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WHAT A BOY SAW IN THE ARMY 


A Story of Sight-Seeing and Adventure in the War for the Union

 

Author:  Jesse Bowman Young

 

Illustrations:  Illustrations throughout - 100 Original Drawings by Frank Beard


 

Publisher:    Hunt & Eaton, New York


 

Copyright Date: 1894

 

Assuming to be a First Edition




Content - About the Book

Classic Americana Historical Vintage Book -


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Stripling, in the  stormy days  of  '6i,  heard  the blast  of  a  bugle and the beat of drum – signals that the great war had opened.  The sounds made  his blood  tingle  and  stirred  his  soul  as  they  lured  him  to the  front.  He was  then  in  the  plastic  period  of  boyhood, and  the  things  which  he  saw  and  heard  and  felt  took hold  of  him,  biting  into  the  quick — like  the  acid  used  in  etching — and  impressing  upon  his  memory  indelible  pictures,  in  which terror  and  fun,  privation  and  frolic,  sorrow  and  joy,  heroism  and pathos,  vie  with  each  other  for  mastery.  These  pictures  have haunted  him  for  years,  until  at  last  he  has  transferred  them  to paper,  in  so  far  as  he  has  been  able,  in  the  effort  to  portray some  of  the  scenes,  experiences,  and  surroundings  amid  which the  boys  who  wore  the  blue  and  followed  the  starry  flag  lived, moved,  and  had  their  being,  "  for  three  years,  or  during  the  war." 


The  lad  was  barely  out  of  his  teens  when  the  struggle  ended, in  1865,  but  his  experience  in  camp,  on  the  march,  and  in  battle, is  ineffaceably  stamped  into  his  life  and  character.  He  was  trained in  war  times  to  love  the  Union  and  the  flag  ;  to  appreciate  the meaning  of  the  word  "  freedom  ;"  to  revere  the  principles  which, after  a  life-and-death  struggle,  became  triumphant  ;  to  glorify the  heroic  spirits  who  were  then  in  the  forefront  of  the  battle-- in  the  cabinet,  in  Congress,  in  the  field,  and  in  the  White  House; and   to    admire  and  emulate  the  martial   virtues   of   obedience. Courage,  patience,  alertness,  and  dashing  enterprise.  He  has many  blessings  to  be  grateful  for,  but  chief  among  them  he reckons  the  privilege  of  having  been  a  soldier  boy  in  the  armies of  the  Union. 


Frank  Beard,  the  artist  whose  remarkable  pictures  so  aptly illustrate  the  story,  was  himself  also  a  soldier  in  those  days. He  has  said,  in  regard  to  the  drawings,  that  "  he  just  reached back  into  the  knapsack  which  he  used  to  carry  and  brought  out of  it  these  sketches  of  men  and  things  as  he  saw  them  then  I "In  the  work  of  explicating  and  illuminating  the  graphic  phases of  this  story  Mr.  Beard  has  been  a  most  sympathetic  and  discerning artist.  Jesse  Bowman  Young. 


Office  of  the  Central  Christian  Advocate, 

St.  Louis,  Mo.,  February  1,  1894.



Sight-seeing  at  Fort  Donelson  on  Private  Account 

Up  the  Tennessee  River 

The  Boy  Learns  at  Shiloh  What  His  Legs  were  Made  For 

A  Change  of  Front 

The  Heights  of  Fredericksburg

The  Army  of  the  Potomac  in  Winter  Quarters 

Out  on  the  Picket  Line 

A  Contraband's  Wonderful  Dream

The  Thickets  of  Chancellorsville 

"Maryland,  My  Maryland!" 

Smelling  the  Battle  Afar  Off 

The  Struggle  for  Round  Top 

Gettysburg— The  Charge  on  Cemetery  Hill 

Gettysburg— The  Great  Victory 

Back  to  Old  Virginia 

Staff  Duty  in  Washington 


Chapter 1 begins ....

