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Bowery (search for this): article 5
e, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw a valua
Bradley Johnson (search for this): article 5
our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his hair. His eyes were of that peculiar color which it is impossible to describe. But I once saw a valuable dog which was being practiced on by an optician for a disease called the "hooks." His eyes closely resembled those of this General Potter. They were truly the meanest, most sneaking eyes I have ever seen; and a mouth which resembled an opening to a sepulchre, were the only features worthy of note. How prond it made me feel to turn my head towards our own work, on the frank, open countenances of our own Hill, Johnson, Mahone, and Saunders, so plainly dressed that it would have been impossible to have recognized them but for their bearing. But enough; I've written more than you care to read, much less publish. Yours, Key.
August 4th, 1864 AD (search for this): article 5
Scenes at a flag of truce. In the Trenches, Near Petersburg, Va., Aug. 4, 1864. To the Editor of the Richmond Dispatch: As you have been furnished with accounts of our brilliant "Little affair" of Saturday last by abler writers than your humble servant, I will not undertake to give another description of that day's performances; but if you deem these scraps from my notebook of any interest to yourself or readers, they are respectfully submitted. Early yesterday morning (Monday) a truce was granted the Yankees for the purpose of burying their dead, who were lying just in front of our works in heaps; and already the fumes from their black and swollen corpses were rendering our position almost "untenable"--more so by far than could their artillery and Minnie muskets. Accordingly, at 5 A. M. firing along the lines was suspended, and operations begun. Curiosity caused the men of both sides to cluster on their respective sides of the flag, and officers and men who had so lon
Ferrero (search for this): article 5
" for inspection. I asked who these animals were, and ascertained that the one on the left, a little, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man, who resembled an ostentatious tombstone, set up by some afflicted wife six weeks before her second marriage in memory of her departed first. He wore his whiskers a lamilitaire, cut close, as was his ha
Reb (search for this): article 5
u." Yank.--"Oh, paliaw, Major, lay aside your prejudices; I assure you its prime good." Reb.--"I do not doubt it in the least, but I do not wish to drink with you, sir. " Yank.--"Well,ttlement of it is war we could soon step aside and have the thing all right, with the dice." Reb.--"I should not be satisfied, sir, to rest the fate of the Confederacy upon the chance of the diclows went on the principle of not shooting a white man when you could kill a 'nigger,' hey!" Reb.--"You are much mistaken — we almost try when we get the blacks and whites together to kill the watch the negroes." Yank.--"Well, now, I hold that a white man is better than a nigger." Reb.--"So do we, sir; but it depends altogether upon who the white man is. Though it seems that you rhe subject)--"Major, I guess some of your friends would like a 'nip' won't you ask them up." Reb.--"Thank you, Major, if I see any one hunting for liquor I'll send him up, " and, touching his ca
Yankee Major (search for this): article 5
des, and men, walked freely about on their respective sides; and we were glad to see that many of our officers refused to encourage that impudent communicative trail which the Yankees endeavored as usual to display. I noticed particularly one Yankee Major who exerted himself especially to become most familiar with an artillery Major of our army. By way of initiating himself into the good graces of our rebel Major, and proving that he wished to be most friendly, the Yankee drew from under his coat a bottle marked "cognac," at the same time tapping his new acquaintance familiarly on the shoulder, when the following dialogue ensued: Yankee Major.--"I say, Major, here is something 'extra' I guess we can take a friendly nip" Rebel Major.--"I am obliged to you sir. but I can no take a friendly nip with you." Yank.--"Oh, paliaw, Major, lay aside your prejudices; I assure you its prime good." Reb.--"I do not doubt it in the least, but I do not wish to drink with you, sir.
Harper's Ferry (West Virginia, United States) (search for this): article 5
Yorky and disgusting that I did not think it at all probable anything good could emanate from his brainless skull; so I moved on. Near the flag stood a particularly interesting group, evidently "done up" for inspection. I asked who these animals were, and ascertained that the one on the left, a little, stiff, dried up man, in a large blue sack, with straggling hair, about the color of a rotten rope, and eyes about the color of spoilt oysters, was General White, the same who surrendered Harper's Ferry to us on a certain occasion — so the Yankees told me. To his right stood, looking as though it was the occasion of one of his famous matinee entertainment, the former dancing master, now General Ferrero. His fondness for dress has not forsaken him, for he looked as nice as a frizzly-headed Bowery boy. The time is not far distant, I hope, when he may be called upon to "trip it on the light fantastic toe" to the rear, to the music of our guns. Next him stood a tall, lean, endeavors man,
Brown (search for this): article 6
How reserve troops fight. --The Georgia State troops appear to be praised by every letter writer in the Army of Tennessee. The compliments they receive are well merited. Here is what a correspondent of the Griffin Rebel says of them: During the movements of which I can now give only a general outline, many collisions occurred with the enemy. In one of these the Georgia State troops, the first of Governor Brown's late levies were assailed. No body of untrained soldiers ever conducted themselves with greater courage — none have displayed a more commendable spirit. At one time, when enfiladed in their hurriedly constructed works, they maintained a position from which experienced soldiers would certainly have fled. They, on the contrary, evoked encouragement and hope from the usual prelude to disaster. They believed the enemy's line broken and that they had penetrated his centre. They fired to the right and left, and finally repulsed their assailants. They were surpris
Hays (search for this): article 7
Amusing scene. --An amusing scene was witnessed on the battle-field of Monocracy. After the battle was over, and the Yankees had fled, leaving their dead and wounded upon the field, a wounded soldier of the Federal army appealed to a chaplain in our service for assistance and a draught of water. The chaplain very promptly gave him water, and was rendering him assistance, when an Irishman, belonging to Hays's Louisiana battalion, passing along, asked the chaplain what he was doing. "Relieving this poor fellow," said he, "who is badly wounded. " "Leave here, ye spalpoen," replied the Irishman, "get a musket and go to work, and don't be afther trying to bring the divils too after we've kill them. "
June (search for this): article 8
ld, found a Federal soldier there insulting the ladies of the family and breaking open the trunks, drawers, &c., in the house. Upon remonstrating with him, the Yankee insolently told him to bring him the keys to the trunks, and then fired upon him. After a short struggle, Mr. Creigh killed him with an axe.--As a Federal army was in the neighborhood, the deed was not made public, but an Irishman working on the farm betrayed it, and when the Federal army under Averill returned to Greenbrier in June, a negro gave them information of the deed. The Presbyterian gives the further history of the affair: Search was made and the remains found. Mr. Creigh made a candid statement of the whole occurrence to the military authorities, declaring that he considered himself justified in what he had done, and that he would do the same thing to any of them, or to any soldier, Federal or Confederate, under the same circumstances. After his arrest they took his wife and two daughters, about ten o
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