The Confederate mail carrier; or, From Missouri to Arkansas through Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee. An unwritten leaf of the "Civil War". Being an account of the battles, marches and (14760316884)

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Title: The Confederate mail carrier; or, From Missouri to Arkansas through Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee. An unwritten leaf of the "Civil War". Being an account of the battles, marches and hardships of the First and Second brigades, Mo., C. S. A. Together with the thrilling adventures and narrow escapes of Captain Grimes and his fair accomplice, who carried the mail by "underground route" from the brigade to Missouri
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Bradley, James, 1835-
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Publisher: Mexico, Mo., James Bradley
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive



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eing willing to risk himself on his unwieldy craftwhen there was danger of gun-boats overtaking him, he drewto land and spent the day in the cane-brakes near the water-When night again came on, and a clear, starlight night it was,he mounted his log and pushed out into the broad waters. It was very easy to distinguish Gra nd Gulf from the broadexpanse of waters. Just below these are the high bluffs risingup from the very waters edge. Upon these hills had oncebeen the Confederate batteries of defense, but here, where afew weeks ago such a great land and navel battle had beenfought, all was now silent and still as the grave. At the upperbattery the works had been demolished and the old guiiM, tooheavy to be removed by land, lay dismantled; and what wascalled the lower battery was but a heap of ruins. Not a sen-tinel kept guard, nor a single soldier wandered through theonce strong ramparts of defense. Here captain Grimes pulledhis unsightly craft ashore. There was no enemy to meet him 128
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<f^#*?? zf^t, rf&frb CAPTAIN GRIMES RETURNS SAFE TO MEMPHIS. 129 nor friend to extend a hand of greeting. Walking among theseruins he was alone in the solitude, the stars only looked downupon him and smiled; not a sound save the low murmur of thewaters of the great river as they rolled on in their hurriedmarch to the gulf at the foot of these grand old hills. Hereand there he marked the grave of some fallen veteran—thelittle house where rest the brave, safe from the sound of war,sleeping in the solitude. These scenes brought to him strangereflections of the past, and solemn memories of the present.In the past he saw men, brave men, strong men, in the verybloom of life, battling for home and country, but now they aresleeping the last sleep. Doubtless many of them far fromhome, where no familiar feet ever tread, wbere no gentle handever wreathes a single bunch of flowers, no voice ever pro-nounces a God bless you, and no greetings are spoken. Amid♦these lone hills he wandered