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Title: The world's story; a history of the world in story, song and art, ed. by Eva March Tappan
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Tappan, Eva March, 1854-1930 Ploetz, Karl Julius, 1819-1881 Tillinghast, William Hopkins, 1819-1881 Dresser, Horatio W. (Horatio Willis), b. 1866
Subjects: World history
Publisher: Boston and New York : Houghton Mifflin company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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hat shot could not be thrown to it from vessels on the river,while the city guns could easily sink any ship that attemptedto pass. For three months General Grant and GeneralSherman tried to get into a position to attack the town. Atlast they succeeded, and the siege of seven weeks began.Day and night the shells were falling. People dug caves intothe side of the hill to be safe from flying fragments. A ladywho lived in one of the caves wrote that even the mules inthe town seemed wild, and the dogs howled madly when-ever a shell exploded. By and by the cornbread and baconfailed, and mules, rats, and mice were eaten; but finally thebrave, suffering, starving people surrendered. The Confed-erate flag was hauled down, and the banner of the Union runup. The whole Union army witnessed the scene, but not acheer was given, says General Grant, so deeply were thecourage and endurance of the people respected. A few dayslater Port Hudson yielded; and the Mississippi was nowcontrolled by the Union.
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A DRUMMER-BOY AT GETTYSBURG (1863) BY HARRY M. KIEFFER Harry, Im getting tired of this thing. Its becomingmonotonous, this thing of being roused every morningat four, with orders to pack up and be ready to marchat a moments notice, and then lying around here allday in the sun. I dont believe we are going anywhere,anyhow. We had been encamped for six weeks, of which I needgive no special account, only saying that in thosesummer quarters, as they might be called, we wenton with our endless drilling, and were baked andbrowned, and thoroughly hardened to the life of a sol-dier in the field. The monotony of which Andy complained did not endthat day, nor the next. For six successive days we wereregularly roused at four oclock in the morning, withorders to pack up and be ready to move immediately!only to unpack as regularly about the middle of the after-noon. We could hear our batteries pounding away in thedirection of Fredericksburg, but we did not then knowthat we were being held well in h

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