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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1852. (search)
e horse he had purchased at Washington, before rejoining his regiment, was a fertile source for his half-serious, half-joking abuse. I wish, he says, Uncle Sam would allow his majors to walk. The horse has passed the largest part of his valuable existence, since I became his unwilling owner, tied to a stake back of my tent, where I can distinctly hear every sneeze and cough, every motion of the quadruped. . . . . Nature never intended me for a horseman. I hate the beasts. On the 9th of October, the regiment was moved to Pleasant Valley. On October 24th he writes:— For five weeks our men have fought, marched, dug, slept, ate, and camped out in the same clothes, having but one suit. He then describes his great relief since the return of the Lieutenant-Colonel. He is willing to bear his own share, and more; but it is hard to do three men's work, and get blown up for six, and to tread with the greatest caution, lest you come upon the military gouty toes of some precise
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1854. (search)
of his regiment, he found himself, with one captain and four men, face to face with a Rebel gun. The piece was discharged, killing both the horses and tearing off the captain's arm. The Colonel quietly mounted the first horse that came up; and the gun was his. A little more spunk, said Lowell, never satisfied that enough had been done, to a member of Sheridan's staff, and we should have had all their colors. A little more go, was the answer, and you would have been in Richmond. The 9th of October was the date of a hardly less brilliant fight, called by our men, in allusion to the complete rout of the Confederates, the Woodstock Races. Here the cavalry of Sheridan's army tried its strength against that of the enemy, which was commanded by General Rosser, the long-expected savior of the valley. Colonel Lowell held the Strasburg turnpike, and it fell to him to lead the attack that day. It almost rained lead; and the men crouched behind rocks, trees, fences. It seemed as if they