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Identifier: battlegroundadve00john (find matches)
Title: Battleground adventures, the stories of dwellers on the scenes of conflict in some of the most notable battles of the civil war
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, ed Thomson, Rodney
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Anecdotes
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton Mifflin Company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ld nt see the movements of the Union troopsand were not aware of their approach until they hadreached the base of the mountain. The plateau at thesummit is bounded by a palisade or precipice of rockswith stony, wooded slopes below. Some of the Federalsfought their way up to the palisade on the north side ofthe mountain. The Confederates had fortified themselves on the pla-teau, but they were expecting to be attacked from theother direction. However, they readjusted themselves,and they formed a line of battle extending from the sum-mit to the valley. In the fighting that followed they weregradually pushed back along the mountain side andaround its eastern end. The contending troops under thepoint at the foot of the palisades were above the clouds,and they were all invisible from the valley. They foughtuntil after dark. The firing sounded like the popping ofpopcorn in a skillet. A good many people took their bedding and things andwent down under the cliffs on the other side of the moun-
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THE SHARPSHOOTER AFTER THE BATTLE f fJl^i-^^ Y!L^/^-N vNr I The Girl on the Mountain 275 tain and stayed all night. Our family did nt run. Wewere up till late, and then there was a lull in the battleand we went to sleep as usual. Some of the signal corps had been stopping at our house.The mountain was an excellent place to signal from, andon many a night we had watched the waving of answeringsignal torches on distant high points. The signal corpsmen had to leave in a hurry, and they told us a retreat hadbeen ordered and that the commissary stores, which werein a vacant house near by, would have to be left behind.They wanted us to have some of those stores. Mother and I and Father hurried to the vacant houseand brought away what we could carry in our arms andhid the things in the attic. We had hardly done that whensome Union troops came and searched the house. Theylooked up in the attic, but they did nt find our commis-sary stores. We went out and walked about later in the day, and Ire

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