Remy St. Remy; Or, the Boy in Blue (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1866. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IX. IN BATTLB. "Mark yon Slip far away Asleep on the wave, in the last light of daj, With all its hushed thunder shut up." "And you Whom tlris song cannot reach with its transient breath. Deaf ears thnt are stopped with the brown dust of death, /Blind eyes that are dark to your own deathless glory; Silent hearts that are heedless to praise murmured o'er ye, Sleep deep sleep in peace sleep in memory ever Wrapped each soul in the deeds of its deathless endeavor." Thursday the contest began. Commodore Foote with his clad warriors lay in the river fishing for harmless torpedoes, while the swarming transports touched. shore just below Panther Island, and sent the troops to their first warlike experience, in light fighting costume, but heavy with cartridges. Nearly all the soldiery were fresh from the innocent employments of rural life and brimming with self immolation for the waiting altar. Brief as the moments of swift planning are in the brain of General Grant, and speedy as are their execution, this time he was too late. Knee deep in mud, the brave follows hurry on. Speed is impossible. The will strains every muscle, and eager eyes of platoon after platoon are straight ahead reaching after victory, or death. It is a spectacle that neither pen or brush can perfectly portray. Slow, oh so slow Not a step falters, every foot is lifted from its deep print in the watery soil with an effort like that of Marshal Ney's?hastemng from Moscow. Not a man of them would have flinched from the thinly frozen Dneiper in that magnificent retreat. It was written in their faces. A roar--a swift rushing sound, and like the mysterious flight of a meteor, a projectile spans an arch, and crashes out of sight. They know the battle has begun and they are not in position t...