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Mrs. John A. Logan, Reminiscences of a Soldier's Wife: An Autobiography, Chapter 4: (search)
ondale, a station on the Illinois Central Railroad, to meet my husband, who was to come to Marion in a carriage that had been sent to bring him from the train. It was a distance of twenty miles from Marion to Carbondale. I kept driving but did not meet him. Fearing something was wrong, I continued my journey to Carbondale, to learn that the Eastern train on the Ohio and Mississippi Railroad, and the Illinois Central Railroad upon which he was to come had missed connection at the crossing at Odin. There was no possible chance for him to get down until two o'clock the following morning; hence he could not speak until the following day. Appreciating the disappointment it would be to the people of Marion, knowing their inflammable natures, and that many men among them had probably been drinking and were desperate by that time, I knew it was no time to trust a messenger with the simple message that my husband had been detained, but would come the following day, at which time they should
Baron de Jomini, Summary of the Art of War, or a New Analytical Compend of the Principle Combinations of Strategy, of Grand Tactics and of Military Policy. (ed. Major O. F. Winship , Assistant Adjutant General , U. S. A., Lieut. E. E. McLean , 1st Infantry, U. S. A.), Sketch of the principal maritime expeditions. (search)
people who, masters of Spain, made a descent on Africa under Genseric, to the numof eighty thousand; they were afterwards conquered by Belisarius; but their marine, mistress of the Balearic islands and of Sicily, commanded for a moment the Mediterranean. At the same time at which the people of the East were overruning Europe, those of Scandinavia began to visit the coast of England. Their operations are scarcely better known than those of the barbarians; they were lost in the mysteries of Odin. Bards of Scandinavia accord two thousand five hundred ships to Sweden; less poetical calculations give nine hundred and seventy to the Danes, and three hundred to the Norwegians, who often acted in concert. The Swedes naturally turned their incursions towards the northern extremity of the Baltic, and pushed the Varangians upon Russia. The Danes, situated more in reach of the North Sea, directed themselves towards the coasts of England and of France. If the enumeration cited by Deppin
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 97 (search)
etcalfe's men again turned tail, leaving their gallant commander to bring up the rear. This time, however, they did not run without firing a gun; but they might as well have done so, for when they turned in their saddles and emptied their rifles, they only endangered the life of their gallant leader, who was thus between two fires. On his return, Col. Metcalfe was so disgusted with his regiment, that he refused to have any thing more to do with such a pack of arrant cowards, whereupon Lieut.-Col. Odin followed his example, leaving the fragment of the command in charge of Major Faulkner, a brave and dashing officer, who would have retrieved the disgrace into which his men had fallen, if there had been any fight in them. The rebel cavalry, accompanied by a few six-pound howitzers, each drawn by a single mule, continued to advance toward Rogersville, a little village about five miles south of Richmond, where they were met by a section of Andrews's Michigan battery and the brigade of
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 113 (search)
etcalfe's men again turned tail, leaving their gallant commander to bring up the rear. This time, however, they did not run without firing a gun; but they might as well have done so, for when they turned in their saddles and emptied their rifles, they only endangered the life of their gallant leader, who was thus between two fires. On his return, Col. Metcalfe was so disgusted with his regiment, that he refused to have any thing more to do with such a pack of arrant cowards, whereupon Lieut.-Col. Odin followed his example, leaving the fragment of the command in charge of Major Faulkner, a brave and dashing officer, who would have retrieved the disgrace into which his men had fallen, if there had been any fight in them. The rebel cavalry, accompanied by a few six-pound howitzers, each drawn by a single mule, continued to advance toward Rogersville, a little village about five miles south of Richmond, where they were met by a section of Andrews's Michigan battery and the brigade of
The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 9: Poetry and Eloquence. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller), Chapter 8: between battles (search)
All day it shook the land—grim battle's thunder tread; And fields at morning green, at eve are trampled red. But now, on the stricken scene, twilight and quiet fall; Only, from hill to hill, night's tremulous voices call; And comes from far along, where campfires warning burn, The dread, hushed sound which tells of morning's sad return. Timidly nature awakens; the stars come out overhead, And a flood of moonlight breaks like a voiceless prayer for the dead. And steals the blessed wind, like Odin's fairest daughter, In viewless ministry, over the fields of slaughter; Soothing the smitten life, easing the pang of death, And bearing away on high the passing warrior's breath. Two youthful forms are lying apart from the thickest fray, The one in Northern blue, the other in Southern gray. Around his lifeless foeman the arms of each are pressed, And the head of one is pillowed upon the other's breast. As if two loving brothers, wearied with work and play, Had fallen asleep together, at clo
