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Identifier: abrahamlincolnba01newy (find matches)
Title: Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War
Year: 1886 (1880s)
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Subjects: Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 Generals Generals
Publisher: (New York, N.Y.) : (The Century Co.)
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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tally discharged, and the colored boy whoshot Winthrop was killed. How old was theboy ? I asked. About forty, she replied. Atthe right of the road was an open, marshy jjieceof land, and it was over this Major Winthrojjwas leading his men when shot. The woodyintervale just beyond the marshy land wasoccupied by the enemys works, which con-sisted of five rifle-pits, each a few rods inlength, and one of them commanding themarshy opening mentioned. (Note. — Theabove is but one of several different accountsas to the manner of Winthrops death. Allthe facts that can be vouched for by his fam-ily are given in the Life, by his sister, Mrs.Laura Winthrop Johnson (N. Y.: Henry Holt&Co.) —Ed.) While wandering about, I came to the house of a Mrs. T , whose husband was said to be a captain in the Confederate service and a fire-eating secessionist. Here some of ourmen were put on guard for a short time, untilrelieved by guards from other parts of thearmy as they came up, whereupon we went on.
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MRS. T S EXOUUS. 77° RECOLLECTIONS OF A PRIVATE. A large, good-looking woman, about forty years old, who. I learned, was Mrs. T -. was crying profusely, and I could not induceher to tell me what about. One of the sol-diers said her grief was caused by the factthat some of our men had helped themselvesto the contents of cupboard and cellar. Shewas superintending the loading of an old form-wagon, into which she was putting a largetamily of colored people, with numerousbundles. The only white person on the loadas it started away was the mistress, who satamid her dark chattels in desolation and tears.Returning to the house after this exodus, Ifound letters, papers, and odds and ends ofvarious kinds littering the floor, whether over-turned in the haste of the mistress or by thevisiting soldiers I could only guess. As Ipassed into what had evidendy been thebest room, or parlor, I found a fellow-soldier intently poring over the illustrationsof a large book, which proved to be anelegantly bo

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