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Perryville (Kentucky, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
nguished service. A West Pointer by training, he had won a name which will live in the annals of the Army of Northern Virginia. Colonel J. B. Terrill was a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute; had long commanded the Thirteenth Virginia with great courage and skill, succeeding James A. Walker and A. P. Hill as colonel of a regiment which had no superior in the Confederate Army. His brother, General Terrill of the United States Army, was a West Pointer, and had been killed at Perryville, Ky. Colonel Christian's account of this combat gives us a picturesque glimpse of the charge of the Forty-ninth Virginia Regiment, which made its mark under Colonel (Governor) William Smith, at First Manassas, and sustained its reputation to the close of its career. Colonel Christian was a V. M. I. man and one of those sturdy fighting men who always had his place in the picture by the blasting of the guns. His adventures from Bethesda Church to Morris Island, bring vividly before the mi
Amherst (Va.) (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
own the road, and parallel to it. Orders came to Early's old brigade (the Fourth Virginia), composed of the Forty-ninth, Fifty-second, Fifty-eighth, Thirty-first, and Thirteenth Regiments, to march down the road and make a reconnoissance preliminary to second Cold Harbor battle. Our regiment, the Forty-ninth Virginia, having lost nine color-bearers in the battle from Wilderness to Richmond, I went down the line to select another, I came to a tall, lanky beardless boy, from the mountains of Amherst, with a red cap on, so soon to die, but to die game. I said, Orendorf, will you carry the colors? He replied, Yes, Colonel, I will carry them. They killed my brother the other day; now damn them let them kill me too. He took the flag, so soon to be his winding sheet, and the brigade was marched out and down the road, the Forty-ninth at its head, for some distance, and halted, General Ramseur bossing the job. I then heard a single piece of artillery firing at intervals in a strip of
Lynchburg (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
f the Sanitary Commission, constantly passing, dispensing every known delicacy to eat and to drink to their wounded, give them a drink of French brandy, and made the driver fill their haversacks from the barrel of privisions in the wagon. I never saw but one of them again. I was shipped hence to Lincoln Hospital, Washington, D. C. While lying on my cot afterwards I could hear the boom of General Early's guns around the walls of the city, after having chased Hunter down the Valley from Lynchburg, and I heard the Yankees say, I believe the rebels will get in in spite of us. After weary months in Washington, during which time I was shown many kindnesses and attentions from Southern sympathizers, I was carried to Fort Delaware prison. After a lapse of some time I was drawn in with the lot of six hundred officers to be carried to Morris Island, to be placed under the fire of our own guns at Charleston. We were crowded in the dark hole of the vessel, only equal to the Black Hole o
Georgia (Georgia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
by Lieutenant Colonel C. B. Christian. The sharp combat at Bethesda Church, on the afternoon of May 30, 1864, was the beginning of the series of battles at Cold Harbor, which wound up by the decisive repulse of Grant on June 3rd. Our loss on that occasion, except in Pegram's brigade, was small, says General Early in his report, which is found in Vol. 51 Part 1, Serial 1, of the War Records, Serial Number 107. He was at that time commanding Ewell's corps. Colonel Edward Willis, of Georgia, and Colonel J. B. Terrill, of the Thirteenth Virginia, had both been named as Brigadier Generals, but were killed ere their commissions reached them. Willis was .a brilliant young officer of great promise and of distinguished service. A West Pointer by training, he had won a name which will live in the annals of the Army of Northern Virginia. Colonel J. B. Terrill was a graduate of the Virginia Military Institute; had long commanded the Thirteenth Virginia with great courage and skill
Fort Delaware (Delaware, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
hrough which the cats entered, and some would go in with clubs, and soon we would have a full supply of cats. They were eaten ravenously by the starving officers, as Lieutenant Peary's men ate their comrades. At last we were ordered back to Fort Delaware. The remnant of the six hundred left that Yankee hell, where Southern braves cried for bread and fed on cats, gorged with the corpses of their dead comrades. We reached Fort Delaware a short time before the surrender. One morning I was aroFort Delaware a short time before the surrender. One morning I was aroused by a familiar rebel yell—looked out and saw the flags dropping at half mast and heard that Booth had killed Lincoln. Soon all privates and line officers were paroled, and sixty field officers were held in prison until August. In conclusion I will say that some years ago Captain James Bumgardner, of Staunton, who was an officer in the Fifty-second Virginia Regiment, next on the left of the Forty-ninth, told me that his regiment also had only three officers and eighteen men left. Thus a
