The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 4, October, 1863: Devoted to Literature and National PolicyVarious
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The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 4, October, 1863: Devoted to Literature and National Policy
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Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; United States -- Politics and government -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Now her dreams are growing fainter,
And her eyelids heavy grow;
Dull the waning firelight flickers
On her brow as white as snow.
Lower droop the heavy eyelids--
Weary eyes they cover quite--
And the dreamy girl is sleeping
Softly in the red firelight.
THIRTY DAYS WITH THE SEVENTY-FIRST REGIMENT.
The 71st Regiment N.Y.S.N.G. left New York to aid in repelling the
invasion of Pennsylvania on the 17th of June. On the 19th, having
meantime determined to 'go to the wars,' Dick and I presented ourselves
at the armory, inquiring whether we could follow and join the regiment,
and were told briefly to report there at one o'clock on Monday next, and
go on with a squad.
So at one o'clock on Monday we stood ready in the armory, duly clothed
in blue and buttons; but long after the appointed hour we waited without
moving, I taking the chance to practise in putting on my knapsack and
accoutrements, whose various straps and buckles seemed at first as
intricate as a ship's rigging, and benefiting by the kindly hints of
regular members who sent substitutes this trip.
At length came the word, 'Fall in,' and the squad formed, about a
hundred. A few minutes' drill ensued, sufficing to show me that I needed
considerably more, and then out--down Broadway to Cortlandt
street--aboard the ferry boat--into the cars, and about half past seven
actually off, amid the cheers and wavings of the bystanders, men, women,
and children.
'Gone for a soger!' Should I ever come back? Perhaps I should wish
myself home again soon enough. However, that couldn't be now, so good-by
everything and everybody, and into it head and heels.
I went, among other reasons, chiefly to see _what it was like_, and I
will record my experience;--for though, since the war began, tales and
sketches of military life have been written and read without number, and
we have all become sufficiently learned in warlike matters to see how
ignorant of, and unprepared for war the nation was at the outbreak of
the rebellion; yet, all I saw and learned was new to me, and may prove
interesting to some others.
Tuesday morning by daylight we were in Harrisburg, and marched from the
cars to the Capitol grounds through the just awaking town, escorted by
one policeman armed with a musket. There a wash at a hydrant refreshed
me--then to breakfast in a temporary shed-like erection near the depot.
An army breakfast! Huge lumps of bread and salt junk, and coffee. To
this I knew it must come; but just then, after spending the night in the
cars, the most I could do was to swallow some coffee, scorning however
to join those who dispersed through the town for a civilized
breakfast--wherein I intended to be soldierly, though before long I
learned that your old soldier is the very man who goes upon the plan of
snatching comfort whenever he can.
But the regiment was at Chambersburg; so for Chambersburg we took the
cars, a distance, I believe, of about fifty miles.
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