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Updated: June 10, 2025
Do you still need reinforcements? Lee. The signal officer on the knoll behind the Stonewall wigwagged back. No. The enemy are giving way. Jackson. They gave way, indeed. The forty guns upon the ridge, the eight that Lee had sent, strewed the green field beyond the Groveton wood with shot and shrapnel. Morell fell back, Hatch fell back; the guns became deadly, mowing down the blue lines.
Blanche Devine waved back. Thus encouraged, Snooky's two hands wigwagged frantically above the pickets. Blanche Devine hesitated a moment, her floury hand on her hip. Then she went to the pantry shelf and took out a clean white saucer.
"With all my heart," responded Mr. Quentin, with rare composure and equal confidence. He had no more conception of what the baron intended to say than he would have had if the planet Mars had wigwagged a signal to him, but he was polite enough to do anything for the sake of conversation.
He had left his Young Captain Basil at Old Point Comfort, he said, where the boy, not having had enough of war, had slipped aboard a transport and gone off with the Kentucky Legion for Porto Rico the unhappy Legion that had fumed all summer at Chickamauga and had hoisted sail for Porto Rico, without daring to look backward for fear it should be wigwagged back to land from Washington.
But he found himself pleading into space. Medicine Mountain was a volcano. Out of its rocky summit and into the quiet air of the May morning was rising a straight, blue column of smoke. A flag wigwagged from the southern lookout station to herald the phenomenon, and in a moment the post was agog. Keen-sighted scouts hurried to points of vantage, where they studied the mounting plume.
From the quarter of the flag-ship there was a signal, by a vigorously wigwagged letter, and a few minutes later, from a clump of green at the water’s edge, came an answer from the army. This was the first coöperation for offensive purposes between the army and navy. The landing of the army at Daiquiri and Altares was purely a naval affair.
"O.K., sir," the detachment's signalman wigwagged back. In three-quarters of an hour more the painfully moving party reached the detachment. They were truly refugees, released from Mexico City and nearby points.
He was an Italian, or maybe a Spaniard, and his English wasn't perfect, but he could talk like hell. He's all right. He'll get steam up, sir." By and by they did make steam and begin to move on a course our skipper wigwagged to them.
American Lives Lost!" They seemed to be glowing with anger and righteous indignation, and their rays wigwagged the message, "REPAY!" Months passed, the telegrams lying handy, but covered with dust. Then, one momentous morning the Lieutenant with a sigh of disgust removed the flag from the war map and returned to his desk.
Stonewall Jackson rode along the front. "General Hill, it is time for the counterstroke. Forward, and drive them!" The signaller wigwagged to the Warrenton turnpike: General Lee. I am driving them. Jackson. The signaller on the turnpike signalled back: General Jackson. General Longstreet is advancing. Look out for and protect his left flank. Lee. Lee's great battle was over and won.
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