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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), General Beauregard's report of the battle of Drury's Bluff. (search)
r's brigade, from which no report has been received) of one thousand and eighty-nine killed, six thousand five hundred and six wounded, and two hundred and seventy-two missing. Its strength, on going into action on the 20th, was two thousand and thirty-three officers, and twenty thousand eight hundred and forty-nine men. I have the honor to be, Colonel, Very respectfully, your obedient servant, J. Longstreet, Lieutenant-General. Diary of Rev. J. G. Law. Battle of Belmont. November 7th, 1861.—I have lived through an awful day. Have been engaged in my first battle. Reached Columbus early this morning. Everything was quiet, and I went to the river to see my mother, who was on board the Prince. There I met Colonel Smith, Promoted to the rank of Brigadier-General and killed in the battle of Chickamauga. who ordered me back to camp as the gunboats had just commenced an attack on our batteries, and a large force of Federals were reported advancing on the Missouri side
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 11. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Diary of Rev. J. G. Law. (search)
Diary of Rev. J. G. Law. Battle of Belmont. November 7th, 1861.—I have lived through an awful day. Have been engaged in my first battle. Reached Columbus early this morning. Everything was quiet, and I went to the river to see my mother, who was on board the Prince. There I met Colonel Smith, Promoted to the rank of Brigadier-General and killed in the battle of Chickamauga. who ordered me back to camp as the gunboats had just commenced an attack on our batteries, and a large force of Federals were reported advancing on the Missouri side of the river. I had barely reached camp when the rattle of musketry and the booming of cannon announced that the battle had begun. Our regiment was ordered to to form in line and be ready to move at a moment's notice. One wild shout went up from a thousand throats at the prospect of meeting the enemy, and we were soon in line waiting with breathless anxiety for the command, Forward march. Full two hours elapsed, the roar of cannon, an