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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 13. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Recollections of campaign against Grant in North Mississippi in 1862 -63 . (search)
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 13. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), An incident of Lee 's surrender. (search)
An incident of Lee's surrender.
Colonel William W. Blackford, of the First Regiment of Engineer Troops, Army of Northern Virginia (formerly a member of the staff of General J. E. B. Stuart), fuhim on the 9th April, 1865:
During a large part of the day of the surrender at Appomattox, General Lee and his staff remained in an apple orchard near the village.
The road from this orchard to aonsiderable portion of our forces were encamped.
After arranging the details of the surrender, Lee mounted his horse to return to his quarters.
Always an imposing figure, his appearance that day e man, extending both arms with an impressive gesture, said, I love you just as well as ever, General Lee.
After he had passed, many, throwing themselves on the ground, covered their faces and criedered their faces and cried like children.
General Lee rode the whole distance with his hat in his hand, and with tears trickling down his cheeks.
No one who was present can ever forget the scene.
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 13. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Wee Nee Volunteers of Williamsburg District, South Carolina , in the First (Gregg 's) Regiment—Siege and capture of Fort Sumter . (search)
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 13. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Return of a refugee. (search)
Return of a refugee. By Mrs. Clara D. Maclean.
The end had arrived.
All prayers and tears had availed nothing; all prophecies of success were null; all forebodings fulfilled; all hopes blasted.
When, one morning, as the joyous spring came dancing over the hills, and one's very heart seemed bursting with the brightness and beauty, two battle-scarred and thread-bare soldiers came in with the news of Lee's surrender, it fell upon us like a thunderbolt of doom.
No, no!
I cried, you heard falsely.
It cannot be!
I saw him with my own eyes, said one, as those very eyes rained strange tears; I heard him with my own ears read the general orders telling us he had to give up.
His voice grew too husky — to speak, and his comrade took up the fateful tale.
He was a harder man, but the furrows in his bronzed visage seemed worn as by rivers of waters.
With suppressed oaths and many bitter words he rehearsed the scene at Appomattox.
We are going back to old South Caliny, he