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Imperfect union : a father's search for his son in the aftermath of the Battle of Gettysburg /
"On the first day of the Battle of Gettysburg in July 1863, Union artillery lieutenant Bayard Wilkeson fell while bravely spurring his men to action. His father, Sam, a New York Times correspondent, was already on his way to Gettysburg when he learned of his son's wounding but had to wait...
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Lanham, Maryland :
Stackpole Books,
[2016]
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Table of Contents:
- Introduction: the probable truth
- Angels above him
- A deathlike stillness
- A nettlesome pain
- You should have seen him
- Jove! What a dish!
- To conscientiously and manfully perform the duties of a journalist
- A self-made man who worships his creator
- If I have watermelons and whiskey ready
- A fanatical, impertinent, revolutionary fellow
- Now General Sherman, tell us your troubles
- A changed man was he
- The yeast which overflows in many columns
- I am 17 years and six months of age
- He was pure in thought and word
- True, steadfast and gentle
- They string you up to a tree damned quick
- A country redeemed, saved, baptized
- In search of captains and children
- The most persistent news hunter in Washington
- An unusually gauzy mystery of enchantment
- Mr. Wilkeson has been constantly attacking the administration
- Howard's Cowards
- They are just like our people
- The sun shining on a piece of hot iron
- Pandemonium!
- Hard times at Gettysburg
- The war devil is in him
- The most fortunate hazard of the day
- I have spiked the gun for them
- A terrible but incredibly fascinating scene
- The marvel is that any of them escaped
- The ground shook
- There was neither vanity or bravado
- Whether living now or dead he could not tell
- Death was in every one of them
- Pursuing his duty with a heavy heart
- A butcher's pen
- Hateful ravages
- They came by the thousands
- How beautiful he looked at her out of his eyes
- I would rather hear he was dead than that he had disgraced himself
- Who can write the history?
- The blood of a brave son printing upon his tortured heart
- More than his proportionate part
- You will almost want to kill him
- Bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh
- He stood at my side
- I know what I saw distinctly with my own eyes
- He would have rather died that way than any other
- Sorrowful joy and profound gratitude.