Confederate Magazine 1897 Volume 5

INDEX

Confederate Veteran

PUBLISHED MONTHLY IN THE INTEREST OF
CONFEDERATE VETERANS AND KINDRED TOPICS.

VOLUME V.

S. A. CUNNINGHAM, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.

Nashville, Tenn.
1897- INDEX— VOLUME V.

Adams, Jotm, al franklin 295

Adams. Richard 524

Alabama Women Early After the War GIT

Ambrotype from Malvern Hill f

American Valor at Chickamauga 9S

An Alabama Mother 523

Anthony and Cleopatra S

\rra smith, .losiah 33

Ash’by, Turner 151, 613

Attention Forrest’s Cavalry 535

Attention Twenty-Fourth Georgia Regiment 30G

iiallard, B. F

Bass, S D., HI Last Scout 304

Battle ai in’ Clouds 104

Battles Anmnd Corinth, Miss

Battles at Columbus, Ky

Battlefield of Murfrei I 264

Battlefield of stones River 31

is rough i Forrest

Battle of Arkansas Tost 151

Battle of Averysboro, N. C 68

Battle of ChancellorsviUe 2S7

Battle of East Port 13

Battle of Franklin Recalled 600

Battle of Gettysburg 4fi7

Battle of New Hope Church 15!’

l’nttlo of Resa.ca 36

Battle Planned Bui Nol Fought 293

Battle of Wilderness, T< In. 290

Battle of Williamsburg 477

Beauregard and Johnston at Shiloh

Bee, Hamilton P 582

Bell’s. T. H., Farewell 363

Bivouac, A. C. s., .no! i ‘amp 28, t T . C. V 566

Blow Your Horn, Jake

Bolton’s. II. W.. Tribute to Veterans 86

Bonnie Blue Flag

Boots and Saddle, A Reminiscence 163, 109

Boynton. Henry Van Ness 120

I Water

Brothers Knox 251

Brown’s Battalion 619

Bust of Sam Davis

Buttons Made in the Confederals 246

Burke, capl . Daring Deed oi 128

Call for Forrest’s Old Soldiers 2

Camp Chase Confederate Graves 197

Camp Giles, U. C. V. Bamner for 7′.’

Can Do Without It 416

Capitulation at Appomattox 40.”)

Capture of Caleb Cushing 176

Capture of Florence, Alabama Jit

Capturo of Harper’s Ferry 173, 213

Capture of St. Albans 71

Caring for Confederate Graves 176

■Cates, Charles T., Address 126

Cms.’ Not I.,, st, K. E. Lee tt.’T

changes Proposed to Constitution 159

chaplain to Sam Davis 606

Chickamauga, American Valor at 11, 9S

Chief on J. E. B. Stuart’s Staff 133

Cincinnati Sunk at Vlcksburg 200

Cleburne’s Banner 569

• Cobb. J. T 525, 573

Compact With Joe Shelby 522

•Company B, Twelfth Virginia Cavalry 122

Compilation of Historical Statistics 561

Comrades and the Veteran 65

Comrades in the Border Section 12t;

Concerning Battle of Gettysburg 624

•ConcernJn’ of a Hog 56

Confederates at Louisville 77

Confederate Brigadiers in Congress 529

Confederate Candle 267

•Confederate Dead In Maryland 622

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Confederate Daughters in Kentucky 223

Confederate Pays in California 274

Confederate Encampment at Pulaski, Va 451

Confederate Flag Not Infamous ‘. 161

Confederate Home in Maryland 114

tiles in East Tennessee 593

Confederates in Georgia 511

3 in Kentucky

Confederates in West Virginia B79

Confederate Memoria.l Association 414

Confederate Mem ui at Columbus, Ohio 155

Confede- M mument at Shelbyville B0

Confederate Monument it Warrenton. Va 69

Confederate of the Old North State, James M Kay 506

rai. Persistency 165

Relit ! ennial 49S

Confederate Vetei 560

Parole to i -^

Banner, Origin of 436

Corinth, .Mis:-. Battli 199

Statistics Wanted so

I 296

Courier at Battl R< u b 297

Crook’s Heroism at Franklin 303

cook. Gustave, Death of 4is

\ tpa ‘ 519

yard 130

Deed of Capt. Burke 12S

Davis. Jefferson 166

Davis, ‘ 63

Davis. S. mi … •:!. 360, 389, 414, 554, 556, 557, 626, 634

31

at Opelousas, La

if the Confederacy In Texas 131

Dead at New Hope Church 531

Deceased Comrades ,;

Graves 390

DeFontaine, Mrs. Georgia Moore 585

Diary Account o1 r»n Donelson 2S2

(G Q i Brli tide 147

Dodd, David O., A Martyr 364

Douglas Texas Battalion

Battalion

Early Engagements With Forrest 47^

Early’s Motto 594

Editor of the Veteran Banquetted in Ohio 595

Eleventh Mississippi Infantry 465

English Sentiment in 1861-1865 131

Error in Harris-Adair Article 452

from Johnson’s island 514

Escapes from Prison 215

Erwin. Samuel A 568

Evans. Dr. S. T 82

Experience in Taking Up Deserters 169

Experience of R. H. Lindsay About Florence. Alabama 172

Fairfax, Evelyn Loopoldlno 123

Federal Officer. Tribute to 248

Fidelity of Negro Servants During the War 384

Fifth Georgia at Bentonvllle 621

First Cannon Shot of the War 273

First Confederate to Enter Gettysburg 620

Five Years Service 608

Flag of Sixth Arkansas, Cleburne’s Flag 518

For a Nobler Purpose 157

Forrest. N. B 297

Forrest’s Raid on Padueah 212

Fort Donelson 282, 461

Frazer, Charles W 605

From the t>ld North State 85

From the West Border of Texas 12E

Fry, G. T 590

G eorgla Heroes 4

Gettysburg 551, 624

Oracle, Archibald 429

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Qoqfederat^ l/eterai).

Grand Division of “Virginia *°*

Grant on Stonewall Jackson J™

Graves at Danville, Ky 56.

Grave of a Southern Soldier 43i

Graves of Johnston and McCollough 617

Great Seal of Confederate States •»

Griffin, Wiley Hunter – 4|

Harper’s Ferry. Capture of 17:; “3

Harris. Gov., at Close uf War –

Hawthorne-. J. B., Sermon Before the Reunion *U

Hayden, S. A., As a Spy… »•

Heiss, Mai. Henry °_

He’ll See It When He Wakes «»

Henry’s, Mrs.. Compact with Joe Shelby •_■–_

Her Letter Came Too Late [][‘

Heroes of the Great War -»

Heroes of the Old South “‘

Heroic Deed at Shiloh ^

Heroic Mississippians J™

Heroic Remedy for Chills j*’

Heroism at Franklin, W. M. Crook ^ J

Heroism in Third Missouri Battery j»

Heroine of Winchester, Va «»

He Was a Hero if a Pauper 521

His Words Live After Him Jlo

Home for Confederate Women -“‘

Honored by Students and Comrades, W. M. Dwight 2S6

Honor to Worthy Heroes lu

Hood’s Texas Brigade 73. 153, 42 ~. 633

Huguenln, Thomas A 421

Imboden’s Tribute to Gen. Ashby 153

In Dixie Land 579

In St. Louis at Beginning of War 4 <2

Interesting Reply to a Question 2%

In the South • jSo

Johnson’s Island 46/

Johnston at Shiloh W J*

Johnston-Beauregard at Shiloh 9 =

Jordan, Coley, One of Mosby’s Bravest Men 195

Jordan, B. C ;13

Kentucky at the Reunion J°

Kerfoot. Courier and His Deeds 156

Killing of Three Brothers 155

Last Charge of Lee’s Army 565

Last of the Rodney Guards 585

Last Time X Saw Gen. Forrest s3

Last Utterance of Shelby 103

Lawson, Jack i

Lee. Gen., and Three Children ls

Lee, Robert E 66 ‘ 528, w

I.. ii. rs If .in Veterans 81, 133

Magruder Monument

Marsh, John ™

Martin, R. \V. of Virginia ™

Maryland, Confederate Home and Dead II 4 . 622

ffioGowan, Late Gen 43 °

McGregor’s, Henry, Gallantry 214

McLaw’s Old Squadron to Meet 213

Mebane’s Battery I 67

Membership of Organization 560

Mem. .rial Chapel at Fort Donelson 461

Miller. Polk, n Wisconsin 15

Mississippi Boys at Sharpsburg 23

Mississippi Division Q. C. V 433

.Mississippians, Heroic 73

Model Good Time for Veterans 12s

Monument at Charlottsville, Va 150

Monument at Shelby ville, Tenn 480

Monument at Warren ton, Va 69

Monument to Anne Lee 123

Monument to Gen. J. B. Magruder 171

Monument to Prisoners Buried North 485

Monument to Southern Wom.-n 413, 120. 4SS

Moorman, George 116

Morgan’s Capture of Gallatin 577

Morgan’s Scout 76

Morgan’s War Horse 627

Mother of Confederacy, Mrs. A. B. Wilson 20

Mundy, Frank H 4S1

Mute Confederate Soldier 42+

My Uncle’s War Story 1° 2

Nash, J. T., of Sherman. Texas 523

Nashville Rebel Home Guards 4S0

Newman, Mrs. Willie Bettie 87

Northern Ancestral Disloyalty Ill

Northern Boy in Southern Army 5

Novel and L’nique Reception 504

Noyers, John, Testament 38S

Nullification and Secession 59

Old Canteen, The 525

Oldest and Youngest Officers 406. 407

Old General and the Pony 265

Old Guard of Richmond, Va 484

Old South 159

One Hundred Years Old 254

One of Last War Horses 130

One of Morgan’s Scouts 76

One of the Real Heroes 167

Only a Private 461

Origin of the Conquered Banner 437

Otey Chapter. U. D. C 131

Otey. Kirkwood and Lucy Mina 488

Our Veterans 185

Palmer, J. B 571

Patriotic School Histories 450

Patriotism and the Sections 7

Perils in Escaping from Prison 547

Placing Principle After Policy 507

Plea for Richmond Museum 417

Polly to “Charming Nellie.” 217, 425, 470, 569

Prison Life at Nashville 369

Pumpkin Pie for a Sick Yankee 575

Quirk, Thomas, Marvelous Heroism of 16

Ray, James M., from the Old North State 85

Rebel Home Guards at Nashville 184

Record of Personal Services — 615

Reed, Col. Riley M 101

Reminiscences of Ferguson’s Cavalry 621

Report of His Last Scout, L. D. Bass 304

Rescuing Graves in Maryland 206

Result of War in the South 65

Retaking of Railroad at Reams Station 580

Return of a Valued Sword 170

Reunion a.t Louisville 4S6

Reunion at Nashville…. 71. SI. 161, 180, 181, 195, 221, 222, 33S, 427. 463

Reunion at Richmond 221

Reunion at Wilson’s Creek Suggested Ill

Reunion Brigade, G. G. Dibrell’s 117

Reunion of Hood’s Texas Brigade 427

Reunion of U. D. C 499

Reunion Veteran 64

Reward for Faithful Service 294

Robertson. C. W 511

Rode’s Division at Gettysburg 614

Rooster in Camp and Prison 419

Roster of Arkansas Division U. C. V 24

Rouss to New Orleans Ladies 197

Russell, Tillie, Heroine of Winchester. Va 16S

Saunders, Colonel 121

Sayers, Joseph D 69

Scene on Manassas Field 521

Seal of Confederate States 99

Sermon Before Reunion by Hawthorne and Vane- 411, 350

Serious Words With Veterans 464

Service in Arkansas 619

Service of Hood’s Brigade 153

Sharpsburg, Mississippi Boys at 23

She Did What She Could …… 84

She Wouldn’t Call Off Dixie 308

Siege of Port Hudson 175

Six Brother Knox 250

Six Thousand for the Abbey 389

Slavery in Massachusetts 21

Smith, W. G 387

Snowden, Mrs. Mary A 532

Qoijfederate l/eterar?.

Society of the Potomac 583

Soldier in Gray 12fi

Soldiers’ Home in Missouri 1T1<

Southern Girl at Close of War 38$

Stampede at Fisher’s Hill 26

Standlfer, T. C 462

Statistics About Gen. Wharton 530

Still Drink from Same Canteen so

Stories from the Kanks 39

Story of Our National Flag…, 412

Story of the Six Hundred 117, 14S

Strange Paper— Singular Keadi’jg 78

Strife Against Error 463

Sue Munday 3S5

Tanner’ a Story

Tennessee Army In Imjo

Tennesseans

Tennessee Centennial 88,

Terry’s Texas Hangers 194,

Trx;ms in Virginia

Texans In Battle of Wilderness

Thackston] B. B

The Bonny Blue Flag

Tin- Old Canteen

JJhi B “i I and the Sooul

The South

‘Til– Spy— His Adventures In Kentucky

The Strife is O’er

The Unknown Dead

Three Patriotic Broth*

Third Missouri, Heroism In

Those Who Cannot Rail}

Tii-kiiin s Great Poem, “The Virginians ol thi Valle;

Time for the Atlantic Reunion

Time to Call Off Dixie

Titles that Perverl Histor]

To Dixie Land

To Native Tennesseans

To Our Dead at New Hope Church

To the Zolney Bronze of Sam Davis

Trans-Mississippi Department

Tribut i Federal Officer, Will im Lytle

Tribute to the Fallen

True i” Theii Oaths

Truth is Sufficiently Thrilling

83

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136
252

170
290

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547

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518

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113
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528
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307

513
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i C V Camps 37u

U. D. C 601,616

tj. 1>. C. In Baltimore

V. l> c iii South Carolina n

U. D. ‘■ In Virginia 124

i . D. C. :n Opelousas, La 4s,

Unknown Dead 582

U. S. C. V 20, 385, 134, 182. 584

Valuable Hisl iric Suggestions 413

Value ‘i thi Vei ran 22

Valued Tribute to the Veteran 86

Van Dorm ol bhe Eleventh Mississippi 276

M to i 163

lis 135

Virginians of the Va.lley 168

Virginia Reminlsci rices 50

War Time Mall Service 103

Washington Artillery 47 1

Western Border of Texas 125

West Virginia, Confederates in 57:i

Wharton, .John A 417

Where Confederates Are Burled 211, 480

Who Sue Mundaj Was 85

Wilson Creek Reunion Suggested ill

Wilson. .Mis. A. B., Mother ol the Confederacy 20

with Johnston al Shtloh 609

Work of tii, Veteran 624

Wound ot Samuel .v Brwin i6

young Georgia Hero . i

ILLUSTRATIONS.

Agricultural Building at Centennial 137

Ai:ii-.ini.i, Confederate States Cruiser 122

Alexander. Va., Confederate Monument at 29

Auditorium at Oentenni&l 137

Augusta, Ga., Monument at 5. 501

Badge of New York Camp 30

Belmont Avenue at Nashville

Burial of Latane’ 49

196,

oun, Ga., Confederate Camp at

p Chasi ■ ‘en* I ery

Camp Chase, Decorating Graves at

Oamp Chase. Four M.. Houi at

House at Franklin

ton 1 1 ii k

M tsville, Va , Co Monument at

Chickamauga .Monument

Chlckamauga Park

Compan; Presenting 9am Davis Drama

Com • in in’ ot ,i Hog 57

Confederate Buttons

Oonfi d< rate Candle

lerate Coal

– man, T< i

Confederate Prisoners In Camp Morton

591
598

162
150
249
120
363
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247
267
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252
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Daniel Boone, Stiatue of, bj Sfandell

Danville, Kj .. < lemetery

Davis, Jefferson, Accepted Design tor Monument to 94

D Jefferson, Monument

Davis, Solo, – ot

In, vis. Sam. Home of 35i

Tenm Oonfederati \ ooiatlon at Deci

i New Fork Camp 29

Forrest Monument Proposed 280

Sun er 145

Iflle i louse hi imp • ha i

Gin House al Franklin, Tenn

Grant .Mon u tin nt

Green, Tom, Rifles

M mumi nt 32

Jackson, Andrew, S

101

Last War Horse i3u

[•ewl i . C, i : di v >i

Prison 97

Light Mors. Harry Lee, Burial Place of 279

Maryland Oonfederati Home 114, 149

Maxwi i i

ii ‘ k. John, Residence of

Mi mot la i \\ union ,,i r’o, i Donel lha iel

Memphis Building at Centennial ‘

Mitchell Ho u so ai Murfrei I 261

Monument in Stones River Cemelerj 31

\1 it lo U. S. Grant

Mori; nil’s War Mors.’

i i lat l li meld

Murfreesboro, Tenn

lie Bridge >o er < lumberland

Nashv llle Tab m u le

\ w Fork Confederate M mument 244

Old Guard ol Richmond, Va 401, 184

One of Last War Horses

Parthenon and Commerce Building 136

Pulaski. Va., Camp 129

Registration Quarters at Nashville Reunion

P.. E. Lee Camp Headquarters

Rlalto ii Centennial

Road Cut for Buell’s Army 612

Rooster 4 in

Sam Davis Coat 35s

Sam Duiis Drama Compans 363

Sum Davis Home 35′

Savannah, g.i.. Confederate Monument it… 304,50-

182001

Confederate l/eterag.

■ lederate States

Sherman, Tex., Confederate Monument at

Smith. Col., Monument to. near Munfordsvllle, Ky

Spring Near Church at Shiloh

Stones River ***i

Stones River Cemetery Monument

Tennessee River at Pittsburg Landing

Tom Green Rifles

U. C. V. Reunion Committee at Nashville.
U. D. C. in Georgia

Vanderbilt

LAST

Anderson, W. 206

Ashley. Simeon 179

Benagh, Geo. Win

Bolton, W. H 108, 110

Bostick, Mrs. Margaret 606

Brumby. Wm. T 2″5

Brys n. John ri 10s

Buford, Mis. Elizabeth 203

,pbell, Wm. P HOT

Caster, J. D 206

Chambliss, Nat 110

Chipley, W. D 607

Cooper. W. K 109. 203

Cumming, Jas. R 10S

DeFcntaine, Fe ix 103

Darrington, Dr. Robt 110

Deloney, Wm 110

Egerton, T. M 206

Eli. Jesse 607

Fisher, Thus. B 178

Gardner, Jas. M 108, 110

Howell, R. M 206

Johns, Wm. Nc-al 177

Kelly. J. 206

Lauderdale, B. W 179

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Lindsley, J. Berrien 605

1. m, A. 206

M. Kissick, I. G 204

M Laws, Lafayette 415

McNulty, Dr. F. G 607

Moadors. B. B 179

Mulky, Dr. W. A 107

Otey, Kirkwood 415

R bi ris, S 107

Rugglis, Daniel 415

Sh lliy. Gen. J. O

107

Step-ben, W. L 176

Storey, Dr. Jno. E 17S

Sullivan, Danel A 176

Summerville, W. II 179

Taylor, Newton 109

Terry, W. R 179

Thompson, W. H 179

Tucker, Jno. Randolph 109

Whitney, J. J 177

Wise, Peyton. 206

Yeatman, Phillip T 205

V;iiiiian, Rogers 606

Young, P. M. B 205

A i “I’lK ‘ItS.

Adamsun, Rob 402

Aden, Jas. S 532

Alexander, Ph:pps 2s

Allen. T. F 581

Allison, B. P 101’

Anderson, Chas. W 101

Anderson, Frank 297

Anderson, -tis. Kellar 116

Andrews, Garnet 293

Arnette, R. M. J 85 1

Arnold, T. il 1S9

Arlington, A. W 05

Banks, E. A 75

Baft/ee. J. D 269

Barrett, Dr. B. A Ill

Barton. It. H 2

Baskette, G. H 571 1

Bass, S. D 304

Baylor, Geo. W 609

Beall, T. B 26

Bell, C. R 69j

Bingham, Jno. H 3 IB

Bishop, Jno. Knowles 438

Bishop 151

Black, Jno. L 535

Blackford, L. M 3>5

Blakemore, W. T… 146

Blakeslee, G. H 475

Bond, J. S 462

Bootxm, W. W 6

Boyd. John 209, 254

Bozo, W. C 28

Branard, Geo. 427

Bridgens, R. A 534

Brunette, W. H 534

Button, Chas. W 47S

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r re, E. L

Cabell, W. L

c’allan, V. V

Campbell, W. A….

