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Maryland (Maryland, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.41
nd the inveterate propensity to rove even on paper; the result of life in the cavalry! I forget that another branch of the service now claims my thoughtsthat the blanket wrapped in its Yankee oil-cloth is rarely strapped behind my saddle as in the good old days when, following one illustrious for ever, I knew not whither I was going, where I would stop, or what greenwood tree would shelter me. Look! the red battle-flag is floating in the wind; the column moves; will we sleep in Virginia, Maryland, or Pennsylvania? We knew not, for the cavalry are your true rovers of the greenwood; so I, who once was a cavalry-man, rove still, even on paper. I perceive I am growing dull. To return to S- and his little scout near Warrenton in 1863. I cannot fail to interest then, you see, my dear reader; for there is a certain species of human interest in the adventures of those who deal in bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, And pass them current too, which everybody experiences; and the rel
Pennsylvania (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.41
te propensity to rove even on paper; the result of life in the cavalry! I forget that another branch of the service now claims my thoughtsthat the blanket wrapped in its Yankee oil-cloth is rarely strapped behind my saddle as in the good old days when, following one illustrious for ever, I knew not whither I was going, where I would stop, or what greenwood tree would shelter me. Look! the red battle-flag is floating in the wind; the column moves; will we sleep in Virginia, Maryland, or Pennsylvania? We knew not, for the cavalry are your true rovers of the greenwood; so I, who once was a cavalry-man, rove still, even on paper. I perceive I am growing dull. To return to S- and his little scout near Warrenton in 1863. I cannot fail to interest then, you see, my dear reader; for there is a certain species of human interest in the adventures of those who deal in bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, And pass them current too, which everybody experiences; and the relation of these
Virginia (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.41
f habit, and the inveterate propensity to rove even on paper; the result of life in the cavalry! I forget that another branch of the service now claims my thoughtsthat the blanket wrapped in its Yankee oil-cloth is rarely strapped behind my saddle as in the good old days when, following one illustrious for ever, I knew not whither I was going, where I would stop, or what greenwood tree would shelter me. Look! the red battle-flag is floating in the wind; the column moves; will we sleep in Virginia, Maryland, or Pennsylvania? We knew not, for the cavalry are your true rovers of the greenwood; so I, who once was a cavalry-man, rove still, even on paper. I perceive I am growing dull. To return to S- and his little scout near Warrenton in 1863. I cannot fail to interest then, you see, my dear reader; for there is a certain species of human interest in the adventures of those who deal in bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, And pass them current too, which everybody experiences; a
Orange, N. J. (New Jersey, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.41
How S-- captured a Federal Colonel's hat Another adventure of S— , the scout, will be here narrated. He related it to me in my tent near Orange more than a year ago; but the incidents come back, as do many things in memoryliving, breathing, real, as it were, in the sunshine of to-day; not as mere shapes and recollections of the past. In the summer of the good year 1863, S— went with two or three companions on a little scout toward Warrenton. Do you know the pretty town of Warrenton, good reader? 'Tis a delightful little place, full of elegant mansions, charming people, and situated in a lovely country. Nowhere are the eyes of youthful maidens bluer-au revoir bien-t6t, sweet stars of my memory!--nowhere are truer hearts, or more open hands. Here Farley, the famous partisan-one of the friends I loved-used to scout at will, and when chased by his foes, rein up his horse on the suburbs, and humorously fire in their faces as they darted in pursuit of him; laughing quietly
Fauquier (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.41
ime the game was growing too dangerous. The men had recovered from their astonishment and were running to their guns. S— had no desire to receive a volley of musketry; and, waving the captured hat with one hand, fired his last barrel with the other at the Colonel, and then retreated at a gallop, followed by a number of musket-balls, at which, however, he only laughed. He soon rejoined his men, who had pursued the escort into the other camp; and then, as the whole place was buzzing like a nest of hornets, they quietly disappeared and were soon lost in the extensive woods, where pursuit was impossible. What S- did with his hat I am unable to say; but, doubtless, the heart of some high Confederate was charmed by the offering, for mighty is the market price of all that comes through the blockade. If not thus disposed of, the trophy lies somewhere hidden among the opima spolia of S— , to be shown some day as a memorial of that gay adventure in the summer forests of Fauquier