…. the  closing  month  of  1861  — that  far-away  time  of  tumult and  danger  which  has  already receded  into  myths  and  shadows— a  certain  boy,  still  in his  teens,  responded  to  the invitations  of  the  drumbeat and  the  bugle  note  which then  were  inviting  volunteers the  front.  His  name,  for  the irposes  of  this  record,  shall  be Jack  Sanderson  ;  but  it  must  be understood  that  he  was  a  real boy,  and  not  merely  a  character  in  a  story  manufactured  out  of somebody's  head  and  made  up  for  the  occasion.  This  boy  was actually  a  live  boy  in  the  days  of  '61  and  the  aftertime ;  he  went into  the  Union  army  and  saw  what  was  to  be  seen  there  ;  he  took part  in  some  of  its  campaigns,  and  shared  in  the  dangers  and excitements  and  terrors  of  some  important  battles,  and  came through  it  all  without  serious  harm,  and  is  now  a  man  with  children of  his  own,  who  love  to  hear  stories  about  the  war,  and often  beg  him  to  tell  them  of  life  in  the  army.  For  their  sake, and  also  to  give  pleasure  to  a  host  of  young  people  who  are interested  in  accounts  of  hardship,  exposure,  and  romantic  adventure, such  as  the  volunteers  realized  in  the  late  struggle,  this boy  has  permitted  me  to  write  down  some  of  the  experiences through  which  he  passed  while  he  was  a  soldier  for  the  Union. 


In  1860,  and  the  first  half  of  186 1,  when  the  storm  of  war  was brewing,  Jack  was  away  from  home  at  a  boarding  school.  He had  some  notion  of  going  to  college  after  he  had  finished  the preparatory  course  of  study  at  the  academy,  for  he  was  fonder of  books  and  school  than  of  anything  else.  He  was  a  thin,  pale, delicate-looking  fellow,  who  liked  to  read  an  interesting  tale  better than  play  townball ;  who  always  felt  afraid  of  getting  hit  when he  helped  to  storm  a  snow  fort,  and  who  did  not  care  for  violent romps,  outdoor  sports,  and  active  games.  Indeed,  he  was  so  disposed to  mope  over  his  book  and  become  absorbed  in  a  story that  very  often  he  had  to  be  chased  from  the  house  into  the  fresh air  before  he  could  be  forced  to  take  any  outdoor  exercise.  Of course  nobody  supposed  that  such  a  boy  ever  would  make  a soldier. 


There  were  but  few  martial  influences  or  heroic  surroundings, indeed,  in  this  lad's  neighborhood  to  develop  soldierly  inclinations. Once  in  a  long  while  the  people  came  from  the  back townships  to  the  place  where  the  militia,  with  their  plumes  and old-fashioned  accouterments,  went  through  the  movements  to training  day — a  great  occasion  in  the  young  lad's  lite,  llis  earliest   ……. 



The  sight  of  these  brave  men,  who had  actually  been  in  battle,  some  of  them  wounded  and  a  few  of them  very  ill,  crowded  upon  a  canal  boat  and  greeted  with cheers  and  enthusiasm  and  tears  by  the  people  on  the  banks………………..  torn  flag  waving  proudly  overhead — this  is  one  of  the  ……………. earliest  memories  of  childhood.  There  was  not  much  in  these things,  it  is  clear,  to  prompt  him  ever  to  become  a  soldier.  But there  dawned  an  hour  when  the  boy  became  a  man,  when, although  still  in  his  teens,  fragile  and  un muscular,  there  was roused  within  him  a  love  for  his  country,  a  spirit  of  devotion  to the  Stars  and  Stripes,  an  appreciation  of  the  meaning  of  the  words liberty  and  union,  such  as  belong  to  full-fledged  manhood.  How all  this  came  about  we  shall  see  in  due  course  of  this  story. 


One  day  at  the  school  there  was  a  serious  commotion. Among  the  students  were  some  boys  and  young  men  from  Maryland and  Virginia.  Carter  Burton,  the  recognized  leader  of  these Southern  students,  was  a  handsome,  graceful,  hot-headed  youth, who  had  been  brought  up  on  a  plantation,  with  slaves  to  wait  on him and plenty of money at command.  He used to sneer at the Abolitionists and berate the Northern people because some of them opposed slavey …….

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Book Condition


Color Boards:     Blue Nice decorated outer boards for the Age, small previous owner name of first plain end page upper corner, small, otherwise clean and tight, decorated speckled end pages and speckled page edges all three sides, see photos.


Corners / Outer Boards: Slight bumped corners, slight scuffing and rubbing, overall nice condition for the age of the book, see photos

 

Binding: Overall tight binding for the age

 

Pages: Overall appears to be clean good "collectible" condition.



 

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