The Memoirs of General Philip H. Sheridan, Volume I., Part 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about The Memoirs of General Philip H. Sheridan, Volume I., Part 1.

The Memoirs of General Philip H. Sheridan, Volume I., Part 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 105 pages of information about The Memoirs of General Philip H. Sheridan, Volume I., Part 1.
to increase our anxiety.  Then, too, the accounts of the conflicts that had taken place were greatly exaggerated by the Eastern papers, and lost nothing in transition.  The news came by the pony express across the Plains to San Francisco, where it was still further magnified in republishing, and gained somewhat in Southern bias.  I remember well that when the first reports reached us of, the battle of Bull Run—­that sanguinary engagement—­it was stated that each side had lost forty thousand men in killed and wounded, and none were reported missing nor as having run away.  Week by week these losses grew less, until they finally shrunk into the hundreds, but the vivid descriptions of the gory conflict were not toned down during the whole summer.

We received our mail at Yamhill only once a week, and then had to bring it from Portland, Oregon, by express.  On the day of the week that our courier, or messenger, was expected back from Portland, I would go out early in the morning to a commanding point above the post, from which I could see a long distance down the road as it ran through the valley of the Yamhill, and there I would watch with anxiety for his coming, longing for good news; for, isolated as I had been through years spent in the wilderness, my patriotism was untainted by politics, nor had it been disturbed by any discussion of the questions out of which the war grew, and I hoped for the success of the Government above all other considerations.  I believe I was also uninfluenced by any thoughts of the promotion that might result to me from the conflict, but, out of a sincere desire to contribute as much as I could to the preservation of the Union, I earnestly wished to be at the seat of war, and feared it might end before I could get East.  In no sense did I anticipate what was to happen to me afterward, nor that I was to gain any distinction from it.  I was ready to do my duty to the best of my ability wherever I might be called, and I was young, healthy, insensible to fatigue, and desired opportunity, but high rank was so distant in our service that not a dream of its attainment had flitted through my brain.

During the period running from January to September, 1861, in consequence of resignations and the addition of some new regiments to the regular army, I had passed through the grade of first lieutenant and reached that of captain in the Thirteenth United States Infantry, of which General W. T. Sherman had recently been made the colonel.  When relieved from further duty at Yamhill by Captain Owen, I left for the Atlantic coast to join my new regiment.  A two days’ ride brought me down to Portland, whence I sailed to San Franciso, and at that city took passage by steamer for New York via the Isthmus of Panama, in company with a number of officers who were coming East under circumstances like my own.

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