Sabres and Spurs: the First Regiment Rhode Island Cavalry in the Civil War, 1861-1865: Its Origin, Marches, Scouts, Skirmishes, Raids, Batttles, Sufferings, Victories, and Appropriate Official Papers; with the Roll of Honor and Roll of the Regiment...
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1st Regiment N. H. Andersonville April April 11 army artillery August battalion battle bivouacked brigade C H A PT E R camp captured certif Charles Colonel Duffie command Confederate Corporal corps Deserted died Discharged for disability duty enemy exchanged field fire force Ford front Front Royal George George W guard Hampshire Hampshire battalion headquarters horses hundred infantry James John July Major Farrington March 17 Mass miles morning mountains mustered out Aug Mustered out Dec mustered out June mustered out Oct NAME AND RANK night o'clock officers old organization paroled passed picket Potomac prisoner June 18 Rappahannock Re-enlisted Jan reached Regiment N. H. Cavalry Rhode Island Rhode Island Cavalry Richmond river road sabres scout Second Lieutenant sent Sept Sergeant skirmish soldiers squadron Station Surg Taken prisoner June Taken prisoner Oct transferred to Troop Troop D Troop G valley wagons Warrenton wounded
Page 420 - Swept on, with his wild eye full of fire. But, lo ! he is nearing his heart's desire; He is snuffing the smoke of the roaring fray, With Sheridan only five miles away. The first that the General saw were the groups Of stragglers, and then the retreating troops ; What was done ? what to do ? a glance told him both.
Page 421 - Then, striking his spurs, with a terrible oath, He dashed down the line, 'mid a storm of huzzas, And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because The sight of the master compelled it to pause. With foam and with dust the black charger was gray; By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play, He seemed to the whole great army to say: "I have brought you Sheridan all the way From Winchester town to save the day!
Page 420 - Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster. Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster. The heart of the steed and the heart of the master Were beating like prisoners...
Page 421 - Hurrah ! hurrah for Sheridan ! Hurrah ! hurrah for horse and man ! And when their statues are placed on high, Under the dome of the Union sky, The American soldier's Temple of Fame, — There with the glorious General's name, Be it said, in letters both bold and bright, " Here is the steed that saved the day By carrying Sheridan into the fight, From Winchester, twenty miles away!
Page 353 - During three long years the Armies of the Potomac and Northern Virginia had been confronting each other. In that time they had fought more desperate battles than it probably ever before fell to the lot of two armies to fight, without materially changing the vantage ground of either.
Page 420 - And Sheridan twenty miles away. But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down ; And there, through the flush of the morning light, A steed as black as the steeds of night Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight ; As if he knew the terrible need, He stretched away with his upmost speed ; Hills rose and fell ; but his heart was gay, With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
Page 420 - Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away. And wider still those billows of war Thundered along the horizon's bar; And louder yet into Winchester rolled The roar of that red sea uncontrolled, Making the blood of the listener cold, As he thought of the stake in that fiery fray, And Sheridan twenty miles away. But there is a road from Winchester town, A good broad highway leading down...
Page 416 - The very best troops of the confederacy had not only been defeated, but had been routed in successive engagements, until their spirit and esprit were destroyed. In obtaining these results, however, our loss in officers and men was severe.
Page 419 - Up from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 230 - If the war was a tournament, invented and supported for the pleasure and profit of a few vain and weak-headed officers, these disasters might be dismissed with compassion. But the country pays dearly for the blunders which encourage the enemy to overrun and devastate the land with a cavalry which is daily learning to despise the mounted troops of the Confederacy. It is high time that this branch of the service should be reformed.