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The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), Confederate negro enlistments. (search)
se servants who followed their masters afield, albeit not fond of bullets, are known to have now and then taken hot shots at the Yankees. Lieutenant Shelton's man Jack, of the Thirteenth Arkansas, fell at his master's side at the battle of Belmont. When Jack was shot, Jack's son took his rifle and went to the field to avenge hiJack was shot, Jack's son took his rifle and went to the field to avenge his daddy. Major White, of the Alabama battalion that bore his name, had a negro servant who risked his life to bear off his master's body from the field when he was shot down, and after the funeral he took his master's horse and effects, and rode home with them, over a thousand miles, to the old plantation. A Florida negress illuJack's son took his rifle and went to the field to avenge his daddy. Major White, of the Alabama battalion that bore his name, had a negro servant who risked his life to bear off his master's body from the field when he was shot down, and after the funeral he took his master's horse and effects, and rode home with them, over a thousand miles, to the old plantation. A Florida negress illustrated the principle of family pride which is characteristic of the race, in a quaint and touching way. Her young masters, both lads, were conscripted and ordered to Pensacola. As they were taking tearful leave of friends and home, the old mammy said: Now, young marsters, stop dis hyar cryin‘; go and fight fer yo‘ country like m
The Annals of the Civil War Written by Leading Participants North and South (ed. Alexander Kelly McClure), Stonewall Jackson and his men. (search)
alrymen, with an inebriated captain, and one of the party, delighted at the sight of a man who had found whisky enough to be drunk, sprang up from the fire and, brandishing a roasting-ear in his hand, leaped down into the road, and seizing the General's horse, cried out: I say, old fellow, where the devil did you get your liquor? In an instant, as the General awoke, the fellow saw his mistake; and then bounding from the road he took the fence at a single leap, exclaiming: Good God, it's old Jack! and disappeared in the darkness. Yes, General Jackson slept a great deal, but he was never caught napping. He gave to sleep many moments which other men would have given to conversation. He was essentially a silent man; not morose, but quiet. He smiled often, rarely laughed. He never told a joke, but did not discourage them in others, and if one struck his peculiar fancy, he would smile in mild approval. He did not live apart from his staff, but liked to have them about him, and th