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 1. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 155 (search)
t was then found that not a man was killed or an officer wounded on either side. Many a difficulty at a bar has cost more bloodshed. Was this a preconcerted feat of conjuring? Were the rival Presidents saluting one another in harmless fireworks to amuse the groundlings? The whole affair is utterly inexplicable. It sounds like the battles when the coat of mail had come to its perfection, and when the only casualty, after a day's hard fighting, was a case of suffocation and a few bruises. Odin's heroes, as they renew their daily warfare, are really wounded, though their wounds are quickly healed. This is sparring with boxing-gloves — not the loaded caestus of modern warfare. It is a mere spectacle. The population and even the ladies of Charleston poured forth to see the sight. Ten thousand soldiers lined the works, watching the sport and contributing their share. Our own Cockneys have seen as much, and done as much, at Cremorne, or the Surrey Gardens, not more unscathed, and,
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Olde Cambridge, Chapter 1: old Cambridge (search)
s still a lingering Boston enterprise. Cambridge boys were still sent to sea as a cure for naughtiness, or later as supercargoes, this being a mark of confidence. Groups of sailors sometimes strayed through Cambridge, and there were aromatic smells among the Boston wharves. Lowell in particular had a naval uncle, and he wrote of what had been told from childhood when he said in The Growth of the legend :-- The sailors' night watches are thrilled to the core With the lineal offspring of Odin and Thor. In two respects the group of Cambridge authors had gained from their restricted life certain qualities which some might call bourgeois, and many others admirable. They were all honest men pecuniarily; they habitually paid their debts and lived within their means. Neither in Holmes nor Lowell nor in Longfellow was there anything of that quality of thriftlessness so dear to lovers of the picturesque, but so exasperating to market-men and other base creatures. If the Cambridge m
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2, Chapter 30: Crusaderessing. (search)
rman fathers, the Americans come of a race among whom free tippling was a pious rite and social courtesy, as well as the gratification of a physical appetite. Our gods were hard drinkers as well as strong fighters; and the lovely shield-maidens and wish-maidens who enchanted our fallen heroes, had the duty of pouring out horns of mead and ale. We denizens of earth were quick to follow the example of our gods and heroes in their House of Joy. Teutonic love of ale and mead survived the fall of Odin and his wish-maidens; taking shape under the new faith as church-ales and grace-cups. We have our God-speeds and stirrup-cups; our Lent ales, Lammas ales, and Christmas ales. We drink at christenings; at weddings, and at funerals. Our marriage feasts are bride-ales. We pledge the new-born babe in strong liquors, and renew our memory of the dead in wine. We Teutons are the poets of good cheer. A Saxon princess left us the phrase, Liever Kyning wass heal — dear King, your health --the or
Lucius R. Paige, History of Cambridge, Massachusetts, 1630-1877, with a genealogical register, Chapter 22: statistics. (search)
el. Morse, Royal. Mumler, George F. Munroe, Amos. Munroe, Edmund. Munroe, James. Munroe, Nathaniel. Murdock, Asa. Murdock, Robert. Mycall, John. Martin, Samuel. Mallard, George. Mclntire, Jonathan. Mallard, David. Manning, Samuel, Jr. Miller, Joel. Meacham, Albert. Nevens, Elijah. Newton, Abraham. Noble, George. Nowell, Henry. Norton, Henry. Nowell, Mark. Nowell, James. Oakes, Josiah. Oliver, David. Orcutt, Levi. Odin, David. Oliver, Daniel. Orcutt, Henry. Orne, John G. Page, Jacob. Page, Jonathan. Palmer, John. Parker, Aaron. Parker, Thomas L. Parks, Leonard. Parks, Leonard, Jr. Parmenter, William. Peirce, Abijah H. Penn, William. Pickett, Samuel. Pond, Samuel. Porter, Israel. Porter, Joseph. Prentiss, Caleb. Prentiss, Ellis. Prentiss, Jonathan C. Putnam, Artemas. Page, Isaac. Pay son, Samuel. Pay son, Samuel, Jr. Peirce, Artemas.
The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1. (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier), Narrative and legendary poems (search)
med and stalwart crew; Joy glistens in each wild blue eye, Turned to green earth and summer sky. Each broad, seamed breast has cast aside Its cumbering vest of shaggy hide; Bared to the sun and soft warm air, Streams back the Norsemen's yellow hair. I see the gleam of axe and spear, The sound of smitten shields I bear, Keeping a harsh and fitting time To Saga's chant, and Runic rhyme; Such lays as Zetland's Scald has sung, His gray and naked isles among; Or muttered low at midnight hour Round Odin's mossy stone of power. The wolf beneath the Arctic moon Has answered to that startling rune; The Gael has heard its stormy swell, The light Frank knows its summons well; Iona's sable-stoled Culdee Has heard it sounding o'er the sea, And swept, with hoary beard and hair, His altar's foot in trembling prayer! Tis past,—the 'wildering vision dies In darkness on my dreaming eyes I The forest vanishes in air, Hill-slope and vale lie starkly bare; I hear the common tread of men, And hum of work-d
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