Tuesday, July 4, 2023

War Diary of Luman Harris Tenney.

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4th. All aroused by the booming of cannon, Law’s Battery. We understood it. 12th R. I. got out under arms. At 4 A. M. marched to town and got breakfast preparatory to a fight. Returned to camp. Went to the 12th and drew 3 days’ rations; returned some to 1st Ky. Train came in–our boys. [...]

War Diary of Luman Harris Tenney.

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July 4th. This is the eighty-seventh anniversary of our national independence—a day dear to every true American heart on account of the event it commemorates; but since no salute has been fired by us in honor of the day, and Jack looks rather crest-fallen in the phiz on that account, still we have far more [...]

Cruise of the U.S. Flag-Ship Hartford -Wm. C. Holton

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1860s newsprint

July 4th, Daily Citizen (Vicksburg, Mississippi)             Two days bring about great changes.  The banner of the Union floats over Vicksburg.  Gen. Grant has “caught the rabbit;” He has dined in Vicksburg, and he did bring his dinner with him.  The “Citizen” lives to see it.  For the last time it appears on “Wall-paper.”  No [...]

News of the Day

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From the diary of Osborn H. Oldroyd             THE FOURTH OF JULY! The siege is at last ended. Behold the white flag now waving over the rebel ramparts. Vicksburg has at length surrendered. Speed the glad news to our loved ones at the North, who, during our long trial, have helped us with their prayers. [...]

A Soldier’s Story of the Siege of Vicksburg

Vicksburgh, surrendered…

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July SATURDAY 4, 1863 Vicksburgh, surrendered this morning1 and an exulting foe, madened by success, imagines the Rebellion crushed—poor deluded fools—tis just begun. Tis God’s will you should prosper, and devastate our lovely land so far, and it may be even more than this, yet our faith is perfect. God will bless us. No matter [...]

Diaries and Letters of Belle Edmondson

Gibralter Falls.

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July 4th, 1863.—It is evening. All is still. Silence and night are once more united. I can sit at the table in the parlor and write. Two candles are lighted. I would like a dozen. We have had wheat supper and wheat bread once more. H. is leaning back in the rocking-chair; he says: “G., [...]

War Diary of a Union Woman in the South