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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 97 (search)
d the Sixteenth in divisions across the road. Crowds of fugitives were flying through woods and fields. I noticed the calm demeanor of a lieutenant of artillery who, covered with dust, rode with drawn sword beside his cannons, which were so much useless baggage now. Without intending any invidious comparisons, here let me mention some whose names deserve to be remembered: Major Morrison, of the Sixty-sixth; Aid-de-Camp Osborne; Lieut. O. J. Smith, of the Seventy-first; Captains Beachbard, Redfield and Moore; Lieutenants Stephenson and Thompson; and Sergeant Western, of the Sixteenth. There were two color-guards, whose names I have forgotten, who deserve to wear medals of gold for their heroism. Doubtless others were as brave, but I notice these. The day was lost; not a shadow of hope remained. As the setting sun shone in golden bars through the dust, into the minds of some, who, faint and wounded, were looking on it for the last time — perhaps to some yet uninjured — came a tho
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 5. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 113 (search)
d the Sixteenth in divisions across the road. Crowds of fugitives were flying through woods and fields. I noticed the calm demeanor of a lieutenant of artillery who, covered with dust, rode with drawn sword beside his cannons, which were so much useless baggage now. Without intending any invidious comparisons, here let me mention some whose names deserve to be remembered: Major Morrison, of the Sixty-sixth; Aid-de-Camp Osborne; Lieut. O. J. Smith, of the Seventy-first; Captains Beachbard, Redfield and Moore; Lieutenants Stephenson and Thompson; and Sergeant Western, of the Sixteenth. There were two color-guards, whose names I have forgotten, who deserve to wear medals of gold for their heroism. Doubtless others were as brave, but I notice these. The day was lost; not a shadow of hope remained. As the setting sun shone in golden bars through the dust, into the minds of some, who, faint and wounded, were looking on it for the last time — perhaps to some yet uninjured — came a tho