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Charles Town (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 5.46
sion perched upon a hill, with a background of woods, between the little village of Millwood and the Shenandoah. This house was well known to Mosby, well known to many hundreds of Confederate soldiers, who-God be thanked! --never left its door without food, without receiving all that it was in the power of the family to give them, and that without money and without price. A day or two before the incident about to be related, Mountjoy had gone with a considerable party of men, towards Charlestown; had made an attack; secured numerous horses and prisoners; and on this afternoon was returning towards Millwoodonly by the river road — to cross the Shenandoah at Berry's ferry, and secure his captures. Mountjoy had but one fault as an officer --rashness. On this occasion he was rash. As he returned from his scout, and arrived opposite the different fords, he permitted, first one, then another, then whole squads of his men to cross to their homes east of the Ridge, so that on reachin
Manassas, Va. (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 5.46
, 1864, this state of things had become intolerable. Early had been forced to retire — that wolf with the sharp claws; but Mosby, the veritable wildcat, still lingered in the country as dangerous as ever. Immense indignation was experienced by the enemy at this persistent defiance; and an additional circumstance at this time came to add fuel to the flame of the Federal displeasure. Hitherto, the Confederate partisan had operated generally east of the Blue Ridge, between the mountains and Manassas, guarding that whole country. With the transfer of active hostilities, however, to the Valley, in the summer and fall of 1864, he had turned his attention more especially to that region. There were to be found the trains of Hunter and Sheridan, the wandering parties of Jesse scouts, clad in gray, whom he delighted to encounter: in the Valley not [north? ] east of the Ridge was his most favourable field of operations-and, above all, it was there that his services were chiefly needed to pro
Upperville (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 5.46
e retreated to his mountain fastnesses — not a trace of his existence could be found. If the force was small, he attacked and nearly always cut to pieces or captured it. With his headquarters near Piedmont Station, on the Manassas railroad, east of the Ridge, he knew by his scouts of any movement; then couriers were seen going at full gallop to summon the men, scattered among the mountain spurs, or waiting at remote houses in the woods, to the previously specified rendezvous-at Markham's, Upperville, Paris, Oak Grove, or elsewhere; then Mosby set out; and he nearly always came back with spoils — that is to say, arms, horses, and prisoners. In November, 1864, this state of things had become intolerable. Early had been forced to retire — that wolf with the sharp claws; but Mosby, the veritable wildcat, still lingered in the country as dangerous as ever. Immense indignation was experienced by the enemy at this persistent defiance; and an additional circumstance at this time came to<
Cole (search for this): chapter 5.46
young lady, and then knelt down beside them. The glazing eyes of the wounded man looked out from his haggard face. Who are you? he muttered. I am Lieutenant Cole, was the reply, in a sad and pitying voice; I am sorry to see you so dangerously wounded. Yes — I am-dying. If you have any affairs to arrange, my poor friend, you had better do so, said Lieutenant Cole; and I will try and attend to them for you. No — the ladies here-will- There he paused with a hoarse groan. You are about to die, said the Lieutenant; there is no hope. I am a Christian, and I will pray for you. As he spoke he closed his eyes, and remaining on his knhis pistol, which by some negligence had been left upon his person, he fired upon his guard. The bullet missed its aim-and the guard firing in turn, blew out Lieutenant Cole's brains. A singular coincidence comes to the writer's memory here. The mother of the young ladies whose adventures are here related, had on this day gone
Jack Mosby (search for this): chapter 5.46
same manner the band of the celebrated bandit Mosby — which result once achieved by the commander f the Stars and Stripes. To ferret out Colonel Mosby was a difficult task, however; and to crusd object. In fact, no pains had been spared. Mosby had proved himself so dangerous a foe to wagonn sent into the wilds of the Blue Ridge, or to Mosby's - Confederacy that is to say, the county of had so long eluded them. All had failed. Mosby refused to be captured or destroyed. If a larperville, Paris, Oak Grove, or elsewhere; then Mosby set out; and he nearly always came back with so retire — that wolf with the sharp claws; but Mosby, the veritable wildcat, still lingered in the terror amid the population. To the Valley Mosby accordingly directed his attention, and this raptain Mountjoy, that accomplished partisan of Mosby's command, suffered a reverse. Were it wit the Shenandoah. This house was well known to Mosby, well known to many hundreds of Confederate so[1 more...]<
Carlisle Whiting (search for this): chapter 5.46
