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  • Thomas Clemens
    Dean, It sounds like you re doing good work, and I hope you ll share it with us when you re finished. BTW, the information i cited was from p.11 of the manual
    Message 1 of 57 , Jan 27, 2008
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      It sounds like you're doing good work, and I hope you'll share it with us when you're finished. BTW, the information i cited was from p.11 of the manual cited, authored by French, Barry & hunt. Let me know if you need publisher, etc.

      Thomas G. Clemens D.A.
      Professor of History
      Hagerstown Community College

      >>> "dean_essig" <dean_essig@...> 01/27/08 4:40 PM >>>
      --- In TalkAntietam@yahoogroups.com, "Thomas Clemens" <clemenst@...> wrote:
      > Dean,
      > The Instructions for Field Artillery manual, updated in 1864 to include the rifled guns,
      says this about the 4 chests of ammunition accompanying 20 pdr. Parrott rifles:
      > "The 10 pdr. Parrott and 3 inch rifle each carry 50 rounds per chest. The 20 pouinder
      Parott carrys 25. The proper assortment of ammunition and the method of packing for
      rifled guns, being still on experiment, is as yet still be determined."
      > That would only allow 100 rounds per gun, not very much. Because the boxes were
      uniform size the bigger the projectile the less rounds per box. What I don't get is how
      they could get 32 rounds 4.62" for a Napoleon in a box, but only 25 20 pdrs. 3.67"
      Unless it was because the powder bag was detached for rifles, attached to the sabot for
      > By the way, we talked a while ago about 20 pdr. Parrotts and mentioned McGilvary and
      Robinson's 4th & 6th ME battieries. Johnson and Anderson in Antietam Artillery hell
      conclude that they did NOT have 20 pdr Parrotts but other eapons. The mistake lies with
      the Hanson report in the NPS.

      Thank you so much, Dr. Clemens!

      Right now I have the following:

      E, 2 US (Benjamin): 4x 20pdr Rifle
      KY Lt Artillery (Simmonds): 2x 20pdr Rifle
      A, 1 Bn NY Lt (Wever): 4x 20pdr Rifle
      B, 1 Bn NY Lt (Kleiser): 4x 20pdr Rifle
      C, 1 Bn NY Lt (Langner): 4x 20pdr Rifle
      5 NY Lt (Taft): 4x 20pdr Rifle

      (D, 1 NY Lt with heavy howitzers, Robinson with 6 rifles (not sure if they are 10pdr or 3
      inch) and McGilvery with 4 Napoleons).

      Interestingly, 25 per box, 4 per gun, gives 2,200 total rounds making the emergency
      shipment probably the standard issue of the ammunition to cover the basic load of the
      army plus a 300 round reserve. Which makes sense.
    • G E Mayers
      Dear Paula, Blame it on Yahell............... Yr. Obt. Svt. G E Gerry Mayers To Be A Virginian, either by birth, marriage, adoption, or even on one s
      Message 57 of 57 , Feb 5, 2008
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        Dear Paula,

        Blame it on Yahell...............

        Yr. Obt. Svt.
        G E "Gerry" Mayers

        To Be A Virginian, either by birth, marriage, adoption, or even
        on one's mother's side, is an introduction to any state in the
        Union, a passport to any foreign country, and a benediction from
        the Almighty God. --Anonymous
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        From: <128thpa@...>
        To: <TalkAntietam@yahoogroups.com>
        Sent: Tuesday, February 05, 2008 4:07 PM
        Subject: Re: [TalkAntietam] Barbara Frietchie - Is it real or a
        nice story?

        Ok, where was this?? I mailed this out DAYS

        Just so you guys don't think I am losing this - if you recall
        when this posted originally, I stated it was a duplicate. So
        this is the original - so where has it been?

        That is a rhetorical question BTW.


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        From: 128thpa@...

        > This topic comes up from time to time on various lists that I
        > belong to. I
        > think part of the myth has been fueled by this poem by
        > Whittier(and of course I
        > am going to post it here to add even more fuel to the fire! )
        > Paula
        > Barbara Frietchie
        > John Greenleaf Whittier
        > UP from the meadows rich with corn,
        > Clear in the cool September morn,
        > The clustered spires of Frederick stand
        > Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
        > Round about them orchards sweep,
        > Apple and peach tree fruited deep,
        > Fair as the garden of the Lord
        > To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
        > On that pleasant morn of the early fall
        > When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,—
        > Over the mountains winding down,
        > Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
        > Forty flags with their silver stars,
        > Forty flags with their crimson bars,
        > Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
        > Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
        > Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
        > Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
        > Bravest of all in Frederick town,
        > She took up the flag the men hauled down;
        > In her attic window the staff she set,
        > To show that one heart was loyal yet.
        > Up the street came the rebel tread,
        > Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
        > Under his slouched hat left and right
        > He glanced; the old flag met his sight.
        > “Halt!”—the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
        > “Fire!”—out blazed the rifle-blast.
        > It shivered the window, pane and sash;
        > It rent the banner with seam and gash.
        > Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
        > Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.
        > She leaned far out on the window-sill,
        > And shook it forth with a royal will.
        > “Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
        > But spare your country’s flag,” she said.
        > A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
        > Over the face of the leader came;
        > The nobler nature within him stirred
        > To life at that woman’s deed and word;
        > “Who touches a hair of yon gray head
        > Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.
        > All day long through Frederick street
        > Sounded the tread of marching feet:
        > All day long that free flag tost
        > Over the heads of the rebel host.
        > Ever its torn folds rose and fell
        > On the loyal winds that loved it well;
        > And through the hill-gaps sunset light
        > Shone over it with a warm good-night.
        > Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,
        > And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
        > Honor to her! and let a tear
        > Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.
        > Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave,
        > Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
        > Peace and order and beauty draw
        > Round thy symbol of light and law;
        > And ever the stars above look down
        > On thy stars below in Frederick town!
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