\\n30", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0545.jp2"}, "544": {"fulltext": "4G8 PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES\\nchannel almost directly under the base of the precipitous\\ncliffs. Any vessel attempting the passage would be com-\\npelled to run the gauntlet of a plunging fire from battel ies\\nwhich commanded the range for several miles above and\\nbelow.\\nIt was proposed, in order that the fleet might be able to\\nco-operate with General Grant in the siege of Vicksburg, to\\nattack Port Hudson, and, under the fire of the bombardment,\\nto attempt to force a passage by several of our gunboats up\\nthe river.\\nTo Rear- Admiral Farragut, already renowned for his naval\\nvictory at Forts St. Philip and Jackson, was assigned the\\nwork of attacking and passing this formidable river fortress.\\nThe fleet consisted of the flag-ship Hartford, a fine sloop-\\nof- war, carrying twenty-six guns the Richmond, a vessel\\nof the same class and armament the side-wheel steamship\\nMississippi, with twenty-two eight and nine inch guns the\\nMonongahela, a smaller steam sloop-of-war, with sixteen\\nheavy guns; and the gunboats Kineo, Albatross,\\nSachem, and Genesee, each carrying three columbiads,\\nand two rifled thirty-two pounders, together with six mortar\\nboats, intended to assist in the bombardment, but not to\\nattempt the passage of the batteries.\\nOn the morning of the fourteenth of April, the squadron\\nhaving ascended the river from New Orleans, anchored off\\nProphet s island, and the mortar boats took their position,\\nand early in the afternoon commenced a vigorous bombard-\\nment of the rebel works. At half-past nine o clock in the\\nevening, a red light from the flag-ship signaled the ships and\\ngunboats to weigh anchor. The Hartford led, the Alba-\\ntross being lashed on her starboard side; the Richmond\\nfollowed, having the Genesee lashed to her next came the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0546.jp2"}, "545": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0547.jp2"}, "546": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0548.jp2"}, "547": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2304", "width": "1763", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0549.jp2"}, "548": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0550.jp2"}, "549": {"fulltext": "PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES. 467\\nw Monongahela and the Kineo, while the Mississippi\\nand the Sachem brought up the rear. The mortar boats,\\nfrom their sheltered anchorage, were prepared to renew their\\nbombardment with marked effect so soon as it should be\\nnecessary.\\nSignal lights were flashing along the rebel batteries, show-\\ning that they were awake to the movements of the Union\\nsquadron. Soon the gleam of a fire kindled by the rebels\\nwas seen, which blazed higher and more brilliant till its\\nflashes illumined the whole river opposite the batteries with\\nlight of day. This immense bonfire was directly in front of\\nthe most formidable of the fortifications, and every vessel\\nascending the stream would be compelled to pass in the fall\\nblaze of its light, exposed to the concentrated fire of the\\nheaviest ordnance. Still it was hoped, notwithstanding the\\ndesperate nature of the enterprise, that a few at least of the\\nvessels of the squadron would be able to effect a passage.\\nSilently in the darkness the boats steamed along, until a\\nrebel field-piece, buried in the foliage of the shore, opened\\nfire upon the Hartford. The challenge thus given was\\npromptly accepted, and a broadside volley was returned upon\\nthe unseen foe. The rebel batteries, protected by strong\\nredoubts, extended, as we have mentioned, with small inter-\\nvening spaces, a distance of nearly four miles, often rising in\\ntier above tier on the ascending bluff. Battery after battery\\nimmediately opened its fire; the hill-side seemed peopled\\nwith demons hurling their thunderbolts, while the earth\\ntrembled beneath the incessant and terrific explosions. And\\nnow the mortar boats uttered their awful roar, adding to the\\ninconceivable sublimity of the scene. An eye-witness thus\\ndescribes the appearance of the mammoth shells rising and\\ndescending in their majestic curve", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0551.jp2"}, "550": {"fulltext": "468 PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES.\\nNever shall I forget the sight that then met my aston\\nished vision. Shooting upward, at an angle of forty-five\\ndegrees, with the rapidity of lightning, small globes of golden\\nflame were seen sailing through the pure ether not a steady,\\nunfading flame, bat corruscating like the fitful gleam of a\\nfire-fly, now visible and anon invisible. Like a flying star\\nof the sixth magnitude the terrible missile a thirteen-\\ninch shell nears its zenith, up, and still up, higher and\\nhigher. Its flight now becomes much slower, till, on reach-\\ning its utmost altitude, its centrifugal force becoming\\ncounteracted by the earth s attraction, it describes a parabolic\\ncurve, and down, down it comes, bursting, it may be, ere it\\nreaches terra firma, but probably alighting in the rebel worka\\nere it explodes, where it scatters death and destruction\\naround.\\nThe air was breathing gently from the east, and dense\\nvolumes of billowy smoke hung over the river, drifting\\nslowly across in clouds which the eye could not penetrate,\\nand adding greatly to the gloom and sublimity of the scene.\\nIt strains a ship too much to fire all the guns simultaneously.\\nThe broadsides were, consequently, generally discharged by\\ncommencing with the forward gun, and firing each one in\\nits turn in the most rapid manner possible as fast as the\\nticking of a clock. The effect of this bombardment, from\\nship and shore, as described by all who witnessed it, was\\ngrand and terrific in the extreme. From the innumerable\\nbatteries, very skilfully manned, shot and shell fell upon\\nthe ships like hail. Piercing the awful roar, which filled\\nthe air as with the voice of ten thousand thunders, were heard\\nthe demoniac shrieks of the shells, as if all the demons of\\npit had broken loose, and were revelling in hideous rage\\nthrough the darkness and the storm.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0552.jp2"}, "551": {"fulltext": "PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES. 469\\nIn the midst of this scene of terror, conflagration, and\\ndeath, as the ships were struggling through the fire against\\nthe swift current of the Mississippi, there was heard from\\nthe deck of the Eichmond, coming up from the dark,\\nrushing stream, the cry of a drowning man. Help oh,\\nhelp The unhappy sufferer had evidently fallen from th\\nHartford, which was in advance. In such an hour there\\ncould not be even an attempt made to rescue him. Again\\nand again the agonizing cry pierced the air, the voice grow-\\ning fainter and fainter as the victim floated away in the\\ndistance, until he sank beneath the turbid waves.\\nThe whole arena of action, on the land and on the water,\\nwas soon enveloped in a sulphurous canopy of smoke, pierced\\nincessantly by the vivid flashes of the guns. The vessels\\ncould no longer discern each other or the hostile batteries on\\nthe shore. It became very difficult to know how to steer\\nand in the impenetrable gloom the only object at which they\\ncot Id aim was the flash of the guns, the danger became\\nimminent that they might fire into each other. This gave\\nthe rebels great advantage for their stationary guns trained\\nupon the river, though they fired into dense darkness, they\\ncould hardly fire amiss. Occasionally a gust of wind would\\nsweep away the smoke, slightly revealing the scene in the\\nlight of the great bonfire on the bluff. Again the black,\\nstifling canopy would settle down, and all was Egyptian\\ndarkness.\\nAt one time, just as the Eichmond was prepared to pour\\na deadly fire into a supposed battery, whose flash the gunners\\nhad just perceived, Lieutenant Terry shouted out, Hold on,\\nyou are firing into the Hartford Another quarter of a\\nminute and they would have been pouring a destructive\\nbroadside into the flagship, which could scarcely have failed\\nt* sink hei.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0553.jp2"}, "552": {"fulltext": "470 PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES.\\nA shell from a rebel battery entered the starboard port of\\nthe Richmond, and burst with a terrific explosion directly\\nunder the gun. One fragment splintered the gun-carriage.\\nAnother made a deep indentation in the gun itself. Two\\nother fragments struck the unfortunate boatswain s mate,\\ncutting off both legs at the knee, and one arm at the elbow.\\nHe soon died, with his last breath saying, Don t give up the\\nship, lads The whole ship reeled under the concussion as\\nif tossed by an earthquake.\\nThe river at Port Hudson, as we have mentioned, makes\\na majestic curve. Rebel cannon were planted along the\\nconcave brow of the crescent-shaped bluffs of the eastern\\nshore, while, beneath the bluff, near the water s edge, there\\nwas another series of what were called water-batteries lining\\nthe bank. As the ships entered this curve, following the\\nchannel, which swept close to the eastern shore, they were,\\none after the other, exposed to the most terrible enfilading fire\\nfrom all the batteries following the line of the curve. This\\nwas the most desperate point of the conflict for here it was\\nalmost literally fighting muzzle to muzzle. The rebels\\ndischarged an incessant cross-fire of grape and canister, to\\nwhich the heroic squadron replied with double-shotted guns.\\nNever did ships pass a more fiery ordeal.\\nLieutenant-Commander Cummings, the executive officer\\nof the Richmond, was standing with his speaking-trumpet\\nin his hand, cheering the men, with Captain Allen by his\\nside, when there was a simultaneous flash and roar, and a\\nstorm of shot came crashing through the bulwarks frc-rn a\\nrebel battery, which they could almost touch with their\\nramrods. Both of the officers fell as if struck by lightning.