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Updated: June 23, 2025
See you are caring for my wounded. Much obliged. Dead will take care of themselves. Pretty little place! Flowers, butterflies large bronze one on your hat. This our escort? Perfectly true you'll have a fight presently. There's the New York cavalry as well as the New Jersey plenty of infantry Pennsylvania Bucktails and so forth. Wish I could see the scrimmage! Curious world!
Of course I know you are very celebrated, ma'am; but, really, do you think it likely that you can pick out this hidden mischief-maker before he sends word to Stuart to-night of our deplorable condition?" "How long have I?" "About a day." "When do the Bucktails go?" "At nine to-night." "Who knows it?" "Who doesn't?
We went by Harrisburg, Baltimore, and Washington, thence by the Orange and Alexandria road, every mile historic ground, past Bull Run, where, the soldiers say, the dead would not stay buried, and finally we alight at Bristoe Station. On the right over there are the Bucktails; a little further toward the west the Second is camped.
I had an opportunity, after dinner, to inspect the camp of the "Bucktails," a regiment of Pennsylvania backwoodsmen, whose efficiency as skirmishers has been adverted to by all chroniclers of the civil war. They wore the common blue blouse and breeches, but were distinguished by squirrel tails fastened to their caps.
We finally drove them across an open field about a hundred yards wide. A road was on our left; at least all the Bucktails in sight were on the right of the road. A house stood near the road next to the woods, out of which we had driven the rebels, who were now firing from the farther side of the field.
"I knew we should lose the last living thing on the property," said this young lady, much distressed. The Captain went to the door, and found three strolling Bucktails looking covetously at the swine. They were a little discomposed at his appearance, and edged off suspiciously. "Halt!" said the old man in his great voice, "where are you men going?"
McCall were stationed here; they made a wavering resistance, wherein four companies of Bucktails were captured bodily, and fell back at nightfall upon Porter's Corps, at Gaines's Mill. Fitz John Porter commanded the brigades of Gens. Sykes and Morrell, the former made up solely of regulars.
The copse, all dim and smoky, flowered again, three hundred red points of fire. The sound was crushing, startling, beating at the ear drum. The Bucktails were shouting, "Come on, Johnny Reb! Go back, Johnny Reb! Don't know what you want to do, do you, Johnny Reb?" Ashby and the bay reached the front of the regiment. There was disorder, wavering, from underfoot groans and cries.
There was to be no crying, even if I did get hurt a little once in a while. Men never cried. Only babies cried. I could hear Mr. Wright talking about Bucktails and Hunkers below stairs and I could hear the peepers down in the marsh. Peepers and men who talked politics were alike to me those days. They were beyond my understanding and generally put me to sleep especially the peepers.
We used to be on the best of terms, and they would, at length, stand their ground saucily, and chatter, the one with the other, flourishing their bushy appendages, like so many straggling "Bucktails."
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