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At the fight at Scarytown, Va., the soldier John Haven was wounded. He was a handsome, intelligent young man, as brave as a lion, and the pet of the company. Poor fellow! his right hip was shot away just as he was passing a ball to his gun. When his Captain saw him fall, he ran and picked him up, and conveyed him in his own arms to a place of safety. “Never mind me, Captain,” he cried; “but don’t let that flag go down!”

Originally posted 2009-05-12 22:15:13.

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At the battle of Charleston, Mo., in August, 1861, Lieut-Col. Ransom, of the Eleventh Illinois regiment, was urging his men to the charge, when a man rode up, and called out, “What do you mean? You are killing our own men.” Ransom replied, “I know what I am doing. Who are you?” The reply was, “I am for Jeff Davis.” Ransom replied, “You are the man I am after;” and instantly two pistols were drawn. The rebel fired first, taking effect in Col. Ransom’s arm, near the shoulder. The Colonel fired, killing his antagonist instantly.

Originally posted 2009-05-12 00:56:18.

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In one of the Indiana regiments that took part in the fight at Carrick’s Ford, was a Methodist preacher, said to be one of the very best shots of his regiment. During the battle, he was particularly conspicuous for the zeal with which he kept up a constant fire. The Fourteenth Ohio regiment, in the thick of the fight, fired an average of eleven rounds to every man, but this parson managed to get in a great deal more than that average. He fired carefully, with perfect coolness, and always after a steady aim, and the boys declare that every time, as he took down his gun, after firing, he added, “And may the Lord have mercy on your soul!” Evidently he thought the body not worth praying for after the aim he had so carefully taken.

Per contra: One of Steedman’s men (in the Fourteenth Ohio) was from Cheesedom, and didn’t like the irreverent tone adopted by the Southern chivaley in speaking of the “d—d Yankees.” He took deliberate aim, but, unlike the parson, after every fire he added the invariable formula, “Blast your secessions souls, how do you like the Yankees?”

Another, an Englishman, was wounded. Steedman noticed him limping, and called out, “Jack, are you wounded?” “Yes, I’m hit.” “Where are you hit, Jack?” “O, I’m hit in the hip, but—(in great anxiety lest Steedman should send him to the hospital) but it don’t hurt me. I’m only hit in the hip; it don’t hurt me;” and away he blazed with another load, adding, “Confound you, I guess I paid you off that time.”

Originally posted 2009-05-09 04:54:38.

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O COUNTRY, marvel of the earth!
O realm to sudden greatness grown!
The age that gloried in thy birth,
Shall it behold thee overthrown?
Shall traitors lay that greatness low?
No! Land of Hope and Blessing, No!

And we who wear the glorious name,
Shall we, like cravens, stand apart,
When those whom thou hast trusted aim
The death-blow at thy generous heart?
Forth goes the battle-cry, and lo!
Hosts rise in harness, shouting, No!

And they who founded in our land
The power that rules from sea to sea,
Bled they in vain, or vainly planned
To leave their country great and free?
Their sleeping ashes from below
Send up the thrilling murmur, No!

Knit they the gentle ties which long
These sister States were proud to wear
And forged the kindly links so strong,
For idle hands in sport to tear–
For scornful hands aside to throw?
No! by our fathers’ memory, No!

Our humming marts, our iron ways,
Our wind-tossed woods on mountain crest,
The hoarse Atlantic, with his bays,
The calm, broad Ocean of the West,
And Mississippi’s torrent-flow,
And loud Niagara, answer, No!

Not yet the hour is nigh when they
Who deep in Eld’s dim twilight sit,
Earth’s ancient kings, shall rise and say,
“Proud country, welcome to the pit!
So soon art thou, like us, brought low!”
No! sullen group of shadows, No!

For now, behold, the arm that gave
The victory in our fathers’ day,
Strong as of old to guard and save,–
That mighty arm which none can stay,–
On clouds above, and fields below,
Writes, in men’s sight, the answer, No!

Originally posted 2009-05-07 23:01:00.

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