\\nThe captain was simply knocked down by the windage, and\\nescaped unharmed. The speaking-trumpet, in Commander", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0554.jp2"}, "553": {"fulltext": "PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES. 471\\nCummings hand, was battered flat, and his leg was torn off\\njust below the knee.\\nAs he fell heavily upon the deck, in his gushing blood,\\nhe exclaimed\\nPut a tourniquet on my leg, boys. Send my letters to\\nmy wife. Tell her that fell in doing my duty\\nAs they took him below, and into the surgeon s room,\\nalready filled with the wounded, he looked around upon the\\nunfortunate group, and said\\nIf there are any here hurt worse than I am, let them be\\nattended to first.\\nHis shattered limb was immediately amputated. Soon\\nalter, as he lay upon his couch, exhausted by the operation\\nand faint from the loss of blood, he heard the noise of the\\nescape of steam as a rebel shot penetrated the boiler. In-\\nquiring the cause, and learning that the ship had become\\ndisabled, he exclaimed with fervor\\nI would willingly give my other leg if we could but pass\\nthose batteries\\nA few days after this Christian hero died of his wound.\\nJust above the batteries were several rebel gunboats.\\nThey did not venture into the melee, but anxiously watched\\nthe fight, until, apprehensive that some of our ships might\\npass, they put on all steam and ran up the river as fast as\\ntheir web feet could carry them. But now denser and blacker\\ngrew the dark billows of smoke. It seemed impossible, if\\nthe steamers mov^ed, to avoid running into each other or upon\\nthe shore. An officer of each ship placed himself at the\\nprow, striving to penetrate the gloom. A line of men passed\\nfrom him to the stern, along whom, even through the thun-\\nders of the battle, directions could be transmitted to the\\nhelmsman. Should any of the ships touch the ground be-", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0555.jp2"}, "554": {"fulltext": "472 PASSAGE OE THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES.\\nueath the fire of such batteries their destruction would be\\nalmost sure.\\nIt was a little after eleven o clock at night when the first\\nshot had been fired. For an hour and a half the unequal\\nconflict had raged. The flag-ship Hartford and the Al-\\nbatross succeeded in forcing their way above the batteries,\\nand in thus gaining the all-important object of their enter-\\nprise. The Bichmond following, had just passed the\\nprincipal batteries when a shot penetrated her steam-chest,\\nso effectually disabling her for the hour that she dropped,\\nalmost helpless, down the stream. The Genesee, which\\nwas alongside, unable to stem the rapid current of the river,\\nwith the massive Bichmond in tow, bore her back to\\nProphet s island. Just as the Bichmond turned a torpedo\\nexploded under her stern, thowing up the water mast-head\\nhigh and causing the gallant ship to quiver in every timber.\\nThe Monongahela and Kineo came next in line of\\nbattle. The commander of the Monongahela, Captain\\nM Kinstry, was struck down early in the conflict. The com-\\nmand then devolved on a gallant young officer, Lieutenant\\nThomas. He manfully endeavored through all the storm of\\nbattle to follow the flag-ship. But in the dense smoke the\\npilot lost the channel. The ship grounded directly under\\nthe fire of one of the principal rebel batteries. For twenty-\\nfive minutes she remained in that perilous position, swept by\\nshot and shell. Finally, through the efforts of her consort,\\nthe Kineo, she was floated, and again heroically commenced\\nsteaming up the river. But her enginery soon became so\\ndisabled under the relentless fire, that the Monongahela\\nwas also compelled to drop down with the Kineo to the\\nposition of the mortar fleet. Her loss was six killed and\\ntwenty wounded.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0556.jp2"}, "555": {"fulltext": "PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES. 473\\nIn obedience to the order of Admiral Farragut, the mag-\\nificent ship Mississippi brought up the rear, with the\\ng vinboat Sachem as her ally, bound to her larboard side.\\nShe had reached the point directly opposite the town, and\\nher officers were congratulating themselves that they had\\nsurmouted the greatest dangers, and that they would soon be\\nabove the batteries, when the ship, which had just then been\\nput under rapid headway, grounded on the west bank of the\\nriver. It was an awful moment for the guns of countless\\nbatteries were immediately concentrated upon her. Captain\\nSmith, while, with his efficient engineer Rutherford, he made\\nthe most strenuous exertions to get the ship afloat, ordered\\nhis gunners to keep up their fire with the utmost possible\\nrapidity. In the short space of thirty-five minutes they fired\\ntwo hundred and fifty shots. The principal battery of the\\nfoe was within five hundred yards of the crippled ship, and\\nthe majestic fabric was soon riddled through and through by\\nthe storm with which she was so pitilessly pelted. The dead\\nand the wounded strewed the decks, and it was soon evident\\nthat the ship could not be saved.\\nCaptain Smith prepared to destroy the ship, that it might\\nnot fall into the hands of the rebels, and to save the crew.\\nCaptain Caldwell, of the iron-clad Essex, hastened to his\\nrescue. Under as murderous a fire as mortals were ever ex-\\nposed to, the sick and wounded were conveyed on board the\\nram. Combustibles were placed in the fore and after part of\\nthe ship, to w r hich the torch was to be applied so soon as the\\ncrew had all escaped to the western shore. By some misun-\\nderstanding she was fired forward before the order was given.\\nThis caused a panic, as th^re were but three small boats by\\nwhich they could escape. Some plunged into the river and\\nwere drowned. It is relavjd, in evidence of the coolness of", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0557.jp2"}, "556": {"fulltext": "4-74 PASSAGE OF THE PORT HUDSON BATTERIES.\\nCaptain Smith, that in the midst of this awful scene, while\\nlighting his cigar with steel and flint, he remarked to Lien-\\ntenant Dewey\\nIt is not likely that we shall escape, and we must make\\nevery preparation to secure the destruction of the ship.\\nAfter spiking nearly every gun with his own hands, and\\nseeing that the survivors of his crew were fairly clear of the\\nwreck, Captain Smith, accompanied by Lieutenant Dewey,\\nEnsign Bach elder, and Engineer Tower, sadly took their\\nleave, abandoning the proud fabric to the flames. Scarcely\\nhad they left, when two shells came crashing through the\\nsides of the Mississippi, overturning, scattering, and en-\\nkindling into flame some casks of turpentine. The ship was\\nalmost instantly enveloped in billows of fire. A yell of ex-\\nultation rose from the rebels as they beheld the bursting forth\\nof the flames. The ship, lightened by the removal of three\\nhundred men, and by the consuming power of the fire,\\nfloated from the sand bar and commenced floating, bow on,\\ndown the river.\\nThe scene presented was indeed magnificent. The whole\\nfabric was enveloped in flame. Wreathing serpents of fire\\ntwined around the masts and ran up the shrouds. Drifting\\nrapidly downward on the rapid current, the meteor, like a\\nvolcanic mountain in eruption, descended as regularly along\\nthe western banks of the stream as if steered by the most\\naccomplished helmsman. As the ship turned round, in\\nfloating off, the guns of her port battery, which had not been\\ndischarged, faced the foe. As the fire reached them the noble\\nfrigate, with the stars and stripes still floating at her peak,\\nopened a new bombardment of the rebel batteries. The\\nshells began to explode, scattering through the air in all di-\\nrections. The flaming vision arrested every eye, on the land", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0558.jp2"}, "557": {"fulltext": "RUNNING THE BATTERIES AT VICKSBURG.\\n475\\nand on the ships, until the floating mountain of fire drifted\\ndown and disappeared behind Prophet s island. And now\\ncame the explosion of the magazine. There was a yivid\\nflash, shooting upward to the sky in the form of an inverted\\ncone. For a moment the whole horizon seemed ablaze with\\nfiery missiles. Then came booming over the waves a peal\\nof heaviest thunder. The very hills shook beneath the\\nawful explosion. This was the dying cry of the Missis-\\nsippi as she sank to her burial beneath the waves of the\\nriver from which she received her name.\\nCaptain Caldwell, of the Essex, who, as soon as he saw\\nthe Mississippi, to be on fire, gallantly steamed to her aid,\\ndirectly under the concentrated fire of the batteries, suc-\\nceeded in picking up many who were struggling in the\\nwaves, and in rescuing others who had escaped to the shore.\\nThere were about three hundred men on board the Missis-\\nsippi. Of these sixty-five officers and men were either\\nkilled, wounded, or taken prisoners. Seventy, who escaped\\nto the shore, wandered, for many miles, down the western\\nbanks of the stream, in constant danger of being taking cap-\\ntive, wading the bayous, and encountering fearful hardships,\\nuntil they finally reached the ships below. Two ships, the\\nHartford and the Albatross, succeeded in running the\\ngauntlet.\\nRUNNING THE BATTERIES AT VICKSBURG-\\nThe fate of the Mississippi, in her attempt to pass the\\nbatteries at Port Hudson, might well have appalled the stout-\\nest heart but, in war, necessity is stronger than law\\nstronger than human suffering, or than any obstacle which", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0559.jp2"}, "558": {"fulltext": "176 RUNNING THE BATTERIES AT YICKSBURG.\\nmay oppose its action. It was necessary for General Grant,\\nwhile marching his troops overland on the west side of the\\nMississippi, toward the point from which he intended to cross\\nand attack Vicksburg from the south and east, to have trans-\\nports and gunboats below the Vicksburg and Warrenton bat-\\nteries to bring supplies and ferry his troops across the Missis-\\nsippi, as well as to attack the Warrenton batteries from below.\\nOn consultation with Admiral Porter, that brave officer\\nproposed to send down eight gunboats, three transports, and\\na number of barges and flat boats, laden with commissary\\nsupplies, past the batteries to New Carthage. Tbese were\\nall manned by volunteers, who were not deterred by the\\nprevious misfortunes of Farragut s squadron from under-\\ntaking this perilous expedition.