the guard firing in turn, blew out Lieutenant Cole's brains. A singular coincidence comes to the writer's memory here. The mother of the young ladies whose adventures are here related, had on this day gone to attend the funeral of young Carlisle Whiting at the Old Chapel some miles distant. Young Whiting had been killed by a Federal prisoner, whom he was conducting south, near Front Royal. The prisoner's pistol had been overlooked; he drew it suddenly, and fired upon his guard, the bulletWhiting had been killed by a Federal prisoner, whom he was conducting south, near Front Royal. The prisoner's pistol had been overlooked; he drew it suddenly, and fired upon his guard, the bullet inflicting a mortal wound. At nightfall the Federal troops had torn the house to pieces, taken all which they could not destroy, and had vanished. Mountjoy had succeeded in getting off with his men. At six o'clock on the next morning poor Braxton breathed his last, still holding the hand of the young lady, which seemed to be all by which he had clung to life. Then a strange and unexpected difficulty arose. It is safe to say that the young ladies of New York or Philadelphia, at that
Walter Scott (search for this): chapter 5.46
ct the inhabitants from the depredations of these detached parties which spread such terror amid the population. To the Valley Mosby accordingly directed his attention, and this region thenceforth became his main field of operations. Scarce a day passed without an attack upon some wandering party, upon some string of wagons, or upon the railroad by which the Federal army was supplied. These stirring adventures are the subject of a volume which will soon appear from the accomplished Major Scott, of Fauquier. The object of this chapter is to record the particulars of one of the fights referred to, in which a small band of Confederates under Captain Mountjoy, that accomplished partisan of Mosby's command, suffered a reverse. Were it within the scope of the present article to draw an outline of the person and character of this brave gentleman-Captain Mountjoy-many readers, we are sure, would derive pleasure from the perusal of our sketch. Never was a braver heart than his-nev
William Armistead Braxton (search for this): chapter 5.46
was the faint reply. I am one of Mountjoy's men. Tell him, when you see him, that I said, Captain, this is the first time I have gone out with you, and the last! As they assisted him from the saddle, he murmured: My name is William Armistead Braxton. I have a wife and three little children living in Hanover-you must let them know Then the poor fellow fainted; and the young ladies were compelled to carry him in their arms into the house, where he was laid upon a couch, writhing inflicting a mortal wound. At nightfall the Federal troops had torn the house to pieces, taken all which they could not destroy, and had vanished. Mountjoy had succeeded in getting off with his men. At six o'clock on the next morning poor Braxton breathed his last, still holding the hand of the young lady, which seemed to be all by which he had clung to life. Then a strange and unexpected difficulty arose. It is safe to say that the young ladies of New York or Philadelphia, at that
Sheridan (search for this): chapter 5.46
A fight, a dead man, and a coffin: an incident of 1864. The incident about to be narrated occurred in November, 1864, when Early with his 8,000 or 9,000 men had been compelled to retire up the Valley before Sheridan, with his 30,000 or 40, 0000; and when, in the excess of their satisfaction at this triumph of the Federal arms, the Federal authorities conceived the design of ferreting out and crushing in the same manner the band of the celebrated bandit Mosby — which result once achieved byManassas, guarding that whole country. With the transfer of active hostilities, however, to the Valley, in the summer and fall of 1864, he had turned his attention more especially to that region. There were to be found the trains of Hunter and Sheridan, the wandering parties of Jesse scouts, clad in gray, whom he delighted to encounter: in the Valley not [north? ] east of the Ridge was his most favourable field of operations-and, above all, it was there that his services were chiefly needed to
Mountjoy (search for this): chapter 5.46
e sprung, and a gentleman every inch of him. Mountjoy's was a face, a figure, and a bearing which a at Berry's ferry, and secure his captures. Mountjoy had but one fault as an officer --rashness. nfavourable for receiving their assault, that Mountjoy gave the order for his men to save themselveshey reached the fence, the fifteen men of Captain Mountjoy appeared, mounting the steep road like liards the ford. Last of all came Mountjoy-but Mountjoy, furious, foaming almost at the mouth, on firoment when he brought up the rear of the men, Mountjoy was raging. Nevertheless he stopped in the v Oh, no! was the faint reply. I am one of Mountjoy's men. Tell him, when you see him, that I saire in gray. We neglected to state that fact. Mountjoy's men were in blue. Thus the opponents had swch they could not destroy, and had vanished. Mountjoy had succeeded in getting off with his men. Atght, and at the head of them, we believe, was Mountjoy. The body, still in its rude coffin, was [5 more...]
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