Southern Soldier Stories

I DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO THE “JOE” SO OFTEN MENTIONED IN THESE STORIES HE WAS MY LOVED COMRADE IN ARMS, AND A SHARER IN ALL MY WAR EXPERIENCES HE IS NOW

He was an enthusiastic Southerner. His twin brother was an equally enthusiastic Union man. The one was in the one army as a matter of conscience, and the other in the other for...

“But I have no skill or experience in the matter,” he replied. “The truth is I do not even know the nomenclature of a boat. I do know the bow from the rudder, but that is the ex...

My guide--for without a guide no one could possibly find his way at night through parts of that country--was a dull, taciturn fellow, with whom I found it impossible to maintain...

She might easily have escaped, and at one time seemed about to do so, but at the critical moment she seemed to lose her head and so fell into our hands.

We began, therefore, to frequent Bull Island. Bull Island lay near Hilton Head, which the enemy occupied. Bull Island had been abandoned at the beginning of the war, and the cat...

Then it was that the captain invented a totally new cavalry manœuvre, with a marching command wholly unknown to the books on tactics. He said to us in a low, quiet, but incisive...

The suggestion was applauded and insisted upon. Whether Griffith blushed or not, it was much too dark to see; but after a little chaffing he consented to tell the story. Just as...

I naturally felt a little warm towards Beavers. I owed him my life. Therefore when he suggested some alcoholic celebration of the incident I compromised on a cigar. However litt...

We had been accustomed to a program which began with a Federal advance, culminated in one great battle, and ended in the retirement of the Union army, the substitution of a new...

“He’s in rear,” said the sergeant-major. Now, strictly speaking, this was the exact truth. The captain was in rear--twelve or fifteen miles in rear! Nevertheless the sergeant-ma...

We entered that campaign stripped almost to the buff. We had no tents, even for the highest officers. We had no canteens. We had no haversacks. We had no knapsacks. We had no oi...

“Every line of this hits the mark, and to anyone who knows the forecastle and its types the picture appeals with the urgency of old familiar things. All through his four hundred...