\\nThe former attempts at running the Vicksburg batteries\\nhad been made shortly before, or at daylight this time a\\nchange was resolved upon. Eleven o clock at night was\\nappointed as the hour at which the boats should leave their\\nrendezvous, which was near the mouth of the Yazoo river. To\\nthe anxious expectants of the coming events, the hours stole\\nslowly by. As the appointed moment drew near, the decks of\\nthe various steamboats were crowded with watchful spectators.\\nA sort of apprehensive shudder ran through the collected\\ngazers when it was announced that the first boat destined to\\npass the batteries was approaching. Sombre and silent it\\nfloated down, near the Louisiana shore; scarcely were its\\ndark sides to be distinguished from the foliage lining the\\nbank. Stealing slowly on, it passed the group of steamers,\\nand at a point below took an oblique course, steering for the\\nMississippi side of the river and, in the gloom, it was soon\\nconfounded with the dark shadow of the trees beyond.\\nBefore this boat was Jost sight of, another succeeded, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0560.jp2"}, "559": {"fulltext": "RUNNING THE BATTERIES AT VICKSBURG. 477\\nto that another, and another, until, before midnight, the\\nwhole had gained the Mississippi side of the river, and were\\nswallowed up in the dim obscurity. With breathless interest\\ntheir transit was watched by all of those on the boats of the\\nfleet, whose position, a little above the entrance of the first\\ncanal, brought the rough heights of Vicksburg within their\\nsphere of vision, though the town lay, for the present, buried\\nin the darkness except where now and then the twinkling of\\na starry light was seen.\\nAs the boats, with lights out and fires carefully hidden,\\nfloated past, indistinct as the ghost of Ossian in the mountain\\nmists, it was curious to note the effect upon the spectators.\\nBefore they appeared, the hum of conversation was heard\\nall around. All were busy with speculations as to the\\nprobabilities of success. The desponding prognosticated\\nunmitigated disaster. The hopeful indulged in confident\\nspeculations. All were contented to endure some loss,\\nprovided a sufficiency arrived at the destined point to ac-\\ncomplish the object contemplated.\\nAs the various boats came slowly into view, stole past\\nwith noiseless motion, then vanished into the recesses of the\\nshadowy shore, each voice was hushed only in subdued and\\nsmothered tones were persons, at intervals, heard to ask a\\nquestion or venture an observation. It seemed as if each\\none felt that his silence- was due to the impressive scene as\\nif an indiscreet utterance on his part might raise the vail of\\nsecresy, so necessary to be preserved in the presence of a\\nwatchful foe.\\nA painful expectation weighed on every spirit. The boats\\nmust now be near the point opposite the beleaguered city.\\nWill they be discovered at the first approach, or will a\\nkindly fortune give them easy passage by? Suddenly a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0561.jp2"}, "560": {"fulltext": "478 RUNNING THE BATTERIES AT YICKSBURG.\\nflame starts up Another and another leaps into the dark-\\nness of the night The enemy has seen the passing boats,\\nand is sending across the river his death-dealing messengers.\\nRapid now dart the momentary fires the iron rain of the\\nremorseless cannon hurtles upon the dim and gliding boats.\\nDull upon the heavy air, scarce nerved by the night wind,\\nwhich blows in a direction unfavorable for their hearing,\\nreverberates the heavy thud of the cannon.\\nAs the time passes, the batteries lower and still lower\\ncome into action. The gazers can trace the course of the\\nfleet by new flames, that each moment startle the strained\\nsight and cannon, for miles along the hazy shore, are hurl-\\ning their destructive missiles. A new accessory now adds\\nits influence to the exciting scene. While the spectators had\\nbeen engaged in watching the vivid flames leaping from\\ncannon mouths and exploding shells, a gleam of light, first\\npale and soft, then red and lurid, and at last glaring and\\nrefulgent, stole up into the heavens above the opposing city.\\nFor the first time the silence was broken by the gazing\\ncrowds upon the steamboats of the fleet. Vicksburg is on\\nfire! was uttered in excited tones. But it was not so.\\nSteady and with wonderful brilliancy, upon the hill on\\nwhich the city stands, the fire assumed a circular outline on\\nthe upper edge, much like a third part of the full moon when,\\napparently magnified, it is rising above the horizon. The\\nflame glowed brilliant and beautiful no smoke was visible\\nto dim its splendor. It was a beacon light, placed in a posi-\\ntion to throw its beams along each arm of the bend of the\\nriver, the convex side of which is turned toward Vicksburg.\\nSo powerful was the light that, at the point where the steam-\\nboat fleet was moored, the shadow of a hand, held a foot\\nfrom the boat s side, was distinctly thrown upon it. This", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0562.jp2"}, "561": {"fulltext": "RUNNING THE BATTERIES AT VICKSBURG. 479\\nb- aeon, with treacherous fidelity, showed to the foe the now\\nfa*$ disappearing boats; but happily, it was fired too late.\\nTf?e sight of the boats appeared to add new rage to the\\nenemy, who could not fail to count the cost to him of such\\na fleet joining Farragut s three gunboats already between\\nYicksburg and Port Hudson. The firing became more\\nrapid. From the upper batteries to the last ones down at\\nWarrenton, leaped flame on flame. The dull echo of the\\ncannon, and the whirr and shriek of the flying shells, startled\\nthe .mdnight air. But now comes a roar which tells that the\\nUnion boys are awake and lively The light that showed\\nthe ooats to the enemy, revealed to the gunners on the gun-\\nboats the outlines of the batteries, and the roar which deafens\\nthe ear to every other sound is the peal of their heavy\\npieces. After an interval of the maddest rage, the upper\\nguns of the enemy almost cease their fire. It is evident that\\nthe boats have passed the first reached batteries all of them\\nthat have escaped the deadly onset. That no large portion\\nof them is missing, is apparent from the activity of the forts\\nat Warrenton, and the answering thunders of the Union\\nguns.\\nBy this time the beacon light was burnt down, and ceased\\nco render its cruel aid. Just as the gathering darkness and\\nthe yet longer and larger intervals of silence gave intimation\\nthat the exciting scene was nearly over, another startling\\nincident woke anew the emotions of the time. Midway\\nbetween the extinct beacon in the city and the lower batte-\\nries at Warrenton, a new glow of light, soft as the dawn, but\\nrapidly blushing into deeper intensity, climbed gently toward\\nthe sky. They are lighting another beacon, shouted many\\nvoices; but again the speakers were mistaken. The light\\ngrew stronger every moment it wanted tlu mellow, vivid,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0563.jp2"}, "562": {"fulltext": "4 80 RUKNING THE BATTERIES AT YTCKSBURG-.\\nspace-penetrating brilliancy of the beacon; above it rolled\\nvolumes of thick curling smoke and more the light, with\\nslow and equal pace, was moving down the stream There\\nwas no disguising the truth one of our own boats was on\\nfire. The white color of the smoke showed that among the\\nfuel to the flame was cotton. The inference was plain; it\\nwas not a gunboat but a transport that was burning, for the\\nlatter, alone, were protected by bales of cotton. On floated\\nthe doomed vessel her light doubtless exposed to the rebels*\\nview the floating flat-boats and barges further firing, espe-\\ncially from the Warrenton batteries, was for a short time\\nviolently renewed.\\nThe glow of the burning boat continued in sight until the\\nbeams of morning hid its glare. Before this, moreover, the\\nsolemn drama had reached its termination. The spectators\\nreluctantly retired to their cabins, when nothing remained to\\nengage the attention but the flaming wreck and scattering\\nshots\\nThe distant and random gun,\\nThat the foe was sullenly firing.\\nIt was not until noon of the next day (April 17, 1863),\\nthat the account of the fate of the expedition reached the\\nUnion camp at Young s Point. The eight gunboats reached\\ntheir destination with but slight injuries or loss of life, only\\none man having been killed and two wounded. The trans-\\nport, Henry Clay, was burned but the other transports, flat-\\nboats, etc., made the passage in safety, and the crew of the\\nHenry Clay reached the shore and joined some of the other\\nboats. A few days later, Admiral Porter sent a second\\nsquadron of gunboats and transports down, but the trans-\\nports in this expedition were seriously damaged.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0564.jp2"}, "563": {"fulltext": "A FRIGHTENED CONTRABAND.\\n481\\nA FEIGHTENED CONTKABAN.D.\\nAn army correspondent on the Rappahannock related the\\nfollowing\\nAn amusing incident occurred in camp a night or two\\nsince. A portly young contraband, from Charleston, South\\nCarolina, who escaped from his rebel master at Antietam,\\nand was for a while quartered subsequently in Washington,\\nwas engaged by one of our junior staff officers as his body\\nservant, and brought down here to his quarters to attend\\nhim. It chanced that the officer had served his country gai\\nlantly at Sharpsburg, where he lost a leg, below the knee,\\nthe absence of which had been made up by an artificial limb,\\nwhich the captain wore with so easy a grace that few persons\\nwho met him suspected his misfortune his sable attendant\\nbeing among the blissfully ignorant as to the existence of\\nthe fact.\\nThe captain had been out to dine, and returned in excel-\\nlent spirits to his tent. Upon retiring, he called his darky\\nservant to assist him in pulling off his riding boots\\nNow, Jimmy, look sharp, said the captain. I m a\\nlittle ic flimsy, Jimmy, t night. Look sharp, an ic\\npull steady.