A Short History of the Civil War: Ordeal by Fire
Best one-volume history brings the events, figures, and battles of monumental conflict vividly to life. Absorbing details of military campaigns, battlefield strategies, and personalities revealed in an audacious style that carries readers breathlessly along from the day of Lincoln's inauguration to Lee's surrender at Appomattox Court House.
Lincoln a mealy-mouthed hypocrite, too soft for this stern war, and when he showed signs of gentleness toward the states already conquered—“If one-tenth of the voters take oath of fealty to the Constitution and establish a state government, it will be recognized,” he had written—when he showed signs of mercy, they jammed a fierce fire-and-sword bill through at the end of the session; slave property to be forfeit, slave-holders to accept Negro citizenship before being allowed in the Union—to your.
And held his course. The persistent Yankee fired another shot, then came down with the muzzles of his broadside all agape; Trent hooted a protest and came to rest. Under the guns a boat discharged a lieutenant and a guard of marines on her deck. “I have orders to arrest Messrs. Mason and Slidell, traitors to the United States.” “Sir! This is a British ship.” The lieutenant shrugged and pointed to his cannon; the captain bowed and summoned the commissioners, and a week later they were in the.
War—what a shame that American democracy should end its existence on a note of blunder. He was disturbed, poor ambassadorial gentleman, not without reason, for England was wild with fury, the Channel Fleet had been placed in commission and 8,000 troops ordered to Canada. The Duke of Newcastle recalled that Mr. Seward told him once over the whisky decanter that he meant to twist the lion’s tail when he had the chance, and the London Times thundered that the marks of the American character were.
Lower Missouri, a hundred-mile morass, and the Kentucky side as bad. Pope went in against it in the early days of March, down the highlands of the Missouri shore, with Foote’s gunboats to help him. At the drowned lands the army wheeled to a stand; the batteries were too heavy for Foote’s lightly plated fleet. He brought up fourteen bombing-vessels, one single mortar each on a huge block of wood, and began throwing shells into the place from a distance. The shells squashed in the mud and the.
Shining bayonets. General Garnett rode by, just out of hospital, buttoned to the neck in his old blue coat; Armistead and his iron beard went by, Kemper of the proud face. “Good-by boys, see you in Washington!” “One—two—three—four, right dress, there,” called the sergeants. Fifteen thousand fighting men—Colonel Freemantle of the British army surveyed them with pleasure and turned to Longstreet, by his side. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything in the world,” he said warmly. Longstreet.