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Chula Depot (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
charge, or of some others. Just before dawn, April 4th, a drizzling rain began to fall, and the morning broke dismally enough. Soon after daylight the division was formed along the road. There being no breakfast, little preparation was required, and disentangling ourselves from the artillery and other troops which moved out at the same time, we succeeded in gaining a clear road. The men were cheered with the information that there was a possibility of finding provisions at Matoaca (Chula?) Station, but on striking the Danville Railroad at that point, they met with disappointment. However, an hour's halt was made in the middle of the day, as well for rest as to give those few who were so provident as to have saved a little meat or flour, an opportunity to cook. So far we had been pursuing the road which crossed the Appomattox over Goode's bridge, but owing to the failure of someone to have the pontoons laid at that point, we were compelled to strike further to the north
Petersburg, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
s the last and saddest hours of the evacuation, for learning that movements would soon take place in my own command, I mounted at sundown and galloped back to Chaffin's farm. Here I found more of the confusion which I had left in Richmond, but there was only, instead, the unnatural stillness of stealthy preparations. Orders had been received at Division Headquarters to move out as soon as the moon went down, which would be at 2 A. M. The hostile lines were very close at this point, Fort Harrison (Burnham) being only four or five hundred yards from Elliott's Hill, while the pickets were almost face to face; at one place two logs thrown across a path, separated by an interval of a few steps only, marked the limits of the respective beats. An armed neutrality had always been strictly observed, however, and this tacid understanding of the pickets could be as well trusted as a safeguard from Lee or Grant together. It is well known that during the latter part of the war pickets
Drewry's Bluff (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
er saw it again. By daylight we had made several miles on the Amelia Courthouse road. In the early gray of morning, while the command was resting for a few minutes, a sudden bright light drew the attention of everyone to the direction of Drewry's Bluff. A magnificent pyramid of fire, shooting hundreds of feet into the dusky air, and a dull explosion, told the tale of the destruction of the last of the Confederate navy, except the Shenandoah, still cruising on the ocean. Custis Lee's Divvision received a large and efficient accession, but one which also added yet more to its heterogeneous character. This consisted, in the first place, of the so-called Naval Brigade, formed of the officers and men who had been stationed at Drewry's Bluff now organized into something like a regiment, the tars being armed with minie muskets. They numbered about 1,500 (?) and were commanded by Commodore Tucker. There were also four or five companies of Richmond Locals, which were incorpora
Gaines Mill (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
their officers like children, and one such scene in particular between the Commodore and a wounded sailor still dwells painfully and vividly in my memory. The heavy artillery brigade had not a medical officer present, and there were not more than two or three in the whole division. My observation of the latter part of the battle was chiefly limited to the center of the line, my horse, one which had belonged to General J. F. Reynolds, and which I had ridden ever since his capture at Gaines' Mill in 1862, having been struck by a musket ball. I had also been struck, but not hurt, by splinters in the face, and by a ball, nearly spent, on the shoulder, while another had passed through my coat, which will serve to show how severe and accurate the fire was. I saw a number of men in blue uniform, where Kershaw's line had been, but supposing them to be prisoners, no attention was paid to their appearance. I presume now they were engaged in receiving the surrender of his men. Along
Farmville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
n body. To the relief of all, no notice seemed to be taken of our movement by the enemy; it would have produced a fearful scene of confusion had his batteries been opened upon us at such a time. The different columns united with tolerable regularity, and the command followed the route in the rear of Kershaw, across Wilton bridge, some two miles back of Chaffin's. The wagon-train meanwhile had passed through Richmond to cross one of the upper fords and meet the troops somewhere about Farmville. We never saw it again. By daylight we had made several miles on the Amelia Courthouse road. In the early gray of morning, while the command was resting for a few minutes, a sudden bright light drew the attention of everyone to the direction of Drewry's Bluff. A magnificent pyramid of fire, shooting hundreds of feet into the dusky air, and a dull explosion, told the tale of the destruction of the last of the Confederate navy, except the Shenandoah, still cruising on the ocean. Cu