\\nIse allers keerful, cap n, says Jimmy, drawing off one\\nlong, wet boot, with considerable difficulty, and standing it\\naside.\\nNow, mind your eye, Jim! The other ic a little\\ntight; and black Jimmy chuckled and showed his shining\\nivories, as he reflected, perhaps, that his master was quite as\\ntight as he deemed his boot to be.\\nEasy, now that s it. Pull away continued the captain,\\ngood-naturedly, and enjoying the prospective joke, while he\\n31", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0565.jp2"}, "564": {"fulltext": "482\\nTHE CUMBERLAND.\\nloosened the straps about Lis waist which held his cork leg\\nup now youVe got it! Yip iJiere you are! O Lord!\\nLord! Lord! screamed the captain, as contraband,\\ncork-leg. riding-boot, and ligatures tumbled across the tent\\niu a heap, and the one-legged officer fell back on his pallet,\\nconvulsed with spasmodic laughter. At this momen; the\\ndoor opened and a lieutenant entered.\\n(L (x way fum me, g way fum me lemmy be lemmy be\\n1 ain t done nuffin, yelled the contraband, lustily, and rush-\\ning to the door, really supposing he had pulled his master s leg\\nclean off. Lemmy go I didn t do nuffin\u00e2\u0080\u0094 g way gway\\nAnd Jimmy put for the woods in his desperation, since which\\nhe hasn t been seen or heard from, though his captain has\\ndiligently sought for him far and near.\\nTHE CUMBERLAND,\\nHENRY W. LONGFELLOW.\\nAt anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,\\nOn board the Cumberland sloop-of-war\\nAnd at times from the fortress across the bay\\nThe alarm of drums swept past,\\nOr a bugle blast\\nFrom the camp on shore.\\nThen far away to the south uprose\\nA little feather of snow-white smoke,\\nAnd we knew that the iron ship of our foes\\nWas steadily steering its course,\\nTo try the force\\nOf our ribs of oak.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0566.jp2"}, "565": {"fulltext": "THE CUMBERLAND.\\nDown upon us heavily runs\\nSilent and sullen, the floating fort\\nThen comes a puff of smoke from her guns.\\nAnd leaps the terrible death,\\nWith fiery breath,\\nFrom each open port.\\nWe are not idle, but send her straight\\nDefiance back in a full broadside\\nAs hail rebounds from a roof of slate,\\nRebound our heavier hail\\nFrom each iron scale\\nOf the monster s hide.\\nStrike your flag the rebel cries,\\nIn his arrogant old plantation strain,\\nNever our gallant Morris replies\\nIt is better to sink than to yield\\nAnd the whole air pealed\\nWith the cheers of our men.\\nThen like a kraken huge and black,\\nShe crushed our ribs in her iron grasp\\nDown went the Cumberland all a wrack,\\nWith a sudden shudder of death,\\nAnd the cannon s breath\\nFor her dying gasp.\\nNext morn, as the sun rose over the bay,\\nStill floated our flag at the mainmast-head,\\nLord, how beautiful was Thy day\\nEvery waft of the air\\nWas a whisper of prayer,\\nOr a dirge for the dead.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0567.jp2"}, "566": {"fulltext": "4S-1\\nthe figet tze\\nHo brave hearts that went down in the seas,\\nYe are at peace in the troubled stream,\\nHo brave land with hearts like these,\\nThy flag that is rent in twain,\\nShall be one again,\\nAnd without a seam.\\nTHE EIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE.\\nOke of the most remarkable naval conflicts of this or any\\nother war a single-handed encounter between a delicate\\nriver steamer and a most formidable M iron-clad occurred\\non the 5th of May, 1864, in Albemarle Sound, about twentv\\nmiles below the mouth of the Roanoke river. On the after-\\nnoon of that day, three side-wheel gunboats, the Mattabe-\\nsett, Sassacus, and Wyalusing, were lying at anchor\\nin the sound, awaiting the appearance of the u Albemarle, a\\nmost formidable rebel iron-clad ram, whose recent exploits\\nin sinking two of our gunboats, near Plymouth, rendered\\nthe prolonged occupation of the sound by our forces some-\\nwhat uncertain and problematical. To the three vessels\\nabove named had been especially assigned the duty of\\nencountering, and, if possible, destroying this dreaded iron\\nmonster and, on the afternoon in question, an advance-guard\\nof picket-boats, comprising four or five of the smaller vessrls\\nof the Union fleet, with the 11 Miami, had been sent up to\\nthe mouth of the Roanoke, with the design of decoying the\\nrebel ram from under the protection of the batteries at\\nPlymouth into the open waters of the sound. The ruse suc-\\nceeded, and falling back before the Albemarle, as she ie:i", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0568.jp2"}, "567": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE. 485\\nbar moorings to pursue them, they quickly drew her into a\\nfavorable position for attack. Shortly after three, p. M., in\\nobedience to signals from the Mattabesett, the three\\nvessels got under way, and forming in line ahead, in the\\norder in which their names are above written, proceeded at\\nordinary speed up the sound. At four, p. M., the Mattabe-\\nsett communicated with the army transport, Massasoit,\\ncoming down, and immediately signalled to her consorts, the\\nram is out. Almost at the same instant, they discovered\\nthe picket boats falling back slowly before the advancing\\nfoe and beyond them a glistening speck upon the waters,\\nwith two other dark objects hovering near, which they knew\\nto be the ram, accompanied by her consorts. The Union\\nvessels were now cleared for action, and every preparation\\nwas made for a determined struggle with their formidable\\nantagonist, toward whom they were driving under full\\nsteam. The day was charming, the broad expanse of water\\nwas undisturbed by a ripple, while the sun s beams were\\ndazzlingly reflected from the inclined sides of the Albe-\\nmarle, till she seemed like a mass of silver, while above\\nher waved an unusually large and handsome Confederate\\nflag. The rebels were now seen to be communicating by\\nboats, and one of their vessels, a white, stern- wheel steamer,\\nwhich was afterwards ascertained to be the Cotton Plant,\\ncntton-chd, and manned by two hundred sharp-shooters and\\nboarders, put hastily back to Plymouth. The other steamer,\\nwhich proved to be the Bombshell, closed up on the\\nram s quarter, in readiness for the coming conflict.\\nSweeping gracefully along, under a full head of steam, the\\nUnion vessels approached, and while the Mattabesett\\nhauled up abreast of the Albemarle, the Miami, some\\ndistance astern, threw a good but ineffectual shot, to which", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0569.jp2"}, "568": {"fulltext": "486 THE FIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE\\nthe ram promptly responded, from guns that were e\\\\ i-\\ndently of the heaviest calibre. Almost at the same moment\\nthe Mattabesett delivered her full broadside, at three\\nhundred yards distance, and sweeping round the ram s\\nstern, ran by the Bombshell, close aboard, while the latter\\nlay in the quarter post of the ram. The Sassacus now\\nentered the fight, and the ram, which had failed to get at\\nthe Mattabesett, as she swept by, turned her bow squarely\\nfor the former, whose pilot, quickly measuring the distance,\\nsheered his vessel slightly, and passed some one hundred and\\nfifty yards ahead of the Albemarle, the Sassacus deliv-\\nering with precision her whole broadside of solid shot, which,\\nhowever, rebounded from the iron-clad like cork balls.\\nThen, sweeping around the stern of the Albemarle, the\\nSassacus paid her attentions to the Bombshell, by whose\\nsharp-shooters she had been considerably annoyed, and poured\\ninto her hull a full broadside, which brought the rebel ensign\\ndown, and sent the white flag up in short order. Directing\\nher to drop out of fire and anchor, which order was promptly\\nexecuted in good faith, the Sassacus turned again to the\\nAlbemarle, whom she found hotly engaged by the Mat-\\ntabesett 1 and Wyalusing. The latter was particularly\\nattracting the attention of the ram, which was steaming\\nslowly, though using her guns rapidly and with effect, and\\nwhose whole side was just then most opportunely exposed\\nto the Sassacus, now only some eight hundred yards dis-\\ntant. Comprehending, at a glance, the value of the opportu-\\nnity thus offered, the gallant captain of the Sassacus\\nunhesitatingly gave a preconcerted signal, four bells\\nagain and again repeated, to the engineer, and the ship was\\nheaded straight for what was supposed to be the ram s,\\nweakest part, where the casemate or house joined the hull,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0570.jp2"}, "569": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE. 487\\nThe fires were clear, and with thirty pounds of steam on,\\nand throttle wide open, the Sassacus 1 clashed upon her\\nadversary under a headway of nine or ten knots, striking\\nher a fair, square, right-angled blow, without glance or\\nslide The iron-clad reeled under the blow, and her black\\nhull was forced. under water by the bow of the Sassacus,\\ntill the water flowed over it from side to side, and it seemed\\nas if the monster was sinking. As we struck her, says\\none of the participants in the fight, the ram drove a hun-\\ndred-pounder Brooke s shot through and through us, from\\nstarboard bow to port side. Our stem was forced into her\\nside, and keeping up our headway, we careened her clown\\nbeneath our weight, and pushed her like* an inert mass\\nbeneath our weight, while, in profound silence, our gunners\\nwere training their heavy ordnance to bear upon our aston-\\nished enemy. Now a muzzle protrudes from the ram s open\\nport, and the loaders of our Parrott rifle, standing on the\\nslide, served the guns within fifteen feet of that yawning\\ncannon s mouth. It was a grand reproduction of the old days\\nof broadside to broadside, and yard-arm locked to yard\\nbut the immense guns, now grinning defiance across the few\\nfeet of space which separated them, each one carrying the\\nweight of metal of a whole tier of the old time carronades,\\nrendered this duel of ponderous ordnance a magnificent and\\nimposing spectacle.