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Greencastle (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 104
[slept When we marched back to camp, and like soldiers we stept, Only stopping to drink to our chief, The provost, who'd shut up the bars, though by stealth We still had enough to drink to his health. The provost (I dreamed) I could never forget, And his aids I would always remember, How from morning till night they were sorely beset In that terrible month of September; When the foe in Middletown Valley was seen, As the sun went down in the west, And at dark had advanced already between Greencastle and Marion at least. But the provost (I dreamed) was a man who would have His will and his way in his station, And to show that the town he would certainly save, He issued a strict proclamation: “No citizen armed for the common defence,” His bitters could get of a morning; But the citizen-soldiers scorned abstinence, As their mode of attack was by horning. “In case the foe approaches the town,” The command was, “Destroy all the brandy,” But it did not say how, so my friend Mr. Bro
Middletown Valley (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 104
gulations.” Then behind a stone fence we were placed where we Till we heard the approaching relief, [slept When we marched back to camp, and like soldiers we stept, Only stopping to drink to our chief, The provost, who'd shut up the bars, though by stealth We still had enough to drink to his health. The provost (I dreamed) I could never forget, And his aids I would always remember, How from morning till night they were sorely beset In that terrible month of September; When the foe in Middletown Valley was seen, As the sun went down in the west, And at dark had advanced already between Greencastle and Marion at least. But the provost (I dreamed) was a man who would have His will and his way in his station, And to show that the town he would certainly save, He issued a strict proclamation: “No citizen armed for the common defence,” His bitters could get of a morning; But the citizen-soldiers scorned abstinence, As their mode of attack was by horning. “In case the foe approaches th
Chambersburgh (Ohio, United States) (search for this): chapter 104
Border war, as seen and experienced by the inhabitants of Chambersburgh, Pa. I. A wandering hunter spied the spot, Where the Falling Spring, a limpid stream, Which glides on its course like a fairy dream, A moment's joy and then forgot, Rolls laughing over its rocky bed; A moment pure and a moment free, A lagging moment forever sped, Then hurried onward toward the sea. Swept off, the victim of wild intrigue, 'Twixt the ripples and waves of the Conococheague. On that spot now rests a quiet town, Called after a man attracted there By the hunter's tale, bewitching fair, Of the water-fall which tumbles down In foamy spray o'er its rough-hewn stair; The spot I have learned to love so well, Where fancy can revel without restraint, And her creations are wont to dwell, And fill the mind with pictures quaint; And there I muse on a thousand things, Which come on Imagination's wings, And the well-known legends fondly trace, That are told of the Indian-haunted place. 'Twas on this spot s
Stone River (Tennessee, United States) (search for this): chapter 104
ouldn't find them. For “over the river and far away,” They had gone, as they hadn't “the time to stay,” Leaving “flaming regrets” behind them. V. This Part refers to the young men of Chambersburgb, Pa., who were killed in the battles of Stone River and Frede<*>ks-burgh, and to the colored men of the same place who belonged to the Massachusetts Fifty-fourth regiment, which displayed so great bravery at the attack on Fort Wagner. The autumn bleak and the winter cold Passed slowly by, while afar off rolled War's tide and train of desolation. On the Rappahannock's blood-stained shore, Where the Yazoo's darksome waters pour, Or Stone River's waves are mingled with gore, Stood the bulwarks of the nation. Our fathers, brothers, sons were there, While a sister's sigh or a mother's prayer, Went up to heaven, “O Father, spare!” The rifle-flash and bayonet-thrust, The ranks of men, the columns of dust, The musketry crash, the cannon's roar, And all the ominous sound of war, Was
Morris Island (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 104
<*>ks-burgh, and to the colored men of the same place who belonged to the Massachusetts Fifty-fourth regiment, which displayed so great bravery at the attack on Fort Wagner. The autumn bleak and the winter cold Passed slowly by, while afar off rolled War's tide and train of desolation. On the Rappahannock's blood-stained shore, Wh dirges for heroes meet; Men black as Erebus sprung forth, And I saw them spring at their country's call, Raised up the banner of the North, And placed it high on Wagner's wall. From the dens where burrow a subject race, Methought I saw them face to face With the monster Death on Wagner's towers, Exclaiming: “the Fort it must be oWagner's towers, Exclaiming: “the Fort it must be ours.” And I turned and pointed where heroes lay, And pronounced a benediction of sorrow: “Sleep sweetly, brave men, for ye this day Have gained for your children a glorious to-morrow.” VI. But again the rumor is borne on the breeze, (We often before had rumors like these,) That Lee is moving, intent on invasion. But we hee
