Southern Soldier Stories

by George Cary Eggleston

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ISBN-13:	9789395675307
Publisher:	Vij Books India
Publication date:	12/15/2022
Pages:	150
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.35(d)

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AN UNFINISHED FIGHT JACK SWAN was the best swordsman in the regiment probably the best in the army. Jack was a Marylander, who came south singing " My Maryland," and heartily believing in the assertion of that song that " She breathes, she burns, she'll come, she'll come, Maryland, my Maryland!" Like most men from border states he represented a house divided against itself. In his case the division was peculiarly distressing. He was an enthusiastic Southerner. His twin brother was an equally enthusiastic Union man. The one was in the one army as a matter of conscience, and the other in the other for precisely the same reason. It was always a grief to Jack that this separation had come between him and the curly-headed twin brother, with whom he had slept in infancy, and who had been his comrade until that terrible fratricidal war had parted them. He used to talk with us about it around the camp-fire, and was especially sad over it when any of us managed to get off for a day or a week to visit our homes. His home was beyond the lines; and in all that country for which he was fighting there was no human being whom he could call kin. He had this comfort, however, that his brother and he were never likely to meet in the conflict of arms. For to avoid that the brother had betaken himself to the West and was serving in Mississippi. But there was always the terrible chance that in the shifting of troops they two might some day, unknown to each other, be fighting on opposite sides of the same field. That, in fact, is what happened at Brandy Station, and it happened more dramatically than either of the brothers had anticipated. The conflict at Brandy Station was perhaps the greatest cavalryfight of the war. It was the one contest in which large bodies of armed and t...