Hilton Head (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
bombs, larger than nail kegs continuously fired night and day by our men at the forts. If they overshot the one or undershot the other they'd hit us. But that God that marks even the sparrow's fall, protected us. On the eve of our leaving for Hilton Head, the negroes on guard fired into some of us. I saw three fall either killed or wounded; they were hurriedly moved out. I never learned their fate. On our arrival in Port Royal Harbor we cast anchor eight miles out from shore. Three of our nuthick as minnows. Two were exhausted from thirst and lack of food and were captured on Pinkney Island; the third reached Charleston. The six hundred officers were now divided—three hundred were confined in Fort Pulaski and three hundred at Hilton Head. We had jumped out of the frying pan into the fire. We were all put under what they call retaliation, for forty-five days. They claimed that we starved their prisoners at Andersonville (not having much to feed them, as they had cut our lin
Malvern Hill (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
igorously advised and protested against it. Ramseur insisting, General Early finally acquiesced in the move. The brigade was fronted to the left and the advance started. The gun immediately retired to the works as a decoy and no resistance was made to our advance then. Presently we came to a level, open field, one-half mile across, and could see on the opposite side at the edge of another strip of timber behind which artillery was massed—heavier than I had ever seen, unless it was at Malvern Hill, although I had been in every battle of the war, from First Manassas down, fought by the Army of Northern Virginia; and bayonets bristling as thick as the leaves of Vallambrosa, supported by three distinct lines of battle, as will hereinafter appear. They had evidently taken the exact range to the edge of the woods. As soon as the brigade was well into the open fields the enemy opened with the heaviest and most murderous fire I had ever seen with grape, canister and musketry. Our vet
Walker's Ford (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
nd eighteen men left. Thus and there at Bethesda Church well nigh perished one of the grandest corps of men the world has ever known-made up of the best young blood of Virginia, fighting for their Lares and their Penates—their exploits would brighten the fairest name upon the roll of Battle Abbey, and vie with the knightliest of any age. A brigade that had been led to victory by General Early and others on a hundred battlefields; that had swept everything before it like a tornado; a brigade under whose flag you had fought and bled; a brigade that had furnished to the Confederacy four or five generals: Early, William Smith, A. P. Hill, J. A. Walker and J. B. Terrell (whose commission was on its way to him when he fell), thus to be slaughtered. The absent wounded returned; the ranks were recruited by conscription, but this historic old Fourth Virginia Brigade died then and there at Bethesda Church. Your friend and comrade, C. B. Christian, Walker's Ford, Amherst county, Virginia
Calcutta (West Bengal, India) (search for this): chapter 1.19
and I heard the Yankees say, I believe the rebels will get in in spite of us. After weary months in Washington, during which time I was shown many kindnesses and attentions from Southern sympathizers, I was carried to Fort Delaware prison. After a lapse of some time I was drawn in with the lot of six hundred officers to be carried to Morris Island, to be placed under the fire of our own guns at Charleston. We were crowded in the dark hole of the vessel, only equal to the Black Hole of Calcutta, and packed on shelves like goods in a store, without any light or air, except that driven down a shaft by wind-sails. On our arrival at our destination we were put in a stockade pen, between Fort Wagner and Fort Gregg, and guarded by a negro regiment. For forty-five days we sat upon the sands and witnessed the burning fuses from bombs, larger than nail kegs continuously fired night and day by our men at the forts. If they overshot the one or undershot the other they'd hit us. But that
Washington (United States) (search for this): chapter 1.19
On my arrival at the wharf, while waiting, my three officers—Captain Stratton, Lieutenant Reid, and Lieutenant Anderson (under gurad), found me in the wagon. I made one of the Sanitary Commission, constantly passing, dispensing every known delicacy to eat and to drink to their wounded, give them a drink of French brandy, and made the driver fill their haversacks from the barrel of privisions in the wagon. I never saw but one of them again. I was shipped hence to Lincoln Hospital, Washington, D. C. While lying on my cot afterwards I could hear the boom of General Early's guns around the walls of the city, after having chased Hunter down the Valley from Lynchburg, and I heard the Yankees say, I believe the rebels will get in in spite of us. After weary months in Washington, during which time I was shown many kindnesses and attentions from Southern sympathizers, I was carried to Fort Delaware prison. After a lapse of some time I was drawn in with the lot of six hundred officer
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