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Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 123 11 Browse Search
Frederick H. Dyer, Compendium of the War of the Rebellion: Regimental Histories 100 62 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 1. 55 1 Browse Search
James Barnes, author of David G. Farragut, Naval Actions of 1812, Yank ee Ships and Yankee Sailors, Commodore Bainbridge , The Blockaders, and other naval and historical works, The Photographic History of The Civil War: in ten volumes, Thousands of Scenes Photographed 1861-65, with Text by many Special Authorities, Volume 6: The Navy. (ed. Francis Trevelyan Miller) 38 0 Browse Search
Jefferson Davis, The Rise and Fall of the Confederate Government 30 0 Browse Search
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore) 20 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Massachusetts in the Army and Navy during the war of 1861-1865, vol. 2 20 0 Browse Search
Jubal Anderson Early, Ruth Hairston Early, Lieutenant General Jubal A. Early , C. S. A. 20 2 Browse Search
Benson J. Lossing, Pictorial Field Book of the Civil War. Volume 2. 20 0 Browse Search
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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 155 (search)
Tired of secession.--The Wheeling Press of February twenty-second says: We learn from a reliable source that the prisoners who were taken at the fight at Bloomery Gap, by Gen. Lander, express a desire to enlist in the Union army. They were sent on Thursday to Camp Chase, and the officer who had a portion of them in command informed us that the privates thus expressed themselves. One of them was asked in Cumberland whether he would prefer the prison or the confederate army. He replied that he would much rather be in prison. The question was then asked: How came you in the secesh army? He replied: I was forced into the army. On being asked by whom, he replied, pointing to Col. Baldwin, his commander: There is the villain that forced me into the rebel service. Such, no doubt, is the feeling of more than one half the private soldiers in the rebel army. Oh! how black the crime of these rebel leaders! How will they ever expiate the guilt that rests upon their heads?
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 193 (search)
Among the rebels who fell at the siege of Fort Donelson, was Dabney Carr Harrison, who commanded a company from Hanover County, Va. He was wounded in the struggle of Saturday, and was carried on board a steamboat and died on his way to Clarksville. Alluding to his death, the Lynchburgh Virginian says: He was a son of the Rev. Peyton Harrison, of Cumberland, and was himself a minister of the Presbyterian Church. He was chaplain for two years of the University of Virginia, and for some months temporarily in charge of the First Presbyterian Church, in this city. The war found him in charge of a congregation in Hanover County. Impelled by a lofty patriotism, he deemed it his duty to enter the army. He was chosen chaplain of a volunteer company, and soon showed the qualities of an excellent soldier. He was a Christian gentleman of the highest order; a man of education, fine intelligence, genial disposition and polished manners. His brother, a gallant young officer, and three
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 290 (search)
Wayne, near the line of Russell County, they violated the person of a Mrs. Dean in the presence of her father-in-law, an infirm old man aged ninety, and left her nearly dead, and committed a like fiendish act upon two sisters named Harris, and treated them so barbarously that they have since died, or rather Mr. Green has heard a report of their death. In several of our border counties half of the male inhabitants are in the Union armies. Russell, with a voting population of nine hundred and fifty, has sent five companies to the field, and about seventy more men are scattered in other commands. There are no more loyal people in the State than in the counties of Russell, Cli<*>ton, Cumberland, and Monroe, the four counties having furnished at least two thousand five hundred soldiers. These men have all been withdrawn from the protection of their homes, so that rebel marauding parties are ravaging the counties without a single soldier to oppose them. Louisville Journal, January 8.
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 307 (search)
t her dusky hull We struck a fair, full blow, The mighty, solid iron globes, Were crumbled up like snow. On, on, with fast increasing speed The silent monster came; Though all our starboard battery Was one long line of flame. She heeded not, no gun she fired, Straight on our bow she bore; Through riving plank and crashing frame Her furious way she tore. Alas! our beautiful keen bow, That in the fiercest blast So gently folded back the seas, They hardly felt we passed! Alas! alas! my Cumberland, That ne'er knew grief before, To be so gored, to feel so deep The tusk of that sea-boar! Once more she backward drew a space, Once more our side she rent; Then, in the wantonness of hate, Her broadside through us sent. The dead and dying round us lay, But our foemen lay abeam; Her open port-holes maddened us; We fired with shout and scream. We felt our vessel settling fast, We knew our time was brief, “The pumps, the pumps!” But they who pumped, And fought not, wept with grief. “Oh!<
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 314 (search)
ere was not even a timber-head visible to tell her story. But this was not all she had done. The Minnesota lay there riddled like a sieve. What damage she sustained will never be known, but it must have been frightful. And within eight and forty hours she had successfully encountered — encountered, defied, and beaten — a force equal to two thousand eight hundred and ninety men and two hundred and thirty guns, as will be seen by the following table: Congress, (burnt,)480men,50guns. Cumberland, (sunk,)360men,22guns. Minnesota, (riddled,)550men,40guns. Roanoke, (scared off,)550men,40guns. St. Lawrence, (peppered,)480men,50guns. Gunboats, (two or three dis'd,)120men,6guns. Forts, (silenced,)200men,20guns. Ericsson,150men,2guns.     2890men,230guns. Here, perhaps, in this short table is a better picture of what she did and what she dared than any word-painter, though he were a Vernet, could ever give. That some of the makers of this great piece of history may be known
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 342 (search)
102. the Sword-Bearer. by George H. Boker. Brave Morris saw the day was lost; For nothing now remained On the wrecked and sinking Cumberland But to save the flag unstained. So he swore an oath in the sight of heaven, (If he kept it, the world can tell:) “Before I strike to a rebel flag, I'll sink to the gates of hell!” “Here, take my sword; 'tis in my way; I shall trip o'er the useless steel: For I'll meet the lot that falls to all, With my shoulder at the wheel.” So the little negro took the sword, And oh! with what reverent care Following his master step by step, He bore it here and there. A thought had crept through his sluggish brain, And shone in his dusky face, That somehow — he could not tell just how-- 'Twas the sword of his trampled race. And as Morris, great with his lion heart, Rushed onward from gun to gun, The little negro slid after him, Like a shadow in the sun. But something of pomp and of curious pride The sable creature wore, Which at any time but a time l
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 4. (ed. Frank Moore), chapter 350 (search)
e immortal shore, Where the “waters of life” in brilliancy beam, And the pure float in peace evermore! “Shall we give them a broadside once more, my brave men?” Ay, ay, rose the full, earnest cry; “A broadside,” “a broadside,” we'll give them again! Then “for God and the right nobly die.” “Haste! haste!” for amid all that battling din Comes a gurgling sound fraught with fear, As swift-flowing waters pour rushingly in; Up! up! till her port-holes they near. No blenching, no faltering — still fearless all seen; Each man firm to duty doth bide; A flash! and a “broadside!” a shout! a careen! And the Cumberland sinks 'neath the tide. The “Star-Spangled Banner” still floating above, As a beacon upon the dark wave! Our ensign of glory, proud streaming in love, O'er the tomb of the “loyal and brave!” Bold hearts! mighty spirits! “tried gold” of our land! A halo of glory your meed! All honored, the noble-souled Cumberland band, So true in Colu