Campbell, Wm

Carter, Mrs. P.. M.

Carter, B. M

Cassidy. M. A

Cates, Chas. T

Chalaron, Gen

Chambers, Henry..
Charlton, Sycmgis.

Claiborne. J. M

Coffin, Jas

Cole, S. H

Coleman, R. B

Collins, J. A. M…

Colston, J. M

Colston, Gen. R. E

Cook, Henry H 117. 148,

I oper, N. G

Couch, J. A

Crook, W. M

Cummings, C. C 23,

Daniel. T. M

Daughtery, T. R

Dawson, F. W

Day, Mrs. Thos

DeFontaine. Mrs. Georgia..

DeMoss, J. C

Dtbrell. W. L

Dick, John A

Dillard, H. M

Douglas, Alfred H

Drake. Ben. S

Drlscol, J. L

DwifrWt, W. M

Kllswi.rth. Geo. A

s, Clement a 5

Falllgant, Robert 4

Farinholt, B. L 167, .ill. 517

Faulkner, E. C 83

Ferguson, Ma], J. D

Fleming, D. G 81

Pordyce, s. W 36.”.

1″ nest 200

Frazer, L L6<

Fuller, D. F 58

Gaines, .1. N

Garnett. Allc • 634

Garnett, Mrs. Jas M rcer.. 121

Gay, a. T 133

Oracle, Archibald 29

Green, Miss Alee T 26?

Grief, J. Y 3 212

Griggs, George B >1S

Hal ■ ‘ii Ill

Hall. J. C I6:i

Hall, Thos. G 112

Hall. Thos 210

Hambright, E. C 88

llamlett, Mrs. N. J 572

Hamleiter, W. B 29

Harley, S. C 296 51

Harris, Capt. P. W 29S

Hawkins, N. S 577

Hawthorne, J. B 411

Hearn. W. C 130

Helper, Alex 149

Henry, Dr. T. J

Herbst, Charley D9

Hewes, M. Warner tl3

Higgs, T. A 162

Hill, A. B 569

Hill, D. H 527

Hinkle, J. A 624

Holmes, Jas. G 532

Hoss, Rev. E. E 59S

Houston, Jno. N J- Q

Houston, Mrs. Belle 513

Howard, W. H 523

Hutton, W. M 3 J

Imboden, Gen 1S1

Jarrard, J. A 366, 621

Jennings. T. D 477

Jones, Chas, Edgoworth. . ., 521

Jones, J. L 569

Jones, Mrs. J. W 437

Jones, Wm. J 7, 53

Johnson, B. F 2. 7)7

Johnson, Mrs. Bradley Ill

Johnson, Rev 42

Johnson, W. A 27S

Johnston, David E 579

Keith, J. F. K 133

Kelly, D. C 2. 161

Kelly. W. S 29

Kennedy, D. C 172

Kflgore, Judge C. 15 221

Kiillebrew, J. B S4

King, G. J 585

King, J 128

Kippax, Matt. F 568

Knaus. W. H 195

Lee, Dr. Edmund Jennings. Ill

Lee, Frank 245

Lesler, Rev. Geo “31

Lillard, J. W 693

Littlepage, H. B 2

Loehr, Alice 207

Loflin, Ben F 81

Lowe, R. G 54

I.ubbock, Gov 530

Luneford, A 206

l.ytk, Wm. 11

Maegill, Jas

Mack e, Franklin ,1

Mag-ruder. Miss M. 11

Mark!.’. Edith II

M i ri in, Jno. D

\V. H

McDowell. E. C

McG \vn. Wm

McKinney, Bufor.i

irin, J. L

MeWhirter, Geo

M.-rrin. F. W

Merrill, C. E

Mill.!’. PoJk

Miller, Wm

. J. B

Monroe, Miss Sue M

Moon. G. B

Moore, J. H

Mo ire, .1. P 165.

Moorman, &eot’:re . 2.

M rr son. W. 1

\l M “ii. A. S

I”- Mrs. M

N well, T. P

O’Nl al, II

son, l’. Josiali

Patters .n. J. T

Pillow, Gideon J

Volley, J. B. 11. 56, 101, 153,
217, 2:0, 125, 470.

Porter. Home

Power, .1. 1

Purvis. Geo. E 98,

Rahn. S. S

Ramsay. J. W :

Ratigan, Jais, E

Ray. Jas. M

Renniolds, Capt. Albert

Reeves. C. S 132,

Rhett, Claudia

Ridley, B. L..36. 76. 221, 265,

Ritter. Wm. L

Ro’fert, Mrs. P. G

Hobinscn, E. H

Rogers, Geo. T

Kouss, Chas. B

Rowland, Miss K it \l is: n.

Ryan, Father

Sandusky, G. C

Soott, Burgess

Sherfesee, Louis

Shie’ds. F. M

Simmons, J. W

Slayback, A. W

Smith. Hen’/ H

Smilh. W. L

Smoot. Mrs. A

Sparks. Jesse W

Spenee. E. L

Spencer, Maj. S

Stanton, Prank L

Stephens, J. M

Stewart, Gabr.elle

Stinson, J. E

Stout. S. H

Stratton, W. D ._

Strode, E. W

Sullins, Rev. D

Sykes, E. T

Teague, B. H

Tichnor

Timberlake, Fannie G

Timberlake, Thos

Tipton, G. W

Thomas, Dr. A. J

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Qopfederate tfeterap.

‘i iMinas, D. C 213

Thomas, Jrhn A 167

Thompson, John R 50

Thompson, Wm. L 339

Thurman, J. Macie 81,276

Towne. H. H 413

Vance, Jas. 1 351

Vandiver, C. H. lw

V&Ughan, Yv -^. „Vl i . I, I0U

Verdery, Mation J 67

Ward. John Shirley 80, 511

Weakley, T. P 621

Wharton. .7. J 117

\\ li eeli i . Gen Jos 268

Whiteside, Mrs. A 4S0

Whitney, M.ss Emmie E…. Pas

Wilcox, Ella Wheeler 457

Williams, G. A 220

Williams. Mrs. Nannie 167

Williams, Mrs 480

Williams. Z. J 546

Wilson, Dr. Lawrence 576

Wils n. J. M 165

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VALUE OF THE VETERAN.

A CALL FOR FORREST’S OLD SOLDIERS.

Gen. George Moorman gave the greater pleasure
to Christmas by the following — dated at New Or-
leans, December 25. 1846:

S. A. Cunningham, Editor of the Veteran: If
you see at any time anything I can do to aid you with
the VETERAN, and in preparing your issues from now
on to the reunion, I will gladly assist you with any
material or information Headquarters can furnish.
The reunion being held at Nashville will bring
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Let us treat all with the largest hearted liberality.
We have enough substantial things to be proud over
without contending for little and unimportant things
and without splitting hairs. I want to see the Vet-
eran teach the broadest sort of patriotism. You
are beginning to get a hold on the people now that
will make your paper a blessing to every part of the
United States. If the men who want to discuss war
issues in it are not willing to discuss them in a
sweet tempered, kindly way, then such discussions
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and through; I love every foot of the Southland; I
love the North, and East, and West, and I do not in-
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of enabling them to look down into the honest
hearts of each other and to appreciate all of their
excellencies, without one lingering spark of bitter-
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all the back numbers and when he put the bundle
down in his home was impatiently asked by his wife:
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In renewing his subscription for two years, Capt.
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ington City, writes:

Among all the war literature there is none I en-
joy so much as that contained in the Confederate
Veteran. It seems to be in touch with those whom
all brave men should delight to honor.

Dr. A. J. Thomas, Evansville, Ind., sending re-
newal, adds:

I hope you may receive one hundred thousand
“Christmas Gifts” of this kind. Every one who has
an interest in the days of 1861-65 should spare at
least one dollar to the Veteran. The Southern
people especially should read it and should contrib-
ute .o its columns.

To the Confhderate Veteran: At a recent
meeting of Gen. N. B. Forrest’s staff and escort, in
recounting old war memories, the fact was brought
out that tne writer is the only surviving member of
Forrest’s military family as it was constituted for
the first four months of service. The General’s son
William was frequently with us, but had not at this
date, as I remember, been sworn into the service.

In view of the fact that Forrest is rapidly becom-
ing recognized as the greatest of Tennessee soldiers,
it is eminently proper that his old soldiers should
meet in a grand rally one day during the Tennessee
Centennial. As the oldest survivor of his first mil-
itary family, I write to suggest that we have a For-
rest day, that all comrades who at any time served
with him be present, first in military parade and
then in historic celebration. Gens. Chalmers and
Jackson, who commanded divisions under Forrest,
are both residents of Tennessee and would no doubt
grace the occasion by again commanding the vet-
erans. Presuming that all old soldiers read the
Confederate Veteran, the call is made through
your columns. Let us hear from the old boys, shall
we have the’ rally?

Southern papers please give place in their columns
to this call. D. C. Kelley.

Sometime Colonel, Forrest’s old Regiment C. S. A.

Meredith P. Gentry as an Orator. — A sketch
of the life of Meredith P. Gentry, prepared for the
writer by Alexander H. Stephens, was sent to Rev.
Henry M. Field, D.D., who has ever been bold to
express his convictions of personal merit at the South.
In acknowledfc ment.Dr. Field wrote: Your Southern
Statesmen seem all to have the gift of eloquence, and
it was a happy union in the writer and the subject
that an orator like Gentry should be described by
Alexander H. Stephens, a man who is respected alike
in the North and in the South. Gentry’s eloquence
swayed the House of Representatives in Congress.
He afterward served in the Confederate Congress
from Tennessee.

Comrade R. H. Burton, of Fenner’s Louisiana
Battery, in some interesting reminiscences to the
Veteran, states that Charles D. Dreux, command-
ing First Louisiana Battalion, with which he was
connected, was the first commissioned officer killed in
Confederate service. He does not give the date, but
states: It was in a skirmish near Young’s Mill. We
had ambushed the Federals and they had also am-
bushed us, and we were in a hundred yards of each
other when daylight appeared. Both sides fired
into each other, and the lamented Dreux was killed.
It was a sad day for our Battalion, as he was known
and loved as Charley Dreux.

Jas. M. Vaughan, Graysville, Ga., has recently
come into possession of a silver name plate, found on
the battlefield at Resaca. Ga. It bears this inscrip-
tion: “J. B. Campbell, Fourth Indiana Battery G.”
The owner or his relatives can get the plate by ad-
dressing Mr. Vaughan.

Qopfe derate l/eterar?.

AN OLD VETERAN, CONFEDERATE.

J. V. Grief writes from Paducah, Ky. :
Jack Lawson. an old Confederate veteran, was
born at Newton Le Willows, England, August 18,
1805. He is still hale, hearty, and moves about as
actively and energetically as a man of sixty years
of age. He lives in Paducah. He came to Ameri-
ca in 1825 in charge of, and as engineer of, the
first railroad locomotive run in this country. It was
named “Herald” and was run on a road from Balti-
more to Susquehanna, twelve miles.

CAPT. JACK LAWSON.

After leaving that road, Capt. Lawson came
West and followed steam boating, as engineer, capt-
ain and owner; he was running, as captain and
owner, the steamer “Cherokee” in the Tennessee
River and New Orleans trade when the Southern
States seceded. Instead of running up the stars
and bars, Capt. Lawson made a pure white flag on
which was a picture of a hog. Boats coming in at
the different landings always found a crowd on the
bank to get the news. The “Cherokee’s” flag at-
tracted much attention.

When asked what flag that was, his answer, with
the usual boatman’s emphasis — “It is my flag.”
“Well, what does it mean?” “It means root hog
or die.”

That was the last trip of the “Cherokee” up the
river. On her return to New Orleans, she remain-
ed South until sold to the Confederate government
and converted into a gunboat and was one of the
“Mosquito” fleet at Memphis.

Capt. Lawson soon entered the Confederate ser-
vice and was made Executive officer of the gunboat
“General Polk” and took part in the battle of Bel-
mont. He proposed to run above the Point and
sink or capture the transports that had brought
Grant’s Army down, but his superiors preferred to
lay at the shore.

While the boat was held, the Yankees suddenly
appeared on the river bank and attempted to board
her. Capt. Lawson seized a capstan bar and the
crew armed themselves with anything in reach,
and used such tools so vigorously as to repel the
boarders. It is said that Capt. Lawson scalped, in
that way, several of the enemy.

After the “General Polk” was burned Capt. Law-
son was next placed in charge of the transport
steamer “Chasm” and commanded her up to May,
1863.

When the seige of Vicksburg began it became evi-
dent that Red River was the great source of supply,
and Capt. Lawson was ordered, bj- Gen. Pember-
ton, into Red River, but he protested, explaining that
he had never been in Red River, and did not know
‘the channel while other officers did. Gen. Pem-
berton stamped his foot, and said, with an oath;
“B — G — Lawson, you have to go,” and he went.

The enemy had succeeded in passing some gun-
boats by Vicksburg and Port Hudson. Lawson load-
ed his boat with bacon and corn, etc., for Yicksburg,
and ran out just in time to be cut off, Yankee gun-
boats being between the mouth of Red River and
Yicksburg. He ran into Big Black River as far as
he could go, and the stores were hauled by wagons
into Vicksburg.

Soon afterward all the boats in that river were
destroyed. Captain Lawson raised one of the sunken
boats in Yazoo River to recover the machinery,
which he tranported through the country on ox
wagons to Selma, Ala. It was a perilous undertak-
ing. He had frequently to bridge streams in order
to cross, but he got it all through safely to Selma.

On the retreat of the army from Mississippi to
Demopolis, Ala., Capt. Lawson was at Demopolis,
with a corps of sappers and miners, placing a pon-
toon bridge for the army to cross the Tombigbee
River. Capt. Lawson continued with the army un-
til the final surrender, when he returned to Padu-
cah and purchased a small stern wheel steamer, but
did not prosper with it.

Capt. Lawson is a member of Lloyd Tilghman
Camp and of the Confederate Veterans of Kentucky,
and takes much interest in them.

In 1893 he was appointed engineer of ihe Custom
House, at Paducah, but he says he expects to retire
in 1S’»7, when he will visit his old home and people.

After perusing the foregoing, a letter was written
to author of above, stating that the editor of the
Yktekan had from the lips of the late Peter Cooper
— one of the most eminent benefactors o his race
and to whose unfailing purse the world is directly
indebted for the success of ocean cables — that he
built the first railroad engine in America and was
beaten in a race by fast horses, and the comrade
replied: I have had a talk with Capt. Lawson
about the locomotive, who says: “I was ju-t out of
my teens and had been running as an engine driver.

Confederate l/eterao.

Father and I went down to Liverpool on a Saturday;
the locomotive was on the wharf for shipment to
the United States, and the captain of the vessel, the
“Herald,” employed me to come to America and run
her. We sailed direct to Baltimore. The engine
had all large wheels, the forward wheels being as
large as the drivers. The road from Baltimore to
Susquehanna was built of fiat iron bars, one and one-
half inch, spiked down on strong timbers laid on
cross-ties. There were curves on the road and I
had a great deal of trouble in running them, until
I struck on the idea of putting trucks under the
front; then it worked so well that the company had
a special truck made for it when she run the curves
all right. Our engine was named “Herald” for the
ship which brought us over.

There is living in Towson, Md., an old lady,
Mrs. Anna L. Pilson, who came over with her fath-
er’s family in the same vessel; she was then a very
small girl and went out with me the first trip I
made over the road. I am confident that it was the
first locomotive seen in this country, though Mr.
Cooper may have built the first locomotive ever built
here. I think it was in 1825, as I was twenty years
old when I came over.”

Comrade Grief adds the following: F. G. Har-
lan, of Paducah, recalls the account of Maj. An-
derson’s fight with two Federal soldiers in that city,
March 25th, 1864. He says: “It was on Broadway
and when they passed me there was but one Feder-
al, and they went out Broadway fighting.”

On my return from the army in 1865, a cousin
of mine, Geo. A. Fisher, then a boy and living on
the corner of Seventh and Broadway, in speaking
of Forrest, said, “I was standing at our gate when
a Confederate officer and a Yankee came out Broad-
way fighting; both were mounted; the Confederate
shot at the ‘Yank,’ missing him, and just after pass-
ing Seventh Street the ‘Yank’ turned across an open
lot and the Confederate threw his pistol at him. I
walked over to the lot; the Confederate was riding
about looking for his pistol, which I picked up and
handed to him.”

When he first saw them coming out the street
there were three, two “Yanks” and one Confederate;
one dropped out of the fight, and he was of the
opinion that he ran away.

A YOUNG GEORGIA HERO.

Story Told to Maryland Daughters of the Confederacy.

Savannah, Ga., through Mrs. Thomas Baxter Gres-
ham, member of the board of managers of the Society.

** * * * • * *

While at home recruiting his command in men
and heroes, an old farmer friend came to Colonel
Deloney and said:

“Colonel, my boy here has got the war fever.
His mother and I have tried to get it out of him,
but its no use! He swears he’ll run away if I don’t
let him go; so I’ve mounted him on the best racing
colt I have, and here he is. Take him with you;
but I’ve this much to say; — if he ever shows the
‘dominicker,’ kill him right then and there! Don’t
let him come home!”

The old father was himself a veteran of the In-
dian War in Florida. He raised game chickens,
and fought them, too; and had a contemptfor “domi-
nicker” roosters because he thought they wouldn’t
fight, so to “show the dominicker” was his blunt
way of describing a coward. .Deloney turned and
saw a fair-haired country lad of seventeen, stand-
ing perfectly erect, his lips compressed, but a vivid
fire flashing from his steel-blue eyes. The boy
never said a word, parted tenderly from the old
man, and went to Virginia, to join the cavalry.

Deloney watched with pride the rapid improve-
ment of his young recruit, but had forgotten the in-
cident until the great cavalry fight at Brandy Sta-
tion. When squadrons were charging and counter-
charging with the intrepid eclat and dash of the
Light Brigade, General Pierce M. ti. Young sud-
denly ordered him to attack a Federal brigade that
was forming on the flank.

“Get right among them, Colonel! Break them
up with cold steel and don’t give them time to
form!” was the order. ,

The words were hardly spoken when his com-
mand, Deloney far in advance, was sweeping down
upon the foe, but before he was within a hundred
yards of the enemy something went by him like a
cyclone’s breath. The Georgia boy was standing
on tip-toe in his stirrups, bare-headed, his golden
hair streaming, with sabre high in air, and as he
passed, with the light of battle on his face and eyes
flashing defiance, he turned in his saddle and shout-
ed: “Colonel! here is your ‘dominicker!'” A mo-
ment more, and he struck the enemy’s line like a
cannon shot, [another Wilkenried making way for
liberty], his sabre flashing on every hand, until he
was literally hacked down by the startled foe.

When the fight was over Deloney looked for him.
There he lay in the calm of death, his boyish face
glorified with the dying thought, “They’ll tell
father I never showed the dominicker!”

An object dear to the hearts of our Maryland
Daughters of the Confederacy is the preservation
of the name and fame of the obscure young heroes
who gave up their lives for our cause. None
worthier can be found than James Dunahoo, of
Jackson County, Georgia, whose death is described
by his commander, the gallant Colonel William De-
loney of Cobb’s Georgia Legion. The paper is con-
tributed to the Daughters of the Confederacy in the
State of Maryland by Judge Robert Falligant of

The Pelham Chapter of the United Daughters of
the Confederacy, Birmingham, Ala., was organized
with an enrollment of sixty-two members, with Mrs.
Joseph F. Johnston, wife of the Governor, President,
and Miss Louise Rucker.daughter of General Rucker,
Secretary, and Mrs. Fowlkes, Treasurer. The
special work of the members will be for the Confed-
erate Memorial Institute.

NORTHERN BOYS IN SOUTHERN ARMIES.

