Thursday, November 20, 2014

Reminiscences Of Sir Charles Alexander Cameron

Sir Charles Alexander Cameron of Dublin described "A Link Between Me And The Battle Of Culloden...":


My ancestors were adherents of the Royal Family of Stuart; and although my father fought for King George III, and received eight wounds in his service (a French bullet and an American bullet accompanying him to his grave).....

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Ide's Horse From The Mexican War

Source - The Mexican War (Not Ide's Horse)

A biographical sketch of the life of William B. Ide:

 When Father came home from the War late in November, 1846, William came with him. He had earned two good horses, and Father rode home on one of them, leaving his own faithful horse, which he brought with him from Illinois, in a pasture to recruit a U. S. officer had rode him, and, for want of proper care, had made his back so sore that Father could not bear to put a saddle on him. Through this means he lost this valuable animal, for, while thus necessarily recruiting in the pasture, he was stolen, and never recovered. On loaning the use of this horse to ' Uncle Samuel,' the ' U. S. brand was put on the top of Father's  "W. I.", and afterwards the horse was claimed as U. S. property; but Father proved it to be his.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Rolled It Westward

From The Shawnee prisoner: a borderer's story, by Clara Florida Guernsey:

"The surrender of Cornwallis and the subsequent treaty of peace, so far from dispelling the cloud of war, only rolled it westward."

Monday, November 10, 2014

Enoch Crosby Alias Harvey Birch

The Spy Unmasked, or Memoirs of Enoch Crosby, alias Harvey Birch (Google version), "the hero of Mr. Cooper's take of the Neutral Ground..." was dedicated to James Fenimore Cooper.

"Enoch Crosby was a native of Harwich, Barnstable, Massachusetts, on 4 January 1750.  As a child he moved to Dutchess County (later Putnam), New York, and grew up in a family of 'staunch Whigs.'"


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Red Wine Of Youth

Red wine of youth: a life of Rupert Brooke, by Arthur Stringer.

"Rupert Brooke was one of those rare poets who looked the part. With his vivid coloring and his almost womanly smoothness of skin, with his mop of fair hair, with a golden tint, crowning an almost godlike beauty of face, with his English blue eyes that could glow with unanglican ardencies and with his casually responsive and carelessly radiant spirit, he invariably cast a spell over those who came in contact with him."