Warrenton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.41
ons of the past. In the summer of the good year 1863, S— went with two or three companions on a little scout toward Warrenton. Do you know the pretty town of Warrenton, good reader? 'Tis a delightful little place, full of elegant mansions, Warrenton, good reader? 'Tis a delightful little place, full of elegant mansions, charming people, and situated in a lovely country. Nowhere are the eyes of youthful maidens bluer-au revoir bien-t6t, sweet stars of my memory!--nowhere are truer hearts, or more open hands. Here Farley, the famous partisan-one of the friends I lo a cavalry-man, rove still, even on paper. I perceive I am growing dull. To return to S- and his little scout near Warrenton in 1863. I cannot fail to interest then, you see, my dear reader; for there is a certain species of human interest in s, a satisfied reader. S— had, as I have said, two or three companions with him; and having slept in the woods near Warrenton, the party proceeded toward Catlett's in search of adventures. There were plenty of Federal camps there, and in the ne
John Gilpin (search for this): chapter 4.41
g, and, turning his own horse, S— followed, yelling and firing his pistol as he went. The chase was exciting; the situation altogether singular. The camp of a whole brigade was directly in front, not four hundred yards distant, and S— was on the heels of the Colonel, who was already on the outskirts of the encampment. The men ran from their tents in astonishment and dismay at the firing, persuaded that a whole regiment of Confederate cavalry was charging; and still the Colonel, like John Gilpin of old, ran his racenot for a thousand pounds, but for a more valuable stake, his life. S— did not relax his gait or cease pursuit. Now they were in the very camp; the Colonel still dashes on, and the scout still follows on his track, firing as he goes. The Colonel gesticulates violently, and shouts to the men: Shoot the d——d rascal! shoot him! There's only one of them! S— laughs and bangs away still with his revolver. The Colonel is in a frenzy of rage; his fr
William Downs Farley (search for this): chapter 4.41
shine of to-day; not as mere shapes and recollections of the past. In the summer of the good year 1863, S— went with two or three companions on a little scout toward Warrenton. Do you know the pretty town of Warrenton, good reader? 'Tis a delightful little place, full of elegant mansions, charming people, and situated in a lovely country. Nowhere are the eyes of youthful maidens bluer-au revoir bien-t6t, sweet stars of my memory!--nowhere are truer hearts, or more open hands. Here Farley, the famous partisan-one of the friends I loved-used to scout at will, and when chased by his foes, rein up his horse on the suburbs, and humorously fire in their faces as they darted in pursuit of him; laughing quietly with that low musical laugh of his, as his good horse ( Yankee property once) bore him away. Here a friend of mine afterwards-but whither am I wandering? See the force of habit, and the inveterate propensity to rove even on paper; the result of life in the cavalry! I forge
Catlett (search for this): chapter 4.41
certain species of human interest in the adventures of those who deal in bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, And pass them current too, which everybody experiences; and the relation of these sanguinary adventures demands very little style. You tell your plain story as plainly as possible; and behold! you secure the luxury of luxuries, a satisfied reader. S— had, as I have said, two or three companions with him; and having slept in the woods near Warrenton, the party proceeded toward Catlett's in search of adventures. There were plenty of Federal camps there, and in the neighbourhood; and our scout promised himself much amusement. Behold them then, full of the spirit of fun, and intent on celebrating the day by an exciting hunt which should result in the running down, and killing or capturing of some of the blue people. They reached the vicinity of the railroad without adventures, and then proceeded carefully to reconnoitre for the camps known to be in that vicinity. Thi
1863 AD (search for this): chapter 4.41
my tent near Orange more than a year ago; but the incidents come back, as do many things in memoryliving, breathing, real, as it were, in the sunshine of to-day; not as mere shapes and recollections of the past. In the summer of the good year 1863, S— went with two or three companions on a little scout toward Warrenton. Do you know the pretty town of Warrenton, good reader? 'Tis a delightful little place, full of elegant mansions, charming people, and situated in a lovely country. Now Maryland, or Pennsylvania? We knew not, for the cavalry are your true rovers of the greenwood; so I, who once was a cavalry-man, rove still, even on paper. I perceive I am growing dull. To return to S- and his little scout near Warrenton in 1863. I cannot fail to interest then, you see, my dear reader; for there is a certain species of human interest in the adventures of those who deal in bloody noses, and crack'd crowns, And pass them current too, which everybody experiences; and th