The Life and Work of James A. Garfield, Twentieth President of the United States: Embracing an Account of the Scenes and Incidents of His Boyhood; the Struggles of His Youth; the Might of His Early Manhood; His Valor As a Soldier; His Career As a Statesman; His Election to the Presidency; and the Tragic Story of His Death.Ridpath, John Clark
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The Life and Work of James A. Garfield, Twentieth President of the United States: Embracing an Account of the Scenes and Incidents of His Boyhood; the Struggles of His Youth; the Might of His Early Manhood; His Valor As a Soldier; His Career As a Statesman; His Election to the Presidency; and the Tragic Story of His Death.
Ridpath, John Clark
Garfield, James A. (James Abram), 1831-1881
This ended the struggle. Lieutenant-Colonel Sheldon, with his seven
hundred men, after a hard day’s march of twenty miles, came down on the
scene of action at a run, and found that their approach had saved the
day. Garfield and his men were already occupying the hill-top, and a
detachment was following the fleeing troops of the enemy. The policy
adopted, however, was to not follow the enemy very far, as it was not
known in how bad a condition they were. The Union loss in this battle
was two killed and twenty-five wounded. The rebels left twenty-seven
dead on the field, and had carried off about thirty-five more.
The captures were, twenty-five men, ten horses, and a quantity of army
supplies. Toward midnight a bright light appeared in the sky in the
direction Marshall had taken. It was the light of his blazing wagons and
camp equipments, burned by his men to keep them from doing any body else
any good, while they made their enforced visit to Virginia by way of
Pound Gap. The field was won; and Buell’s commission to Garfield had
been faithfully performed.
[Illustration: GARFIELD DRIVES HUMPHREY MARSHALL OUT OF KENTUCKY.]
On the following day Colonel Garfield addressed his victorious men as
follows:
“_Soldiers of the Eighteenth Brigade_: I am proud of you all! In
four weeks you have marched, some eighty and some a hundred miles,
over almost impassable roads. One night in four you have slept,
often in the storm, with only a wintry sky above your heads. You
have marched in the face of a foe of more than double your
number—led on by chiefs who have won a national renown under the Old
Flag—intrenched in hills of his own choosing, and strengthened by
all the appliances of military art. With no experience but the
consciousness of your own manhood, you have driven him from his
strongholds, pursued his inglorious flight, and compelled him to
meet you in battle. When forced to fight, he sought the shelter of
rocks and hills. You drove him from his position, leaving scores of
his bloody dead unburied. His artillery thundered against you, but
you compelled him to flee by the light of his burning stores, and to
leave even the banner of his rebellion behind him. I greet you as
brave men. Our common country will not forget you. She will not
forget the sacred dead who fell beside you, nor those of your
comrades who won scars of honor on the field.
“I have recalled you from the pursuit that you may regain vigor for
still greater exertions. Let no one tarnish his well-earned honor by
any act unworthy an American soldier. Remember your duties as
American citizens, and sacredly respect the rights and property of
those with whom you may come in contact. Let it not be said that
good men dread the approach of an American army.
“Officers and soldiers, your duty has been nobly done. For this I
thank you.”
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