Sketch of Capt. F. N. Graves, by Gen. C. A. Evans:
When the Southern States seceded there were
thousands of young- men in the South of Northern
parentage, and many of them wen born on North-
ern soil. It is an historical truth that this class of
young men were among the bravest sons of the
South and showed patriotic devotion to the land of
their adoption. Families were thus divided into
hostile camps, and although preserving natural af-
fection, brothers were distinctly arrayed in antago-
nism on many fields of battle. I will tell the ro-
mantic story of one of these splendid Northern
boys, partly in my own language and from personal
knowledge, and partly in his own words and in the
language of his friends.

CArT. FRANK N. C.KAVKS.

In the fall of 1859 there came to Lumpkin, Geor-
gia, a stout, compactly built Northern lad not quite
grown and fresh from Massachusetts, who instantly
became popular. He came merely on a visit of re-
creation, expecting to return again to his New
England home, but before the term of this vacation
expired his life was totally recast. He liked the
Southerners, formed a business partnership. He
became a Southerner, enlisted as a private in a Con-
federate company; was soon promoted to Captaincy,
fought for the side he had chosen, was captured,
and imprisoned with unusual hardships until June,
18<>S, and then returned to his Georgia home to re-
new the struggle for a living. This soldier was
Captain Frank N. Graves, Sixty-first Georgia Regi-
ment. In a letter to me he says: “Just thirty-six

years ago I first met you in Stewart Countv, the
fall of 1859, I having gone there from my boyhood
home on the banks of the beautiful Connecticut
River in Massachusetts. I had just completed a
hard summer’s work in a clerkship at a fashionable
summer resort, but had been reared on a small rich
river valley farm of which I had entire charge at
the age of seventeen, and had managed to keep the
wolf from the door of a widowed mother and six
brothers and sisters.”

In the South his business prospered, but mean-
while the cloud of war overspread the land, and, as
Graves says in a letter, “In the early spring of ’61
a little occurrence near Charleston disturbed the
minds of the people generally. There was some
talk among us of ‘drinking blood,’ but I sawed wood
and said nothing. Men were wanted for the ‘last
ditch,’ but I realized that men were wanted for the
‘first ditch,’ and I afterwards saw that the bluster-
ers did not fill either ditch first or last.

You and I, with some of the other boys, went
down to Savannah to be mustered in. I remember
the exact spot on which we first lined up, and see-
ing you about ten feet from me. * * * Well,
during the past year I went to Savannah for the
first time since the war, and at sunrise I went out
to find the old barracks where we were enlisted, but
found the new De Soto Hotel instead. In the open
court is the spot where we stood a third of a century
ago and took the oath to support the C. S. A. as
enlisted soldiers.”

For sometime Graves served in the Commissary
Department of Sixty-first Georgia Regiment, but
after a hard campaign one of the companies had
lost every officer and the men remaining in the com-
pany elected him to be their Captain, which office
he had not sought, but accepted, consistent with
what he had often stated that he intended to serve
Georgia faithfully in any capacity that fell to his
lot without asking a favor. He marched at the
head of his company of brave soldiers, with whom
he shared the dangers of the war in Virginia until
the famous battle on the 12th of May at Spottsyl-
vania. Of this battle and his own capture Captain
Graves says: “You doubtless remember the heavy
fog that covered our camp on the night when Gen.
Johnston was surprised at daybreak in the cele-
brated horse shoe bend, and that our regiment slept
on arms in the rear as reserve. Gen. Lee, I well re-
member, called us himself. He touched me with
his scabbard and remarked, ‘We need you.’ I look-
ed up and saw for the last time, the General on his
favorite horse. We were soon in a charge and re-
took the works, but in the dense fog the enemy
came upon us again from various directions and
in great numbers, when parts of my company and
regiment were enveloped and compelled to surrend-
er. As I retired through the army of the enemy I
found that they had thirteen solid columns of troops
massed in our front. We, the prisoners, stood up
all the following night in the rain without rations
and were closely guarded. The next day we were
marched to Acquia Creek, put on a transport for
Point Lookout and thrust into prison after being
deprived of everything we had.”

The fearful march had so blistered his feet that

Confederate l/eterai)

he could not stand, causing- him acute suffering-, and
disabling him from walking without pain for more
than a year. After a month he was removed to
Fort Delaware, where he was drawn by lot as one of
the 600 Confederate officers who were to be sent to
Charleston to suffer for the alleged cruelties at An-
dersonville prison. For four weary months he was
held as a hostag-e, and his fare was “four mouldy
hardtacks for a daily ration.” A soldier says of
the trip: “The transportation both ways was of the
hardest character, all in one small transport,
packed like sardines, four on the floor to every six
feet square, then a bunk eighteen inches above with
four more men, and then another tier above that
making twelve men to about every six cubic feet
during August, with mercury in the nineties. We
were kept in this situation twenty days, and then
landed on Morris Island in a stockade built in front
of Battery Wagner and on a line opposite Forts
Moultrie and Sumter immediately between the
fires of friend and foe. For three months it was a
daily occurrence for the great mortar shells to be
thrown across our camp. Late in the fall we were
moved to Fort Pulaski, where we were fed with kiln
dried corn meal. At length we were returned to
Fort Delaware, after enduring incredible suffering,
resulting in the sickaess and death of many.”

During the time Capt. Graves was imprisoned
and, suffering all these hardships, he had the offer
of relief at any time by merely taking an oath by
which he would abandon the Confederate cause.
As might be expected, his kindred at the North
pressed the issue upon him, but he would not yield:
he held his honor above all price. He had stood
shoulder to shoulder with his Southern comrades in
battle and now, in prison as a hostage exposed to
new hardships and dangers, his noble fidelity won
for him the admiration of all men.

It was two months and more after the surrender
of Lee before Capt. Graves was released from prison.
At length, on June 17th, 1865, he was released
and says: “I left for home via Massachusetts, where
I was urgently asked to locate for life and let the
South work out its own redemption, but I replied,
‘Not for a fee-simple title to the State!'”

After a few weeks Capt. Graves was once more in
Lumpkin and again associated with Mansfield in
business, first at Lumpkin and then in Marietta.
Better still, he married a lovely Southern girl. His
comrades are proud of him and are glad that the
South brings success to so many of his kind.

This sketch closes with a description of his visit
to his aged mother in the old New England home.
Capt. Graves, in 1894, took steamer for Boston, which
he had left thirty-five years before. He found the
old home of his Boston girl, but the girl was not
there. Next day he took train for the old home and
in the afternoon he knocked at the door of his
mother’s home. He found her on crutches, eighty-
five years of age. The seven children were all liv-
ing. He said: “After a careful look at me for a
half minute, she asked, ‘Is this my oldest boy,
Frank?’ I had not notified her of my intention to
call so soon, and the meeting after our long separa-
tion cannot be described. Capt. Graves is still a
Georgian, the same true, candid, noble, man over

whose head many years have gone, but in whose
heart is still the same warm fidelity to every trust
reposed in him.

A Federal Boy Soldier at Corinth. — W. W.
Booton, London Mills, 111., writes that he had just
passed his sixteenth summer and arrived at Corinth,
Mis-., the evening- of the light at Iuka. When the
battle of Corinth opened, October 3rd, he had not
yet received equipments, and, when the Confeder-
ates broke through these lines and entered the town
he was down by the railroad, south of the town,
gathering- autumn flowers.

He adds that a frightened cavalryman came dart-
ing by and shouted, “Get into camp quick! the Reb-
els are coming.” I kept pretty good pace with his
horse, and when I arrived at the camp 1 found every-
thing in commotion. They were packing up pre-
paring to retreat. I had not been there long when
an order came for every man to get a gun and fall
into ranks, and I shall never forget the feeling of
solemnity and gloom that pervaded everyone pres-
ent when the great guns in the fort east of town
and near our camp began to boom forth defiance to
the oncoming and seemingly victorious Confeder-
ates. We were marched to the fort where we ex-
pected to “die in the last ditch,’ – but the cheering
grew fainter and it was evident the Confederates
were on the rttreat.

The day after the battle I took a stroll over the
battleground, approaching the intrenchment north-
east of town. I saw a tall slender Confederate lying
as he had fallen the day before, with his feet on
top of the breastworks. Some one had crossed his
hands upon his breast. As I neared Robinette, I
came to the new-made grave of a Major Moore (I
believe), and a few steps’ southwest I stopped at the
grave of Col. Rogers. I then mounted the parapet,
and on the scarp side of the redoubt lay two Con-
federate soldiers — one a fine looking man with dark
hair, wearing a dark coat, whom I have reason to
believe was Captain Foster. If it was, he did not
fall to the left of .he fort as stated by McKinstry in
his article sometime since.

The group of United Daughters of the Confed-
eracy published in December Veteran contained
many good pictures. The list of names contained
two omissions. The 52 in blank should have con-
tained the name of Mrs. George Nichols, of Frank-
lin, Tenn. The Mrs. Richardson number 56 should
have read Mrs. Marinne Sims Richardson.

A copy of the engraving in red border will be
sent free to any Daughter of the Confederacy who
will send a new subscriber before February 15.
Copies of the large photograph will be sent for SI,
or with a new subscription for $1.50.

Capt. S. D. Buck, Baltimore, Md., corrects an er-
ror in his article as to Shields’ fores at Kernstown,
which should have been 11,000 instead of 1,100.
See Dabney’s Life of Jackson. Col. Patch (not
Palch) reports Shield’s force as 7,000.

“PATRIOTISM AND THE SECTIONS.” —
MASSACHUSETTS AND VIRGINIA.

Dr. J. Wm. Jones’ Rejoinder to .Mr. .1. ]>. Bil-
lings.

I find in (he “Veteran” for November the re-
joinder ni’ Mr. Billings to my reply h> his crit-
icisms on my Chattanooga speech, and I ask
for space to make, what I hope will be. my
final rejoinder

THE ORIGIN OF THE CONTROVERSY,

li so chanced thai 1 was in Chattanooga,
in attendance noon the session of the South-
ern liaplisi Convention, when the local com
mittee called upon me and invited mi’ to make
one oi the speeches a1 the raisin;; of ‘he “Stars
and Stripes” on the court house by the school
children of the city, telling me at the same
time that Rev. Dr. F. <\ Wilkins, of Chicago,

had consented to make the oilier speech of
the occasion. I told the committee that while
other duties would preclude my using even the

brief interval remaining for special prepara

lion, yet if they would be satisfied with what
I could give under the circumstances 1 should
be glad tO serve llielu. Hence the speech.

which was made before a \asi crowd — many
of “the Boys who wore the Blue” being pres
i -in was received with enthusiastic applause
beyond its merits, was published in full in
some of ihe papers, and was afterwards copied
in the “Veteran.”

This elicited the criticism of Mr. Billings, in
which, under the garb of very .ureal courtesj

and fairness, he charges me, virtually, with
falsifying the truth of history, and showing
that it is “easier to be a partisan than it is to
be a patriot)” and that 1 had so earnestly
played the partisan that I had not allowed
“partisanship to sink out of sight in the pres-
ence of the national Hag.”

I replied in a tone and spirit which, I think,
was perfectly legitimate and proper 1 1 ask any
one interested to re-read my reply in the Oc-
tober “Veteran.”) and in the November number
my distinguished critic “mends his hold” by
making new criticisms, and introducing new
matter.

THE POINTS A r ISSUE.

1. I am perfectly willing to leave the read-
ers of the “Veteran” to decide “who is the pa
Iriol. and who is the partisan.” Bui I insist
that there was nothing either “partisan” or
unduly “sectional” in my showing that Vir-
ginia and the South had a right to claim an in-
terest in the glory of “(lie old Hag.” which they
had done so much to make.

2. T care so little about my incidental state
moid that the Hag was “designed from the coat
of arms of Washington” — a statement which
is made in a number of the histories — that I
shall not take time now to defend it. But I will

say in passing that I by no means accept the

statement of Prof . John Piske, Of Harvard 1’ni
versify, which Mr. Hillings so confidently
quotes, as settling this or any other quest ion in
United States history. 1 have been recently

studying his History of the United States, anil

find it full of the grossest errors, especially
upon points of difference between the North
and the South, as 1 shall have occasion to show
in another connection.

“.. To my claiming for Virginia the owner-
ship of the old Northwestern Territory, Mr.
Billings replies thai “the claims of Connecticut
and Massachusetts covered a generous portion
of that territory, which they, toll iwing the < s
ample so noiih set by the old Dominion, ceded

to the Gent ral < lo\ eminent.”

Yes! Massachusetts and Connecticut, and.
he might have added. New York, and certain
land companies— the Indiana. Vandalia, and
Wabash — all laid claim lo portions of Vir-
ginia’s Westein territory which would have
taken, if made good, not only all of the terri-
tory north of the Ohio, bul thai now occupied
by the States of Kentucky and West Virginia
as well.

New York, Massachusetts, and Connecticut
did go through the farce of “ceding” their
claims 10 the General Government and the

land companies were so powerful and had SO

many members oi Congress who held block
(some of ii presented by the companies) in them

that tiny at one lime got a congressional com-
mittee lo make a report adverse to Virginia’s
claim.

Bui the proof is overwhelming thai the
whole of this territory belonged of righl to Vir-
ginia, and could nui he lawfully taken linn
her. Hon. Wm. Win Henry, in his “Life, Cor

respondence, and S| ;hes of Patrick Henry”

(Vol. II.. pp. 76-109), has clearly discussed and

fully settled ihis whole question. Curry, in

his “Southern States of the American Union”
(p. 69), says nf Virginia’s claim thai “as a mat-
ter of legal right, her claim was indubitably

valid,” and Bancroft says that her righl to ex-
tend to the Mississippi was unquestioned.

Piske sa.\s: -New York, after all. surren-
dered only a shadow] claim, whereas Virginia
gave up a magnificent and princely territorj

of which she was actually in possession. She
might have held hack, and made endless
trouble, jusl al the beginning of Hie Revolu

tion; she mighl have refused to mak mmon

cause with Massachusetts; but in both in-
stances her leading statesmen showed a far-
sighted wisdom and a breadth of patriotism
for Which no words Of praise can be loo strong.”

Senator Boar, of Massachnsetts, says: “The
cession of Virginia was the most marked in-

siance of a large and generous self denial.”

Other authorities might be cited, but I will
not lake space to do so, and will only give a
very brief summary of the conclusive points
thai established the claim of Virginia:

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(a) This territory was hers by a clear grant
in her original charter, and by subsequent royal
edicts.

(b) It was hers by right of conquest from the
British and Indians who occupied it during the
first part of the Revolution. The Continental
Congress had not a man, or a dollar, to spare
for the reconquest of that territory, and the
British would have held it and pushed the
boundary of Canada down to the Ohio, instead
of at the lakes, had not Patrick Henry, then
Governor of Virginia, commissioned George
Rogers Clark, who raised a volunteer force of
Virginians, and by a campaign which won for
him the soubriquet of “the Hannibal of the
West,” and was one of the most brilliant and
heroic of all history, conquered this territory,
and enabled Virginia to organize it as “Illi-
nois County,” and attach it to the “District of
Kentucky.”

(c) The Continental Congress distinctly rec-
ognized Virginia’s claim in accepting its gen-
erous proposition — in refusing to adopt the
amendment offered by the New Jersey delega-
tion that in accepting Virginia’s grant Con-
gress did not mean to pass on the validity of
her claim to that territory — and again, in in-
structing the Commissioners of the United
States that in treating with Great Britain
they should insist on Virginia’s title to that
territory on the principle of uti possedetis —
each country retaining the territory she actu-
ally held at the time.

(d) In the treaty agreed upon Great Britain
distinctly recognized the claim of A^irginia, and
admitted that the territory belonged to the Old
Dominion both by charter grant, and by right
of conquest.

(e) The Supreme Court of the United States
several times, in cases growing out of the op-
erations of the land companies, distinctly af-
firmed Virginia’s right to the Northwestern
Territory.

And yet, while earnestly and successfully
defending her title to the territory against all
other claimants, whether States or land com-
panies, Old Virginia freely brought this mag-
nificent domain, out of which five great States
were afterwards carved, and with princely lib-
erality laid it on the altar of the Union.

These are indisputable facts of the history of
those times, and it is too late now to attempt
to rob the old commonwealth of her honors.

4. The relative numbers of troops furnished
by Virginia and Massachusetts during the Rev-
olutionary War is a question of historic inter-
est which Mr. Billings thought to settle sum-
marily by giving, on the authority of the Sec-
retary of War, Gen. Knox, of Massachusetts,
for 1790, figures which, I candidly admitted,
seemed to settle the point against me, and I
said that I had not access to that report, but
would seek my earliest opportunity of examin-
ing it. I quoted the figures from Gen. Evans,
and from Heitman, not claiming that they set-

tled the question in my favor, but as strong in-
ferential proof that Mr. Billings was mistaken
in his contention that Virginia not only fur-
nished fewer troops than Massachusetts, but
was entitled to rank only as “tenth” among
the colonies in furnishing troops.

The figures of Gen. Evans showed conclu-
sively that the Southern colonies furnished a
larger number of troops than the Northern col-
onies, and my quotation from Heitman showed
that the returns were in great confusion — that
each new enlistment was counted — and that
the figures on which Mr. Billings relied were,
therefore, uncertain, and misleading. Where
the “innuendoes” come in I am at a loss to de-
cide.

I regret to say that I have not yet been able
to see the report of Gen. Knox for 1790 on
which Mr. Billings relies — the school with
which I am now concerned is located in the
country, and the library of the University of
Virginia has not been accessible since the great
fire of last year — but I have carefully studied
several authorities who have examined that
report, and they give verv different results
from those deduced by Mr. Billings. As for my
old friend Lossing, whom I used to read with
such interest, and whose pictures I admired so
extravagantly when I was a boy, I do not ac-
knowledge him as authority on any doubtful
point.

Hon. J. L. M. Curry, in his very able, accu-
rate, and entirely reliable book on “The South-
ern States of the American Union” — a book,
by the way, which I would commend to Mr. Bil-
lings for use in his Webster School — quotes
Col. Higginson as saying that the people of
New England “wrote from the very beginning”
and had carefully preserved their annals, and
brings out very clearly the fact that the South-
ern colonies, on the other hand, had neglected
“any adequate preservation of the materials
for history,” and that consequently the South-
ern States “have suffered in failing to receive
the bounties and pensions as well as the his-
torical recognition properly due to them.”

And yet Dr. Curry proceeds to show (pp. 48-
57) “that the South in expense, and battles, and
soldiers, bore her full share in the struggle for
independence.”

He uses this report of Secretary of War Knox
for 1790, and deduces from it substantially the
same results as those given in the figures of
Gen. Evans. But he quotes from Knox’s re-
port the very significant statement that “in
some years of the greatest exertion of the
Southern States there are no returns whatever
of the militia.” Dr. Curry says that “at the
North nearly every man who served was en-
tered on the rolls,” and I have recently learned
that Massachusetts is now publishing a full
roll of the names of all of her troops who at any
time and in any capacity served in the Ameri-
can Revolution. And yet from those inade-
quate Southern records Dr. Curry deduces from

Confederate l/eteran.

Gen. Knox’s report that “the North sent to the
army 100 men for every 227 of military age, as
shown by the census of 1790, and the South 100
for every 209.” He also shows that “in 1848
one out of every sixty-two of the men of mili-
tary age in 1790 in the North was a Revolu-
tionary pensioner, and one out of every 110 in
the South,” and that “of these pensioners New
England had 3,14b more than there were in all
of the South, and New York two-thirds as
many, though she contributed not one-seventh
as many men to the war.” Dr. Carry also
brings out the well-established fact “generally
at the North the war assumed a regular charac-
ter; at the South it was brought home to every
fireside, and there was scarcely a man who did
not shoulder his musket, even though not regu-
larly in the field;” and that “while sending its
troops freely to defend any part of the country,
it fought, in very large degree, its own battles,
and the losses sustained in supporting this
home conflict were far heavier than any
amount of taxation ever levied.”