\\nStill we pushed her broadside-to before us, our engine at\\nfull speed, pressing our bow deeper and deeper into her\\nStill she gave way. It was a grapple for life. A silent\\nbut fearful struggle for the mastery, relieved only by the\\nsharp, scattering volleys of musketry, the whizzing of leaden\\nbullets, and the deep, muffled explosion of hand grenades,\\nwhich the brave fellow in our foretop was fbngiag in the", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0571.jp2"}, "570": {"fulltext": "488\\nTHE FIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE.\\nenemy s hatch, driving back their sharpshooters, and creating\\nconsternation and dismay among the closely packed crew of\\nthe iron-clad but not until the pilot-house and smoke-stack\\nhad been spattered all over with the indentation of rifle balls.\\nNo one had yet fallen. We had thrown shot and shell square\\ninto her ports from our rifle guns on the hurricane deck, and\\ndriven volley after volley of musketry through every aper-\\nture in her iron shield, and now our heavy one hundred\\npounder was training for another crushing blow.\\nAt this juncture, the sharp, false stern of the Sassacus,\\nwhich had cut deeply into the side of the ram, gave way\\nunder the pressure, and the two vessels swung around abreast\\nof each other, their guns thundering away with simultaneous\\nroar. At the same moment a shot from the Albemarle\\npierced the boiler of the Sassacus, and then was heard the\\nterrible sound of unloosed, unmanageable steam, rushing in\\ntremendous volumes, seething and hissing as it spread, till\\nboth combatants were enveloped and hidden in the dense,\\nsuffocating vapor. Now the contest deepened in intensity, it\\nwas a savage fight for life. The gunners of the Sassacus\\nfelt that their only chance of injuring their antagonist was to\\nthrow their shots with accuracy into her open ports, and that\\nupon their own frail wooden vessel the enemy s every shot\\nwould tell with terrible effect. Muzzle to muzzle the guns\\nwere served and fired, the powder from those of the Albe-\\nmarle blackening the bows and side of the Sassacus-, as\\nthey passed within ten feet. A solid shot from the latter s\\nhundred pounder struck the Albemarle s port sill, and crum-\\nbled into fragments, one piece rebounding to the deck of the\\nSassacus, and the rest entering the port-hole and silencing\\nthe enemy s gun. Through the same opening followed, in\\nrapid succession, a nine inch solid shot, and a twenty pounder", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0572.jp2"}, "571": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE.\\n489\\nshell, and as the tough-hided ram drifted clear, the star-\\nboard wheel of the Sassacus ground over her quarter,\\nsmashing the launches that she was towing into shapeless\\ndriftwood, and grating oyer the sharp iron plates with a raw,\\ndismal sound. Then, as the ram passed the wheel of the\\nSassacus, the crew of the latter drove solid shot into her\\nports from their after guns and her armor was rent by a\\nsolid shot from the P arrott rifle gun, which, however, had\\nreceived such damage to its elevating screw that it could not\\nbe depressed so as to fire into the enemy s ports. All this\\ncool gunnery and precise artillery practice transpired while\\nthe ship, from fire room to hurricane deck, was shrouded in\\none dense cloud of fiery steam. The situation was as appall-\\ning as imagination can conceive. The shrieks of the scalded\\nand dying sufferers, rushing frantically up from below, the\\nshrivelled flesh hanging shred-like from their tortured limbs,\\nthe engine without control, surging and revolving without\\ncheck or guide, abandoned by all save the heroic engineer,\\nwho, scalded, blackened, sightless, still stood to his post with\\nan indomitable will which no agony of pain could swerve from\\nhis duty, and whose clear voice, sounding out from amidst\\nthat mass of unloosed steam and uncontrollable machinery,\\nurged his men to return with him into the fire room to drag\\nthe fires from beneath the uninjured boiler, now in imminent\\ndanger of explosion. His marvellous fortitude in that hour\\nof intense agony, aided by the bravery of his assistants, saved\\nthe lives of the two hundred persons on board the ship for,\\nas there was no means of instantly cutting off communication\\nbetween the two boilers, and all the steam in both rushed\\nout like a flash, the vessel was exposed to the additional\\nhorror of fire. All this time, in the midst of this thick white\\ncloud of stifling vapor, the Sassacus moved on, working", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0573.jp2"}, "572": {"fulltext": "490 THE FIGHT WITH THE a ALBEMARLE.\\nslowly ahead on a vacuum alone but her guns thundering\\nsteadily and indomitably against her adversary. At last, the\\ncloud of steam lifted from the scene of conflict, and the rebel\\nAlbemarle was seen gladly escaping from the close lock in\\nwhich she had been held, for nearly a quarter of an hour, by\\nher slight but stubborn antagonist. Her broad ensign trailed,\\ndraggled and torn, upon her deck, and she looked far differ-\\nent from the trim, jaunty, and formidable vessel which an\\nhour before had defied the slender river craft who had van-\\nquished her. The gallant captain of the Sassacus could\\nnot refrain from giving her another turn, and turning his\\nvessel around, with helm hard-a-port, which she answered\\nslowly but steadily, she again passed down by the Albe-\\nmarle. The divisions stood at their guns, the captain,\\ncalmly smoking his cigar, gave his orders with surpassing\\ncoolness, and directing the movements of his vessel with\\nwonderful precision and relentless audacity, kept his guns at\\nwork, so long as they could be brought to bear upon the\\nretiring foe, till the Sassacus was carried, by her disabled\\nengine, slowly, gracefully, and defiantly out of range.\\nOf course, in this hand-to-hand fight between the Sassa\\ncus and Albemarle, little aid could be rendered, at close\\nquarters, by the former s consorts, as such aid would have\\nmerely endangered her safety. Yet, the Wyalusing, the\\nMattabesett, and the Miami did effective service, as\\nopportunity offered, and the little Whitehead, during the\\nfiercest of the fight, steamed alongside of the iron monster,\\nand delivered shot after shot from her one hundred pounder\\nParrott gun. The Commodore Hull and Ceres were\\nalso gallantly handled, and rendered all the assistance in their\\npower.\\nBut the main brunt of this novel and unequal engagement", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0574.jp2"}, "573": {"fulltext": "THE FIGHT WITH THE ALBEMARLE. 401\\nfell upon the Sassacus, an inland light draught river\\nsteamer. The result, so contrary to all preconceived ideas\\nof u iron -clad invincibility, was eminently gratifying. The\\nrebel gunboat Bombshell, with four rifled guns and a\\nlarge supply of ammunition, was captured, with all her\\nofficers and crew, and the Albemarle, which was on her\\nway to Newbern to form a junction with the rebel force then\\nmoving upon that place, was beaten with her own weapons,\\nin a fair stand up fight, and driven back with her guns disa-\\nbled, her hull terribly shaken, and leaking so badly that she\\nwas with difficulty kept afloat. Twice, also, had her flag\\nbeen cut down and trailed in the water which swept over\\nher deck. Her discomfiture proved to be the saving of\\nNewbern, which had already been summoned to surrender\\nby the rebel General Palmer, and undoubtedly it prevented\\nthe whole department of North Carolina from being lost to\\nour government. The Sassacus, although disabled in\\nguns, machinery, and hull, and suffering severely in killed,\\nwounded, and scalded, was ready, with two months repair\\nto return again to active duty, staunch and strong as ever.\\nHer exploit, on the. 5th of May, 1864, justly ranks as one of\\nthe most remarkable on record, while the skill and coolness\\nof her officers, and the indomitable bravery of her c rew,\\nrival the heroic traditions of the days of Decatur and\\nCommodore John Paul Jones.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0575.jp2"}, "574": {"fulltext": "492 THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALBEMARLE.\\nAN HIBERNIAN S TUSSLE WITH A MISSIS\\nSIPPI TIGER.\\nThe dogged, obstinate, and bitter character of the rebeJ\\ngulf troops was one of the familiar facts of the war, as the\\nfollowing incident which happened near Martinsburg, Vir-\\nginia, will show. A son of Erin captured one of the famous\\nMississippi Tigers, but while bringing him to the Union\\ncamp, the Tiger, 1 an immense fellow, managed to free him-\\nself and run. The plucky Hibernian disdained to use his\\nmusket, but chased him with the wildest speed. At last\\nseizing him, at it they went, in the most logical style of\\nrough-and-tumble. The Tiger, maddened by the stinging\\nwhacks which the lusty Hibernian dealt, basely bit him,\\nnearly severing his thumb. The Celt dropped the soldier\\nthen; and retaliated in the same way finally he conquered\\nhim after a tremendous whaling, which dislocated his shoul-\\nder. The next day he visited the son of the Repudiation\\nState, in the hospital, went up to him, and shaking his well\\narm with a hearty grip, observed, with his rich Irish\\nbrogue, I haven t a bit of a grudge agin ye be jabers! ye\\nare almost as good as meself.\\nTHE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALBEMARLE.\\nThe rebel iron-clad ram, the Albemarle, whose contest 1\\nwith and discomfiture by the Sassacus, in May, 1864, has\\nbeen previously described in this volume, and which had\\nbecome a formidable obstruction to the occupation of the\\nNorth Carolina sounds by the Union forces, finally met her", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0576.jp2"}, "575": {"fulltext": "THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALBEMARLE. 493\\nfate in October of the same year. During the previous\\nsummer, Lieutenant W. B. Cushing, commanding the\\nMonticello, one of the sixteen vessels engaged in watching\\nthe ram, conceived the plan of destroying their antagonist\\nby means of a torpedo. Upon submitting the plan to Bear-\\nAdmiral Lee and the Navy Department, he was detatched\\nfrom his vessel, and sent to New York to provide the articles\\nnecessary for his purpose, and these preparations having\\nbeen at last completed, he returned again to the scene of\\naction. His plan was to affix his newly-contrived torpedo\\napparatus to one of the picket launches little steamers not\\nlarger than a seventy-four s launch, but fitted with a compact\\nengine, and designed to relieve the seamen of the fatigue of\\npulling about at night on the naval picket line and of\\nwhich half a dozen had been then recently built under the\\nsuperintendence of Captain Boggs, of Varuna fame.