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Title: The photographic history of the Civil War : thousands of scenes photographed 1861-65, with text by many special authorities
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Miller, Francis Trevelyan, 1877-1959 Lanier, Robert S. (Robert Sampson), 1880-
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Pictorial works United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: New York : Review of Reviews Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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to drive the Northerners back.As they did so General Lee rode uj3, evidently intending togo forward with Gordon. His horse was seized by one of thesoldiers, and for the second time in the campaign the cry arosefrom the ranks, I^ee to the rear! The beloved commanderwas led back from the range of fire, while tlie men, under theinspiration of his example, rushed forward in a charge thatdrove the Federals back until they had reached the outer lineof works. Here they fought stubbornly at deadly range.Neither side was able to force the other back. But Gordonwas not able to cojje with the entire attack. Wright and ^Var-ren both sent some of their divisions to reenforce Hancock,and Lee sent all the assistance possible to the troops strugglingso desperately to restore his line at the salient. )Many vivid and picturesque descriptions of this fightingat the angle have been written, some by eye-witnesses, othersl)y able historians, but no printed page, no cold type can May 1804 ^ V fe^ KSS i^Kl^
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IN ONE LONG UL RIAL TRENCH It fell to the duty of the First Massachusetts Heavy Artillery of General Tylers (li\-ision to put under ground the men they slew inthe sliarp battle of May 18th, and here they are near Mrs. Allsojjs barn digfjing the trench to hide the dreadful work of bullet andshot and shell. No feeling of bitterness exists in moments such as these. What soldier in the party knows but what it may be histurn next to lie beside other lum))s of clay and join his earth-mother in this same fashion in his turn. But men become used to workof any kind, and these men digging up the warm spring soil, when their labor is concluded, are neither oppressed nor nerve-shatteredby what they have seen and done. They have lost the power of experiencing sensation. Senses become numbed in a measure; thevalue of life itself from close and constant association with death is minimized almost to the vanishing point. In half an hour thesevery men may be singing and laughing as if war and death wer

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