The Civil War: The Complete Text of the Bestselling Narrative History of the Civil War

The Civil War: The Complete Text of the Bestselling Narrative History of the Civil War

Geoffrey C. Ward, Ken Burns

Language: English

Pages: 204

ISBN: 0679755438

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The complete text of the bestselling narrative history of the Civil War--based on the celebrated PBS television series. This non-illustrated edition interweaves the author's narrative with the voices of the men and women who lived through that cataclysmic trail of our nationhood, from Abraham Lincoln to ordinary foot soldiers.

Includes essays by distinguished historians of the era.

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asleep at Winchester, twenty miles away. At first it seemed he had succeeded. The Union forces were driven from their camps. Sheridan mounted his great black horse, Rienzi, and galloped toward the battlefield through his disorganized, retreating men, waving his cap and urging them to turn back. They stopped, and began to chant his name. “Cheers seemed to come from throats of brass,” an officer said, “and caps were thrown to the tops of the scattering oaks.… No more doubt or chance for doubt

even armed with the precious paper, McClellan did nothing for sixteen crucial hours, convinced again that he was outnumbered by an army actually less than half the size of his. On September 15, Lee and the 18,000 Confederates with him took up positions along the crest of a three-mile ridge just east of the town of Sharpsburg, Maryland, the Potomac at their back. In front ran a little creek called Antietam. McClellan and his army of 95,000 soon began arriving across the creek. Major General

his commander. His object, again, was to get McClellan to follow Lee’s army. The general seemed to agree, as Lincoln remembered it: “I came back thinking he would move at once. But when I got home he began to argue why he ought not to move. I peremptorily ordered him to advance. It was nineteen days before he put a man over the river [and] nine days longer before he got his army across, and then he stopped again.” On October 8, the second Confederate invasion of the North that had begun that

matchless insolence, of infinite self-conceit, of unequalled oppression, of more than savage cruelty.” Garrison had a small but growing army of allies, white and black. Wendell Phillips was his closest lieutenant, a brilliant orator known to his admirers as the “Knight-Errant of Unfriended Truth” and so unswerving in his devotion to his cause that neither sugar nor cotton was permitted in his home because they were produced by slaves. Frederick Douglass, the son of a slave and a white man, had

methodical, dogged, and clearheaded under fire, never losing sight of his objective or what it would take to get there. “There is one striking thing about Grant’s orders,” a Union general said, “no matter how hurriedly he may write them on the field, no one ever has the slightest doubt as to their meaning.” His purpose now was characteristically simple: “To get possession of Lee’s army was the first object. With the capture of his army, Richmond would necessarily follow. It was better to fight

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