Marion (search for this): chapter 104
we marched back to camp, and like soldiers we stept, Only stopping to drink to our chief, The provost, who'd shut up the bars, though by stealth We still had enough to drink to his health. The provost (I dreamed) I could never forget, And his aids I would always remember, How from morning till night they were sorely beset In that terrible month of September; When the foe in Middletown Valley was seen, As the sun went down in the west, And at dark had advanced already between Greencastle and Marion at least. But the provost (I dreamed) was a man who would have His will and his way in his station, And to show that the town he would certainly save, He issued a strict proclamation: “No citizen armed for the common defence,” His bitters could get of a morning; But the citizen-soldiers scorned abstinence, As their mode of attack was by horning. “In case the foe approaches the town,” The command was, “Destroy all the brandy,” But it did not say how, so my friend Mr. Brown, Thought to
Craighead (search for this): chapter 104
at “the guns should stay by his side, For his guns had stood by him, and he Would stand by his guns, as they should see.” Then followed visions of trouble and strife, Of the tomahawk and the scalping-knife, The war-whoop wild and the scene of slaughter, And of human blood in the limpid water. And then from the buried past we fly To the living present which vividly seems The realization of mystic dreams That are wont to fleck our dream-land's sky. From the time on freedom's natal day, When Craighead urged the-youth away, And our patriot sires, a martial band, Shoulder to shoulder and hand to hand, Marched forth to consecrate the land At liberty's shrine and on freedom's altar; Up to the day when marched the son To end the work the sire begun, And not a man was known to falter. From the fields where Steele and Chambers fought, At the nation's first baptismal, To the gory spot where Easton wrought And died ‘midst the deep swamps dismal; And from where our patriot fathers bled, And their<
Roberts (search for this): chapter 104
the rumor is borne on the breeze, (We often before had rumors like these,) That Lee is moving, intent on invasion. But we heeded it not until it was clear That Jenkins had come unpleasantly near, And Lee himself would surely be here Before his head had many more days on. Then away the “prominent citizens” hurried, Excited, frightened, flustered, flurried, In wagons, carriages, sulkies, carts, On horseback, “on foot,” by all manner of arts And devices; And all kinds of people — Smith, Jones, Roberts, Robinson, Brown, and Bones, And the Rices. While away in advance of the headlong race, Was a carriage that looked like R----n's, Which seemed “like he gwine to leab de place,” Through fear of the mighty Jenkins. ‘Mid shriek, and yell, and cry, and shout, And peals of wicked laughter, On, hurried on, the rabble rout, With Milroy's wagons after. Pell-mell, Helter-skelter, Hurry-skurry, Toss and tumble, Roll and rumble, And dust to make us blind, most; Thus Milroy's trains Came over
Samuel Johnson (search for this): chapter 104
hat would break down a mason; Five muskets--two sabres — astonished I looked For howitzer, cannon, and caisson. VII. But Jenkins now returns again, And Lee and his army following them, Grief, terror, and desolation Throughout our lovely valley fling, And nearer, nearer, nearer bring Destruction to the nation. The first to come over the roads was Rhodes, And then brigade, division, and corps Into the town with clatter and roar, In one unceasing current pour; Divisions almost half a score: Johnson's, Anderson's, Picket's, and Hood's, On, and on, and onward still, McLaw's, and Pender's, and Heath's, until The corps of Ewell and A. P. Hill, And “Bull-dog” Longstreet, all were found Encamped throughout the neighborhood round, These rebels were flushed with insolent pride, Believing an irresistible tide Like the waves of a deep-flowing river, Was sweeping the nation far and wide, Engulfing us ‘neath it forever. “We're back in the Union again,” they cried And endless their boasting
Phoebus (search for this): chapter 104
ake A correct catalogue of their stock; Such things as they wanted were all they would take, And the balance erase from the book; Except whatever the men might find To tickle the fancy or please the mind.” Thus pleasantly chatting, when all was “took down,” He looked at the bills and bought out the town. Still Jenkins had terrible griefs to bear, And as Jenkinses never were known to swear, He affirmed: “He'd be d — d if he'd stand 'em.” And so he launched forth in a speech at the rate Of Phoebus's horses when Phaeton sate On the box and drove ‘em tandem. “In a peaceable way he had entered the town, Yet we had a hostile spirit shown ;” If he had said “horse steal” to me it appears, The kettle had had the pot by the ears-- “Had stolen his horses and tried to shoot down His men in a charge inoffensively made, Which greatly displeased his entire brigade; Who swore that unless we paid all their losses, Or begging their pardon returned them their losses, The d — d l
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