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“The Story <strong>of</strong> a Cavalry Regiment,” by Thomas West Smith, page 293.<br />

http://books.google.com/books?id=amgUAAAAYAAJ&pg=PP16&dq=%22remington,+s.+Pierre%22&lr=#<br />

This book covers the interesting exploits <strong>of</strong> “Scott’s 900” Cavalry, <strong>of</strong> which Col. Remington was an <strong>of</strong>ficer. There are several<br />

anecdotes concerning him in this book, the following <strong>of</strong> which is included for review:<br />

A VIRGINIA GIRL.<br />

Much has been said <strong>and</strong> written about deeds <strong>of</strong> heroism <strong>of</strong> the soldiers <strong>of</strong> the war, but, as I find little mention made <strong>of</strong> the brave<br />

women, I will tell you <strong>of</strong> an incident that happened in 1862. In June <strong>of</strong> that year, Company D, <strong>of</strong> which I then was 2d Lieutenant, was<br />

on duty near Leesburg, Va. I was sent to the village <strong>of</strong> Middleburg to capture some horses for the cavalry. A widow lady had a team<br />

<strong>of</strong> bays that was admired by the Yankee <strong>of</strong>ficers <strong>and</strong> I was detailed to get them. Maj. Remington was at that time captain <strong>of</strong> the<br />

company; he was, in appearance <strong>and</strong> action, a good deal like Gen. Custer; he was a fearless soldier, a fine horseman, <strong>and</strong> a. kind<br />

<strong>and</strong> gentlemanly companion, "with a heart in his breast as big as a pumpkin."<br />

I went to the home <strong>of</strong> the widow <strong>and</strong> found her <strong>and</strong> her daughter sitting on the wide front piazza. I raised my cap <strong>and</strong> told her that<br />

I had been sent to take her team <strong>of</strong> horses; that the government was greatly in need <strong>of</strong> cavalry horses, <strong>and</strong> that my orders were to<br />

bring them to the cavalry camp near Leesburg. While I was talking the young lady left her seat <strong>and</strong> went into the house; a minute or<br />

two later she returned, passed by me, <strong>and</strong> stationed herself in front <strong>of</strong> a gate between the house <strong>and</strong> the barnyard. I paid but little<br />

attention to her until after we had halters on the team, <strong>and</strong> had got as far as the gate, where the young lady stood, pointing a big<br />

revolver in my face. I was somewhat startled by her action, <strong>and</strong> tried to argue with her; but her large black eyes snapped like fire,<br />

<strong>and</strong> she said she would kill the first man that passed with the horses.<br />

Up to this time I had considered myself brave enough to perform any duty that I was ordered to do, however dangerous it might be;<br />

but here was some thing unexpected—a beautiful woman defending her home. I could not use force with her, <strong>and</strong> my arguments<br />

were in vain. Leaving the horses I said to the sergeant who was with me, "We will let Remington get these horses,'' <strong>and</strong> I left them<br />

<strong>and</strong> rode back to camp.<br />

I told Remington <strong>of</strong> my experience <strong>and</strong> why I did not get the team; he said I was chicken-hearted. I made a bet with him <strong>of</strong> a<br />

turkey <strong>and</strong> wine supper that he would fare no better than I did. Remington mounted his horse <strong>and</strong> we rode to the widow's farm. The<br />

young lady, who by this time had grown more beautiful to my eyes because <strong>of</strong> her bravery, stood at the outside gate <strong>and</strong> refused<br />

Remington admittance even to the house. The captain talked <strong>and</strong> argued with her <strong>and</strong> said he must <strong>and</strong> would take the horses, but<br />

she kept her revolver ready <strong>and</strong> said that no one could enter the gate. Remington rode over to me <strong>and</strong> said we never could get the<br />

horses unless we shot the girl. I told him I would not shoot her or any woman for all the horses in the Confederacy. He said, "Neither<br />

would I." We said good-by to the brave lady, <strong>and</strong> rode back to camp without the horses.<br />