In Henry’s “Life of Patrick Henry” (Vol. II..
pp. 9 and 09), it is very clearly shown, from Sec-
retary Knox’s report and other sources, that
Virginia furnished more than the quota called
for from her by Congress, and that while de-
fending her own soil she freely sent her troops
both North and South.

There can lie but little doubt that Morgan
and his riflemen did more than any others to
compel the surrender of Burgoyne at Sara-
toga, and that the crack of the same rifles won
the Important victory at Cowpens, S. C; that
only Virginians were engaged in the conquest
of the Northwest; that of Greene’s forces at
Guilford 0. H.. 2,481 out of his .1,050 were Vir-
ginians; that the hardy Scotch-Irish of South-
west Virginia under Col. Campbell bore the
brunt of the fighting at King’s Mountain; that
Virginians were the (lower of Greene’s army
in his operations against Oornwallis, and that
they contributed more than their share to the
glories of Yorktown.

Greene wrote Washington just after the bat-
tle of Guilford: “Virginia has given me every
support I could wish,” and Oornwallis wrote:
“The great reinforcements sent by Virginia to
(ien. Greene while Gen. Arnold was in the
Chesapeake are convincing proofs that small
expeditions do not frighten that powerful prov-
ince.”

Surely, then, there is radical error in any
figures which assign Virginia the tenth place
in the column of Revolutionary States, and Mr.
Henry does not put it too strongly when he
says: “An investigation of 1 lie facts shows con-
clusively that Virginia did her whole duty to
the common cause, and she is not liable to the
charge, sometimes heard, that she failed to do
her part of the fighting in the Revolution. She
did her part, and more than her part, during
the whole war.”

And, although the official figures may not be
found which show the exact number of troops
the Old Dominion furnished, yet I think that
I have shown above that as she led the van in
the forum, the Cabinet, and the congressional
halls of the young republic, and gave her Wash-
ington- to command the armies which won our
freedom, so she was in the forefront in furnish-
ing men for the rank and file of this great bat-
tle for freedom.

But I have already consumed too much of
your space, and have left myself no room in
which to reply to Mr. Hillings’ defense of New-
England’s conduct during the war of 1812, the
nartford Convention, and her nullification, and
secession record. You must let me “come
again” on these points, Mr. Editor, for it is an
interesting historical fad, susceptible of the
fullest and most conclusive proof, that while
Massachusetts has denounced Southern “reb-
els.” and the “great rebellion.” she has a rec-
ord in favor of secession, and nullification, from
the beginning down to 1S00.

But I cannot close without cordially respond-
ing to Mr. Billings’ invitation to be his guest
“under the eaves of Harvard,” that when I shall
he able to make a long-promised visit to an old
room-mate, and loved “rebel” friend, now Pro-
fessor in Harvard, if will give me very great
pleasure to accept his hospitality. And I would
say. in return, that if he will come to see me
at this great school, presided over by a former
Captain in the old “Stonewall” Brigade, he will
meet a hearty welcome. Old Virginia hospital
ity. and a full opportunity to “say his say.”
while observing that we are training here .100
young Virginia patriots — teaching them the
truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth concerning Old Virginia, and the Amer-
ican Fnion. instilling into them love for every
foot of this common country of ours, and in-
spiring them with a purpose to make good citi-
zens of the “Old Dominion.” and of the United
States as well.

The Miller School, Dec. 5, 1S90.

Capt. W. H. Parker, who resigned a position
in the Federal Navy to join the Confederate,
in which he became a prominent officer, died
in Washington, D. C, December 30th, 1896.

Captain Parker was engaged by the Vir-
ginia Historical Society to write a history of
the Confederate Navy, and was engaged upon
it at the time of his death. He was author of
a text- book upon Astronomy and of “The
Recollections of a Naval Officer,” published a
few years ago.

E. W. Roberts, of Bretnond, Texas, desires
the address of any one who was at the Battle
of Shiloh, and who was acquainted with Moses
Mathias, of Company K, Arkansas Regiment.
He was killed in the battle.

io Confederate Ueterai)

TITLES THAT PERVERT HISTORY. HEROIC DEED AT SHILOH.

The mistake made in the Constitution of the
United Confederate Veterans in giving high-sound-
ing and, in many instances, absurd titles to the
officers of the Association we all so love and approve,
to wit, privates commissioned as Major Generals,
Captains (like the writer), as Colonels, is brought
home to us by the absurdity )f these same titles
being assumed by the officers holding the same rel-
ative positions in the “Sons of Veterans” Associa-
tion, thus belittling their praiseworthy order, and
bringing the charge of puerility against their mem-
bers. With the U. C. V. of to-day, a Gordon, a
Hampton, a Lee, dignify the office and sustain
their rank; but as we go down the roster some glar-
ing absurdities appear, and the future historian
will be all at sea when endeavoring to give proper
rank to the soldiers of war. It were better, a thou-
sand times better, that the U. C. V. even now
changed its nomenclature and called our senior
officer General Commander, prefixing department,
division, brigade and regiment, down to simple
commander of camps; and to the staff, giving the
prefix before the designation of duty, but dropping
all military rank; thus making it possible for a pri-
vate in the army or navy during the war to com-
mand the U. C. V. and not feel ashamed of his,
perhaps earned, but not attained, title. The writer
went into the war an ambitious youth of nineteen,
with a military school education of four years, and
came out of the army a captain, as gazetted, but
never commissioned; now he is a “colonel,” and so
commissioned; he likes the rank, and is glad he so
did his duty in war as to have obtained the rank in
peace, but nevertheless he does not approve the
rank, and loving the cause he fought for, and jeal-
ous of its historic memories, he does not want to
see anything connected with “the cause that was,
the principle that is, the memories that cannot,
must not die,” belittled by absurd titles; especially
by our sons, who should dignify their fathers ac-
tions, so strong and self sustaining.

James G. Holmes.
“Col.” A. G. & C. of S., S. C. Div.

KENTUCKY AT THE REUNION.

An ex- Johnnie, in the Courier- Journal: I want to
suggest that the ex-Confederate soldiers of Kentucky
make a spread of some kind, and show up in style
as well as force on that occasion. I suggest that a
camp be established, say one mile this side of Nash-
ville, about , and that every Kentuckian who

served in the Confederacy, and is able, rally to it,
and that they march across the bridge into the city,
preceded by a drum and fife corps, or other military
music. If something of the kind were concurred in
by all the towns of the State and such a movement
were carried out, the oli State would show up equal
to any of ’em. If anybody can suggest something bet-
er than this, I hope they will do so. Let Old Ken-
ucky has a big representation at the reunion and
give the balance of the world a chance to see it.

Rev. D. Sullins, pastor of a Methodist Church in
Chattanooga, Tenn., in a talk before the N. B.
Forrest Camp illustrating what heroic men can do
when working together, told of the Nineteenth Ten-
nessee Infantry in the battle of Shiloh: * * * *

It was in the afternoon of the first day’s fight.
The great Kentucky chieftain, Albert Sidney John-
ston, had just fallen, but Capt. Lewis, now Judge
Lewis, of Knoxville, who had charge of the ambu-
lances for the reserve corps that day, had taken him
off the field. From early morning we had driven
the Federals from hill top to hill top, till one wing
touched the river. Gen. Bred enridge, with whom
as quartermaster I pitched my tent for many a day,
was commander of the reserve corps, composed of
Tennessee, Kentucky, Mississippi and Louisiana
troops. He sat upon his horse on the crest of a
long ridge, his staff about him and the soldiers flat
on the ground just back of the hill top. Col. Frank
M. Walker, of the Nineteenth Tennessee Regiment,
sat upon his horse at the head of his command,
within speaking distance of the General. During
the delay caused by the death of Gen. Johnston, the
Federals had planted a strong and well support-
ed battery on a hill in our front, which was raining
death among us. The Crescent Regiment of New
Orleans had been ordered to dislodge it, and the
brave fellows charged down the hill through the
brush and fallen timber, firing and yelling as they
went. They passed the hollow and began the as-
cent of the opposite hill. The watchful and quick
Yankees saw what was coming and, knowing their
desperate opportunity, turned every murderous gun
upon them. All their hearts were aching, and
those large blue eyes of Breckenridge filled with
tears, as through the rifting smoke he saw the line
begin to waver and then to fall back. A fearful mo-
ment! Death shrieking in a thousand sh( lis! Some-
body must go to the help of those brave men and
silence that battery! Breckenridge, turning to his
staff, said: “Is there a regiment here that can re-
lieve those men and take the battery?” Col. Walker,
modest as a woman and brave as he was modest,
spurred his horse forward quickly, and touching
his cap, said: “General, I think the Nineteenth
Tennessee can!” “Give them the order, Colonel,”
came the quick reply, and in another moment a
thousand East Tennesseans sprang to their feet
with a yell and swept down that hill like an un-
bridled cyclone. There they go to death or vic-
tory, my own regiment of noble boys, to whom I
preach when the day’s march is done. See! See!
On they go, their line unbroken still. O God of
Battles, shield the dear” fellows now! See! Up, still
up they go, though many a one has fallen,- O the
horrors of war! But look! The smoke is rifted.
Thank God, they fly! The hill is taken and those
death dealing guns are hushed. Hallelujah! Lis-
ten to that shout! And then the cheer after cheer
from the surrounding heights made the young
April leaves quiver with the vibrations. Well
done, brave men! You assumed fearful responsi-
bilities for home and honor, and have met them.

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REMINISCENCES OF CHICK AM AUG A.

J. B. POLI.EY, FLOKESVILLE, TEXAS.

Chattanooga, Tenn., Oct. 1, 1863.
Charming Nellie: — I wrote to you last from
Fredericksburg-, Va. Then I sat in a chair by the
side of a table and under the
shade of a maple — soie and
downcast over disastrous de-
feat, but doing mv best to
“keep a still upper lip” and
make light of it; now, elated
by a glorious victorv, I sit in
the shadow of Lookout Moun-
W tain, with my back against a
f tent post, writing on a wide
board held in my lap.
With the details of the long
and tiresome journey in box
cars from Virginia, I will not weary your patient soul
— remarking, however, by way of parenthesis, that
somewhere on the route I not only lost my knap-
sack, but the pair of No. 3 cloth gaiters which, as I
wrote you, I had refused to give to the young lady
in the Shenanc oah Valley. You may think it
just retribution, but I impute the happening to the
meanness of the fellow who did the stealing. :
The battle of Chickamauga was fought, as you
know, on the l’Uh and 2<»th days of last month.
The Texas Brigade got into position early on the
morning of the 19th, and during the balance of that
long and struggling day the booming of artillery
and the roar of small arms on its right and left was
incessant and terrific. Judging alone from the
noise, it appeared to us that every man of both
armies must soon be wounded or killed, and we
wondered much why the sound of the firing seemed
neither to recede nor advance, and why there was
none of the yelling to which we had been accus-
tomed in Virginia. And when at last it was learned
that the opposing lines were simply standing two
or three hundred yards apart, firing at each other as
fast as guns could be loaded and triggers pulled, com-
ments were many and ludicrous — the consensus of
opinion being that such a method of fighting would
not suit troops which in Virginia were accustomed
to charge the enemy at sight. One brave fel-
low said, and voiced the sentiment of all: “Boys,
if we have to stand in a straight line as stationary
targets for the Yankees to shoot at with a rest, this
old Texas brigade is going to run like h — 11.”

It is said that when Longstreet, on this second
day, heard the shouts of his men as the Yankees
were being driven back, he suggested to Bragg that
a general and simultaneous attack should be made
all along the lines. “But I have no assurance that
the enemy has begun to retreat,” objected Bragg.
“Well, I know it has,” replied Longstreet, “for I
hear my men yelling and can tell from it that they are
driving the enemy before them.” But Bragg was
skeptical and waited for actual reports from the
front, and these came too late for a movement which
would have forced Kosecrans beyond the Tennessee
Kiver and given us possession of Chattanooga al-
most without a struggle. As it is, the Lord only

knows when, how or whether we shall ever capture
it; for there is no rainbow of promise yet in the sky
of war that points in the direction of that “devoutly
to be wished” consummation.

The part of the lines around Chattanooga occu-
pied by us begins ?.t a point half a mile from the
foot of Lookout Mountain; the picket line at first
established resting its right on Chattanooga Creek
and stretching across a wide bend to that stream
again. Gen. Hood’s loss of a leg at Chickamaug-a
has devolved the command of our Division upon Brig.
Gen. Jenkins, whose brigade of South Carolinians
joined us at Chickamauga. This brigade has been
heretofore serving on the coast and is composed of
a magnificent body of men whose brand new Con-
federate uniforms easily distinguish them from the
members of other commands. I wis lucky enough
to be on picket duty a few nights ago with my
friends Will Burges and John West, of Companies
D and E of the Fourth, each of whom is not only a
good soldier but a most entertaining companion.
As the night advanced it became cold enough to
make fire very acceptable, and appropriating a whole
one to ourselves, we had wandered from a discussion
of the war and of this particular campaign that
was little tl ittering to Gen. Bragg, into pleasant
reminiscences of our homes and loved ones, when
someone on horseback said, “Good evening-, gentle-
men.” Looking hastily up, we discovered that the
intruder was Gen. Jenkins, alone and unattended
by either aide or orderly, and were about to rise
and salute in approved military style, when, with a
smile plainly perceptible in the bright moonlight,
he said, “No, don’t trouble yourselves,” and, letting
the reins drop on his horse’s neck, threw one leg
around the pommel of his saddle and entered into
conversation with us. Had you been listening for
the next half hour or so. Charming Nellie, you
would never have been able to guess which of us
was the General, for, ignoring his rank as complete-
ly as we careless Texans forgot it, he became at
once as private a soldier as either of us, and talked
and laughed as merrily and unconcernedly as if it
were not war times. I offered him the use my of
pipe and smoking tobacco, Burges was equally gen-
erous with the plug he kept for chewing, and West
was even polite enough to regret that the whiskey
he was in the habit of carrying as a preventive
against snake bites was just out; in short, we were
beginning to believe Gen. Jenkins of South Caro-
lina the only real general in the Confederate serv-
ice, when, to our surprise and dismay, he straight-
ened himself up on h 1 ‘s saddle and, climbing
from “gay to grave, from lively to severe,” an-
nounced that at midnight the picket line would be
expected to advance and drive the Yankees to the
other side of the creek. We might easily have for-
given him for being the bearer of this discomfort-
ing intelligence had that been the sum total of his
offending; but it was not; he rode away without
expressing the least pleasure at having made our
acquaintance, or even offering to shake hands with
us — the necessary and inevitable consequence of
such discourtesy being that he descended at once in
our estimation to the level of any other general.
But midnight was too near at hand to waste time

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in nursing our indignation; instant action was im-
perative, and, resolving ourselves into a council of
war with plenary powers, it was unanimously de-
cided by the three privates there assembled that our
recent guest was an upstart wholly undeserving of
our confidence; that the contemplated movement was
not only foolish and impracticable, but bound to be
dangerous; and that if a single shot was fired at us
by the enemy, we three would just lie down and let
Gen. Jenkins of South Carolina do his own advanc-
ing and driving. Being veterans, we knew far bet-
ter than he how easy it was at night for opposing
lines to intermingle with each other and men to
mistake friends, and we did not propose to sanction
the taking of such chances.

All too soon the dreaded and fateful hour arrived;
all too soon the whispered order “Forward” was
passed from man to man down the long line, and,
like spectral forms in the ghastly moonlight, the
Confederate pickets moved slowly out into the open
field in their front, every moment expecting to see
the flash of a gun and hear or feel its messenger of
death, and all awed by the fear the bravest men feel
when confronting unknown danger. Not ten min-
utes before, the shadowy forms of the enemy had
been seen by our videttes, and if the line of the
creek was worth capturing by us, it surely was
worth holding by the Yankees. But all was silent
and still; no sight of foe, no tread of stealthy foot-
step, no sharp click of gunlock — not even the rust-
ling of a leaf or the snap of a twig came out of the
darkness to relieve our suspense and quiet the ex-
pectant throbbing of our hearts. Under these cir-
cumstances, West, Burges and your humble servant,
like the brave and true men they are, held themselves
erect and advanced side by side with their gallant
comrades until the terra incognita and impenetra-
bility of the narrow but timbered valley of the
stream suggested ambush and the advisability of
rifle pits. Working at these with a will born of
emergency, we managed to complete them just as the
day dawned, and jumping into them with a sigh of
inexpressible relief — our courage rising as the night
fled — waited for hostilities to begin. But the Yan-
kees had outwitted us, their withdrawal, by some
strange coincidence, having been practically simul-
taneous with our advance — they taking just start
enough, however, to keep well out of our sight and
hearing. West remarked next m^^ning: ”It’s bet-
ter to be born lucky than rich,” but whether he re-
ferred to our narrow escape or to that of the Yan-
kees, he refused to say. * * * * Soon after-
wards, a truce along the picket lines in front of the
Texans was arranged; that is, there was to be no
more shooting at each other’s pickets- — the little
killing and wounding done by the practice never
compensating for the powder and shot expended
and the discomfort of being always on the alert,
night and day.

But the South Carolinians, whose picket line be-
gan at our left, their first rifle pit being within fifty
feet of the last one of the First Texas, could make
no terms whatever. The Federals charge them
with being the instigators and beginners of the war,
and, as I am informed, always exclude them from
the benefit of truces between the pickets. It is

certainly an odd spectacle to see the Carolinians
hiding in their rifle pits and not daring to show
their heads, while not fifty feet away, the Texans
sit on the ground playing poker, in plain view and
within a hundred yards of the Yankees. Worse
than all, the palmetto fellows are not even permit-
ted to visit us in daylight, except in disguise — their
new uniforms of gray always betraying them wher-
ever they go. One of them who is not only very
fond of, but successful at the game of poker, con-
cluded the other day to risk being shot for the
chance of winning the money of the First Texas
and, divesting himself of his coat, slipped over to
the Texas pit an hour before daylight, and by sun-
up was giving his whole mind to the noble pastime.
An hour later, a keen-sighted Yankee sang out:
”Say, you Texas Johnnies! ain’t that fellow playing
cards with his back to a sapling one of them d — d
South Carolina secessionists? Seems to me his
breeches are newer’n they ought to be.” This di-
rect appeal for information placed the Texans be-
tween the horns of a dilemma; hospitality demanded
the protection of their guest — prudence, the observ-
ance of good faith towards the Yankees. The de-
lay in answering obviated the necessity for it by
confirming the inquirer’s suspicions and, exclaim-
ing, “D — n him, I just know it is,” he raised his
gun quickly to his shoulder and fired. The South
Carolinian was too active though; at the very first
movement of the Yankee, he sprang ten feet and
disappeared into a gulch that protected him from
further assault. * * * *

Jack Smith, of Company D, is sui generis. A
brave and gallant soldier, he is yet an inveterate
straggler and is, therefore, not always on hand when
the battle is raging; but at Chickamauga he was,
and, singularly enough, counted for two. Another
member of Company D is constitutionally opposed
to offering his body for sacrifice on the altar of his
country, and when he cannot get on a detail which
will keep him out of danger, is sure to fall alarm-
ingly sick. Jack determined to put a stop to this
shirking, so, early on the morning of the 19th, he
took the fellow under his own protecting and stimu-
lating care and, attacking him in the most vulnera-
ble point, to the surprise of everybody, carried him
into and through the fight of that day. “Come right
along with me, Fred, and don’t be scared a parti-
cle,” Jack was heard to say in his coaxing, mellif-
luous voice as we began to advance on the enemy,
“for I’ll shoot the head off the first man who points
a gun at you. You stick close to me, fire at every-
thing you see in front of you, and I’ll watch out for
your carcass, and after we have whipped the Yanks
you an’ me’ll finish them bitters in my haversack.”
“But I don’t like bitters,” protested Fred in a trem-
bling voice. “I know that, ole feller, an’ I don’t
generally like ’em myself, but these are made on
the old nigger’s plan — the least mite in the world of
cherry bark, still less of dogwood, and then fill up
the bottle with whiskey.”

