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Henry Martyn Kieffer. The Recollections of a Drummer-Boy
The Recollections of a Drummer-Boy
Table of Contents
PREFACE
ILLUSTRATIONS
CHAPTER I. OFF TO THE WAR
CHAPTER II. FIRST DAYS IN CAMP
CHAPTER III. ON TO WASHINGTON
CHAPTER IV. OUR FIRST WINTER QUARTERS
CHAPTER V. A GRAND REVIEW
CHAPTER VI. ON PICKET ALONG THE RAPPAHANNOCK
CHAPTER VII. A MUD-MARCH AND A SHAM BATTLE
CHAPTER VIII. HOW WE GOT A SHELLING
CHAPTER IX. IN THE WOODS AT CHANCELLORSVILLE
CHAPTER X. THE FIRST DAY AT GETTYSBURG
CHAPTER XI. AFTER THE BATTLE
CHAPTER XII. THROUGH "MARYLAND, MY MARYLAND."
CHAPTER XIII. PAINS AND PENALTIES
CHAPTER XIV. A TALE OF A SQUIRREL AND THREE. BLIND MICE
CHAPTER XV "THE PRIDE OF THE REGIMENT."
CHAPTER XVI. AROUND THE CAMP-FIRE
CHAPTER XVII. OUR FIRST DAY IN "THE WILDERNESS."
CHAPTER XVIII. A BIVOUAC FOR THE NIGHT
CHAPTER XIX "WENT DOWN TO JERICHO AND FELL AMONG. THIEVES."
CHAPTER XX. IN THE FRONT AT PETERSBURG
CHAPTER XXI. FUN AND FROLIC
CHAPTER XXII. CHIEFLY CULINARY
CHAPTER XXIII "HATCHER'S RUN."
CHAPTER XXIV. KILLED, WOUNDED, OR MISSING?
CHAPTER XXV. A WINTER RAID TO NORTH CAROLINA
CHAPTER XXVI "JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME."
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Henry Martyn Kieffer
Published by Good Press, 2021
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There was an immense crowd of people at the depot that midsummer morning, more than twenty years ago, when our company started off to the war. It seemed as if the whole county had suspended work and voted itself a holiday, for a continuous stream of people, old and young, poured out of the little village of L——, and made its way through the bridge across the river, and over the dusty road beyond, to the station where we were to take the train.
The thirteen of us who had come down from the village of M—— to join the larger body of the company at L——, had enjoyed something of a triumphal progress on the way. We had a brass band to start with, besides no inconsiderable escort of vehicles and mounted horsemen, the number of which was steadily swelled to quite a procession as we advanced. The band played, and the flags waved, and the boys cheered, and the people at work in the fields cheered back, and the young farmers rode down the lanes on their horses, or brought their sweethearts in their carriages, and fell in line with the dusty procession. Even the old gatekeeper, who could not leave his post, became much excited as we passed, gave "three cheers for the Union forever," and stood waving his hat after us till we were hid from sight behind the hills.
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