Identifier: bluegrayorcivilw00whit (find matches)
Title: The blue and the gray, or, The Civil War as seen by a boy : a story of patriotism and adventure in our war for the Union
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: White, Annie Randall
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Contributing Library: State Library of North Carolina, Government & Heritage Library
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COMMANDER DAViD D. PORTER. REAR-ADMIRAL DAVID G. FARRAGUT. aim told heavily all along the lines of the Federals, who wereglad to escape from the narrow pass. Commodore Farragut, with one gunboat and his flagship, hadshot by the batteries at Port Hudson, and several boats hadpassed Vicksburg. On the night of April 16 Commodore Porterran by the batteries, but the watchful enemy had provided forthis move, and suddenly setting fire to huge heaps of wood onthe bank, a brilliant flame darted up to the heavens, and by itslight for an hour and a half they sent a heavy fire into the fleet,which as industriously returned the courtesy as it steamed past
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187 188 THE ARMIES MEET. its adversary. But the Federal fleet met with no loss save thesinking of one transport. This was some of the history of the campaign which theregiment to which Ralph was sent had taken part in, and thethought of joining it gave him unbounded delight. I was not contented, dear mother, he wrote to her a fewdays later, until I was back with the boys in blue. This is alovely country. When this war is over, Ill bring you down here,and well spend our days where nature has done so much forher creatures. Down the river they steamed. When they reached Milli-kens Bend, Louisiana, their corps united with Grants armyin its memorable march on Vicksburg. Ralph was on the alertto see all that he could of the country. But there were nosigns of aught but desolation. Fences had been torn down,and consumed to cook the camp fare on marches; here a pileof charred timber told where a house had once reared its statelyhead; a few half-starved animals roamed round an old, desertedplac

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