Campaigns of a Non-combatant: And His Romaunt Abroad During the WarThis book details the author's experiences as a war correspondent during the Civil War, the campaigns he witnessed, and his travels abroad during the war. |
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Page 162 - And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.
Page 348 - He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth : he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder ; he burneth the chariot in the fire.
Page 194 - The gray and butternut lines appeared over the brow of the hill ; wound at double quick through the narrow defile ; they poured a volley into our camps when half-way down, and under cover of the smoke, they dashed forward impetuously with a loud huzza. The artillery beyond them kept up a steady fire, raining shell, grape and canister over their heads, and ploughing the ground on our side into zigzag furrows, rending the trees, shattering the ambulances, tearing the tents to tatters, slaying the horses,...
Page 110 - Hanover, under escort, and all the bands were pealing national airs. As they turned down the fields toward their old encampments, several brigades stood under arms to welcome them, and the cheers were many and vigorous. But the solemn ambulances still followed after, and the red flag of the hospitals flaunted bloodily in the blue midnight. Between midnight and morning the wounded were removed to White House, on the River Pamunkey, where they were forwarded by steamers to northern cities.
Page 347 - For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because...
Page 134 - Much of the interring had been done by night, and the flare of lanterns upon the discolored faces and dead eyes must have been hideously effective. The grave-diggers, however, were practical personages, and had probably little care for dramatic effects. They leaned upon their spades, when the rites were finished, and a large, dry person, who appeared to be privileged upon all occasions, said, grinningly — " Colonel, your honor, them boys 'ill niver stand forninst the Irish brigade again. If they'd...
Page 159 - The officer was evidently wounded, though he did not seem to be bleeding, and the dust of battle had settled upon his blanched, stiffening face like grave-mould upon a corpse. He was swaying in the saddle, and his hair — for he was bareheaded — shook across his eyeballs.
Page 131 - ... Federals; they lay in their blankets upon the floors — pale, helpless, hollow-eyed — making low moans at every breath. Two or three were feverishly sleeping, and as the flies revelled upon their gashes, they stirred uneasily, and moved their hands to and fro. By the flatness of the covering over the extremities, I could see that several had only stumps of legs. They had lost the sweet enjoyment of walking afield, and were but fragments of men, to limp forever through a painful life. Such...
Page 133 - I feel very cold. Do you think that this is death ? It seems to be creeping to my heart. I have no feeling in my feet, and my thighs are benumbed." A Federal soldier came along with a bucket of soup, and proceeded to fill the canteens and plates. He appeared to be a relative of Mark Tapley, and possessed much of that estimable person's jollity. "Come, pardner,
Page 348 - O hear the sighs, support the spirits, and hasten the deliverance of those, who, for thy sake, are killed all the day long, and counted as sheep for the slaughter.