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9th Vermont Infantry

Harper's Ferry

Memories of the Ninth Vermont at the
Tragedy of Harper's Ferry, Sept. 15, 1862.


us under the terms of the surrender?" "Yes," replied Jackson. "Then, by God, sir," said Quimby, "I want your to drive those damned lousy thieves of yours out of my camp, and strop them from robbing my men." We were terror-stricken at this audacity, and looked for a scene, but Jackson said quietly, "This is all wrong, Lieutenant, and I will see it stopped," and turning to one of his aides he sent him to order the men away, but not until much damage had been done. Jackson was willing we should be plundered to clothe his ragged soldiers if we were willing. My first lieutenant, Sam Kelley, was made to give up his sword to one of A. P. Hill's staff, in unblushing violation of the terms, and the officer strapped his own upon his saddle. My company B boys, trailing him until he left his horse with his orderly, stole up behind and secured the reb's sabre, which proved much the finer one. Lieutenant-Colonel Andrus, of our regiment, had a beautiful Morgan horse which the citizens of his town had presented to him. He was very proud of, and very tenderly attached to him. A rebel officer made him change horses. Andrus, a big-bearded and powerful man, sorrowfully bestrode the tottering old white crow-bait, and came back to the regiment viciously venting his outraged feelings on the wretched beast, spurring him and crying out, "Get along! Get along! You damned old Southern Confederacy." Jackson afterward restored his horse. A group of officers with dejected faces attracted the sympathy of a Rebel chaplain, who joined them, and tried to pour a little spiritual balm upon them by saying, "You must be reconciled; God's will must be done." "Yes, Parson," said Andrus, with prophetic intensity, "you'll find that God's will will be changed respecting you people within twenty-four hours." And the Rebel losses at Antietam proved him not a bad prophet. Lieutenant-Colonel George S. Batcheller, of the 115th New York, whose death we have so recently been called to mourn, also had a favorite horse mysteriously disappear and never got any news of it, until thirty years after, being then United States Minster to Portugal, at a banquet in Paris, his attention was

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