Random Sketches and Wandering Thoughts: Or, What I Saw in Camp, on the March, the Bivouac, the Battle Field and Hospital, While with the Army in Virginia, North and South Carolina, During the Late Rebellion. With a Historical Sketch of the Second Oswego Regiment, Eighty-first New York State V. I.; a Record of All Its Officers, and Roster of Its Enlisted Men; Also, an Appendix

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A. Herrick, 1866 - 324 pages
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I found this book to be an easy and fascinating read, especially since Captain W.W. Ballard was my great-great grandfather and was spoken of so highly and respectfully. There are little details throughout the book that make you feel like you are there with these soldiers experiencing the happy moments and major hardships of their lives during the Civil War. If you are a history buff, if you have ancestors who served in this regiment, if you are from the Central/Upstate New York area, or want to know what life was like during the Civil War, then I think you will enjoy this book. 

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Page 53 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 57 - Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore j upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan — Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoflined, and unknown.
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Page 102 - For right is right, since God is God ; And right the day must win ; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin ! FREDERIC WILLIAM FABER.
Page 189 - The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses...
Page 7 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Page 185 - A river of light on the welkin blue. The moon looks down on old Cronest ; She mellows the shades on his shaggy breast, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below...
Page 151 - On fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Page 183 - Nathan Palmer, a lieutenant in your King's service, was taken in my camp as a Spy — he was tried as a Spy — he was condemned as a Spy — and you may rest assured, Sir, he shall be hanged as a Spy." " I have the honour to be, &c. "ISRAEL PUTNAM. rt His Excellency Governor TRYON.

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