The Grayjackets: and how They Lived, Fought and Died, for Dixie: With Incidents & Sketches of Life in the Confederacy. Comprising Narratives of Personal Adventure, Army Life, Naval Adventure, Home Liee [!], Partisan Daring, Life in Camp, Field and Hospital: Together with the Songs, Ballads, Anecdotes and Humorous Incidents of the War for Southern Independence ...Jones Brothers & Company, 1867 - 574 pages Comprising narratives of personal adventure, army life, naval adventure, home liee [sic], partisan daring, life in camp, field and hospital ; together with the songs, ballards, anecdotes and humorous incidents of the war for southern independence ... |
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Alabama arms army arrived artillery asked Baltimore battery battle Belle Boyd Billy Bray boat boys brave brigade bushwhacker camp Captain captured cavalry cheer Colonel command Confeder Confederate Confederate army courier cross dark enemy enemy's escape eyes Federal fell fight fire flag Fort Gregg Fort Sumter front gallant gave gentleman give ground guard gunboats guns hand HARRY GILMOR heard heart horse hour hundred infantry J. E. B. Stuart Jackson killed lady land Lieutenant Longstreet look marched Maryland miles Minie balls Morgan morning never night North Carolina o'clock officer passed picket prisoners reached rear rebel regiment replied Richmond river road rode sent shell ship shot side soldier soon steamer Stonewall Jackson struck Sumter thing told took town troops turned vessel Virginia woods wounded Yankee yards young
Popular passages
Page 211 - He's in the saddle now. Fall in! Steady! the whole brigade! Hill's at the ford, cut off — we'll win His way out, ball and blade! What matter if our shoes are worn? What matter if our feet are torn? "Quick -step! we're with him before dawn!" That's "Stonewall Jackson's way.
Page 522 - Bella Italia, amate sponde, pur vi torno a riveder! Trema in petto e si confonde l'alma oppressa dal piacer. Volgi l'onda al mar spedita o de' fiumi algoso re: dinne all'Adria che finita la gran lite ancor non è.
Page 302 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, — For their mother, — may Heaven defend her...
Page 270 - No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!
Page 301 - ' they say, " Except now and then a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. "Tis nothing : a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost, only one of the men Moaning out all alone the death-rattle." All quiet along the Potomac...
Page 446 - Till a solid cloud closed o'er us, Like a type of doom and ire, Whence shot a thousand quivering tongues Of forked and vengeful fire.
Page 302 - And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night — No sound save the rush of the river; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead — The picket's off duty forever.
Page 212 - Ah, maiden! wait, and watch, and yearn, For news of Stonewall's band! Ah, widow! read — with eyes that burn, That ring upon thy hand! Ah! wife, sew on, pray on, hope on: Thy life shall not be all forlorn. The foe had better ne'er been born, That gets in Stonewall's way.
Page 188 - Matted and damp are the curls of gold, Kissing the snow of that fair young brow, Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's Darling is dying now. Back from his beautiful blue-veined brow Brush all the wandering waves of gold, Cross his hands on his bosom now, Somebody's Darling is still and cold.
Page 187 - Somebody's darling ! so young and so brave, Wearing still on his pale, sweet face — Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave — The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.