Every-day Soldier Life: Or A History of the One Hundred and Thirteenth Ohio Volunteer InfantryC. M. Cott & Company, printers, 1884 - 400 pages |
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Page 33
... buried . We returned to camp , and now have a coffin on our hands . 6. Some contrabands revealed the whereabouts of a secreted box to one of our pickets to - day . The box belonged to a rebel captain , and was secreted in a stable not ...
... buried . We returned to camp , and now have a coffin on our hands . 6. Some contrabands revealed the whereabouts of a secreted box to one of our pickets to - day . The box belonged to a rebel captain , and was secreted in a stable not ...
Page 45
... iron compliments in a very unneighborly way . A shell entered the door of a dog tent near which two soldiers of the 18th Ohio were standing , and buried itself in the ground . October , '63 . ] 45 History of the 113th O. V. I..
... iron compliments in a very unneighborly way . A shell entered the door of a dog tent near which two soldiers of the 18th Ohio were standing , and buried itself in the ground . October , '63 . ] 45 History of the 113th O. V. I..
Page 46
... buried itself in the ground . One of them said gruffly , " There , see what you get by leaving your door open . " Lieu- tenant Swisher left yesterday for Stevenson , having in charge eleven thousand horses . 7. I started with a train of ...
... buried itself in the ground . One of them said gruffly , " There , see what you get by leaving your door open . " Lieu- tenant Swisher left yesterday for Stevenson , having in charge eleven thousand horses . 7. I started with a train of ...
Page 80
... buried some of the rebel dead left on the fleld , and citizens report that they carried off a great many as they fell back . Roses are in bloom ; I sent one in a letter to my wife to - day . A line of rifle pits run through the door ...
... buried some of the rebel dead left on the fleld , and citizens report that they carried off a great many as they fell back . Roses are in bloom ; I sent one in a letter to my wife to - day . A line of rifle pits run through the door ...
Page 92
... buried . The stench of the battlefield begins to be very offensive . The body of Captain Bowersock was brought off and buried in the rear of his company . Two solid shot were placed in the grave . Sergeant Scott died to - day , and was ...
... buried . The stench of the battlefield begins to be very offensive . The body of Captain Bowersock was brought off and buried in the rear of his company . Two solid shot were placed in the grave . Sergeant Scott died to - day , and was ...
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Every-Day Soldier Life: Or a History of the One Hundred and Thirteenth Ohio ... Francis Marion McAdams No preview available - 2018 |
Every-Day Soldier Life, Or a History of the One Hundred and Thirteenth Ohio ... F. M. McAdams No preview available - 2016 |
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absent on furlough absent sick afternoon April army Atlanta August 13 August 22 battle battle of Chickamauga brigade buried in Section Camp Chase Camp Dennison Captain charged Chattanooga Chickamauga Colonel Columbus column command Company comrades Confederate Corporal-Enrolled Corps Creek crossed Dayton December 23 died March discharged division duty enemy February February 12 fell fire foraging Franklin front Granville grave guard halted hospital hour hundred JAMES January January 28 JOHN July June 27 Kenesaw Mountain killed London Louisville miles Mitchell morning moved mustered Nashville National Cemetery noon November o'clock October October 11 officers Ohio order of Major passed picket prison Private-Company rain reached rear rebel regiment resigned returned river road Rosecrans September 20 Sergeant Sergeant-Enrolled Shelbyville shot skirmish soldier soon Sterling Sunday Swisher Tenn Tennessee tent tered to-day took train troops Urbana wagons wounds received Zanesville
Popular passages
Page 331 - ... upon the first dawning of every attempt to alienate any portion of our country from the rest, or to enfeeble the sacred ties which now link together the various parts.
Page 389 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing; Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er...
Page 159 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Page 67 - ... on the old camp ground, Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts — a song of home And friends we love so dear.
Page 67 - Many are the hearts that are weary tonight, Wishing for the war to cease; Many are the hearts looking for the right To see the dawn of peace. Tenting tonight, tenting tonight, Tenting on the old camp ground.
Page 396 - Mid little ones who weep or wonder And bravely speaks the cheering word, What though her heart be rent asunder, Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear The bolts of death around him rattle, Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er Was poured upon the field of battle!
Page 128 - Bring the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song — Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along — Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia.
Page 396 - Was poured upon the field of battle ! The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one but her secret God To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod •Received on Freedom's...
Page 129 - Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!" So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast. Had they not forgot, alas, to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia.
Page 129 - So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, While we were marching through Georgia.