GEO. H. WARD POST, NO. 10, G. A. R. January 1886, January 1887, February 1888 and February 1889. WORCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS. 1889. INDEX. Advance the Colors. Vol. I, No. 1, page 4. An Incident. Vol. IV, page 28. Army Life on the Rio Grande, etc. Vol. I, No. 3, page 6. Army Recollections. Vol. III, page 6. Brieflets. Vol. I, No. 1, pages 4, 6, 8; No. 3, pages, 4, 7, 8; Vol. II, pages 14, 15, 16, 17, 21, 22, 23, 29, 31, 32; Vol. III, pages 3, 7, 8, 13, 29, 33, 40; Vol. IV, pages 27, 32. Bailey's Red River Dam. Vol. IV, page 28. Battle of Fredricksburg. Vol. I, No. 1, page 6. Banterings Changed to Compliments. Vol. III, page 8. "By Thunder." Vol. III, page 12. Last of Admiral Farragut. Vol. I, No. 3, page 5. Last Struggle. Vol. III, page 31. Letter to THE OLD GUARD. Vol. III, page 40. Leaf from the History of a Worcester County Regiment at Lugden's Calf. Vol. IV, page 32. My First Night as a Prisoner. Vol. I, No. 2, page 1. New Orleans in 1862. Vol. I, No. 3, page 9. Notes from the Diary of Captain J. B. Knox. Vol. III, page 24. Chapter of the Wilderness Campaign. Vol. I, No. 2, page 8. Outpost Duty at Camp Gully. Vol, II, page 7. Vol. IV, page 31. Contrast, A. On the Skirmish Line in '55 and '56. Vol. III, pages 3, 9, 19, 27. Rough March Vol. III, page 36. Vol. I, No. 3, page 7. Response in 1861. Vol. I, No. 3, page 11. Field, Prison and Escape. Vol. I, No. 1, page 1; No. 2, page 3; Reconnoissance. No. 3, page 2. Forlorn Hope. Vol. I, No. 3, page 1. Fox and the Goose. Vol. III, page 7. From Round Top to Richmond. Vol. IV, pages 1, 9, 17. Garrison Life. Vol. IV, page 21. Gettysburg. Vol. I, No. 1, page 1. Going to the Front. Vol. I, No. 1, page 5. How a Worcester County Boy knows that he Shot at least One Howard, General O. O. Vol. II, page 4. How the Guerrilla Morgan met his Fate. Vol. IV, page 15. Incident in Army Life. Vol. I, No. 3, page 8. Knight of the Nineteenth Century. Vol. I, No. 2, page 6. Vol. II, page 28. Sole Survivor. Vol. II, pages 1, 9, 17, 25. San Francisco. Vol. II, page 17. Sketch of the Life of Col. George Hull Ward. Vol. IV, page 24. Sherman, General. Vol. II, page 32. Six Years in the U. S. A. Vol. III, pages 1, 9. Some Rebel Letters. Vol. III, pages 5, 12. a Hospital Steward. Vol. III, page 15. Vol. III, page 35. Vol. IV, page 13. COMMITTEE OF PUBLICATION. A. B. R. SPRAGUE, ALFRED S. ROE, WM. H. BARTLETT. Chas. Hamilton, Printer, 311 Main St., Worcester, Mass. GETTYSBURG. BY E. C. L.. Here on this "Rocky Ridge of Gettysburg," But I do think, on many a quiet night, When the wan moon lights up the misty sky, These sleeping warriors rise, renew the fight, And wake the silence with their battle-cry. Again the bugle sounds its clarion note Again the impetuous charge in fierce array, Where lately peach-blooms scented all the air, The fatal charge of the advancing foe Is met with bravery equal to his own; And tossing standards wave defiantly, A fiercer struggle yet-the brave foe yields- But while these Pennsylvania hills remain, "Here ebbed the fortunes of Rebellion's tide." FIELD, PRISON AND ESCAPE. A THRILLING EXPERIENCE. BY A MEMBER OF POST 10, G. A. R. No. 1. On the 17th of Sept., 1861, at the age of nineteen, I enlisted in Co. E, First Mass. Cavalry, and served three years and three months. Leaving the State in 1861, we spent the time until August, 1862, on the "Sunny Isles of the Sea" in the vicinity of Port Royal harbor, South Carolina. The regiment then joined the Army of the Potomac, in the battles of which we engaged and whose fortunes and fate we shared, being identified with its history from the first Maryland campaign until the close of the war. Late in November, 1863, Gen. Meade with the Army of the Potomac crossed the Rapidan river and advanced as far as Mine Run. Finding the enemy strongly fortified, our army withdrew and no great battle was fought. At this time, Nov. 29, a part of our regiment was doing picket duty along the Orange plank road, near Parker's Store. Through the negligence of a picket, we were surprised by Gen. J. E. B. Stuart with a large cavalry force, and without the least warning they were at once in our midst. I was dozing by a small camp fire when I was suddenly aroused by a comrade vigorously shaking me and exclaiming: "Wake up, Charley! Wake up, Charley! They are right here! They are right here!" and the next sound that greeted my ears was-Ping! Ping! Zip! Zip! It seemed as if the thicket all around was full of whistling bullets. As we were under cover of wood we held the enemy at bay some moments, but soon they bore down upon us at a charge and we were swept along as by a storm. was run down on the plank road by a Confederate officer, who eagerly demanded my surrender; and, as he held his revolver within a foot of my face and had a large force at his back, there was no alternative. He called me a Yankee, with a prefix. prefix. I was obliged to dismount, and was marched away to a place where I found ten members of my company, and others, also prisoners. Next day we were. marched to Orange Court House, placed on cars and sent to Richmond. We went on to Belle Isle at 10 o'clock at night, Dec. 1st, 1863. The island is in the James river nearly opposite Richmond, a little farther up the stream. At that time the prison enclosure comprised about three or four acres, surrounded by a ditch six feet wide and two and one-half feet deep, the earth from the ditch having been thrown outside and formed into an embankment, just beyond which sentinels were stationed. Our condition during the winter was deplorable beyond description; we I |