Personal reminiscences of James AScrymser, in times of peace and war . the right of the road as enabledhim to command the crossing. Capt. Woodings battery was conse-quently recalled and our batteries turned in the new direction. Thefire so opened on both sides was kept up until dark. We bivouackedthat night near the swamp. The Ulustration on the opposite page is a recent photographof a painting by Julian Scott, the boy artist of the Army of thePotomac. The painting, entitled The Rally of the VermontBrigade, is the property of the Union League Club of New Yorkand was photographed by their kind
Personal reminiscences of James AScrymser, in times of peace and war . the right of the road as enabledhim to command the crossing. Capt. Woodings battery was conse-quently recalled and our batteries turned in the new direction. Thefire so opened on both sides was kept up until dark. We bivouackedthat night near the swamp. The Ulustration on the opposite page is a recent photographof a painting by Julian Scott, the boy artist of the Army of thePotomac. The painting, entitled The Rally of the VermontBrigade, is the property of the Union League Club of New Yorkand was photographed by their kind permission. It is said thatno man sees himself as others see him, but as the artist assured methat the mounted figure on the left was none other than myself, Iassume that I must bow to his portrayal. Forty-seven years have elapsed since Julian Scott finished thepicture, and pictures, like individuals, fade with the lapse of dramatic scene, despite its seeming imperfections, is pub- 32 5 Ba p 2 e ? a. ?f§ S i-i P- > s g ^«E. < o g g. O r 2 » aB w. lished because Scott himself assured me that it was intended as aportrayal of the Rally of the Vermont Brigade, which I have en-deavored to describe. My object in telling the story is to give credit to the gallantGreen Mountain boys. I do not, of course, claim that StonewallJacksons command was checked solely through my iastrumen-tality. The incident, however, reminds me of a story which Iheard in my boyhood regarding the evacuation of the City of NewYork by the British forces, and their fleet, in the Revolution. ANew Jersey farmer living at Fort Lee, on the banks of the Hudson,hearing that the British were leaving, mounted his horse and gal-loped to Bergen Point, from whence he saw the last British shippassing out of the Narrows. Turning to a bystander he exclaimed:I do not claim that the British were leaving because I was coming,but it looks very much like it. 33 The Ending of the Battle of Antietam IN one of his Ci
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