Norfolk (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
shoot; don't shoot, men! But some fifty or a hundred guns were fired. With a sickening feeling I saw in the moonlight a number of bright barrels pointed directly at me, and many bullets passed close by. Unable to dismount from my plunging horse, it was certainly one of the most dangerous predicaments I was placed in during the war. Finally, however, the firing ceased and order was restored. Some valuable lives were sacrificed in this inexcusable affair, including Major Frank Smith, of Norfolk; H. C. Pennington, of Baltimore, and three or four others killed (or mortally wounded), and half a dozen wounded. The latter had to be carried in ambulances until a house was reached, where their wounds were dressed, and the poor fellows then left to the care of the enemy. The whole division was disheartened by this unhappy occurrence, and for some time marched on, discussing it in subdued but eager tones, presently relapsing into a gloomy silence. We marched on through the night, th
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
than equalled by the most veteran troops of the Army of Northern Virginia, and as I passed along the rear I found scarcely a single straggler or skulker to order back. After shelling us with impunity as long as they pleased, the Federals engaged us with musketry, their cavalry being armed with the repeating carbine. Thinking to overwhelm us by numbers, they made a charge which resulted in some close fighting, particularly at the road. Here it is said the Chaffin's Bluff and Bassinger's (Georgia) battalions had a desperate hand-to-hand encounter with them, in which the Federals were worsted. The assailants thus met with a much more stubborn resistance than they anticipated, and were everywhere driven back in confusion, leaving many dead and wounded on the ground. Colonel Atkinson's command, and, I believe, the two battalions above-named, even made a spirited counter-charge as far as the creek, driving the enemy sheer across. It was here that Colonel Crutchfield, commanding t
Baltimore, Md. (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
Closing scenes of the war about Richmond. Retreat of Custis Lee's Division and the battle of sailor's Creek. By Captain McHENRY Howard, of Baltimore, Assistant Inspector General, C. S. A., General Custis Lee's Division. Between 10 and 11 o'clock Saturday night, April 1, 1865, just as I was falling asleep on the lines in front of Chaffin's Bluff, on the north side of the James river; a faint red glare illuminated the tent, followed by a low muttering like distant thunder. The night st dangerous predicaments I was placed in during the war. Finally, however, the firing ceased and order was restored. Some valuable lives were sacrificed in this inexcusable affair, including Major Frank Smith, of Norfolk; H. C. Pennington, of Baltimore, and three or four others killed (or mortally wounded), and half a dozen wounded. The latter had to be carried in ambulances until a house was reached, where their wounds were dressed, and the poor fellows then left to the care of the enemy.
Richmond (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
Closing scenes of the war about Richmond. Retreat of Custis Lee's Division and the battle of sailor's Creek. By Captain McHENRY Howard, of Baltimore, Assistant Inspector General, C. S. A., General Custis Lee's Division. Between 10 and 11 o'clock Saturday night, April 1, 1865, just as I was falling asleep on the lines in front of Chaffin's Bluff, on the north side of the James river; a faint red glare illuminated the tent, followed by a low muttering like distant thunder. The night was very dark and cloudy, the atmosphere damp and heavy, and at another time I might have found it hard to determine whether the sound was the distant roll of musketry or the rumbling of an approaching storm, but under the circumstance there was no difficulty in attributing it to the right cause. Flash after flash shone through the canvas, and the muttering presently became almost continuous, although very little louder. There was something particularly awful in these half-suppressed, but
Sailor's Creek (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.27
lankets, fortunately guided me to my proper place, and at 2 A. M. I wrapped myself in my horse blanket for a few hours' sleep. Poor Bounce! We lost him at Sailors' Creek, and although advertisement was made in the newspapers afterwards—which he deserved—we never heard of him again, and the supposition is not so improbable thattis Lee and Kershaw followed. Gordon must have taken the righthand road with the wagons, as we heard nothing more of him. About 3 o'clock we passed over Sailors' Creek and began to ascend the opposite hill, the upper part of the side of which was covered with a growth of pines. Just then a sharp skirmish fire was heard dire. Shortly afterwards we were startled to observe a body of men emerge directty in our rear and deliberately occupy a position a few hundred yards back across Sailors' Creek, viz: the very road we had just been marching. We had some lingering doubts at first as to the character of this force, but all uncertainty was soon rudely d
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