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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 6. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Detailed Minutiae of soldier life. (search)
Monday the 3d the column was pushed along without ceremony at a rapid pace until night, when a halt was ordered and the battalion laid down in a piece of pine woods to rest. There was some desultory eating in this camp, but so little of it that there was no lasting effect. At early dawn of Tuesday the 4th, the men struggled to their feet, and with empty stomachs and brave hearts resumed their places in the ranks, and struggled on with the column as it marched steadily in the direction of Moore's church, in Amelia county, where it arrived in the night. The men laid down under the shelter of a fine grove, and friend divided with friend the little supplies of raw bacon and bread picked up on the day's march. The men were scarcely stretched on the ground and ready for a good nap, when the orderly of the Howitzers commenced bawling, Detail for guard!! Detail for guard!! Fall in here, fall in!! Then followed the names of the detail. Four men answered to their names, but declared the
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 6. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Governor Moore's proclamation concerning General Butler's Infamous order. (search)
Governor Moore's proclamation concerning General Butler's Infamous order. Executive office, Opelousas, Louisiana, May 24th, 1862. To the People of Louisiana: The general commanding the troops of the United States now holding possession of New Orleans issued the following order on the 15th instant: As the officers and soldiers of the United States have been subject to repeated insults from the women (calling themselves ladies) of New Orleans, in return for the most scrupulous non-i. It is your homes that you have to defend. It is the jewel of your hearths, the chastity of your women, you have to guard. Let that thought animate your breasts, nerve your arms, quicken your energies and inspire your resolution. Strike home to the heart of your foe the blow that rids your country of his presence. If need be, let his blood moisten your own grave. It will rise up before your chilas a perpetual memento of a race whom it will teach to hate now and evermore. Thomas O. Moore.