\\nUnder Lieutenant Cushing s supervision, picket launch No. 1\\nwas supplied with the torpedo which was carried in a\\nbasket, fixed to a long arm, which could be propelled, at the x\\nimportant moment, from the vessel, in such a manner as to\\nreach the side of the vessel to be destroyed, there to be\\nfastened, and exploded at the will of those in the torpedo\\nboat, without serious risk to themselves. Having prepared\\nhis boat, he selected thirteen men, six of whom were officers,\\nto assist him in the undertaking. His first attempt to reach\\nthe Albemarle failed, as his boat got aground, and was\\nonly with difficulty released. On the following night, how-\\never, he again set out upon his perilous duty, determined\\nand destined this time to succeed. Moving cautiously, with\\nmuffled oars, up the narrow Eoanoke, he skilfully eluded the\\nobservation of the numerous forts and pickets with which\\nthat river was lined, and passing within twenty yards of a", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0577.jp2"}, "576": {"fulltext": "494 THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALBEAIARLE.\\npicket vessel, without detection, he soon found himself\\nabreast of the town of Plymouth. The night was very dark\\nand stormy, and having thus cleared the pickets, the launch\\ncrossed to the other side of the river opposite the town, and\\nsweeping round, came down upon the Albemarle from up\\nthe stream. The ram was moored near a wharf, and by\\nthe light of a large camp fire on the shore Cushing saw a\\nlarge force of infantry, and also discerned that the ram\\nwas protected by a boom of pine logs which extended about\\ntwenty feet from her. The watch on the Albemarle knew\\nnothing of bis approach till he was close upon them, when\\nthey hailed, 11 What boat is that And were answered,\\nThe Albemarle s boat and the same instant the launch\\nstruck, bows on, against the boom of logs, crushing them\\nin about ten feet, and running its bows upon them. She was\\nimmediately greeted with a heavy and incessant infantry fire\\nfrom the shore, while the ports of the Albemarle were\\nopened, and a gun trained upon the daring party. Cushir.g\\npromptly replied with a dose of canister, but the gahant\\nyoung fellow had enough for one man to manage. He had\\na line attached to his engineer s leg, to pull in lieu of bell\\nsignals another line to detach the torpedo, and another to\\nexplode it besides this, he managed the boom which was to\\nplace the torpedo under the vessel, and fired the howitzer\\nwith his own hand. But he coolly placed the torpedo in\\nits place and exploded it. At the same moment he was\\nstruck on the right wrist with a musket ball, and a shell from\\nthe Albemarle went crashing through the launch. The\\nwhole affair was but the work of a few minutes. Each man\\nhad now to save himself as best he might. Gushing threw\\noff his coat and shoes, and leaping into the water struck out\\nfor the opposite shore but the cries of one of his dro aning", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0578.jp2"}, "577": {"fulltext": "THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALBEMARLE. 495\\nmen attracting the enemy s fire, he turned down the stream.\\nThe water was exceedingly cold, and his heavy clothing\\nrendered it very difficult for him to keep afloat and after\\nabout an hour s swimming he went ashore, and fell ex-\\nhausted upon the bank. On coming to his senses, he found\\nhimself near a sentry and two officers, who were discussing\\nthe affair, and heard them say that Cushing was dead. Think-\\ning that he had better increase the distance between the rebels\\nand himself, he managed to shove himself along on his back,\\nby working with his heels against the ground, until he\\nreached a place of concealment.\\nAfter dark, he proceeded through the swamp for some\\ndistance, lacerating his feet and hands with the briars and\\noyster shells. He next day met an old negro whom he\\nthought he could trust. The negro was frightened at Cush-\\ning s wild appearance, and tremblingly asked who he was.\\nI am a Yankee, replied Cushing, and I am one of the\\nmen who blew up the Albemarle. My golly, massa\\nsaid the negro, dey kill you if dey catch you you dead\\ngone sure Cushing asked him if he could trust him to\\ngo into the town and bring him back the news. The negro\\nassented, and Cushing gave him all the money he had and\\nsent him off. He then climbed up a tree and opened his\\njack-knife, the only weapon he had, and prepared for any\\nattack which might be made.\\nAfter a time the negro came back, and to Cushing s joy,\\nreported the Albemarle sunk and the people leaving the\\ntown. Cushing then went further down the river, and found\\na boat on the opposite bank belonging to a picket guard.\\nHe once more plunged into the chilly river and detached the\\nboat, but. not daring to get into it, let it drift down the river,\\nkeeping himself concealed. At last, thinking he was far", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0579.jp2"}, "578": {"fulltext": "496 THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALBEMARLE.\\neuougli away to elude observation, he got into the boat and\\npaddled for eight hours until he reached the squadron. After\\nhailing them, he fell into the bottom of the boat, utterly ex-\\nhausted by hunger, cold, fatigue, and excitement, to the sur-\\nprise of the people in the squadron, who were somewhat\\ndistrustful of him when he first hailed, thinking him a rebel\\nwho w^as trying some trick.\\nNothing, indeed, but an overruling Providence and an iron\\nwill ever saved Cushing from death. He saw two of his men\\ndrown, who were stronger than he, and said of himself, that\\nwhen he paddled his little boat, his arms and his will were\\nthe only living parts of his organization.\\nOne man of the party returned on the Yalley City,\\nhaving been picked up after he had travelled across the\\ncountry and been in the swamps nearly two days.\\nBut one or two were wounded, and the larger part were\\ncaptured by the rebels, being unable to extricate themselves\\nfrom their perilous position among the logs of the boom,\\nunder the guns of the ram. The Albemarle had one of\\nher bows stove in by the explosion of the torpedo, and sank\\nat her moorings within a few moments, without loss of life\\nto her crew. Her fate opened the river to the Union forces,\\nwho quickly occupied Plymouth the North Carolina sounds\\nwere again cleared from rebel craft, and the large fleet of\\nvessels, which had been occupied in watching the iron-clad,\\nwere released from, that arduous duty. Lieutenant Cushing,\\nto whose intrepidity and skill the country is indebted for\\nthese results, was engaged in thirty-five fights during the\\nwar, and, exhausted as he was after this gallant exploit, made\\nthe journey to his home in western New York, near Dunkirk,\\nto vote, being one of those who believe that ballots are as\\nimportant as bullets, in the preservation of the national life\\nand liberties.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0580.jp2"}, "579": {"fulltext": "A GALLANT TAR.\\n491\\nHAED TO TELL POEK FEOM TOMATOES.\\nWhile the Brooklyn fourteenth were in Virginia, it was\\nnoticed that where they were the enemy s pigs got scared, and\\nthat in the promiscuous state of things thereabouts, an ac-\\ncident would sometimes occur by which pig was turned into\\npork, and then\\nHallo, my man where did you get that pork called\\nout the major to a soldier staggering along with something\\nwrapped up in his shelter tent, and crimsoning the ground\\nas he passed.\\nIt isn t pork, sir, it s tomatoes you don t know, sir, how\\nhard it is to tell pork from tomatoes in this country.\\nThe major, a pleasant hand at a joke himself, was conquered\\nat once, and did not press his inquiries.\\nA GALLANT TAE.\\nWilliam Eeid, an old sailor and man-of-war s-man, who\\nwas on board the Owasco, was one of the heroes of the fight\\nat Galveston. During the hottest moments of the battle be-\\ntween the Owasco and the rebel batteries, this man received\\na severe wound while in the act of loading his rifle. His two\\nforefingers on his left hand were shot away, and the surgeon\\nordered him below; but he refused to go, and, tying his\\npocket-hankerchief around his fingers, he remained on deck,\\nand did good execution with his rifle. Not more than thirty\\nminutes after, another shot struck him in his right shoulder,\\nand the blood spirted out through his shirt. Master s Mate\\nArbana then ordered him to go below, and have the surgeon\\n32", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0581.jp2"}, "580": {"fulltext": "498\\nAN EASY CAPTURE.\\ndress his wounds. The brave old fellow said No, sir; as\\nlong as there is any fighting to be done, I will stay on deck\\nAfter the engagement was over, the noble-hearted sailor\\nhad his wounds dressed and properly attended to. He re~\\nmained on board the Owasco, and whenever they beat to\\ngeneral quarters, William Eeid was at his post ready for\\norders. He was told one day by the captain to go below, as\\nhe was on the sick list, and his place was in the hospital. He\\nwas displeased with this remark, and replied: No, captain,\\nmy eyes are good, and I can pull a lock- string as well as any\\non em. The lock-string is a lanyard connected with the\\ncap that fires the gun.\\nAN EASY CAPTURE.\\nCaptain Wood, of the fourth Rhode Island regiment, was\\nsailing around alone, a day or two after the occupancy of\\nCarolina City, N. C, and seeing a suspicious schooner coming\\ndown toward the fort, he sailed alongside, and the following\\ncolloquy ensued\\nWhat kept you so long queried the captain.\\nWell, bad weather, etc., etc., responded the unsuspicious\\nskipper, adding, have the Yankees got down this way yet\\nOh, no! They re up toward Newbern, I hear.\\nThe captain ingratiated himself, and told them his nice\\nnew clothes were the uniform of Branch s men (rebels), who\\nnow were encamped at Carolina City.