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Anonymous Reminiscences of the Cleveland Light Artillery (1906)

At ten o’clock the train came in sight and as it drew up to the point of debarkation at the foot of Vineyard—now known as South Water—street a mighty volume of cheers went up from the assembled multitude—cheers for Colonel Barnett, cheers for the brave soldiers, and cheers for the cannon and mules that the boys had captured from the “seceshers.” As the men stepped from the cars they were clasped in the arms of loved ones, who wept tears of joy at the safe return of sons and brothers and husbands.
Source: Gutenberg

Anonymous Reminiscences of the Cleveland Light Artillery (1906)

This unforeseen misfortune served to call forth an endurance seldom exhibited, and I feel that the heroism of officers and men was as truly displayed in a march of fifteen miles in pitchy darkness, drenching rain, and over a mountainous country as in the irresistible attack and hot pursuit of the discomfited enemy. The last five miles of Colonel Dumont’s column was made in one hour and a quarter. Many men fainted and were left on the road. Others threw away their haversacks and provisions to keep up, rushing forward with a determination that showed what spirit animated the command.
Source: Gutenberg

Anonymous Reminiscences of the Cleveland Light Artillery (1906)

The whole street was thronged with men, women and children, with smiles of greeting upon their faces and shouts upon their lips. The windows and balconies were filled with ladies, who waved their handkerchiefs in kindly welcome and clapped their hands as the “brown soldiers come back from the borders” went tramping by. Company D, Captain P. W. Rice, carried a rebel flag captured at Philippi which was loudly cheered—not because it was an emblem of treason but because it was captured by Cleveland volunteers.
Source: Gutenberg

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