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederic_Remington<br />

Frederic Sackrider Remington (October 4, 1861 - December 26, 1909) was an American painter,<br />

illustrator, sculptor, <strong>and</strong> writer who specialized in depictions <strong>of</strong> the Old American West, specifically<br />

concentrating on the last quarter <strong>of</strong> the 19th century American West <strong>and</strong> images <strong>of</strong> cowboys,<br />

American Indians, <strong>and</strong> the U.S. Cavalry.<br />

Remington was born in Canton, <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> in 1861 to Seth Pierre Remington (1830-1880) <strong>and</strong> Clara<br />

Bascomb Sackrider, whose paternal family owned hardware stores <strong>and</strong> emigrated from Alsace-<br />

Lorraine in the early 1700’s. Remington’s father was a colonel in the Civil War whose family arrived in<br />

the United States from Engl<strong>and</strong> in 1637. He was a newspaper editor <strong>and</strong> postmaster, <strong>and</strong> the family<br />

was active in local politics <strong>and</strong> staunchly Republican. One <strong>of</strong> Remington’s great gr<strong>and</strong>fathers,<br />

Samuel Bascom, was a saddle maker by trade, <strong>and</strong> the Remingtons were fine horsemen. Frederic<br />

Remington was related by family bloodlines to Indian portrait artist George Catlin <strong>and</strong> cowboy<br />

sculptor Earl W. Bascom.<br />

Colonel Remington was away at war during most <strong>of</strong> the first four years <strong>of</strong> his son’s life. After the war, he moved his family to<br />

Bloomington, Illinois for a brief time <strong>and</strong> was appointed editor <strong>of</strong> the Bloomington Republican, but the family returned to Canton in<br />

1867. Remington was the only child <strong>of</strong> the marriage, <strong>and</strong> received constant attention <strong>and</strong> approval. He was an active child, large<br />

<strong>and</strong> strong for his age, who loved to hunt, swim, ride, <strong>and</strong> go camping. He was a poor student, though, particularly in math, which<br />

did not bode well for his father’s ambitions for his son to attend West Point. He began to make drawings <strong>and</strong> sketches <strong>of</strong> soldiers<br />

<strong>and</strong> cowboys at an early age.<br />

The family moved to Ogdensburg, <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> when Remington was eleven <strong>and</strong> he attended Vermont Episcopal Institute, a churchrun<br />

military school, where his father hoped discipline would rein in his son’s lack <strong>of</strong> focus, <strong>and</strong> perhaps lead to a military career.<br />

Remington took his first drawing lessons at the Institute. He then transferred to another military school where his classmates found<br />

the young Remington to be a pleasant fellow, a bit careless <strong>and</strong> lazy, good-humored, <strong>and</strong> generous <strong>of</strong> spirit, but definitely not soldier<br />

material. He enjoyed making caricatures <strong>and</strong> silhouettes <strong>of</strong> his classmates. At sixteen, he wrote to his uncle <strong>of</strong> his modest<br />

ambitions, “I never intend to do any great amount <strong>of</strong> labor. I have but one short life <strong>and</strong> do not aspire to wealth or fame in a degree<br />

which could only be obtained by an extraordinary effort on my part”. He imagined a career for himself as a journalist, with art as a<br />

sideline.<br />

William Reese Remington, b 1839; St Lawrence County Clerk <strong>and</strong> Canton Post Master; brother <strong>of</strong> Col. Seth P. Remington.<br />

Leslie Wead Russell<br />

http://northcountry.bobsterner.com/Russell%20Family.htm<br />

RUSSELL, Leslie W., a Representative from <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong>; born in Canton, St. Lawrence County, N.Y., April 15, 1840; attended the<br />

common schools; studied law; was admitted to the bar in 1861 <strong>and</strong> commenced practice in Canton; delegate to the State<br />

constitutional convention <strong>of</strong> 1867; district attorney <strong>of</strong> St. Lawrence County in 1869; member <strong>of</strong> the board <strong>of</strong> regents <strong>of</strong> the University<br />

<strong>of</strong> the State <strong>of</strong> <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> 1878-1891; county judge <strong>of</strong> St. Lawrence County 1877-1881; attorney general <strong>of</strong> <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> 1881-1883;<br />

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