Unit 3: Part 1 Vocabulary

In the code of military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference.

In the code of military etiquette silence and fixity are forms of deference.

No service was too humble for him to perform in aid of the South, no adventure too perilous for him to undertake if consistent with the character of a civilian who was at heart a soldier, and who in good faith and without too much qualification assented to at least a part of the frankly villainous dictum that all is fair in love and war.

The commandant has issued an order, which is posted everywhere, declaring that any civilian caught interfering with the railroad, its bridges, tunnels or trains will be summarily hanged.

He was not conscious of an effort, but a sharp pain in his wrist apprised him that he was trying to free his hands.

At the bottom of the steps she stands waiting, with a smile of ineffable joy, an attitude of matchless grace and dignity.

Three hours ago we were quietly packing to go home. The convention has adjourned.

Mr. Chesnut is finishing a report he had to make to the convention.

Now they have intercepted a letter from him, urging them to let him surrender.

If Anderson was obstinate—he was to order the forts on our side to open fire.

With a nervous tremor convulsing my system, and my heart thumping like muffled drumbeats, I stood before the door of the recruiting office, and before turning the knob to enter read and reread the advertisement for recruits posted thereon, until I knew all its peculiarities.

Though determined to enlist, I was half inclined to put it off awhile; I had a fluctuation of desires; I was fainthearted and brave; I wanted to enlist, and yet—Here I turned the knob, and was relieved....

Drilling looks easy to a spectator, but it isn’t.

Then came General Ewell’s order to assume the offensive and assail the crest of Culp’s Hill, on our right....

On swept the gallant little brigade, the Third North Carolina on the right of the line, next the Second Maryland, then the three Virginia regiments (10th, 23d, and 37th), with the First North Carolina on the extreme left.

Moreover, they fear vaguely that the weight of a finger upon him might send him headlong, precipitate the tragedy, hurl him at once into the dim, grey unknown.

The battery swept in curves that stirred the heart; it made halts as dramatic as the crash of a wave on the rocks, and when it fled onward this aggregation of wheels, levers, motors had a beautiful unity, as if it were a missile.

There was here a singular commotion. In the foreground two ambulances interlocked wheels in the deep mud.

When the wound was disclosed the doctor fingered it disdainfully. "Humph,” he said. “You come along with me and I’ll ’tend to you.” His voice contained the same scorn as if he were saying: "You will have to go to jail.”

“Let go of me,” said the lieutenant, holding back wrathfully, his glance fixed upon the door of the old schoolhouse, as sinister to him as the portals of death.

My mistress—who had begun to teach me—was suddenly checked in her benevolent design, by the strong advice of her husband.

On entering upon the career of a slaveholding mistress, Mrs. Auld was singularly deficient; nature, which fits nobody for such an office, had done less for her than any lady I had known.

Her fervent piety and watchful uprightness made it impossible to see her without thinking and feeling—“that woman is a Christian.”

She finally became even more violent in her opposition to my learning to read, than was her husband himself.

I have had her rush at me, with the utmost fury, and snatch from my hand such newspaper or book, with something of the wrath and consternation which a traitor might be supposed to feel on being discovered in a plot by some dangerous spy.

When I was about thirteen years old, and had succeeded in learning to read, every increase of knowledge, especially respecting the free states, added something to the almost intolerable burden of the thought—“I am a slave for life.”

When Israel was in Egypt land
Let my people go
Oppressed so hard they could not stand
Let my people go.

“Thus saith the Lord,” bold Moses said,
“Let my people go;
If not I’ll smite your first-born dead
Let my people go.”

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow—this ground.

I will not, however, permit myself to believe, until all ground of hope is gone, that the fruit of his noble deeds will be destroyed, and that his precious advice and virtuous example will so soon be forgotten by his countrymen.

As far as I can judge by the papers, we are between a state of anarchy and civil war.

As I ascended the platform of the car, the conductor pushed me, saying “Go back—get off here.”

The number of the car was noted, and conductor dismissed at once upon the report to the president, who advised his arrest for assault and battery as my shoulder was sprained by his effort to put me off.

A team of archaeologists and students started digging here in 2005 after archaeologist Lisa Kraus proposed the dig, on the basis of Douglass's descriptions of the site, to Mark Leone, director of the urban archaeology field school at the University of Maryland.

Before beginning the excavation, Leone approached St. Stephen's African Methodist Episcopal Church, the social and religious center of Unionville, to ask what the people of the community wanted to learn from the archaeology.

When you defend a position, you supply varied, convincing evidence that supports your point of view.