Needless to say that after the battle was over and
Jack had brought his protege safely through its
perils, quite a number of comrades looked longingly
at the bottle. In vain, however; Jack was loyal to

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his promise, and he and Fred were the merriest men
in Company D that night.

Discussing- the subject on the picket post the night
Gen. Jenkins interviewed us, Burges insisted that
the influence which carried Fred into the engage-
ment was a spirit of patriotism newly awakened in
his bosom; I gave the credit to Jack Smith’s per-
sonal magnetism, but when West insisted it was the
bitters, Burges and I instantly “acknowledged the
corn,” Burges saying, “You ought to know, West,
for you carry that kind of bitters yourself, don’t
you?” and then, West, not to be outdone in courtesy,
modestly “acknowledged the corn” himself and gave
us a chance to repeat our acknowledgments. That
is the reason Gen. Jenkins got none, for indeed
there was very little in the bottle and the night was
very raw and cold.

BATTLE OF EASTPORT.

The Iuka, Miss., Vidttte:

There are many people who never heard of such
a battle. There are even old citizens of this county
who have no recollection of it, although living with-
in a few miles of the place.

Eastport is situated on the south bank of the
Tennessee River about eight miles north of Iuka.
Forty or fifty years ago it was an important busi-
ness point and had several large stores and a com-
modious warehouse. * * The landing is at
the foot of a bluff of considerable elevation and the
water is deep at all times.

The battle occurred October 14, 1864. General
Forrest had just returned from his celebrated raid
into Middle Tennessee, during which, in twenty-
three days, he had killed, captured and wounded
3,500 Federals and secured a million dollars’ worth
of supplies. He had crossed the Tennessee River
at Colbert Shoals. At Cherokee Station on the
morning of the 13th information was received
through scouts that a large force of Yankees was
ascending the Tennessee River and it was believed
that a landing was contemplated at or near East-
port.

To meet this raid, troops were stationed at differ-
ent points. A force was dispatched to Eastport
under command of Col. D. C. KHley, a brave and
dashing officer, who had ach : .ed distinction on
many hard-fought fields, although by profession a
minister of the gospel. His command consisted of
about 300 men, a part of the Twelfth Tennessee
and Forrest’s old Regiment, together with two pieces
of artillery.

Col. Kelley and his brave troops reached Eastport
on the morning of the 14th, when a fleet of trans-
ports, convoyed by two gunboats, was seen in the
distance ascending the river. Kelley barely had
time to make preparations for battle.

Placing his section of artillery in position where
it commanded the river landing and masking it
skillfully, he had his horses sent to the rear and hid
his troops behind the crest of the ridge, with orders
not to fire until a signal was given.

It was an exciting time. On came the enemy’s

fleet direct to the landing. The three transports
were blue with Yankee soldiers, there being not less
than 3,000 on board, the two gunboats standing to
the north shore.

As soon as the transports were made fast to the
bank, the stage planks were lowered and the sol-
diers began to disembark.

Company after company marched ashore and they
had counted sixty horses and three cannon on the
bank.

Then the signal was given, just as the stagings
were covered with troops crowding to the shore. A
sheet of flame burst forth from the crest of the hill
while Walton’s Artillery, stationed in the old fort,
threw a shell into the troops and another into one
of the gunboats, where it was seen to explode with
terrific effect.

The cables connecting the boats with the bank
were cut, the transports drifted back, the stagings
crowded with men dropped into the water, drowning
scores of them.

Nearly 1,200 Yankees were now on the bank and
exposed to a plunging fire from the hill above, with-
out organization and without any chance of protec-
tion from the withering, death-dealing bullets. The
cooler headed ones rushed down the bank except
some fifty, who threw down their arms and surren-
dered. The transports made no effort to save those
who had fallen into the river, but backed rapidly
down the river, played upon all the while by the
Confederate artillery.

Meantime the Yankees on the shore to the num-
ber of about 800 succeeded in making their escape,
after throwing away their guns, knapsacks and
overcoats, by pursuing the retreating boats down the
river about half a mile and out of reach of the Con-
federates, where the transports hove to and took the
frightened wretches on board.

The results of this brilliant battle to the Confed-
erate troops was the capture of 75 Yankees, 250
killed and drowned, 3 pieces of rifled artillery and
60 artillery horses, besides small arms and clothing
in large quantities, also thwarting a raid that was
no doubt contemplated by this expedition. All this
was accomplished without the loss of a man.

The Yankees retired down the river, reporting
that they had been attacked by all of Forrest’s Cav-
alry and made haste to get into safer quarters.

Col. Kelley’s, now Rev. D. C. Kelley, attention was
called to the above and he confirms the story. The
Northern press reported it as “The Eastport Disas-
ter.” Dr. Kelley says:

We had only a single man wounded. We were
unable to pursue the retreating Federals down the
river bank quickly because the high weeds about
the landing obscured their movements and left us
in doubt as to the numbers not joining in the retreat.
So soon as we had made sure of those remaining by
capture, our horsemen began pursuit of those re-
treating, but found the narrow ground between the
river and the bluff impracticable for cavalry, and by
the time we had secured our prisoners, and dis-
mounted our men for the pursuit, the Federals had
outstripped us in distance.

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SOUTH CAROLINA DAUGHTERS.

They Pay Tribute to Four Color Bearers.

The South Carolina Division United Daughters
of the Confederacy held their annual Convention at
Columbia, December ‘), 1896.

Mrs. A. T. Smythe, of Charleston, who has been
a diligent organizer in the Palmetto State and had
been President from the first, declined reelection.

Mrs. Ellison Capers, Columbia, President; Mrs.
C. P. McGowan, Abbeville, Mrs. H. B. Buist,
Greeneville, Mrs. Thomas P. Bailey, Georgetown,
Mrs. C. Rutledge Holmes, Charleston, Vice-Presi-
dents; Mrs. Thomas Taylor, Columbia, Secretary;
Mrs. S. A. Durham, Marion, Treasurer. There is
a generally active membership in the Daughters of
South Carolina.

At the meeting of the Wade Hampton Chapter,
subsequent to the State Convention, Mrs. Thomas
Taylor gave a pathetic story concerning a boy
soldier. The Columbia State gives this account:

We are not working for what is unattainable.
We are not a people of humility. It is unnatural to
us not to strive against inferiority. The Daughters
are honest and vigorous in their effort to cherish the
immortal spirit which will keep working those
activities, which will have to work perhaps as na-
ture does dark work — tbe secret growing of power
below the surface of the earth — until the fullness of
time comes for it to burst out, meet the sunlight
and strengthen life. South Carolina is to go to
court some day and she is not going in a calico
dress. Our men are to take her there in the royal
presence of the world, herself royal in her own
right. Ladies, I think it is our men who must take
her there, but I think they will be partly the make-
up of women’s influences.

It is good for women to do their part; the part we
are now doing as nourishers, and there we stop.
We cannot make healthy manhood by standing in
its place and assuming its obligations.

How are we working? First, we are collecting
relics and records. Relics and records are symbols.
There is a subtle spirit in these, and if we do not
reach it and bind it to our uses we will have bread
without salt.

I was in the Confederate room of the South Caro-
lina College a short time ago when a man entered
and inquired for the picture of a boy, naming him.
He had been told that it was there and had come to
see it. He was directed to where upon opposite
pillars hung two portraits in oil — one to DeSaus-
sure Burroughs, a gallant lad courier to General
Kershaw, killed in Virginia; the other was the por-
trait inquired for. The visitor stood reading the
sketch of the life of the color bearer. He said he
was one of the detail to bury the dead of his com-
mand, who laid side by side upon the ground await-
ing interment.

“A boy hero,” he said to me, “that is what Gen-
eral Gregg called Jimmie when he turned from the
grave where we buried him after the fight. We
buried him in three barrels — knocked the heads
out of the middle one and run the end ones onto it.
The men put a rail around the grave and Bennett
cut l J. H. T.’ in the tree at the head.” I asked why
they made a difference for him and he said: “The
men loved the boy.” He was 15 years of age and
had been their color bearer.

The flag was presented at Torre’s Mill, away up
on East Bay, Charleston, by Mrs. D. H. Hamilton
to her husband’s regiment, to the command of
which Col. Hamilton succeeded when Gregg was
promoted; it went to Virginia. For “soldierly con-
duct” General Gregg made James Taylor color ser-
geant. Before the battle he said to Taylor that he
was not required to take the colors into the fight.
The reply was: “General, you gave them to me. I
will bear them.” The first shot made him shift the
staff to the other arm. The second further crippled
him and his friend took the standard. This was
the second of the four boys of whom I speak to you.
He bore the name of a relative who had remained
in the United States navy. I have heard that his
mother said to him when he was going to the army:
“Shubrick, you have a name to redeem.” Those
who remember Mrs. Isaac Hayne know that she
would naturally speak as would a Roman mother.

Shubrick Hayne was soon in his last rest. Taylor
again took the flag and was mortally wounded. In
unconscious heroism, the third boy, Alfred Pinck-
ney, held the colors until he was summoned, and
resigned them to the fourth, George Cotchett, who
finished the record made by four boys who had
done all that manhood can achieve; they had ful-
filled a mighty responsibility. This record is to
be kept by Time and the Daughters of the Confed-
eracy.

To me it seems that the social and political history
of the South from the Revolution to 1865 is focused
in the military history of these lads — Taylor,
Hayne, Pinckney and Cotche; t of Gregg’s command
— color bearers.

In the short hours of that battle at Gaines’ Mill
they tell a long story of womanhood, manhood,
statesmanship and the result. They indicate vi-
talities which acted through our past, underlie our
present and which are bound to be emerging in our
future. It was almost the nursery door which was
opened for them to pass through the field of battle
— and to death. It was the womanhood of the land
which opened the door. Women taught boys that
manhood meant responsibility; they taught them
more than narrow consideration for State interests;
they learned that they were to endure restrictions —
constitutional restrictions — and impositions which
were necessary for the interlaced interests of the
United States.

From fathers and clean-minded statesmen of those
days they learned that every citizen owed a charac-
ter to his commonwealth. Election meant that a
man was endorsed by his people because he was
worthy and fit.

Friends, Southerners have to write the history
that will continue to teach these doctrines, and I

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believe these boys can help us. To whom do they
belong-? To the up-country or the low-country? to
this family or to that? to this country or that?

“Epaminondas belongs to Thebes,

Regulus belongs to Rome” —
The boys of the Confederacy belong to us.

“They are not dead; they sleep” —
They will come to us in other boys who in turn will
become the guards of the principle for which we
struggled — the right to hold to the individuality of
the State in the united commonwealths, and her
sovereignty within herself -which individualizing
of responsibility, in my opinion, is the real safcty
of this big body of country with a Federal govern-
ment, and no government over that government ex-
cept the chances of conscience.

Our Chapter, unaided, perhaps, could raise a
mural memorial to the standard bearers of Gregg’s
command; but the State is their mother; therefore,
be it

Resolved, That the State Convention of the South
Carolina Division appropriate . . . . , for a testimonial,
whereby the Daughters of the Confederacy desire to
express their tenderness for and their solemn trust
in the boys who were color bearers in Gregg’s com-
mand at the battle of Gaines’ Mill, Va.

Rkminmschnces of Fort Donei.son. — J. M. Lynn
of Crystal Falls, Texas, writes: I belonged to R.E-
Graves’ Battery, S.B. Buckner’s Division at Fort Don-
elsonin Febuary 18h2. We arrived atDover on Tues-
day and took position on the hill in rear of the Fort,
Col. Hciman’s Tenth Tennessee supported our left;
they were on a V shaped hill and Capt. Maney’s
Battery was on their left. During the attack on the
Fort the shots from the gunboats passed over our
battery and struck the V shaped hill. I can see
them still in my memory. We remained on the
battlefield three days after the surrender.

As we marched on board the steamer to be trans-
ported North Gen. Buckner was in the crowd, the
Yankee band struck up “Yankee Doodle,” and a
Federal officer asked Gen. B. if it did not remind
him of old times, and he replied, “Yes, it also re-
minds me of an incident that occurred in our camps
a few days ago. A soldier was being drummed out
of camp for stealing; the band was playing the
Rogues March, when he said, ‘Hold on! play
Yankee Doodle, as half a million rogues march by
that tune every day.’ ”

Before we got to Louisville, Ky., it was rumored
that we would be mobbed if we landed. The levee
was packed with people who sought a’limpse of
Buckner and his “pets.” I remember George D.
Prentice was severe in his censure of General
Buckner.

We were confined in Camp Morton Prison, and D.
L. Kowell of the Second Kentucky and I escaped on
the night of March 18th 1S(>2, and walked to Owen
County, Ky.. where I left him and have never heard
from him since. I would be glad to know his ad-
dress if living. I joined John II. Morgan’s Cavalry
and was captured again at Cheshire, Ohio; was con-
fined in Camp Douglass Prison till close of the war.

MR. POLK MILLER IN WISCONSIN.

After a description of the beautiful State Capitol,
at Madison, Wis., Polk Miller, of Virginia, adds:

I visited the rotunda, in which are stored the Hags
of different Wisconsin Regiments that served in the
great war. On each there is a card, giving the num-
ber of the regiment, names of its field officers, the
battles in which it was engaged, the number of men
it had in the start, recruits added, and the number it
had when mustered out. I was struck with the num-
ber of men who fell Lorn disease, while few, compar-
atively, were killed in battle. The cards read: “— th
Wisconsin; organized at Milwaukee, July .}, ‘(>2. mus-
tered in for three years.” Then came the list of
battles — two-thirds- of which I never heard of before.

No. of men mustered in 1.180

No. of recruits received B40

2, 130

No. killed or died of wounds . ..US

No. died “f disease ■ . . . .38(3

No. died from accidents 13 512

Mustered out in 1865 i.eis

Just think of a regiment, and there were thirty
or forty just such, which had more men mustered out
of service after the close of hostilities than we had
in a whole brigade of five regiments. Every now and
then I would see where the death roll was made up
of those who died by disease or accident only. There
must have been a haif dozen or more regiments
which did not become engaged in battle at all. * * *
The library and art gallery interested me vcr}- much.
Here was stored a collection of portraits of their
leading- men. All Southerners remember that noble
man, James R. Doolittle, who did so much for us
during the dark day* of reconstruction and carpet-
bag rule in the South. He was then a Senator. We
remember Nat. Carpenter, too, but not so pleasantly,
for he was “agin us” all the time. Daniel Webster’s
priva<e carriage, with the steps folded up on the in-
side of the door, is also there. The driver’s seat is
about ten feet from the ground.

Here, too, is exhibited a section of cast iron breast-
plate, with a bullet hole penetrating it at a point
just over the heart of wearer, and bears this inscrip-
tion: “Taken from the body of Colonel Rodgers, of
the Confederate Army, killed at Shiloh.” If I am not
mistaken, I have seen this very thing before. There
was one in one of our public buildings at the evacua-
tion of Richmond, I think it was the capitol,andit was
taken from the body of a cavalryman, who was killed
by one of our pickets. As one of the Wisconsin regi-
mental Hags h;is a card saving, “this was the first
to enter Richmond and plant the United States flag
on its public buildings,” I think “Colonel Rodgers’
breastplate” was purloined by one of those fellows
and taken home as a relic. I have seen enough wood
from “the apple tree under which the rebel General
Lee surrendered at Appomattox,” in my travels, to
start a first-class lumber yard. There is a show case
full of “captured Confederate flags.” Arrong them
I could not see but two that I could read on account
of the way they were folded. One read “the Cedar
Creek Rifles, presented by the ladies of Virginia, ‘
another “the Mississippi Devils.”

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Confederate Veterai).

Confederate l/eterap.

8. A. CUNNINGHAM, Editor and Proprietor.
Office: Willcox Building, Church Street. Nashville. Tenn.

This publication is the personal property of S. A. Cunningham. All
persons who approve its principles, and realize its benefits as an organ for
Associations throughout the South, are requested to commend its patron-
age and to co-operate in extending it.

The change in the cover of the Veteran will be
a surprise after almost four years. It has long been
contemplated in the interest especially of those who
bind it. So many beautiful and valuable engravings
have been injured by the folding and exposure to dust
and handling that hereafter may be preserved. Such
changes have to be experimental, but this one is be-
ing made with care and its acceptance predicted.

The reminiscence of W. C. Boze in tribute to his
comrade and intimate friend, B. B. Thackston, page
28, will surprise many readers. In a personal letter,
Comrade Boze describes their feelings when, after
nearly four years, eventful in peril and hardships,
they were back in the little Stone Church, “on the
floor of which they again rested their tired limbs.”

The story of Sam Davis’ martyrdom, which is be-
coming a theme for illustration in the pulpit, grows
more and more interesting. A lady who witnessed
the execution, after hearing Rev. Collins Denny in
McKendree Church, Nashville, said she could hard-
ly bear even now to recall the tragic event. Her at-
tention was attracted to a crowd of men on an oppo-
site hill with one of them standing on a wagon. She
saw him straighten up as if excited and put his hair
back just as the wagon was driven from between two
posts, and the man was left suspended. She ran into
the house and told that a man had been hanged. Ad-
ditional subscriptions will be given in February Vet-
eran with the first article published after the war.

CAPTAIN QUIRK’S MARVELOUS HEROISM.

The sketch concluding this article induced further
inquiry about Captain Quirk, and Gen. John Boyd
procured data from Capt. Ben S. Drake, of which
“every word is true,” and who “was equally as gal-
lant as Qairk ” The pencil memoranda is as fol-
lows, under the heading, “Tom Quirk”:

Left Lexington, September 25, 1861, to join the
Confederate Army, and attached himself to General
Morgan’s Command at Camp Charity, near Bloom-
field, Ky., on the following day. He was mustered
into the army in front of the old church at Woodson-
ville, Ky., early in October, 1861, and was one of
the original sixty-four men who comprised the
nucleus of Morgan’s Command. As a private, he
was distinguished for his fearlessness and daring;
was with Captain Morgan in his first fight at Bacon
Creek, Ky.; was one of the most active of Morgan’s
men on the retreat from Bowling Green to Corinth;
was in the Battle of Shiloh, April 6 and 7, 1862; in
the fight at Pulaski, Tenn., May 3, 1862; and in
several “red hot” skirmishes between Pulaski and
Lebanon, Tenn. In the battle at the latter place,
May 5th, he distinguished himself, and received

special mention by General Morgan in his report.
Took part in the defense of Chattanooga, in May,
1862; was made Sergeant in June, 1862; was in the
fight at Tompkinsville, Ky., July 8th, and at Cyn-
thiana, Ky., July 19, 1862. He was in skirmishes
in Middle Tennessee. In the battle of Gallatin,
Tenn., August 12th (or 13th), Uuirk, with a few
men, attacked and drove away a large force of Fed-
erals; for this he was promoted to Lieutenant of a
company in the Second Kentucky Cavalry. On
August 20th, he took conspicuous part in a fight be-
tween Gallatin and Nashville; and again, August
21st, at Gallatin, he distinguished himself by his
valor and dash.

Quirk took part in many skirmishes during the
time Bragg occupied Kentucky; he assisted in the
capture and destruction of Salt River bridge at
Shepherdsville, Ky. ; he was slightly wounded at
battle of Augusta, Ky., where he had several des-
perate personal encounters and “killed his man” in
each. He participated in the capture of Lexington,
Ky., Sept. 18, 1862, and then he was in many skir-
mishes around Lebanon, Gallatin and Nashville dur-
ing the months of October and November.

