The Florida Exiles and the War for Slavery: Or, the Crimes Committed by Our Government Against the Maroons, Who Fled From South Carolina and Other Slave States, Seeking Protection Under Spanish Laws. E-book. Formato PDF Joshua R. Giddings   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

Discarding that code of morals which teaches the suppression of truth, for the purpose of upholding the honor, either of the Government, or of the individuals who wield its administration, the Author of the following work has endeavored to give a faithful record of those interesting events which appear directly connected with the Exiles of Florida.Torn from their native land, their friends and homes, they were sold in the markets of Carolina and Georgia. Feeling the hand of oppression bearing heavily upon them, they fled to Florida, and, under Spanish laws, became free. Holding lands of the Spanish Crown, they became citizens of that Territory, entitled to protection. To regain possession of their truant bondmen, Georgia made war upon Florida, but failed to obtain her object.At a time of profound peace, our army, acting under the direction of the Executive, invaded Florida, murdered many of these free men, and brought others to the United States and consigned them to slavery. An expensive and bloody war followed; but failing to capture more of the Exiles, our army was withdrawn.

Instructions in Military Signaling: For the Use of the Regular and Volunteer Army, and the Organized Militia of the United States. E-book. Formato PDF Howard A. Giddings   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

The instructions in military photography are large ly taken from the Manual of Photography, by First Lieutenant Samuel Reber, Signal Corps, U. S. Army. The chapter on the use of the bicycle and transporta tionof apparatus is based on the results of five years'

The Giddings Family: Or the Descendants of George Giddings, Who Came Form St. Albans, England, to Ipswich, Mass;, In 1635. E-book. Formato PDF Minot S. Giddings   -  Forgotten Books, 2017  - 

"The golden sun,The planets, all the infinite host of heavenAre shining on the sad abodes of deathThrough the still lapse of ages. All that treadThe globe are but a handful to the tribesThat slumber in its bosom.So shall thou rest, - and what if thou shall fallUnnoticed by the living, and no friendTake note of thy departure? All that breatheWill share thy destiny.So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan that movesTo the pale realms of shade, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy graveLike one who wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."