Personal Recollections of Chickamauga: A Paper Read before the Ohio Commandery of the Military Order of the Loyal Legion of the United States — John Shaqi
Personal Recollections of Chickamauga: A Paper Read before the Ohio Commandery of the Military Order of the Loyal Legion of the United StatesCarnahan, James R. (James Richards)
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Personal Recollections of Chickamauga: A Paper Read before the Ohio Commandery of the Military Order of the Loyal Legion of the United States
Carnahan, James R. (James Richards)
Chickamauga, Battle of, Ga., 1863; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865
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PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS
OF
CHICKAMAUGA.
A PAPER
--READ BEFORE--
The Ohio Commandery of the Military Order
--OF THE--
Loyal Legion of the United States,
BY COMPANION
JAMES R. CARNAHAN,
_Late Captain 86th Regiment Indiana Volunteer Infantry_,
January 6, 1886.
CINCINNATI:
H. C. SHERRICK & CO.
1886.
Personal Recollections of Chickamauga.
COMPANIONS:
Said an eminent artist, as he stood and gazed on the picture his mind,
genius, and hand had wrought--a picture so wonderful in its grandeur, and
in the vividness with which the subject was portrayed, "I have painted for
eternity." His picture was but the portrayal of his thoughts, his vision,
as the subject had impressed him, and by his act he gave it life, and it
spoke, and will ever speak to mankind. So have each of us painted in and
upon our minds, pictures of the exciting scenes through which each passed,
and of which he was a part, that transpired in our Country from April,
1861, to the close of the war in 1865. Wonderful, grand, heroic pictures
they were that were painted day by day through those years. On the brain,
the mind, the memory of each of us were they painted, not with the
graceful curves, the evenly drawn lines, and pleasing blending of colors
given by the professional artist in the quiet of his studio, but in the
alarm that came in the sudden midnight attack of armed hosts, the bursting
of the tempest of battle in the early dawn, or it was made in vivid
coloring as the sun went down and closed a day of carnage and death. The
lines are heavy and deep-shaded; the figures stand out as living, moving
men and horses; the guns, and cannon, and trappings seem to be real, not
painted things. Pictures these are that all time cannot efface, nor is
there one of us to-day that would, if he could, blot them out of
existence.
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