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210 SHELBY AND HIS MEN; OR,
stroke his black coat and surfeit him on sweetmeats and delica-
cies; and unchained and domesticated, he roamed about at will
among the regiments, thrusting his ugly face into saucepans and
stew-kettles. In minor engagements the bear was always at his
post, and dodged and shirked like a veritable coward whenever the
shells and grape-shot rattled about his gun; but when the sur-
roundings gave promise of bloody battle, Collins invariably re-
moved his pet to some safe place with the horses, much to the de-
light of "Postlewait."
It was Jimmy O'Grady, the irrepressible Irishman of this
battery, who, upon one occasion, when the position was dread-
fully hot, called out loudly: "Captain, be jabers, an' if yes stay
here much longer ivery boss will be kilt entirely." The men were
nothing to Jimmy.
At Prairie d'Ann, John Pollack had his right side shot away
and James Lindsay an arm, when they were both placed in an am-
bulance and started to the rear. They were splendid gunners,
and loved their pieces almost to idolatry. Suffering dreadfully,
Pollack yet raised up, looked at his gun and remarked: "Ah!
Jim, we have fired our last piece for old Joe."
The great red moon came up at last over the tree-tops, look-
ing sullen and dejected. White mists from the river blew
wreaths of spray-spotted hair all about the leaf-crowned trees,
and wrapped the low shrubs in clouds of dew and moisture. It
was chilly, too, in the early spring, but slowly on through the
dark, dank cane-brakes, and amid the rank bushes of the lux-
uriant bottom growth, the brigade went swiftly, reaching the
river long before daylight. The water at the ford ran rapid and
deep, but plunging and swimming through, the river was safely
crossed, not, however, before many unfortunate riders had gone
down to a good ducking in the freezing water. The silence about
the column now became fearful and thrilling with coming death.
Beyond the river the broad wire road from Arkadelphia to
Washington lay before the brigade, cut into almost bottomless
pits by the iron wheels of innumerable wagons, and abund-
ant unmistakable signs told that the rear was near at
hand. Thorp led the advance, and Shelby had ordered him
to charge from the first, charge upon sight, and charge con-
tinually. At a large frame house on the right of the road,
and just about two miles from where Steele's rear was over-
taken, lived Colonel Boseman, a substantial farmer and strong
Secessionist. Some two dozen ladies were congregated there
in every temperature of excitement, for the hands of the spoil-
Object Description
| Title | Shelby and his men, or, the war in the west |
| Author | Edwards, John N. (John Newman), 1839-1889 |
| Subject.LCSH |
Shelby, Joseph Orville, 1830-1897 Missouri -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 Arkansas -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 |
| Coverage | United State -- Missouri |
| Source |
Digital reproduction based on reprint edition republished by his wife Jennie Edwards, Kansas City, Mo. : Hudson-Kimberly Pub. Co., 1897 Originally published: Cincinnati, Ohio : Miami printing and publishing, 1867. |
| Language | English |
| Date.Original | 1897 |
| Date.Digital | 2003? |
| Type |
Books and pamphlets |
| Format | JPEG |
| Collection Name | Civil War in Missouri - Monographs |
| Editorial Note | All blank pages have been eliminated |
| Publisher.Digital | University of Missouri Digital Library Production Services |
| Rights | These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Please contact contributing institution for information. |
| Contributing Institution |
University of Missouri--Columbia. Libraries |
| Copy Request | Contact Ellis Library Special Collection, University of Missouri - Columbia at (573) 882-0076 or email: SpecialCollections@missouri.edu |
Description
| Title | civk000028p0210 |
| Description | 210 SHELBY AND HIS MEN; OR, stroke his black coat and surfeit him on sweetmeats and delica- cies; and unchained and domesticated, he roamed about at will among the regiments, thrusting his ugly face into saucepans and stew-kettles. In minor engagements the bear was always at his post, and dodged and shirked like a veritable coward whenever the shells and grape-shot rattled about his gun; but when the sur- roundings gave promise of bloody battle, Collins invariably re- moved his pet to some safe place with the horses, much to the de- light of "Postlewait." It was Jimmy O'Grady, the irrepressible Irishman of this battery, who, upon one occasion, when the position was dread- fully hot, called out loudly: "Captain, be jabers, an' if yes stay here much longer ivery boss will be kilt entirely." The men were nothing to Jimmy. At Prairie d'Ann, John Pollack had his right side shot away and James Lindsay an arm, when they were both placed in an am- bulance and started to the rear. They were splendid gunners, and loved their pieces almost to idolatry. Suffering dreadfully, Pollack yet raised up, looked at his gun and remarked: "Ah! Jim, we have fired our last piece for old Joe." The great red moon came up at last over the tree-tops, look- ing sullen and dejected. White mists from the river blew wreaths of spray-spotted hair all about the leaf-crowned trees, and wrapped the low shrubs in clouds of dew and moisture. It was chilly, too, in the early spring, but slowly on through the dark, dank cane-brakes, and amid the rank bushes of the lux- uriant bottom growth, the brigade went swiftly, reaching the river long before daylight. The water at the ford ran rapid and deep, but plunging and swimming through, the river was safely crossed, not, however, before many unfortunate riders had gone down to a good ducking in the freezing water. The silence about the column now became fearful and thrilling with coming death. Beyond the river the broad wire road from Arkadelphia to Washington lay before the brigade, cut into almost bottomless pits by the iron wheels of innumerable wagons, and abund- ant unmistakable signs told that the rear was near at hand. Thorp led the advance, and Shelby had ordered him to charge from the first, charge upon sight, and charge con- tinually. At a large frame house on the right of the road, and just about two miles from where Steele's rear was over- taken, lived Colonel Boseman, a substantial farmer and strong Secessionist. Some two dozen ladies were congregated there in every temperature of excitement, for the hands of the spoil- |
| Source | Shelby and His Men |
| Type | Books and monographs |
| Format | JPEG |
| Identifier | civk000028p0210.jpg |
| Collection Name | Civil War in Missouri - Monographs |
| Editorial Note | All blank pages have been eliminated |
| Publisher.Digital | University of Missouri Digital Library Production Services |
| Rights | These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Please contact koppk@umsystem.edu for more information. |
| Copy Request | Contact Ellis Library special collection at: SpecialCollections@missouri.edu |
