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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins

Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins

Cooke, John Esten

Paperback

Classic FictionGeneral FictionHistorical Fiction

ISBN10: 152395390X
ISBN13: 9781523953905
Publisher: Createspace
Published: May 19 2016
Pages: 202
Weight: 1.06
Height: 0.43 Width: 8.50 Depth: 11.02
Language: English
On the wall over the mantel-piece, here in my quiet study at Eagle's-Nest, are two crossed swords. One is a battered old sabre worn at Gettysburg, and Appomattox; the other, a Federal officer's dress sword captured in 1863. It was a mere fancy to place them there, as it was a whim to hang upon that nail yonder, the uniform coat with its stars and braid, which Stuart wore on his famous ride around McClellan in 1862. Under the swords hang portraits of Lee, Jackson, and Stuart. Jackson wears his old coat, and his brow is raised as though he were looking out from beneath his yellow old cadet cap. Stuart is seated, grasping his sabre, with his plumed hat resting on his knee. His huge beard flows on his breast, his eyes are clear and penetrating, and beneath the picture I have placed a slip cut from one of his letters to me, and containing the words, Yours to count on, J.E.B. Stuart. Lastly, the gray commander-in-chief looks with a grave smile over his shoulder, the eyes fixed upon that excellent engraving of the Good Old Rebel, a private of the Army of Northern Virginia, seated on a log, after the war, and reflecting with knit brows on the past and the present.

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