Turning to him like a flash, Gen. Kearny said—“If you do not want to go, stay here.”
Kearny, who has seen Magenta and Solferino, meets his fate at Chantilly.
General Kearny might have been saved but for his reckless bravery.
Kearny's division was sent to support Hooker, but too late, and it also was repelled.
She recognized the figure which alighted from the mud-bespattered vehicle before Mrs. Kearny's door.
Hooker's and Kearny's divisions had been in nearly all the battles of the Peninsula.
General Kearny, seeing the move and other troops marching towards it, ordered his troops out and in retreat through the swamp.
Shaw passed on to the camp, while I remained to call upon Colonel Kearny.
The gossips felt sure that the fruit of Mrs. Kearny's genius was being borne away for the approval of the New York publishers.
Then Kearny leaped to his feet and wrung my hand with the strength of a roustabout.