[cowboyway]

I have this print:

Sound the Charge by Dale Gallon
Nathan Bedford Forrest at the death of his younger brother, Col. Jeffrey Forrest, at Okolona, MS, making a decision to charge the enemy position with his personal escort.

Those who saw him when his brother Jeffrey fell, who was born after the death of his father, and who was educated and almost idolized by his brother, say that the blaze of his face and the glare of his eyes were fearful to behold, and that he rushed like a madman on the foe, dealing out death with pistol and sword to all around him -- like Hector fighting over the body of Patroclus:
"Yet, fearless in his strength, now rushing on
He dashed amid the fray; now shouting loud,
Stood firm; but backward not a step retired."

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his eyes, usually so mild in their expression, blazed with the intense glare of a panther's about to spring on his prey. In fact, he looks as little like the Forrest of our mess table as the storm of December resembles the quiet of June."

Just love that part.

Thank you for the link. Looks to be a promising source for good prints for my shop and home.

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I really like this one of The General


"Devil at Fallen Timbers" by Dan Nance

Col. Nathan Bedford Forrest finds himself surrounded by the enemy the day after Shiloh. Living up to his reputation as being "That Devil Forrest", he fights his way out to become a living legend.

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This one is good also . . .



"Guns of the West"
Generals Forrest, Cleburne, and Granbury
Spring Hill, Tennessee, November 29, 1864
by John Paul Strain

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Gotta go. . . work is calling. Thanks for all the great art!

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A few thoughts from the article Cowboyway referenced in Post #30;

"Forrest And His Campaigns" from an address by General J.R. Charlmers in 1879

Lieutenant General Nathan Bedford Forrest, if not the greatest military genius, was certainly the greatest revolutionary leader on our side. He was restrained by no knowledge of law or constitution. He was embarrassed by no preconceived ideas of military science. Without the slightest knowledge of them, he seemed by instinct to adopt the tactics of the great masters of the military art, if there be any such art.

In coming years, when the bitterness of strife has passed away, when that mystic harp, whose chords connect the graves of the dead with the hearts of the living, shall vibrate the music of a restored Union, and some blind old bard shall sing the praises of American heroes, while eager children listen to their deeds of valor, the story of none will awaken loftier feelings of emulation than -- Forrest -- the wizard of the saddle.

Yet this ignorant shallow generation would deny his name on a license plate, that in all probability will be made by Parchman Penitentiary inmates, located much too close to the sites of his heroic deeds and his home.