Pictorial history of the war for the Union, volume 2 (of 2) : $b A complete and reliable history of the war from its commencement to its close ... together with a complete chronological analysis of the warStephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
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Pictorial history of the war for the Union, volume 2 (of 2) : $b A complete and reliable history of the war from its commencement to its close ... together with a complete chronological analysis of the war
Stephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865
That which followed cannot be justly portrayed by the poor aid of words.
On one hand was a solid column of infantry retreating at double quick
from the face of the enemy, who were already crowding their rear; on the
other was a dense mass of beings who had lost their reasoning faculties,
and were flying from a thousand fancied dangers as well as from the real
danger that crowded so close upon them, aggravating the fearfulness of
their situation by the very precipitancy with which they were seeking to
escape from it. On the hill were ten thousand of the enemy, pouring
their murderous volleys in upon the National troops, yelling and
hooting, to increase the alarm and confusion; hundreds of cavalry horses
left riderless at the first discharge from the rebels, were dashing
frantically about in all directions; a score of batteries of artillery
were thrown into disorder, some properly manned, seeking to gain
positions for effective duty, and others flying from the field; battery
wagons, ambulances, horses, men, cannon, caissons, all jumbled and
tumbled together in an apparently inextricable mass, and that murderous
fire still pouring in upon them. To add to the terror of the occasion
there was but one means of escape from the field, and that through a
little narrow neck or ravine washed out by Scott’s Creek. Toward this
the confused mass plunged headlong. For a moment it seemed as if no
power could avert the frightful calamity that threatened the entire
army. That neck passed, and this panic-stricken, disordered body of men
and animals permitted to pass down through the other corps of the army,
destruction was sure. But in the midst of that wildest alarm there was a
cool head. That calamity was averted by the determined self-possession
of Major-General Daniel E. Sickles.
The disastrous flight of the Eleventh corps may here be concluded. They
did not all fly across Sickles’s line. They dispersed and ran in all
directions, regardless of the order of their going. They seemed
possessed with an instinctive idea of the shortest and most direct line
from the point whence they started to the United States Ford, and the
majority of them did not stop until they had reached it.
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