"The Cannoneer.": Recollections of Service in the Army of the Potomac

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National tribune, 1890 - United States - 400 pages
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Page 201 - When Tamerlane ha'd finished building his pyramid of seventy thousand human skulls, and was seen "standing at the gate of Damascus, glittering in steel, with his battle-axe on his shoulder...
Page 70 - Up and down the line men reeling and falling ; splinters flying from wheels and axles where bullets hit ; in rear, horses tearing and plunging, mad with wounds or terror ; drivers yelling, shells bursting, shot shrieking overhead, howling about our ears or throwing up great clouds of dust where they struck...
Page 66 - First we could see the tips of their color-staffs coming up over the little ridge, then the points of their bayonets, and then the Johnnies themselves, coming on with a steady tramp, tramp, and with loud yells.
Page 357 - Crawford to change front again to the right, and march toward the sound of the firing, so as again to take the enemy in flank and rear, and this he at once did. I also directed a cavalry brigade, which had been kept mounted, and which now came rapidly along the Ford Road toward me, not to move along it further, but to file to their left and proceed in the direction Gen.
Page 68 - Pennsylvania men crawled up over the bank of the cut or behind the rail fence in rear of Stewart's caissons and joined their musketry to our canister, while from the north side of the cut flashed the chainlightning of the Old Man's half-battery in one solid streak!
Page 70 - em!" The very guns became things of life — not implements, but comrades. Every man was doing the work of two or three. At our gun at the finish there were only the corporal and two drivers fetching ammunition. The water in the corporal's bucket was like ink.
Page 340 - Yet gentle as a panther is, Mouthing her young in her first fierce kiss; Tall, courtly, grand as any king, Yet simple as a child at play, In camp and court the same alway, And never moved at...
Page 70 - ... mad with wounds or terror; drivers yelling, shells bursting, shot shrieking overhead, howling about our ears or throwing up great clouds of dust where they struck; the musketry crashing on three sides of us; bullets hissing, humming and whistling everywhere; cannon roaring; all crash on crash and peal on peal, smoke, dust, splinters, blood, wreck and carnage indescribable; but the brass guns of Old B still bellowed and not a man or boy flinched or faltered.
Page 68 - Then for seven or eight minutes ensued probably the most desperate fight ever waged between artillery and infantry at close range without a particle of cover on either side.
Page 357 - Boiscau's after he had crossed the Ford Road. He had been driving back the enemy's skirmish line all the way, and continually turning the left of any force opposing Generals Ayres and Griffin. I at once directed his line to swing round to face southward, as we had now closed up the outlet for the enemy's escape northward, and to move down upon the position of the enemy at the forks of the road, a point well indicated to us by the firing of some pieces of artillery...

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