\\nHe learned their cargo was salt, etc. they had a mail,\\ndispatches, money, etc., for Colonel White, and, finally, under\\npretext of seeing the general at the depot, got them to", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0582.jp2"}, "581": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE OF THE u PLANTER.\\n499\\ntnake fast to the railroad pier. The skipper introduced Mr.\\nwho piloted lots of vessels through our blockade,\\nand two other men. The captain chatted, and drew them\\nunsuspiciously into the depot, where, fortunately, General\\nParke was, and introduced the four to the general.\\nWell I I m blowed if that ain t the smartest Yankee trick,\\nyet Well, I ll have to gin in, was the skipper s ejacula-\\ntion.\\nTHE ESCAPE OF THE PLANTER.\\nA correspondent on board the gunboat Onward, on duty\\nin the pert of Charleston, gives the following account of this\\nimportant event\\nM We have been anchored in the ship channel for some\\ndays, and have frequently seen a secesh steamei plying in\\nand around the harbor. Well, this morning, about sunrise,\\nI was awakened by the cry of All hands to quarters and\\nbefore I could get out, the steward knocked vigorously on\\nmy door: All hands to quarters, sir! de ram is a coming,\\nsir I don t recollect of ever dressing myself any quicker,\\nand got out on deck in a hurry. Sure enough, we could\\nsee, through the mist and fog, a great black object moving\\nrapidly, and steadily, right at our port quarter. Not with-\\nstanding Merrimacs] Iron Rams, Turtles, and death and de-\\nstruction in all shapes, were instantly conjured up in the\\nminds of all, yet every man worked with a determination and\\nwill that showed too plainly that be it a Ram, Turtle, or the\\nold boy himself, he would meet with a warm reception.\\nSprings were bent on, and the Onward was rapidly warping\\naround so as to bring her broadside to bear on the steamer,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0583.jp2"}, "582": {"fulltext": "500\\nTHE ESCAPE OF THE u PLANTER.\\nthat was still steadily approaching us and when the guna\\nwere brought to bear some of the men looked up at the\\nStars and Stripes, and then at the steamer, and muttered\\nYou if you run into us we will go down with colors fly-\\ning. Just as No. 3 port gun was being elevated, some one\\ncried out, I see something that looks like a white flag; and\\nsure enough there was something flying on the steamer that\\nwould have been white by an application of soap and water.\\nAs she neared us, we looked in vain for the face of a white\\nman. When they discovered that we did not fire on them,\\nthere was a rush of contrabands out on her deck, some\\ndancing, some singing, whistling, jumping, and others stood\\nlooking toward Fort Sumter, shaking their fists, and mut-\\ntering all sorts of maledictions on Fort Sumter and the\\n1 heart of the South 1 generally. As the steamer came under\\nthe stern of the Onward, a very ancient old darky stepped\\nout of the crowd, and taking off his hat, said, Good morning\\nsir I se brought you some of dem old United States guDs,\\nsir from Fort Sumter, sir and all the others around him\\nset up a yell Hi dat s so yah and the antics and capers\\nthey cut could only be done by slaves, who, by a bold\\nand successful move had gained their freedom running a\\nsteamer out of a large city passing the frowning battle-\\nments of Castle Pinckney, Forts Moultrie and Sumter. Had\\nsuch a feat been performed by a white man, Congress would\\nhave passed a vote of thanks, and the public would have\\ngone into ecstacies, and feted them. But to continue: As\\nsoon as she came up, Captain Nichols went alongside of her,\\nand was joyously received on board. They all flocked\\naround him, and asked eagerly, Has you got one of dem old\\nflags, sir W e d like to see him, sir The boat s flag was\\nhauled up, and bent on the halliards of the steamer, amidst", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0584.jp2"}, "583": {"fulltext": "THE ESCAPE OF THE PLANTER.\\n501\\nthe greatest excitement. The male contrabands again com-\\nmenced dancing, singing, whistling, and cheering, and in n\\nfew moments out came five female contrabands and three\\nchildren. As soon as the females came out, they commenced\\nshouting looking up to the old flag, 1 Hi yah dat s him\\ndat s de same old fellow! I know d him! and one rather\\ngood-looking one, with a very young child, elevated her\\nbaby over her head, and said, Just look up dare, honey\\nit ll do you good, I knows it will and she held the infant\\nclose to her breast, and cut the 1 pigeon wing, with a vim.\\nacross the deck, and then shook her clothes like a hen in a\\nrain-storm, and settled down the happiest looking creature\\nthe world ever saw.\\nWe learned from some of the most intelligent that they\\nhad been concocting this thing for three weeks. The leader\\nin it was an old darky, named Eobert Small they call him\\nthe major. The major says they would have run two\\nweeks ago, with a large number of rifle-cannon on board, but\\nthere was one fellow that they couldn t trust so they were\\ncompelled to postpone it. They have done very well as it\\nis, for they have brought off four long thirty-two-pounders,\\none one hundred and twenty-eight-pounder rifle cannon, and\\none small mortar, besides minie rifles, ammunition, derricks,\\nand a lot of apparatus used for planting heavy guns in bat-\\ntery. One of the men has been on her for some time, in the\\ncapacity of an engineer, and another as pilot. The whole\\nnumber on her is sixteen, viz.: eight men, five women, and\\nthree children.\\nThe old 1 major said he thought he d try it, any way\\nfor if he staid there he d get killed, and he couldn t more than\\nget killed in making the attempt, and wound up by saying,\\n1 1 tells you what it is, sar I was born under de old flag,", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0585.jp2"}, "584": {"fulltext": "502 THIRTY TREMENDOUS MINUTES.\\nand I se gitting old, and I jist feel as though I d tike to d. 3\\nunder it, and all we wants of you, gentlemen, is to let us live\\nunder de old flag give us a little to start on, and we will\\nearn our own living. We ain t no poor, lazy niggers. The\\nsteamer is now on her way to Augusta, the flag-ship on this\\nstation, and as she passes by the different vessels, the crews\\nman the rigging, and it would do your heart good to hear\\nthe hearty and prolonged cheers that greet her as she is\\npassing through the fleet. I have forgotten to tell you that\\nthe steamer is the Planter. She is armed with the thirty\\ntwos and a howitzer, and is the same one we have seen so\\noften. The other guns and apparatus were put on board the\\nday before, to be transported to a new battery they are\\nbuilding.\\nTHIETY TKEMENDOUS MINUTES.\\nThe bombardment of Fort Sumter, by the iron-clads under\\nAdmiral Dupont, was equally magnificent and terrible.\\nUnfortunately, the Ironsides got disabled by the current at a\\nmost critical hour. In this plight, however, it only remained\\nfor Admiral Dupont to signal to the fleet to disregard the\\nmovements of the flagship. This he did, and the ships then\\nassumed such positions as were available and they could\\ngain, the whole number being at the mouth of the harbor,\\nbetween Cumming s Point and Sullivan s Island, and opposite\\nthe northeast and eastern face of Fort Sumter, at distances of\\nfrom six hundred to a thousand yards. While the manceu-\\nvers of the admiral were thus going on, the enemy was not\\ninactive The powerful work on Cumming s Point, named\\nBattery B, opened the long range rifle ordnance of Fort", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0586.jp2"}, "585": {"fulltext": "THIRTY TREMENDOUS MINUTES.\\n503\\nBeauregard joined in; Moultrie hurled its heavy metal, the\\nfifty guns lining the Eedan swelled the fire and the trernen\\ndo us armament of Sumter vomited forth its fiery hail.\\nThere now ensued a period of not more than thirty minutes,\\nwhich formed the climax and white heat of the fight; for\\nthough, from the time when the fire was opening on the head\\nof the approaching line, to the time when the retiring fleet\\npassed out of the enemy s range, there was an interval of two\\nhours and a half, yet the essence of the fight was shut up in\\nthose thirty tremendous minutes.\\nThe best resources of the descriptive art, are feeble to\\npaint so terrific and awful a reality. Such a fire, or any\\nthing even approaching it, was simply never seen before.\\nThe mailed ships were in the focus of a concentric fire of\\nthose five powerful works, from which they were removed\\nonly some five to eight hundred yards, and which in all could\\nnot have mounted less than three hundred guns, viz.: the\\nfinest and largest guns from the spoils of the Norfolk navy-\\nyard, the splendid and heavy ten and eleven-inch guns, cast\\nat the Tredegar works, and the most approved English rifled\\nguns, Whitworth, and others, of the largest calibre made.\\nThere was something almost pathetic in the spectacle of those\\nlittle floating circular towers, exposed to the crushing weight\\nof those tons of metal, hurled against them with the terrific\\nforce of modern projectiles, and with such charges of powder\\nas were never before dreamed of in artillery firing. During\\nthe climax of the fire a hundred and sixty shots were counted\\nin a single minute, and the shot struck the iron-clads as fast\\nas the ticking of a watch.\\nIt was less of the character of an ordinary artillery duel,\\nand more of the proportions of a war of the Titans in the\\nelder mythologies.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0587.jp2"}, "586": {"fulltext": "504\\na sailor s story.\\nA SAILOR S STOEY.\\nOn the 10th. of April, 1862, a month after the great naval\\nfight in Hampton Roads, there was a grand reception in New\\nYork of the surviving heroes of the Congress and the Cum-\\nberland.\\nIn the course of the evening Mr. Willard, one of the sail-\\nors on the Congress, gave, in his vigorous way, an account\\nof the action, as follows\\nGentlemen and ladies: I am not acquainted with this\\nkind of speaking. 