Identifier: adventuresremini00ulme (find matches)
Title: Adventures and reminiscences of a volunteer, or A drummer boy from Maine
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Ulmer, George T
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives
Publisher: (Chicago?
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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under heavymusketry fire. I was bewildered and frightened. Idid not know which way to go. I ran this way andthat, trying to find my brother and regiment. Everyturn I made it seemed I encountered more bulletsand shells. Soldiers were shouting and running inevery direction, artillery was galloping here andthere, on every side it seemed they were fighting fordear life. On one side of me I saw horses and menfall and pile up on top of each other. Cannon andcaissons with broken wheels were turned upsidedown, riderless horses were scampering here andthere, officers were riding and running in all direc-tions, the shells were whizzing through the air, andsoldiers shouting at the top of their voices. Every-thing seemed upside down. I thought the world hadcome to an end. I tried to find shelter behind a tree,away from the bullets, but as soon as I found shelteron one side it seemed as though the bullets and shellscame from all sides, and I lay down in utter despair THE DRUMMER BOY FROM MAINE. 39
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Desperate Charge of Confederates to Capture a Union Battery. and fright. I dont know how long I was there, butwhen I awoke I thought the war was over, it was sostill. I thought every one had been killed on bothsides, excepting myself. I was just thinking I wouldtry and find a live horse, ride back to Washingtonand tell them that the war was over, everybody waskilled, when my brother tapped me on the shoulderand asked me where I had been. He had o-onethrough it all, escaped with the loss of one toe, andhad come to the rear to have it dressed and find me.The next morning I was sent with the StretcherCorps under a flag of truce to the battle field to help 40 THE DRUMMER BOY FROM MAINE. take the wounded to the rear and bury the dead, andwhen we reached the scene, how well could I imacrinewhat the awful struggle had been. The worst of thegreat conflict had occurred in an orchard, and therethe sight was most appalling; dead and dying heroeswere lying about as thick as a slumbering campwould

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