In November, 1862, he was promoted to Captain
and given command of a company, afterwards known
as Quirk’s scouts. He was in the battle of Harts-
ville December 8, 1862, and in the skirmish at
Glasgow, Ky., December 24, 1862. Charged a bat-
talion of cavalry with his company Christmas Day
near Bear Wallow, Ky., routed the battalion and
was shot twice in the scalp. In fact, he was in
every fight and skirmish on the celebrated Christ-
mas raid into Kentucky. He saved General Duke
from capture after being wounded at Rolling Fork.
The stream was very much swollen and it was
thought impossible to take the wounded officer
across the river. Quirk took the apparently lifeless
body in his arms and carried it across the river on
his horse. He was in many shirmishes in the vi-
cinity of Liberty, Tenn.; he was in that fight of
Woodbury, Tenn., January 24th; at Brady ville,
Tenn., in February, 1863. At Milton, Tenn.,
March 20, 1863, he brought on fight and during the
battle gained the rear of the enemy and did very
efficient service, capturing about twenty prisoners.
He covered the retreat from the battle of Snow
Hill, April 3, 1863, and prevented a stampede.
Active scouting and skirmishing for the next three
months, with headquarters at Liberty, Tenn. He
was in the battle of Greasy Creek, June 1863, and
was badly wounded in skirmish on Marrow Bone
Creek, near Birdsville, July 2, 1S63 I think he
surrendered at Chattanooga, sometime after the
surrender at Washington, Ga.

Dr. John A. Wyeth, 151 E. Thirty- fourth Street,
New York City, writes: [Don’t fail to send Dr. Wyeth
any suitable data for his Life of General Forrest] :

The portrait of Capt. Thomas Quirk, of Morgan’s
Scouts, given in the October number of the Veter-
an, together with the statement that he was in “a
multitude of battles, and was wounded several times
— twice in the head and severely in the arm,”
brings vividly to my mind two interesting episodes
which I witnessed while I was in his company, in

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one of which he received the two wounds in his
head when I was within a few feet of him.

In December, 1862, I went with Quirk’s Company
on Morgan’s celebrated “Christmas Raid.” I was
then seventeen years of age, and they refused to
enlist me, but said that I might go along as inde-
pendent. We left Murfreesboro about ten days be-
fore the battle, crossed the Cumberland River at
Carthage, Tenn., and went directly to Glasgow,
Ky., where we first struck the enemy. On Christmas
day, 18(>2, about two o’clock in the afternoon, at a
little place which, I believe, is called Bear Wallow,
our company was well in front of Morgan’s Com-
mand, it being the advance guard always, when the
vidette came back with the information that the
road was full of Yankees just ahead. With his us-
ual reckless dash, Quirk drew his six-shooter and,
yelling to his company of about forty five men to
draw theirs, he dashed down the road toward the
enemy. War was a new experience to me, and it
was very exciting as we swept down the road at full
tilt. Right ahead of us, as we swung around a
turn, stretched across the turnpike, and field on
one side of the road, was a formidable line of
Federal Cavalry. The number in sight evidently
checked the tnthusiasm of our plucky Captain,
for, as they opened fire upon us and one or
two of our men were wounded, he told us to dis-
mount and fight on foot, which we promptly did,
leaving our horses with “Number 4,” and advanc-
ing some hundred yards further down the lane. At
this moment the Federals dashed in upon our flank
and rear, having laid an ambush for us into which
we heedlessly rode. They rushed up to the fence
and fired into the horse holders, stampeding the
horses, and closed in on us. Our one chance was to

climb over the fence on the other side of the lane,
which we speedily did. Quirk and I went over the
same panel, with the Federals shooting at us from
the fence across the road, not more than thirty or
forty feet distant. We got over safely without any
delay, and ran across 1he field, making the best
possible time to take refuge in a thicket. Once un-
der cover, I noticed that his face was covered with
blood, and called his attention to it. “Yes,” he
said, “those d — Yankees have shot me twice in the
head; but I’ll get even with them before the sun
sets.” He then said to me: “I want you to go to
the rear as fast as you can. Tell my men that if
they don’t come back here and help me clean those
fellows out. I will shoot the last d — one of them my-
self.” I went to the rear, rather glad of the oppor-
tunity, too, and delivered the message. By this
time Morgan’s advance regiment was coming up.
We gathered our scattered horses and. with the
help at hand, rode into the Federal camp and dis-
persed them. In the running fight which ensued,
Quirk was in the thick of it, as usual, and killed a
Federal officer with his six-shooter.

A few days later he performed a feat which at-
tracted widespread attention. While standing near
our company, which was deployed in covering the
rear at Rolling Fork River, Gen. Basil Duke was
wounded by the explosion of a shell. Although we
were closely pushed and were retreating, and the
Rolling Fork was so high that it swam the horses,
Quirk had General Duke placed astride his horse,
and. mounting behind the unconscious officer,
spurred the horse, a splendid animal, into the river
and swam over with the rest. He then impressed a
carriage, filled it with bedding, and brought the
wounded officer back to Dixie through the bitter cold.

The picture of Captain Quirk is reproduced in connection with the above account of his wonderful

courage, his patriotism, and devotion to his superior officer.
He was an Irishman, joined the company raised by John H.
Morgan in September, ISM, and surrendered at Chattanooga,
M a y 5, 1 8 6 5. He
died at Lexington,
Ky., January 13, ’73.
Other thrill-
ing reminiscences of
Capt. Quirk are de-
for the Vet-
Let his corn-
attend to this

sired

ERAN.

rades
at once.

CAPT. THOMAS QHIFK.

Richard R. Wor-
sham, of Lexington,
Ky., born in 1 8 3 9,
served in Second
Kentucky and then
with Quirk’s Scouts.
He fought in several
hard battles, and was
killed near Lebanon,
Ky., July 5, 1863.

RICHARD K. WORSHAM.

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Confederate l/eterar?.

STORY OF GEN. LEE AND THREE CHILDREN.

One evening-, the latter part of November, 1863,
my mother and her younger children, together with

a near and dear
neighbor, were
gathered around an
open fire in the din-
ing room listening
to the tales this
friend was telling
us of her childhood
and old “Sandy,
the Co achman.”
The lamps were not
yet lighted, and
the gleams of the
firelight fell upon
the eager childish faces and my mother’s pale, list-
less features, for her heart was away with her sol-
dier boy in Stonewall’s Brigade. But we children
were happy and eagerly listening to the denoue-
ment of the tale, when slam! went the frontdoor,
and, like a whirlwind, a neighbor rushed in. Her
hair was blown about her face, her eyes were dis-
tended and, wildly gesticulating, she said: “Have
you heard the news? The town is to be bombarded
to-morrow morning at nine o’clock, and everyone
has been warned to leave. Every conveyance that
can be gotten for love or money has been seized
upon. What are you going to do? I leave to-night
at midnight.” She left in as great a whirlwind of
fear and excitement as she had entered, and we
children hardly realized what it all meant, but were
reassured by our mother and friend, who, after
quietly consulting together, saw no alternative but
to trust in the Lord and stay where they were.
They were both helpless, delicate women, with
young children, and no one to look after them;
both husbands were with the army. So we all said
our prayers and went to bed and fell asleep. About
twelve o’clock a thundering rap at the next door
awoke us. It was Captain Beverly, of Spottsyl-
vania Courthouse, who had heard the tidings and
came in with a four-horse wagon to move his sister
and family out to his house, and he was more than
astonished to find us all asleep. “Why, sister, what
do you mean? I expected to meet you on the road,”
said the Captain, but our neighbor refused to go
unless we went with her. My mother argued and
reasoned with her: “You have your children, ser-
vants and household goods to save, and there is no
room for us,” but all in vain. She said if there
was danger for her, there was for us, and she would
not go off and leave us.

So a compromise was made: The first wagon
load was to be hers, and they were to proceed about
three miles from town and unload at any house that
was at that distance, and in the second load we
would come. And so it was; the second wagon was
piled high with furniture and bedding, as much as
could be laid on, and on the extreme top sat my
little sister Fannie, holding on to the ropes the
beds were tied with. In the hind end of the wagon
I and another sat with our feet dangling down, and
above us on a piece of furniture sat our friend. She

had sent her children and servants in the first load,
but refused to go till the second trip, and there she
was; a little woman
with a black sky
scraper bonnet on
over her night cap.
In the hurry she
had forgotten t o
take her cap off,
and put her bonnet
on over it. Some-
where else my little
brother was perch
ed, and my mother
sat by the driver; a
comical load we made,
smiled and cordially

and

greeted

A-

the soldiers we met
our curious party.
At last we arrived at the three mile house where it
was thought best to unload and send back the wag-
on the third time for other household goods.

The house was a small, plain, unpretentious
frame, that was afterwards turned into a hospital
for the wounded in the battle of Fredericksburg,
but that morning there was a brooding quietness
over the place, and we children, hungry, restless
and excited, could not sit still. We wandered
around and wondered to each other when the lady
of the house would have breakfast, and supposed,
of course, she would invite us to it. Had we not
been driven from our homes and breakfasts? But
the wagon and the breakfast still tarried, so we
went into the room. They were cooking breakfast,
and as the oven lid was lifted I saw such nice brown
biscuit, and I knew they were done, but the lid

was put on again,
and, disappointed
and hungry, I felt
she was purposely
putting back
breakfast. So,
hurt and i n d i g-
nant, I went to my
mother and whis-
pered: “Ma, they
don’t want to give
us breakfast here,
for the biscuit are done, and they won’t take them
up. Please let me walk on with Fannie and John-
nie, and when the wagon comes you can get in and
overtake us.” My mother agreed reluctantly, and
I started with my little brother and sister. Now,
I can see that perhaps it was not so bad as I thought
then. Maybe it was not so much a lack of hospital-
ity as that there was not enough to go around such
a large and unexpected addition to the family; there
were nine of us without counting the servants in
the two families. But a hungry and indignant
child, whose heart and hand had ever been open to
every one, does not reason much when giving is in
question. So out we went and commenced our long
walk.

At first it was very nice. We were town chil-
dren, and seldom in the country, and everything
was a delight to us — the little acorn cups, the pine
needles, etc. We laughed, we talked, we ran in
and out of the woods that edged the road, and pres-

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ently we met a brigade of soldiers, some of whom
questioned us: “Whither away, little ones? Flee-
ing’ from the Yankees? Never mind, we’ll whip
them for you!” But little Johnnie always said:
“No, we are not running- away.” We felt that we
were having a frolic, and by and by came more sol-
diers, and still more. It seemed as if they would
never stop coming; far as we could see they were
coming, so we thought we would go in the woods
and sit down and wait for the wagon, but the woods
were full of soldiers and the limbs of the trees
brushed off our hats, and the briers tore a long
rent in my dress, so I had to stop and pin it up, and
we couldn’t find the path, and we stumbled over
stumps, and scratched ourselves, and were afraid of
being lost; so out again in the road we came, and
still the soldiers lined the road, and the echo of
their tramp, tramp was heard. My heart began to
fail me, so I went up to one and asked him if there
was any more coming, for they’d been coming for
two miles, and I wanted to go back to my mother,
but he said he thought there were only a few more,
and if I went back I would have to go through
more than if I went on. So on we then plodded,
and the soldiers never stopped coming; brigade after
brigade, division after division. 1 now know it
was Lee’s Army on the march to Fredericksburg to
get ready for the fight there; and, as on and on
they came, I became frightened, and no longer
keeping the side of the road, with my hat pulled
down over ni} r face, my hands crossed in front, de-
spairingly I led my little companions right in the
middle of the road, breaking ranks. Ouestions
were asked on all sides, and many blessed us, but
none could tarry for the answer, which I was too
discouraged to give. One big Irishman grasped

my hand, and said:
“God bless you,”
as he hurried by.
I stood still for a
moment and look-
ed after him, but
was too much
frightened to
speak to him even
if he had waited.

We had now
walked five miles,
and the wagon
teams commenced
coming, and we had to dodge from one side of the
road to the other, for it was narrow here, and some-
times there was room on one side of the road and
sometimes on the other, and we would dodge across
under the heads of horses and mules, which was
still more tiresome.

In a place where the road was wider, I saw, a lit-
tle ways off, one or two tents and several soldiers
sitting under a tree before the tent, but I did not
look at them closely, for little Johnnie was begin-
ning to fag and didn’t answer so blithely that we
were “not running away,” and Fannie was tired
and cross, and I, a fat, chunky child, who nad never
walked half that distance in my life, was not only
broken down, but felt like the lost babes in the
wood, only we were lost in the big road amongst

crowds of soldiers instead of leaves. None of u<=
knew the way to Captain Beverly’s, and the big

white road still
stretched intermi-
nably out, only in
some places it was
red and streaky,
and clung to our
shoes and made
our feet hard to
lift, and the sol-
diers and wagons
kept coming. I
scarcely knew
whether it was all
a dream or not, only I was certain I was tired, so
tired.

Then two cavalrymen rode up and, addressing
me as the oldest of the party, said: “Where are
your parents and where are you going? General
Lee was before that tent you passed, and he has
sent us to take care of you and take you where you
want to go.” “Oh.” said I, “I am so glad. Please
take up Fannie and Johnnie on your horses, but I
can walk some
more, for there is
only room for two.”
“No, no,” said one
of them, “all can
ride. I’ll take the
little boy before
me, and you two
get up behind us.”
Brightening up, I
told them my tale
of woe, how “I
didn’t know the

way, and only meant to walk a little way and the sol-
diers had gotten in between me and my mother and
I didn’t know what to do. We were tired and hun-
gry and frightened,” and so I chattered on. My
heart relieved of its load was as light as a feather,
for they sympathized and condoled and said they
would take us safe to Captain Beverly, which they
did, and when the wagon came with my mother,
who had been nearly frightened to death, we joy-
fully ran out to meet her, for we too were soldiers,
and had been on a forced march.

After all, there wasn’t any bombardment for
three weeks, and our six or seven miles walk and
fright were entirely useless. We have cherished
tender recollections of that noble man who, with
the responsibility of a large army upon him, and
whilst planning his battle line, took care and
thought for three little refugee children. We also
had a long wonder, that was never satisfied, if those
biscuit didn’t get burnt.

Mks. B. M. Carter, Stephen City, Va.

The New York Observer refers to the Veteran:
It must make very interesting reading material
for Southern readers. Indeed, no one who had any
interest in the war of the secession can fail to find
his attention engaged by its pages. The editor,
Mr. S. A. Cunningham, does his work with enthu-
siasm and discrimination.

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Confederate l/eteran

” MOTHER OF THE CONFEDERATES. ”

Mrs. Anne Bowman Wilson and Her Work.

It is nearly a year since the purpose to pay a
tribute to the above named patriotic woman, “the
mother of Confederates,” was determined:

Anne Eliza Bowman, born on Christmas Day of
1812, was taken by her parents to Natchez, Miss., in
1814, her father buying- the Light House property on
the upper bluff. On August 20, 1835, Miss Bowman
became the wife of Andrew L. Wilson, who had come
from Washington County, Penn. Mrs. Wilson was
a widow for a long time previous to her death, which
occurred June 5, 1892 — her eightieth year.
□ Although Northern born and married to a North-
ern man, Mrs. Wilson espoused the cause of the
South and was zealously devoted to it to the end.

Her beautiful home — “Rosalie” — was taken for
headquarters of Federal Commanders; it was oc-.
cupied by Generals Ransom, Gresham, Grant and
Crocker. General Tuttle had Mrs. Wilson imprison-
ed for ten days and then banished her. She went
to Atlanta, Ga., and joined the family of her former
neighbors, General C. G. Dahlgren, but soon she
engaged in active nursing, in hospitals, where until
the war closed. She did much of this service in her
own State Capital and at Natchez. Testimonials
come from many sources in her praise. Comrade B. D.
Guice, who travels much in Mississippi and Louis-
iana, states that many times during the past year he

has had evidences of grateful rememberance of Mrs.
Wilson. Commander of the camp at Natchez, F.
J. V. LeCand, sends a worthy tribute to her memory:
“Although she was surrounded in her community
by others who were as zealous, she was an acknowl-
edged leader, a general in command, ably assisted
by faithful followers. Her exploits in behalf of the
Confederate soldier startle the imagination even at
this late day. Having no children of her own, her
maternal feelings were constantly exercised in car-
ing- for orphans. General Grant and his family came
to her home immediately after the siege of Vicks-
burg and re mained there for several days. One day
his little boy said to his mother: ‘ If these people are
such rebels why is it that they have the United States
flag over them?’ and she, not desiring- to wound
the feelings of those about them, said: ‘ It is not over
them, but is beneath them,’ (on the lower gallery).
From the beginning Mrs. Wilson took an active part
in behalf of the Southern cause, giving her time and
liberally of her means, and by her zeal she inspired
others. She and Mrs. Izod went to Jackson and,
with assistance, fitted up the Blind Asylum as a
hospital. They remained there for several months,
caring for the sick and wounded. On their return
to Natchez, the Marine Hospital was fitted up for
the same purpose, and they spent a considerable
time there in efficient service. So true was her de-
votion to the boys in gray that after their death she
continued to care for their graves, until she, too,
crossed ‘over the river to rest beneath the shade of
the trees.’ She was an ‘Honorary Member’ of
Camp No. 20, U. C. V., and the Veterans of Natchez
paid tribute of affection and gratitude by attending
her funeral in a body. As annually returns the day
for decorating the graves of the Confederate dead,
her grave, too, is spread with these mute emblems
of combined sorrow and love. For more than thirty
years she was one of the managers of the Protestant
Orphan Asylum, and until her death she was one of
the most public spirited women in Natchez, always
ready to lend a helping hand in any good work.”

UNITED SONS OF VETERANS.

Prof. A. F. McKissick, of the Electrical Engineer-
ing Department, A. & M. College, Auburn, Ala., re-
ports the organization of a camp of the United Sons
of Confederate Veterans. Mr. C. L. Hare co-cper-
ated actively with him. The camp was named
“Camp Pelham” in honor of Major John Pelham,
the gallant and famous young Alabamian, killed at
Kelley’s Ford. The following are the officers: Com-
mander, Dr. P. H. Mell; Lieutenant-Commanders,
Prof. C. C. Thach, Mr. C. L. Hare, Mr. L. S. Boyd;
Ad-jutaut, Prof. A. F. McKissick; Quartermaster,
Mr. Warren H. McBryd; Surgeon, Dr. J. H. Drake,
Jr.; Chaplain, Dr. J. W. Rush; Treasurer, Mr. J. M.
Thomas; Sergeant Major, Mr. J. B. Hobdy; Color
Bearer, Mr. C. J. Nelson. Various necessary com-
mittees were appointed. Dr. J. W. Rush made a
stirring and earnest talk to the members, which was
highly appreciated. Fifty-four names were en-
rolled, mostly students of the Alabama Polytechnic
Institue.

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SLAVERY IN MASSACHUSETTS.

An old clipping- turns up from the New York Com-
mercial-Advertiser that contains an elaborate review
of a work on slavery in the early days of Massachu-
setts, by George H. Moore, Librarian of the New York
Historical Society, and a corresponding member
of the Massachusetts Historical Society. The man-
ner in which the Bay State gradually adopted abo-
lition views is interesting. The book is “skillfully
arranged and pleasantly written.” The critic states:
Mr. Everett taught us to believe that Massachusetts
was always anti-slavery. He maintained that her
opinions on that point had never changed. He af-
firmed that the South and the North had once co-
incided in their views, and that what ever modifica-
tion had taken place, had been in the South, which
had become more and more pro-slavery, because of
her growing interest in the production of cotton. But
Massachusetts had always been true to her pristine
faith. Mr. Moore destroys that very delightful New
England delusion. “Massachusetts had always car-
ried herself v ith prudish dignity in the family of
States.” Mr. Moore disclosed her doing’s years ago,
and ‘ the pretty pranks she played when a girl.”

Slavery began in Massachusetts with the enslav-
ing of captured Tndians in the Pequod war. Through
fear of their escape and consequent revenge, many
of them were exported to Bermuda, the worthy Puri-
tans finding that traffic very profitable. Governor
Winthrop mentions, that “through the Lord’s great
mere}-,” a number of them had been taken, of whom
the males were sent to Bermuda, and the females
distributed through the Bay towns, to be used as
domestic servants. There is something very amus-
ing in the coolness of these proceedings. Captain
Stoughton, whoassisted in the workof exterminating
the Pequods, after his arrival in the enemy’s coun-
try, wrote to the Governor of Massachusetts (Win-
throp) as follows:

“By this pinnace }’ou shall receive forty-eight or
fifty women and children; concerning which there
is one, I formerly mentioned, that is the fairest
and largest that I ever saw among them, to whom I
have given a coat to clothe her. It is my desire to
have her for a servant, if it may stand with your
good liking, else not. There is a little squaw that
Staward Calacut desireth, to whom he hath given a
coat.” * * *

The expatriation of the Indians led to the com-
mencement of the African slave trade. A vessel, the
Desire, of 120 tons, built in (1630) was used for that
purpose. A letter to the Governor states:

” Mr. Endicott and myself salute you in the Lord
Jesus. We have heard of a division of women and
children in the Bay, and would therefore be glad of
a share, viz: a young woman or girl, and a boy if
you think good. I write to you for some boys for
Bermuda.”