1 am not used to it. I have been too\\nlong in a man-of-war. I enlisted in a man-of-war when I\\nwas thirteen years of age. I am now forty. I have been in\\none ever since. We had been a long time in the Congress,\\nwaiting for the Merrimac, with the Cumberland. I claim a\\ntimber-head in both ships. I belonged to the Cumberland in\\nthe destroying of the navy yard and the ships at Norfolk.\\nOn the 8th of March, when the Merrimac came out, we were\\nas tickled as a boy would be with his father coming home\\nwith a new kite for him. [Loud laughter and applause.]\\nShe fired a gun at us. It went clean through the ship, and\\nkilled nobody. The next one was a shell. It came in at a\\nport-hole, killed six men, and exploded and killed nine more.\\nThe next one killed ten. Then she went down to the Cum-\\noerland. She had an old grudge against her, and she took\\nher hog-fashion, as I should say. [Great laughter.] The\\nCumberland fought her as long as she could. She fired her\\nspar-deck guns at her after her gun-deck was under water,\\nbut the shot had no more effect than peas. She sunk the\\nCumberland in about seven fathoms of water. You know\\nwhat a fathom is six feet. We lay in nine fathoms and it\\nwould not do to sink in that. We slipped our cable, and", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0588.jp2"}, "587": {"fulltext": "A sailor s story.\\n505\\nran into shallower water to get our broadside on the Merri-\\nmac, but we got her bows on. That gave them a chance to\\nrake us as they did. The commander opened a little port-hole\\nand said: 1 Smith, will you surrender the ship? Sajs he,\\n1 No, not as long as I have got a gun, or a man to man it.\\nThey fired a broadside. The men moved the dead bodies\\naway, and manned the guns again. They fired another\\nbroadside, and dismounted both the guns, and killed the\\ncrews. When they first went by us, they set us afire by a\\nshell exploding near the magazine. I know where the mag-\\nazine is you folks don t. Last broadside she killed our\\ncommander, Mr. Smith, our sailing-master, and the pilot.\\nWe had no chance at all. We were on the spar-deck most\\nof us the other steamers firing at us, and we dodging the\\nshot. No chance to dodge down below, because you could\\nnot see the shot till they were inside of the ship. We had\\nno chance, and we surrendered. The rebel officers we\\nk lowed em all all old playmates, shipmates came home\\nii i the Germantown with them all old playmates, but rascals\\nnow. She left us, and she went toward Norfolk to get out\\nof the way. She returned in the morning to have what I d\\nc ll a 1 fandango with the Minnesota and the first thing she\\nknowed, the little bumble-bee, the Monitor, was there, and\\nshe went back. I have no more to say, people but there is\\nthe flag that the fathers of our country left us, and, by the\\npowers of God above us, we ll\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe brave soldier s closing sentence was broken off by\\nlong and repeated cheers from the audience.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0589.jp2"}, "588": {"fulltext": "5u6\\nA SHZ1L C;: ECAZI ..EI?\\nA SHELL OX BOAKD SHIP.\\nA shell from a rifled cannon must be a very nice visitor\\nto drop in n to a small party, if we may judge from the\\nexploits of one which struck the United States steamer\\nMassachusetts, off Ship island, and which a writer who was\\non board describes as follows\\nDaring the action I think we hit her, the Florida, four\\ntimes, and I know she hit us once with a sixty-eight pound\\nrifle shell (that is the way we got the exact size of her rifled\\ngun). The shell entered on our starboard quarter, just\\nabove the iron part of the hull it came through the side,\\nangling afb (as we were a little abaft her beam when it struck\\nus), and took the deck in the passage way between two state-\\nrooms, and completely cut off eighteen of the deck planks,\\nand then struck a beam, which canted it up a little, so that\\nit took the steam-heating pipes under our dining-table, cut-\\nting off five of them, and tearing our dining-table all to\\npieces then went through the state-room, bulkhead, and\\nceiling of the ship on the opposite side, and struck one of\\nthe outside timbers, and broke every plank abreast of it short\\noi\u00c2\u00a3 from the spar to the gun deck it then fell down on to\\nthe cabin deck and exploded, knocking four state-rooms into\\none, breaking ail the glass and crockery ware, shattering the\\ncabin very badly, breaking up the furniture, and setting fire\\nto the ship but we had three streams of water upon the fire\\nat very short notice, and put it out before it did any damage\\nkeeping up our chase as though nothing had happened/ 5\\nA letter from the surgeon of the Massachusetts, Dr. John\\nIL Mackie, gives information that he was the only person\\nwounded by this destructive visitor. He was struck by a\\nsplinter on the shin.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0590.jp2"}, "589": {"fulltext": "AT PORT ROYAL.\\nAT POET EOYAL.\\nBY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.\\nThe tent-lights glimmer on the land,\\nThe ship-lights on the sea\\nThe night-wind smooths with drifting sand\\nOur track on lone Tybee.\\nAt last our grating keels outslide,\\nOur good boats forward swing\\nAnd while we ride the land-locked tide,\\nOur negroes row and sing,\\nFor dear the bondman holds his gifts\\nOf music and of song\\nThe gold that kindly Nature sifts\\nAmong his sands of wrong\\nThe power to make his toiling days\\nAnd poor home-comforts please\\nThe quaint relief of mirth that plays\\nWith sorrow s minor keys.\\nAnother glow than sunset s fire\\nHas filled the West with light,\\nWhere field and garner, barn and byre\\nAre blazing through the night.\\nThe land is wild with fear and hate\\nThe rout runs mad and fast\\nFrom hand to hand, from gate to gate.\\nThe flaming brand is passed.\\nThe lurid glow falls strong across\\nDark faces broad with smiles\\nNot theirs the terror, hate, and loss\\nThat fire yon blazing piles.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0591.jp2"}, "590": {"fulltext": "508\\nAT PORT ROYAL.\\nWith oar-strokes timing to their song,\\nThey weave in simple lays\\nThe pathos of remembered wrong,\\nThe hope of better days\\nThe triumph-note that Miriam sung,\\nThe joy of uncaged birds\\nSoftening with Afric s mellow tongue\\nTheir broken Saxon words.\\nSONG OP THE NEGRO BOATMAN.\\nO, praise an tanks I De Lord he come\\nTo set de people free\\nAn massa tink it day ob doom,\\nAn we ob jubilee.\\nDe Lord, dat heap de Red Sea waves,\\nHe jus as trong as den\\nHe say de word we las night slaves\\nTo-day de Lord s free men 1\\nDe yam will grow, de cotton blow,\\nWe ll hab de rice and corn\\nnebber you fear, if nebber you hear\\nDe driver blow his horn\\nOle massa on he trabbles gone\\nHe leaf de land behind\\nDe Lord s breff blow him furder on,\\nLike corn shuk in de wind.\\nWe own de hoe, we own de plough,\\nWe own de hands dat hold\\nWe sell de pig, we sell de cow,\\nBut neber chile be sold.\\nDe yam will grow, de cotton blow,\\nWe ll hab de rice an corn\\nnebber you fear, if nebber you hear\\nDe driver blow his horn", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0592.jp2"}, "591": {"fulltext": "AT PORT ROYAL.\\nWe pray de Lord he gib us signs\\nDat some day we be free\\nDe norf wind tell it to de pines,\\nDe wild-duck to de sea\\nWe tink it when de church-bell ring,\\nWe dream it in de dream\\nDe rice-bird mean it when he sing,\\nDe eagle when he scream.\\nDe yam will grow, de cotton blow,\\nWe ll hab de rice an corn\\nnebber you fear, if nebber you hear\\nDe driver blow his horn\\nWe know his promise nebber fail,\\nAn nebber lie de word\\nSo, like de postles in de jail,\\nWe waited for de Lord\\nAn now he open ebery door,\\nAn trow away de key\\nHe tink we lub him so before,\\nWe lub him better free.\\nDe yam will grow, de cotton blow,\\nHe ll gib de rice an corn\\nnebber you fear, if nebber you hear\\nDe driver blow his horn\\nSo sing our dusky gondoliers\\nAnd with a secret pain,\\nAnd smiles that seem akin to tears\\nWe hear the wild refrain.\\nWe dare not share the negro s trust\\nNor yet his hope deny\\nWe only know that God is just,\\nAnd every wrong shall die.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0593.jp2"}, "592": {"fulltext": "510\\nDEM ROTTEN SHELL.\\nRude seems the song each swarthy face,\\nFlame-lighted, ruder still\\nWe start to think that hapless race\\nMust shape our good or ill\\nThat laws of changeless justice bind\\nOppressor with oppressed\\nAnd close as sin and suffering joined,\\nWe march to fate abreast.\\nSing on, poor hearts your chant shall be\\nOur sign of blight or bloom,\\nThe vala-song of Liberty,.\\nOr death-rune of our doom\\nDEM KOTTEN SHELL.\\nAn officer in the Mississippi fleet is authority for the fol-\\nlowing After the battle and capture of Forts Henry and\\nDonelson, the fleet were lying at Cairo. The prisoners were\\npassing the fleet, and among them there was a contraband, an\\nold servant of one of the officers. In passing the Essex\\nhe shook his head, and remarked, I doesn t like dat one-\\npipe boat, for when she cum along and throwed dem rotten\\nshell ob hers we couldn t stan it no longer den massa run,\\nand after dat I leff, too I Just previous to the battle I had\\nfilled my shells with an incendiary matter of my own inven-\\ntion, which had not the most agreeable smell, and hence the\\nold darkey s remark. I used the same shell in my attack\\nand destruction of the Arkansas.", "height": "3608", "width": "2257", "jp2-path": "bluecoatshowthey00true_0_0594.jp2"}, "593": {"fulltext": "SECRETS of THE\\nGREAT CITY.\\nA WORK DESCRIPTIVE OF THE VIRTUES AND\\nTHE VICES, THE MYSTERIES, MISERIES,\\nAND CRIMES OF NEW YORK CITY.\\nBY EDWARD WINSLOW MARTIN.\\nILLUSTRATED WITH 35 FINE ENGRAVINGS.\\nThe Author of this work needs no endorsement his long residence in\\nNew York, and intimate acquaintance with Metropolitan life in all its varied\\nphases, peculiarly fit him for the preparation of such a work.\\nIt Tells How Fortunes are Made and Cost in a 33ay,\\nHow Shrewd Men are Ruined in Wall Street,\\nHow 44 Countrymen are Swindled by Sharpers,\\nHow Ministers and Merchants are Black-mailed,\\nHow Dance-Halls and Concert-Saloons are Managed,\\nHow Gambling-Houses and Lotteries are Conducted,\\nHow Stock, and Oil Companies Originate, and how\\nthe Bubbles Burst.\\n.A. 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