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Shannon, Carroll County, Illinois (Illinois, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
en hero should be called among them, and that the answer should come back from the ranks--Dead upon the field of glory. Oh, Mr. Chairman! Oh, God! if a solemn roll-call could be had this light of the regiment to which belonged the gallant boys of whom I have told you and of the many other regiments in which marched their comrades in peril and in trial, the answer would come back from the ranks in the great majority of cases, Dead upon the field of glory. One night there lay in the outer trenches, confronting a dark redan, brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, and from the banks of Shannon, who sang of Annie Laurie. Next day they married immortality, and the music of their bridal march was the deep roar of the artillery and the sharp crash and rattle of the rifles and the musketry. These men illustrated for the thousandth time, Mr. Chairman, not more than the dear boys of whom I have told you, the precious truth that the bravest are the tenderest, the loving are the daring.
Harrisonburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
y own observation, one like so many which are familiar to us all, and illustrative, as I think, of the tone and temper of the brave hearts that beat beneath the ragged jackets of gray — gray only for a time, and then stained with every hue from cloud and storm, from rain and sunshine, from the dust of the march and from the patriot blood that flowed through diminished veins from honorable wounds. In May, 1862, just after the battle of McDowell, the army of the immortal Jackson lay near Harrisonburg in the Valley of Virginia, while the magnificently equipped army of the enemy, commanded by General Banks, was entrenched at Strasburg, meditating a further advance, while harassing and humiliating the noble people of the Valley in their rear. In order to dislodge him, or, if possible, to get in his rear at Middletown, by way of the Page Valley, and destroy him, Jackson ordered his army to cook three days rations, and to be placed in light marching order. The next morning at dawn the ma
Europe (search for this): chapter 3.27
mmortal chief to whom they equally with Jackson looked up with reverence — they felt unshaken confidence in their corps commander. If at any time the thin ranks on their right or their left or in their own line were broken by overwhelming numbers, they would comfort one another with the words, never mind, boys, old Stonewall is here. Mr. Chairman, in the army of Italy there once fell a soldier of the ranks, fighting grandly beneath the eye of his General-afterwards the imperial master of Europe. Next morning orders came from headquarters that henceforth forever, when the roll of his regiment shall be called, the name of that fallen hero should be called among them, and that the answer should come back from the ranks--Dead upon the field of glory. Oh, Mr. Chairman! Oh, God! if a solemn roll-call could be had this light of the regiment to which belonged the gallant boys of whom I have told you and of the many other regiments in which marched their comrades in peril and in trial,
Clyde, N. Y. (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
en hero should be called among them, and that the answer should come back from the ranks--Dead upon the field of glory. Oh, Mr. Chairman! Oh, God! if a solemn roll-call could be had this light of the regiment to which belonged the gallant boys of whom I have told you and of the many other regiments in which marched their comrades in peril and in trial, the answer would come back from the ranks in the great majority of cases, Dead upon the field of glory. One night there lay in the outer trenches, confronting a dark redan, brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, and from the banks of Shannon, who sang of Annie Laurie. Next day they married immortality, and the music of their bridal march was the deep roar of the artillery and the sharp crash and rattle of the rifles and the musketry. These men illustrated for the thousandth time, Mr. Chairman, not more than the dear boys of whom I have told you, the precious truth that the bravest are the tenderest, the loving are the daring.
Strasburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
s that beat beneath the ragged jackets of gray — gray only for a time, and then stained with every hue from cloud and storm, from rain and sunshine, from the dust of the march and from the patriot blood that flowed through diminished veins from honorable wounds. In May, 1862, just after the battle of McDowell, the army of the immortal Jackson lay near Harrisonburg in the Valley of Virginia, while the magnificently equipped army of the enemy, commanded by General Banks, was entrenched at Strasburg, meditating a further advance, while harassing and humiliating the noble people of the Valley in their rear. In order to dislodge him, or, if possible, to get in his rear at Middletown, by way of the Page Valley, and destroy him, Jackson ordered his army to cook three days rations, and to be placed in light marching order. The next morning at dawn the march commenced — no man but Jackson knowing whither. The troops were accustomed to severe marches, but this was a most trying one. All
Middletown (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
of the enemy, commanded by General Banks, was entrenched at Strasburg, meditating a further advance, while harassing and humiliating the noble people of the Valley in their rear. In order to dislodge him, or, if possible, to get in his rear at Middletown, by way of the Page Valley, and destroy him, Jackson ordered his army to cook three days rations, and to be placed in light marching order. The next morning at dawn the march commenced — no man but Jackson knowing whither. The troops were accd crushing his army demoralized by such a calamity. By some means he got information about this time which induced him to retreat towards Winchester, but not early enough to prevent the advance of Jackson's army from cutting his rear in two at Middletown and capturing and dispersing it. Then commenced that hot pursuit of the main body of the flying enemy — seeking by two roads a refuge behind his entrenchments at Winchester. Jackson's immortal fame had then only begun to bud, and he was habitu
Front Royal (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
in light marching order. The next morning at dawn the march commenced — no man but Jackson knowing whither. The troops were accustomed to severe marches, but this was a most trying one. All day long they pushed forward under a broiling sun — unusual at that season — and with a dense and stifling dust. Men frequently staggered from the ranks overcome by the heat, and many, footsore and weary, were left behind. The second night, about 9 P. M., after a very severe march, we encamped at Front Royal — the leading regiment having gobbled up, as the soldiers called it, one of Banks' outlying regiments stationed at that point — about twelve miles from his left-rear. Thus far the movement had been entirely masked by the cavalry. Early the next morning the march was directed again towards the Valley turnpike, and the troops, sore and limping, were yet pressed forward with vigor, in the hope of cutting Banks off from his line of retreat and crushing his army demoralized by such a ca
Winchester, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 3.27
limping, were yet pressed forward with vigor, in the hope of cutting Banks off from his line of retreat and crushing his army demoralized by such a calamity. By some means he got information about this time which induced him to retreat towards Winchester, but not early enough to prevent the advance of Jackson's army from cutting his rear in two at Middletown and capturing and dispersing it. Then commenced that hot pursuit of the main body of the flying enemy — seeking by two roads a refuge behind his entrenchments at Winchester. Jackson's immortal fame had then only begun to bud, and he was habitually severely criticised both by officers and men. Thus far the brigade to which my own regiment (the Twenty-first Virginia) belonged had not pulled a trigger. The well known Company F, of Richmond, was on the right of the regiment. As the men limped along with weary limbs and feet throbbing with pain, on what seemed to them an aimless march, I heard them denouncing Jackson in unmeasured t
John M. Patton (search for this): chapter 3.27
Reminiscences of Jackson's infantry ( foot cavalry ). By Colonel John M. Patton. At the banquet of the Army of Northern Virginia, October 29th, 1879, Colonel John M. Patton was called upon to respond to the following toast: The Infantry--Though often half fed and half clad, they did their whole duty. We can never forget their heroic tread on the march, their bravery in battle, and the wild yell of enthusiasm and devotion which often sent dismay to the lines of the enemy. He spoke aColonel John M. Patton was called upon to respond to the following toast: The Infantry--Though often half fed and half clad, they did their whole duty. We can never forget their heroic tread on the march, their bravery in battle, and the wild yell of enthusiasm and devotion which often sent dismay to the lines of the enemy. He spoke as follows: Mr. Chairman--It would be a vain and presumptuous task were I, on this occasion, to essay an eulogy on the half fed and half clad infantry of the Army of Northern Virginia. They have written their own eulogy in imperishable lines on every sod of every battlefield of Virginia. That eulogy has been heard in the princely halls of imperial courts, and it has been rehearsed with pride around the camp-fires of every army, great and small, through-out the world. It has been piped to t
Annie Laurie (search for this): chapter 3.27
len hero should be called among them, and that the answer should come back from the ranks--Dead upon the field of glory. Oh, Mr. Chairman! Oh, God! if a solemn roll-call could be had this light of the regiment to which belonged the gallant boys of whom I have told you and of the many other regiments in which marched their comrades in peril and in trial, the answer would come back from the ranks in the great majority of cases, Dead upon the field of glory. One night there lay in the outer trenches, confronting a dark redan, brave hearts from Severn and from Clyde, and from the banks of Shannon, who sang of Annie Laurie. Next day they married immortality, and the music of their bridal march was the deep roar of the artillery and the sharp crash and rattle of the rifles and the musketry. These men illustrated for the thousandth time, Mr. Chairman, not more than the dear boys of whom I have told you, the precious truth that the bravest are the tenderest, the loving are the daring.
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