The Salem slave-ship Desire brought negroes in
exchange for Indians, from the West Indies. Down-
ing, in a letter to his brother-in-law, Governor Win-
throp, (1()4S), writes:

“A war with the Narragansetts is very consider-

able to this population, for I doubt whether it be
not sin in us, having the power in our hands, to suf-
fer them to maintain the worship of the Devil, which
their powwows often do Secondly — if, upon a just
war the Lord should deliver them into our hands,
we might easily have men, women and children
enough to exchange for Moors, which will be more
gainful pillage to us than we conceive, for I do not
see how we can thrive until we get a stock of slaves
sufficient to do all of our business, for our children’s
children. * * And I suppose you know very

well how we shall maintain twenty Moors cheaper
than one English servant. The ships that shall
bring Moors may come home laden with salt, which
may bear most of the charge, if not all of it.”

The colonists tried their hands at slave breeding.
Mr. Moore gives (page 8) an amusing but unsuc-
cessful instance of this kind in the case of Mr. Mave-
rick’s negress. As a result their increase was found
unprofitable. It did not re-imburse the incidental
loss of service. Little negroes “when weaned were
given away like puppies.” The master might deny
baptism to his slaves. They were advertised in the
Boston newspapers for sale in this way: “Just ar-
rived and for sale, a prime lot of negro boys and
girls ”

By the laws of Massachusetts slaves were not per-
mitted to be abroad after nine o’clock at night; they
were prohibited from improper intercourse or con-
tracting marriage with whites.

The}- did not have quick conscience against sep-
aration of famalies. Here is an advertisement:

“A likely woman about nineteen years of age, and
a child of about six months, to be sold together or
apart.”

Commenting, the Commercial-Advertisersays:
Ah! Boston, Boston! — “or apart’* — and the mother
only nineteen years old ! These advertisements con-
tinued to appear in the newspapers until after the
Declaration of Independence.

The same arguments continued into the Seven-
teenth Century. Judge Sewell argued:

The niggers are brought out of a Pagan country
into places where the Gospel is preacheed.

The Africans have wars with one another, and
our ships bring lawful captives taken in those wars.
Abraham had servants bought with his own
money, and born in his house.

Thus sustained, the slave trade long continued in
Massachusetts. Mr. Moore gives a copy of instruc-
tions of a mercantile firm to the captain of one of
their slave ships, in 1685, directing him to make the
best of his way to the coast of Africa, and invest his
cargo in slaves. They show him how to proceed in a
critical inspection of the negroes before paying for
them; and what he must do for the preservation of
the health of his cargo, since on that the profits of
the voyage depended. His compensation among
other things, is to be four slaves out of every hun-
dred, and four at the place of sale.

The prohibition of the slave trade was at length
effected in Massachusetts in 1788.

RELATION OF SOUTHERN MASTERS TO SLAVES.

Rev. J. C. Morris, D.D., Nashville, writes: Some
six years’ago I was in Salisbury, Md., and in talk-

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ing with old citizens about war times, the question
of the negroes’ fidelity to the families in which they
had been slaves was mentioned, and this incident
was related to me:

A gentleman of family at Salisbury went into
the Confederate Army, leaving his wife’and chil-
dren at home. One of the servants, a negro man,
became the reliance about the house for protection
and general oversight. Like the great body of the
slaves of the South during the trying times of the
war, he was devoted and true, having in him the
very soul of honor. He felt that his master had
left everything — “ole Miss,” the children and “the
place” in his care. The soldier fell in the war, and
so the negro felt all the more his duties and in-
creased obligations.

The negro’s devo’ ion was quite provoking to
some of the people, white and black, and many ef-
forts were made to get him away from that family.
They tried to get him to enlist in the Federal Army
with promise of a bounty, but he steadfastly de-
clined, giving as his reason that he must stay with
his master’s people and take care of them. They
pleaded and urged, but in vain. At last they plied
him with drink, and while under the influence of
whiskey, he enlisted in the Federal Army. As
soon as he was sufficiently sobered to realize what
he had done, he was heartbroken, and he knew not
what to do.

He was marched away to join the army with other
recruits. At his first opportunity he deserted and
returned home, and told all to his master’s family,
but they could do nothing to relieve him. He was

soon arrested as a deserter and sent to prison.
Overcome by shame at the thought of having de-
serted the best friends he had in the world, he cut
his blanket into strips and hanged himself in jail.
That simple negro’s death was infinitely more
honorable than the life of many a proud man, and
it told of a noble work done by that family who in-
structed and influenced the poor slave cast upon
their hands and hearts by conditions which they
could not control.

In the fall of 1894 I was the guest of a typical
Southern family in Athens, Ala. The venerable
matron upon whose head more than seventy years
had left their frosts; she was a queenly woman
of culture and piety. During an evening’s conver-
sation I told the above incident, and I saw this
precious woman’s face glow as I talked. When
I finished she told me of what had happened in her
own family.

During the war they were living at Huntsville,
Ala. The father was dead — perhaps he died in the
war. During those years somehow the negroes of
the family were sold. This mother of the house
was greatly troubled about their sale, and though
every indication pointed to the certainty of the early
emancipation of all the slaves, she said to her son
that she intended to buy them back again. They
urged prospective freedom, and that if the parties
who owned them learned her purpose, they would
know it was merely a matter of sentiment and
would make her pay well for it. But she could not
rest and went to the men who held them. Sure
enough, they demanded full price, and that in gold.
This did not daunt her, and, making great sacrifices,
she procured the gold, and brought the three negro
men home.

Soon they were all free and the war was over.
This good woman was living with her children in
Huntsville; the three negro men were living in the
country near by and doing well. One morning they
all came to the house where she was living with
her son, and asked to see her privately. When she
came in, the oldest one, speaking for the three,
said to her, “Ole Miss, you’ve been mighty good to
us; we love you, and specially we can’t forget how
you bought us back to the old home jes befo’ the
war was over. Now, we’ve come to try to do some-
thing for you. We’re all doing well— making
more’n a good livin’, and we want to take care of
you as’ long as you live. We’ll rent you a good
house, and we’ll furnish you all the money you need
— so much every month, and you shall be perfectly
comfortable till you die.”

They meant all they said, and were able to do it,
but she nor her children would let them do it, but
the spirit was as true and noble as ever prompted
an honorable white man to gratitude.

These incidents show something of the relations
which have existed for long generations in Southern
homes between master and slave, and their name is
legion, for they are many. How little do even the
least prejudiced people of the North know of this
side of slavery! Does not this account for the un-
paralleled behavior of the whole negro race in their
Southern homes during the war which they knew to
be for their emancipation?

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MISSISSIPPI BOYS AT SHARPSBURG.

C. C. Cummings, Seventeenth Mississippi Regi-
ments, Barksdale Brigade, Fort Worth, Texas:

Comrade F. H. Venn, of Memphis, Tenn., in the
November Veteran, as a member of the Nineteenth
Mississippi, speaks of Sharpsburg, and it recalls a
part that my brigade took in that most sanguinary
battle. Barksdale’s and Kershaw’s Brigades were
the two forces under McLaws that had the honor of
successfully storming Maryland Heights at Harp-
er’s Ferry on Sunday morning the thirteenth, four
days previous to Sharpsburg, as we call it, from the
town, and Antietamthe Federals call it, from the
creek. This delayed our entrance on the battle-
field till about ten o’clock on the morning of the
17th. Our forces had been engaged all morning
before our arrival, and were resting from a success-
ful repulse of the enemy some three hundred yards
in the rear of the Dunkard Church when, and where.
we were ordered in. My part of the command
charged without halting a moment as soon as we
arrived on the field after an all day’s and all night’s
march to get there from the Ferry. I remember
the part of the field we went on was held by some
Mississippi regiment, and it must have been Com-
rade Venn’s Nineteenth Mississippi, for, outside of
Barksdale’s Brigade, there were few other Mississ-
ippi regiments in the Virginia Army. As we pass-
ed this regiment it was lying behind a rock fence and
I remember distinctly of helping myself to bound
over that rock fence by placing my right foot se-
curely on the rear of some Mississippian there re-
clining. We ran up the slope at a double-quick and
at the crest of the hill, which we gained a little in
advance of the blue boys, we met and routed them
by a single fire. We got in the first work, and blue
jackets lay thick as leaves in Vallambrosa after
that discharge. The old flag fell also, but was
quickly snatched up by a plucky boy in blue. It
fell again and again was snatched up by another.
A third time the flag went down and then we were
pressing them so that it seemed our flag, till a
Yankee ran back and slung it over his shoul-
der and ran past the Dunkard Church, trailing its
staff out in the open, beyond where they had posted
a batter}-. Six of my company followed after the
fleeing flag, seeking to capture it out in the open,
and ran into the jaws of this battery before we knew
we were “in it.” Hamp Woods and Lieut. James
rest there yet; Bill McKaven, Jerry Webb and I
were spared, as you will see. The gallant boy,
McKaven, fell in the peach orchard at Gettysburg.
The last I heard of Jerry Webb he was as good a
civilian as soldier at his old home near Holly
Springs, Miss. “Little Jes” Franklin made the
sixth of this flag party and received a ball in his
leg, but survived the war and died at Santa Bar-
bara, California.

The way that Bill McRaven, Jerry Webb and I
got out of that scrape was rather extraordinary, and
if there had not been so much danger it would have
been quite amusing. As we emerged past the Dun-
kard Church, which stood in the woodland, and
spread ourselves out in the open, for the first time we
discovered on the brow of the hill a battery, vomit-

ing grape and canister at us. This did the work
for those who fell. When the third man fell we
were still running blindly toward the battery, and
for a second or so ve made sure we would take it,
for the gunners had either dodged down or had ske-
daddled over the knoll it stood on. At any rate no
one was in sight, and we thought as we could’nt
catch a flag, we would take a battery. But present-
ly the gunner seemed to rise out of the earth and
that little battery fairly howled blood and death
and double-breasted thunder at us. The grape shot,
shrapnel, and what not, pattered around us so that
if it had been rain we would all have gotten wet.
This caused a blue-coated youth, about fifteen years
old, lying behind a stump in the field, to wince and
move as if to dodge the things slung at us. Mc-
Raven saw he was alive and started to run him
through with his bayonet, saying he “would get
one before they got us all.” Just then the memory
of a home scene on “de ole plantation” away down
South in Dixie rushed up before me quick as light-
ning, and just as quick I determined to act on the
suggestion of “ole Uncle Jake” in a lesson taught
me when a boy.

One morning on the farm. Uncle Jake was going
out to feed the hogs when he saw me with a butter-
fly. The cold, frosty morning had so benumbed it
that it could not fly, and so I had the beautiful
thing a prisoner in my fingers and was in the act
of capturing his splendid pair of golden-hued wings,
when Uncle Jake said: “Mars Carl, doan you know
what de Good Book says, ‘Blessed am be mcrcyful
for dey also shall obtain mercy?’ Dat butterfly lubs
liberty jes de same as you does, chile, or jes de
same as old Jake does, too. Don’t hurt de po ting;
tu’n him loose and let him fly to de skies, and hab
his liberty.” It had never occurred to me that the
pretty thing, or the ugly old darkey either, cared
for liberty. It was a revelation, so I did as he bade
me, and let it soar heavenward. It was this that
came up before me when McRaven would make his
thrust, and so I said: “Bill, give him tome and let
me handle him; he’s my meat!” I sprang to the
boy, in an instant jerked him to his feet with my left
hand, doubly strengthened by fear of death from
the battery, while the gunner was ramming home
another charge, and held him between me and the
battery and retreated, exclaiming to McRaven and
Jerry to get behind us and run for the rock fence at
the edge of the woods in front of the Dunkard
Church. The boy exclaimed: “Don’t kill me! I be-
long to a Maryland regiment; my father is in the
Southern Army!” I had my bayonet drawn on him
to hold him in line between me and the batterv.
The gunner stood amazed, afraid to shoot for fear
of killing the boy in blue. In this way we reached
the rock fence. I was trying to do a difficult act in
holding the boy between me and the battery and at
the same time climb over the rock fence. He wig-
gled out of my grasp just in time to let the gunner
give a pull with his lanyard. A howl of shot en-
compassed me. One ricochetted about twenty
feet in front of me and bounded up against a roil
around my body% consisting of the soldier’s bed, an
overcoat and blanket. This knocked me over the
fence without consulting the order of my going.

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and my Yankee escaped never to be seen again — in
the woods beyond the church. McRaven had also
gotten away-, which only left Jerry Webb near me,
ensconced behind the fence. I felt stunned as if I
were shot through, but it was onty a bruise, no
bones broken, which I soon discovered, after work-
ing my legs about the hip joint, preparatory to ris-
ing. I had Jerry to peep over the fence to see what
the Yankees Were doing, and he reported them
slowly advancing — “But, sargint,” said he, “they
seem like they’ve about enough from the slow way
the skirmishers are creeping up on us.” I remem-
ber reading a Texas story, when a boy bact in Mis-
sissippi, about an old hunter who was run in a cave
by some Indians — “Prairie Flower” was the novel —
and how he had the “tender-foot” to run out first
and draw the fire and thus give him time to escape.
This I tried on Jerry, and the good soul got up and
dusted, dodging behind trees, and I followed suit
after the fire had been pretty well exhausted at him.
They did nothing more than bark the trees for
Jerry and me, and I’ll bet I can go there to-day and
put my hacd on those very trees, at the very spot in
front of that old white church, which the books say
still stands there, on our left centre.

THE TENNESSEE ARMY IN 1865.

ROSTER OF THE ARKANSAS DIV. U. C. V.

Maj. -Gen. R. G. Shaver, Center Point, Comman-
der; Col. V. Y. Cook, Elmo, Adjutant General and
Chief of Staff; Lieut.-Col. J. F. Smith, Nashville,
Assistant Adjutant General; Lieut. -Col. J. J. Hor-
nor, Helena, Inspector General; Maj. T. E. Stanley,
Augusta, Assistant Inspector General; Lieut. -Col.
J. H. Bell, Nashville, Quartermaster General; Lieut.-
Col. S. H. Davidson, Evening Shade, Commissary
General; Lieut.-Col. J. C. Barlow, Helena, Chief
of Artillery; Lieut.-Col. J. M. Phelps, Walnut
Ridge, Chief of Ordnance; Col. L. Minor, Newport,
Judge Advocate General; Major P. H. Crenshaw,
Pocahontas, Assistant Judge Advocate General;
Lieut.-Col. W. B. Welch, Fayetteville, Surgeon
General; Maj. D. C. Ewing, Batesville, Assistant
Surgeon General; Lieut.-Col. Horace Jewel, Lit-
tle Rock, Chaplain GeneraJ. Aides de Camp —
Col. A. S. Morgan, Camden; Majors W. P. Camp-
bell Little Rock; J. M. Richardson. DeValls
Bluff; J. P. Clendenin, Harrison; F. M. Hanley,
Melbourne; S. A. Hail, Batesville; John Shearer,
McCrory;B. C Black, Searcy; B. T. Haynes, Hope;
J. B. Trulock,Pine Bluff; W. T. Bugg, Fort Smith,
J. M. LeVesque, Vandale. Commanders — Brig.-
Gens. J. P. Eagle, Lonoke, First; D. H. Reynolds,
Lake Village, Second; J. E. Cravens, Clarksville,
Third; C. A. Bridewell, Hope, Fourth Brigade.

Randolph Barton, Esq., of Baltimore, who was
Adjutant-General of the Stonewall Brigade serviug
in Virginia: I read the Veteran with very great in-
terest, and the heroic acts of the Western armies
are highly entertaining, but I think you fail to give
to your paper the interest vou might give by not
narrating more frequently Eastern incidents. Vet-
erans are always more entertained by reminiscenes
of events in which they participated.

Col. J. L. Power, the efficient Secretary of State,
of Mississippi, who is thoroughly overhauling that
office, has furnished the following valuable data
totifching the Tennessee Army (Confederate) on
April 24, 1865:

“Col. Kinloch Falconer was Adjutant General of
the Tennessee Army. His name was familiar as
household words in all this section in war times.
He was filling the office of Secretary of State in
1878, and when Holly Springs was threatened with
yellow fever, he went to render what service he *
could, and fell a victim to the epidemic. He left in
this office some very valuable military papers, some
of which have already been given to the public, and
will assist in making up a correct history of the
civil war.

‘ ‘At the windup of the conflict the effective strength
of this splendid army was reduced to 20,821. Com-
paring this with the Federal ‘department of Tennes-
see,’ embracing fifty-two well equipped regiments,
it will be seen how greatly the Confederates were
outnumbered.

The report is dated April 26, 1865:

HARDEE’S CORPS. Eff. Total P.

Cheatham’s Division 1,727 2,414

Brown’s Div 1,527 2,102

Hoke’s Div 2,102 2,760

894

Hardee’s Corps, Cheatham’s Division — Palmer’s
and Gist’s Brigades.

Brown’s Division — Govan’s and Smith’s Brigades.

Hoke’s Division — Kirkland’s, Clingman’s, Col-
quitt’s and Havgood’s Brigades.

Stewart’s Corps, Loring’s Division— Lowrey’s
and Shelley’s Brigades.

Anderson’s Division — Rhett’s and Elliott’s Bri-
gades.

Walthall’s Division— Harrison’s and Conner’s
Brigades.

Lee’s Corps, Hill’s Division— Sharpe’s and Brant-
ley’s Brigades.

Stephenson’s Division — Pettus’ and Henderson’s
Brigades.

Three corps. Eight divisions. Nineteen brigades.

Palmer’s Brigade— 18, 3, 32, 45, 36, 10, 15, 37,
2, 30, and 23rd Tennessee Battalions, consolidated,
under Col. A. Searcy; 4, 15, 19, 24, 31, 33, 35, 41,
and 35th Tennessee, consolidated, under Colonel
Tillman; 11, 12, 13, 29, 47, 51, 52, 54, and 50th
Tennessee, consolidated, under Colonel Rice; 1, 6,

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8, 9, 16, 27, 28, 34, and 24th Tennessee Battalions,
under Colonel Field.

Gist’s Brigade — 46 and 65th Georgia, and 21 and
8th Kentucky Battalions, consolidated, under Colo-
nel Foster; 16 and 24th, consolidated, under Maj. B.
B. Smith.

Smith’s Brigade — 1, 57, and 63rd, consolidated,
under Colonel Almstead; 54, 37 and 4th Battalions.
S. S., consolidated, under Colonel Caswell. * * *

Arkansas and 3 Conf., consolidated, under Colo-
nel Howell; 6, 7, 10, 15, 17, 18, 24, and 25th Texas,
consolidated, under Lieutenant Colonel Ryan.

Kirkland’s Brig-ade 17, 42, 50, and (>(>th North
Carolina.

Clingman’s Brigade — 8, 31,51, 61, 40, and 36th
North Carolina.

Colquitt’s Brig-ade— 6, V), 23, 27, and 28th Georgia.

Havgood’s Brigade — 7th South Carolina Battery,
11, 21, 25, and 27th South Carolina.

Featherston’s Brigade — 1st Arkansas, 1, 2, 4, 9,
25, consolidated, 3 and 22nd Mississippi, and 1st
Mississippi Battalions.

Lowrey’s Brigade —12th Louisiana, 14 and 15th
Mississippi.

Shelley’s Brigade -27th Alabama (27, 35, 49, 55,
57). 16, 33, 45th Alabama.

Elliott’s Brigade — 2nd South Carolina Artillery,
22nd Georgia Battery, Manigault’s Battery.

