The Eighty-Sixth Regiment, Indiana Volunteer Infantry; A Narrative of Its Services in the Civil War of 1861-1865

The Eighty-Sixth Regiment, Indiana Volunteer Infantry; A Narrative of Its Services in the Civil War of 1861-1865

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...was silent as a city of the dead. The flicker of the camp-fires alone redeemed it from the gloom of night. But alas for weary mortality. Some picket firing occurred and the regiment was ordered into line of battle, and stood there in the cold for two long hours. Tired, sleepy, and half frozen those two hours seemed an eternity. There being no other indications of an attack the men were at length permitted to break ranks and lie down. This was Christmas for the Eighty-sixth. ' Never will it be forgotten by the members of the Eighty sixth so long as life and memory shall last. After being permitted to retire to rest the men slept undisturbed for some time when one of the tents of Company H caught fire. This aroused the inmates who at once raised an alarm which awakened others of the company and regiment. The spirit of Christmas, of fun and frolic, took hold of all for a short time, and the camp of the Eighty-sixth became a perfect bedlam beyond all description. Cat-calls. yells and camp slang-made it an uproarious time for the space of fifteen or twenty minutes when nature again asserted herself and all returned to bed to secure the much needed rest. The men were again out of rations and drew for breadstuff on the 26th a miserable lot of flour. It was alive with worms, and it is quite safe to say that the picking of worms out of that flour was the business of at least one man in each mess of the entire regiment until all were tired. The flour proved to be not only wormy but sick and was an abomition to any half civilized stomach. The filthy pools of stagnant, green-scummed and rank water of Kentucky, in which decaying mules festered and rotted in the sunshine, were not more trying to the stomach than this despicable, ...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 12mm | 399g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236959477
  • 9781236959478