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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 3. (ed. Frank Moore), Doc. 36. battle of Port Royal, S. C. Fought November 7, 1861. (search)
very strong one, mounting about thirty guns, three of them rifled; besides, they had a fortified camp. Their first shot took out a large piece from our main-mast, hurting it so badly that we shall have to get a new one; and the rest of their shot cut some of our rigging; but that can be soon repaired. Our first shells fell right in their camp, and the slaughter must have been dreadful. A shot from our ten-inch put a hole in their stars and bars; another took down the flag-staff; but the Confeds ran another up pretty quickly; but it was a doomed piece of bunting. The Forbes fired with her rifled gun, and the ball, catching the flag, wound it around and carried it off into the woods. About half-past 4 we saw the secessionists moving off in treble-double quick. During this engagement we had a very exposed position. Our captain went on board of the flag-ship last night, and was immediately recognized by two contrabands, the property of his brother, who built and commanded the fo
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 34 (search)
The following is the superscription of a letter that passed through the Louisville, Ky., post-office: Feds and Confeds, let this go free Down to Nashville, Tennessee; This three-cent stamp will pay the cost Until you find Sophia Yost. Postmasters North, or even South, May open it and find the truth; I merely say my wife's got well, And has a baby cross as----you know. Louisville Journal, December 24.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 101 (search)
26. a song without a Title. composed by J. Ferguson, Co. A, twenty-first regiment Indiana volunteers. tune--Happy Land of Canaan. The rebels are enraged, To think we are engaged In trying to put down this cursed rebellion; We will show them that we can Turn out to a single man, To drive them to the happy Land of Canaan. Oh! oh! oh! Confeds, don't you know A good time for us is a-coming? We will show you that we're right, That you rebels cannot fight, And we'll blow you to the happy land of Canaan The rebels soon will find That the Yankees are the kind Of men to put down this rebellion; The rebs think they are strong; But 'twill not be very long, Until we send them to the happy land of Canaan. Oh! oh! oh! Ye rebels, don't you know That the Yankees from the North are a-coming? You may think we are in fun, But we'll make you rebels run, Or we'll blow you to the happy land of Canaan. Jeff Davis, he is wise, At least in rebel eyes; He is waiting for some foreign intervention. I
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 11. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 105 (search)
asting ears.. August 13.--Awful hot. Made a glorious breakfast of corn. Moved to extreme right in woods as pickets — country rough and mountainous — like our position. Fighting going on around ; as yet, we are not in. Think the Yanks getting around us, up the other valley. 2 P. M — The enemy appear in beautiful order on hights near Strasburg, evidently to turn our left. If they keep on, in a few minutes we shall join issue. Their numbers, order, and deliberation look enough to scare Confeds, but nil desperandum, our motto. We are in say one half mile of each other, where they fall back, in a hurry too. We watch them as they rapidly disappear toward Washington — at a loss to know what it means — the general supposition is that Longstreet has come to our relief via Front Royal. Rain. We have put up a shanty. August 14.--Sunday, clear, hot; 7 A. M., ordered out to make a reconnoissance. Our brigade (Smith's) and two pieces of artillery marched through Strasburg on to the
John D. Billings, The history of the Tenth Massachusetts battery of light artillery in the war of the rebellion, Chapter 13: (search)
er, coming, as one did, to call upon friends in a regiment stationed next us, was shot dead in their very sight. Yet even this scene could cast but a temporary gloom over the witnesses, so hardened does human nature become by repeated experiences. The Seventy-second Pennsylvania Regiment of the Second Brigade, Second Division, was on our right flank, and the term of service of seven of their companies ended that night. They were a jolly lot, and their joviality bubbled over towards the Confeds in plentiful showers of lead. Twenty or thirty of them would level their rifles over the works at a time and fire in a volley, then lying low they would wait for the response, which was never long in coming from the appreciative Johnnies. When their ammunition was exhausted they fired away their ramrods. It was a pastime, harmless enough to those immediately engaged in it, but decidedly disagreeable—not to use a stronger expression—to any who might be passing to or from the rear. But ni
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 12. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Editorial paragraph. (search)
rom every quarter, and that, with an expected appropriation from the Virginia Legislature, the scheme promises to be a splendid success: R. E. Lee camp, No. 1, Confederate veterans, Richmond, Va., January 15th, 1884. The above Camp of old Confeds see and feel the necessity for concentrated effort to aid and care for the disabled of our comrades, who have no Government to bestow bounty upon them, and who must rely on those who experienced the hardship of soldier life, and those who have sted in May next, or as soon as we can, and would be grateful for such contributions of money or merchandise as will make our efforts a success. Please make prompt reply if you can help us. With soldierly greetings, we are, Your old comrade Confeds, R. H. Fox, J. B. Mckenny, D. S. Redford, J. T. Ferriter, W. T. Ashby, Committee. the Mercer cavalry, from Spotsylvania county, Virginia, commanded by Lieutenant Waller, and not the Mercer county Cavalry, commanded by Lieutenant Walker,
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The campaign and battle of Lynchburg. (search)
ype. There were few officers in either army who, with such a force, could have accomplished as much. His little command had been in constant contact with the enemy for many days, had been continuously in the saddle and on exhausting marches, was badly mounted and badly equipped; everything about it was worn and weary but their dauntless spirit; that, under the example of their indomitable leaders, never flagged for an instant. The truth is, heroism was so common a quality amongst the old Confeds during that war that heroes were almost at a discount and heroic acts passed unnoticed, however great. The services of this command were recognized at the time by a vote of thanks adopted by the City Council of Lynchburg on the 24th of June, 1864, for their gallantry in opposing for ten days the march of a greatly superior force, thereby retarding the advance of the enemy on our city until a proper force could be organized for its defence. The citizens of the town at the same time prese
The Daily Dispatch: October 28, 1862., [Electronic resource], The late typhoon in China. (search)
Another Daring Outrage. --As Wm. Mitchell was passing up Mayo street on Friday night last, he was attacked by three scoundrels, when near Roes street, knocked down, kicked and otherwise maltreated, when in quest of his wallet. They got nothing for their trouble, though Br. M. had $80 in "Confeds" concealed about his person.