Rhett’s Brigade — 1st South Carolina Artillery,
1st South Catolina Infantry, Lucas’ Battery.

Harrison’s Brigade — 1, 47, 32, and 5th Georgia,
and Bonand’s Battery.

Conner’s Brigade — 2, 3, and 7th South Carolina.

Sharpe’s Brigade Sth Mississippi (5, 8, 32nd
Miss.. 30th Miss. Battery), ‘Uh Mississippi (7. 9,
10. 41, 44, and ‘Uh Mississippi Batteries S. S.l, 24th
Alabama(24, 28, 34), loth South Carolina Battery
(10, 19th S. C. Regiments).

Brantley’s Brigade 22nd Alabama (22, 25. 39
and 50th” Ala.), 37th Alabama (37, 42, and 54th
Ala.), 24th Mississippi (24, 27. 2’», 30, and 34th
Miss.), 58th North Carolina (58 and 60th N. C.)

Henderson’s Brigade — 39th Georgia Regiment
(34. 39, and 56th Ga. t, 42nd Georgia (42, 36,56, 34,
and 36 Ga. ), 40th Georgia Battalion (40, 41, and
43rd Ga.), I Con. Ga. Batt. (ICon. Ga., 1 Batt., (ia.
S. S. (>(>, 39, 29, 25 Ga. Regiments.)

Artillery — Hardee’s Corps — Paris’ and Atkins’
(Manly’s Battery) Brigades, Zimmerman’s and Wai-
ter’s Batteries.

Stewart’s, Anderson’s and Brooks’ (Anderson’s
Battery), Stewart’s Legardeur’s, Rhett’s, Barton’s,
Lee’s, Kanapaux’s, Parker’s, and Wheaton’s.
* Starr’s Battalion — Kelley’s.Cummings’, Ellis’, Bad-
hann’s, Southerland’s, Batten’s, Darden Detachment.

Palmer’s Battalion- -Yates’ Flore’s, Moseley’s,
and Adler’s Batteries (22), (1) detachment.

The following statement of date a few days later:

April 26, 1865:

II \ IIKKK’S CORPS. Eff. Total P.

Cheatham’s Division 1,941 2.513

Brown’s Hi v 1,530 2,124

Hoke’s Div 1.648 2,043

Total corps, inf 6,019 6,680

Artillery, Hardee’s 122 133

Escorts 100 126

Orand total corps 6,241 6,939

V. Y. COCK,

MftT ^ANABLE.

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STEV

Loriup’s Div

Walthall’s Div

Anderson’s I>iv . . sc.

ElV. Total P.

1,976 2.72.’.

1,981 2.777

1,896

Total infantry
Artillery

(.rand total corps.

4,768
(44

5.202

LKK S CORPS.

I- n.

Mill’s Div -j.irai

♦Stephenson’s Div 994

Infantry 8,168

Artillery g]

Escorts 47

Lee’s Corps. 3,301

I’. ‘iin- Brigade omitted, detached ai SanlBbur] <>:i guard.

Eff.
‘Starr’s Hat. An :;i;,

♦Palmer’s I’.al . \ it -ji;;

6,898
690

7,488

Total P.

2 722
1.274

3.990
104

Total P.

330
BOS

HTnttttaehed.

58!

(‘.HAND TOTAL ARMY PRESENT.

Kff.

infantry 12,940

Artillery 1,839

1 – 1^ it;

Cavalry …… 6.486

20,821

TOTAL PRESENT AND ABSENT.

Hardee’s (all 1 10.981

Stewart’s (alii …. … 88,071

tree’s (all) 16,452

April 10, 1865:

HAMPTON S CAVALRY.

Total

I IT.

Total
Prcs.

Wheeler’s Corps 1,890 5,473

Butler’s Division 1.917 2.251

Cavalry

Borse artillery 188 2211

Total Hampton’s
Correct from record.

6,496 7.95H

KiNLOtit Kit.eoNKR, A. A. Gen.

Colonel Power takes an active and patriotic in-
terest in these things. He suggests that every
Southern State should take steps, without further
delay, to compile its civil war history, and adds:
“Costly monuments to the great leaders are well
enough, but the name and record of every man who
enlisted in the Confederate Armies should be res-
cued from the oblivion into which they are fading.”

The venerable C. R. Hanleiter, an octogenarian,
of Atlanta, in thanking his son for copies of the
Veteran states: I have before encountered odd
numbers of the Veteran, and think it is a very ex-
cellent publication — conservative and strong — wor-
thy of universal support by all who wore the gray
and their descendants and friends. I would con-
tribute a reminiscence or two to its pages, but for
the loss of my diary, and the feebleness of my mem-
ory to verify names and dates. Letters of high
commendation which I received from Generals H.
R. Jackson, Beauregard, Colton, and Taliaferro,
place our command in the very fore-front of tnose
who patriotically and honestly strove to do their
duty, and that is the only kind of distinction I ever
cared for.

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THAT STAMPEDE A.T FISHER’S HILL.

CAPT. T. B. BEALL, SALISBURY, N. C.

General Early’s Army was well fortified at that
place. I commanded the Fourteenth Regiment
of North Carolina Troops, in General Rhodes’ Divis-
ion, General W. R. Cox’s Brigade, and was posted

near the center of
the line at the
moment General
Sheridan’s cavalry
turned our left.
Our brigade was
marched to the
left to intercept
and outflank them,
which we were
in the act of ac-
complishing, when
the line to our
right became de
moralized by an
enfilade fire from
the enemy and
commenced the
stampede which
swept the whole
line from the

CAPT. BEALL AND GRANDDAUGHTER, works On OUr right

and left us to face
the enemy alone on the extreme left. Occupying an
elevated position, we could readily take in situation.

By the prompt action and sagacity of our com-
mander, Brig. -Gen. W. R. Cox, we did not break,
but were marched at once by left flank on the ridge
parallel with the valley and our retreating army,
which was not being closely pursued by the enemy.
General Cox took the first opportunity to leave the
ridge and throw his brigade across the valley, con-
fronting the enemy, where we were joined by one of
our bravest and most gallant cavaliers of the army,
Major General Ramseur, who had been able to rally
a thin line of stragglers. Thus being reinforced,
we made a good line of battle to hold the enemy in
check. We fought them until dark, and then fell
back up the pike. The enemy continued in hot
haste, and General Ramseur placed his men in am-
bush, leaving the turnpike open for the enemy; and
when a good number dashed up the road in blind
haste, a severe fire was delivered into their flank,
which stampeded them at once. We had no further
trouble with them that night, and enjoyed a quiet
march, bringing up our rear in good order. It was not
long before we marched back down the valley, and
had the pleasure of giving General Sheridan and
his grand army a great scare at Cedar Creek; and
we made them do some running.

General Early never received the credit he should
have had for the work he did in his valley campaign
of 1864, where he contended with an army of 5,000
against one of the best equipped in the world.
Early had his faults, but no braver or truer soldier
to his cause existed. If he could have had a fresh
reserve to throw in after he routed them on the
morning of that battle, he would have driven Gen-
eral Sheridan out of the valley.

Captain Beall is a living sample of a Confederate
soldier’s endurance, having been wounded through
the right lung and shoulder broken at the battle of
Cedar Creek, Va. His furlough having expired, he
returned to the army of Northern Virginia just in
time for the surrender at Appomattox, after which,
he marched two hundred miles in one week to his
home in North Carolina, with the wound in an un-
healed condition. He served all four years of the war.

A pleasant story is told of “Uncle Bob” widely
known by fanciers of great horses. It was the oc-
casion of a visit by President and Mrs. Cleveland to
Tennessee. The “first lady” looking at the famous
Iriquois, said, “Isn’t he proud?” and “Uncle Bob,”
raising his hat, replied, “Madam, he knows who is
looking at him.” That “Uncle Bob” is an impor-
tant part of Belle Meade is apparent to visitors.

Graves of Confederates at Hay Market, Va.
The r’ollowingare of the known soldiers buried there:
— Haskins — Wright, Twenty- second South Carolina
Volunteers, killed at second battle of Manassas; Col.
Robt. A. Wilkenson, Fifteenth Louisiana Volunteer;
Lieut. T. H. Waddell, Second Louisiana Regulars;
Capt. Seabrook, South Carolina; Col. Moore, South
Carolina, and Captain Hulsey, Georgia. Quite a num-
ber of Eleventh Alabama are buried there also, but
their graves are not marked. A committee, comprised
of Messrs. C. E. Jordan, R. A. Hulfish and R. J.
Baker, send out a circular letter from St. Paul’s P.
E. Church, in which they offer to sell lots in the
churchyard, 24×24 feet, for $20, and 24×10 feet, for
S 1 0. They are enclosing the grounds with a substan-
tial steel fence. Inquiries addressed to any member
of the committee or the rector, Rev. G. S. Somerville,
are promised immediate attention. Contributions by
those interested in preserving these graves are re-
quested.

HEROISM IN THIRD MISSOURI BATTERY.

E. W. Strode, Commander E. B. Holloway Camp,
Independence, Mo., writes of mixing with Federals:

In the winter of ’64 our battery was ordered by
General Maury from Mobile, by way of Meridian
and Jackson, Miss., to or near Clinton, East Louisi-
ana. A cavalry company, or, perhaps two, was
there as an escort. Our orders were to strike the
Mississippi River between Baton Rouge and Bayou
Sara to help cross some troops from the West. The
cavalry lived in that section and most of them
went home. The Federals, finding out our position,
sent out a brigade of cavalry to cut us off. It was
a beautiful starlight night, and in falling back to
Kelly’s Cross Roads, we found the roads jammed
with them. Thos. B. Catron, First Lieutenant,
commanding the company, told us to roll up the
flag, as the situation was desperate. He then rode
up to the Federals and ordered a passage for us,
saying he had orders to take the advance. By mis-
take we took the left hand road when we should
have gone straight on east. Finding- out our mis-

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take, we halted. A Yankee officer inquired, “Where
are you going with that battery, anyhow?”

Catron ordered us to about, and as they made
room for us to turn, he cursed at their being in the
way. In an effort to save three of our guns when
we got back to the right road, he sent them on in a
gallop and ordered No. 1 to unlimber and open with
grape and canister right and left. _*

Upon firing the first shot we raised the yell, and
although there were only six or eight of us we
“mixed up with them” — but couldn’t keep from it.
The disorder and confusion we created was awful.
We had to punch and knock their horses to keep
them out of our way. The clatter of sabres, swear-
ing of men, neighing of horses, dismounted men,
loose horses, and our shot and shell, too, created
a thorough panic. In the tumult we got away.

I would like to know the damage done and what they
thougntabout it. The gun was “Lady Richardson.”

1KKSONAL REMINISCENCES IN THIS CONNECTION.

In connection with the “Lady Richardson” the
following personal sketches are given:

Sergeant W. J. Whitefield, of Paducah, Kv..
born in Persons Count}-, N. C , 1838 removed to
v. Hopkins-

ville, Kv..
in 1860. In
1861 he en-
listed as a
scout in the
Confederate
Army, serv-
i n g there
and in the
Ouarte r-
master De-
partment
until the
spring [o f
1 S(>2, when
he was then
transferred
to the Ala-
bama Regi-
ment then
at Corinth,
Miss. He
remained
until the
close of the
war. Com-
rade White-
field is very

proud of testimonials to brave andgallant service as
a soldier. d?”*”**’

Kev. A. T. Goodloe, now of Station Camp, Tenn.,
details his conduct at the battle of Corinth, Miss.,
October .^ and 4, 1S62, when the 20 pound Parrot
gun, the “Lady Richardson,” was taken: Mr.
Whitefield was the first man to reach the gun, and
on the next day when volunteers were called lor to
cn S ii S c Fort Williams on College Hill while the
army took up another position, he was the first to
volunteer for that duty. Soon after that battle he
was made First Sergeant of his company, (lood

I

HHfe *m

: ~ ; ‘

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&

r-

\

W. J. WHITE1-IEI.D.

oldiers were “good” foragers as a rule. Tt was
indeed “a C0[d day” when “Whit” went to sleep

hungry.

In July, 1S’)4.
Mr. Whitefield
requested
through the
National Trib-
u n e informa-
tion of the
“Dare- Devil,”
as the Confed-
erates called
the last Yank
to leave the
“Lady Rich-
ardson” at the
time of her
capture, and
in the follow-
ing « ‘ctober re-
ceived a reply
from William
Creutzman, of
L o u i s t o w n .
Mont., claim-
ing that honor.
He wrote a
long and fra-

WII.I.IAM CKBUTZMAN

ternal letter to Mr. Whitefield, enclosing his pho-
tograph, and they have become quite warm friends.
The “Lady Richardson” belonged to Batterv “1>”
first Missouri Light Artillery, and was under com-
mand of Lieutenant Cuttler when captured.

Mr. Whit e-
field in < ) c t o-
ber, 18<i’», was
married to
Miss Jennie
Brown, of
Montg omeiy
County. Tenn.,
who died in
March, 1 8 7 7.
She was a sis-
ter of Lieuten-
ant Robertson
Brown, of the
Fo urteenth
Tennessee I n –
f a ntry, who
wask i 1 1 ed at
second battle
of Mana ssas
Mr. Whitefield
in Jan. 1ST’),
was again mar-
ried to Miss
Kate, the
youn g est
daughter of
Colonel R. < \

Woolfork, of Paducah, Kv., who, during the war,
with even- member of her father’s family, was ban-
ished to Canada by the Federal authorities on ac-
count of their Southern sympathies.

MRS. \V. J. WHITEFIELD.

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A COMRADE’S TRIBUTE.

W. C. Boze’s Sketch of B. B. Thackston.

I loved, in boyhood, manhood and later years, B.
B. Thackston. He was a noble man, of sterling’
qualities, and of rare mental attributes.

Thackston and I went out together, early in 1861,
to fight for the cause which we deemed right, enlist-
ing in Company B, Seventh Tennessee Regiment,
with John A. Fite Captain, afterwards made Colo-
nel, when Lieut. John Allen was promoted to the
Captaincy. After brief drills at Camp Trousdale,
we were ordered to Virginia; but we got there too
late to participate in the first great battle fought at
Manassas.

. : We were hardened by our sojourn in the moun-
tains of northwestern Virginia, and were eager to
learn something about fighting, but long ere Lee’s
surrender we realized the horrors of war.

From northwestern Virginia we returned to
Staunton with Loring, and proceeded thence down
the Valley of Virginia, driving the Federals
across the Potomac, from Bath (under Jackson) to
Hancocl , next to Romney, to Fredericksburg, to
Yorktown, and then with Joseph E. Johnston, on
his famous retreat to Richmond. Our first regular
engagement was at Seven Pines, where we lost our
gallant and idolized Hatton. We next met the ene-
my in the seven days’ fight around Richmond, begin-
ning at Mechanicsville and ending at Malvern Hill.
At Gaines’ Mill our beloved Lieutenant Colonel —
the princely John K. Howard — fell. It happened that
Thackston and I were among the number to bear
him to the field hospital. After these heroic strug-
gles, Thackston and I were among the eight of
Company B not having received wounds, nor unable
from exhaustion to answer at first roll call.

At Cedar Run I was wounded, and not many days
afterward, Thackston was wounded at Fredericks-
burg, which closed his career as an active soldier.
Both of us were declared unfit for field service, and
assigned to light duty at Charlottesville. Soon be-
coming impatient, we applied, but in vain, for a
transfer to cavalry. Thackston was subsequently
detailed to go with a Capt. Miller to procure horses
for Gen. Lee’s Army, and just before the surrender
I was detailed to help deliver these horses. We
anticipated that we should rejoin our comrades, but
when within six miles of Lynchburg the sad tidings
reached us that Lee had surrendered his depleted
army.

Miller at once released us. Thackston and I re-
ported at Charlottesville, for we wanted to know
whether we could be of further aid to the cause, or
be honorably released. After riding all night and
a part of the next day, we arrived at Charlottesville
— sixty miles in the opposite direction from home —
and awaited orders which never came. After a few
days, having carefully considered the situation
— nearly all the Southern railroads destroyed — we
decided to go to Winchester, a beautiful village in
the Virginia Valley connecting with the Baltimore
and Ohio Railroad, hoping to get paroles and free
transportation home; but we were denied the latter,
unless we took the oath. This we refused to do,

contending for the terms of Lee’s surrender.
The officer of the post tried to advise us, saying
that the war was over and we would have to take
the oath when we got home. We replied that we
“went out of the Union with Tennessee, and will
go back with her. If her people take the oath we
will, but we can’t take it for free transportation.”‘

When paroled, we filled our havesacks with cheese
and crackers and turned our faces up the once beau-
Valley of Virginia, but were then 160 miles
further from home than when Miller released us,
but still determined to demean ourselves creditable
to Confederate soldiers. j

On every side were evidences of the devastation and
ruin which Sheridan had wrought. Splendid barns
had been burned and all the fences demolished.
The Virginians were already repairing the damages,
making- crops without fences. Day after cay, for
over two weeks, we tramped on sleeping in out-
houses or under trees, declining beds kindly offered.

By a strange coincindence, footsore and weary,
we reached, about dark one day, the same old stone
church where our regiment had camped in 1861,
which the older residents informed us was erected
long before the Declaration of Independence. In
1861 the citizens hauled our regiment wood to
cook with to save the beautiful oak grove surround-
ing this church. There was a quaint little stone office
near the church and again Thackston and I found re-
pose on the floor. Those trees through those eventful
years, were left, although alternately, Federals and
Confederates had occupied that country. This spot m
alone was spared, with sacred and historic inter-
ests. Around this church there are still traces of
the breastworks thrown up by the American patriots
during the Revolutionary War, against the Tories.

On our way the Virginians were universally
kind, always giving us bread on application. When
we reached the East Tennessee and Virginia Road
at Salem, our longing for home increased. Soldiers
from the Western army returning to Virginia and
North Carolina, told us that it would be extremely
hazardous to attempt to pass through East Tennes-
see, and we had lived through too many horrible
scenes on the battlefield to invite further risks, so
we decided to stop for the time and offer our ser-
vices to some farmer for board. Jacob Woolwine,
who owned a farm on New River, in Pulaski
County, Va., accepted our proposition. Faithfully
we performed the different tasks assigned us. He
had just finished planting corn, and we stayed until ^
his crop was “laid by,” his wheat cut and hauled
up, and his hay safely housed. The fare was ex-
cellert and our stay there was very pleasant. The
Woolwines were refined people and it was especially
fortunate that we fell in the society of such a de-
lightful family. They were devout Christians.
Every night and morning we joined them in family
prayers. Mrs. Woolwine and her daughters wove
and made for us two pairs of pants, each, from
home-spun flax, also two pairs of socks — very ac-
ceptable gifts. We reached our homes about the
middle of August, 1865.

Some incidents from my comrade’s experience will
illustrate his magnanimity and benevolence of spirit.
A man in our company always sought the sheltered

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places in battle. Our brave and generous Captain
placed this timid soldier under Thackston’s charge,
with instructions to use the bayonet if necessary to
force him into battle. He faltered when the “min-
ie” balls began to sing around him, although Thack-
ston repeatedly pushed him with the bayonet. At
length perceiving that neither persuasion nor com-
pulsion was of any avail, the brave Thackston or-
dered the weaker comrade to the rear and turned to
enter the conflict in earnest. At another time an
Irish teamster — an irascible, besotted wretch — who
drove a wagon for Captain Miller with cooking
utensils, tents, etc., one morning when everything
was in readiness for their departure, stolidly refused
to drive his team, and no argument could induce
him to do so. Thoroughly exasperated, Capt. Miller
ordered Thackston to load his gun and shoot the mu-
tinous driver if he continued to persist. The order
was given, “One!” “Two!” “Three!” but when tha
word “Fire!” came, Thackston’s manly heart refused
to execute the command. He lowered his gun and,
turning to his officer, said, “Captain, / can’t kill
him, but I’ll put him in the wagon.” Miller replied:
“Do as you please, Thackston.”

Thackston and I married the same year; we located
within a few miles of each other, and were ever
closely associated. I never knew a more coura-
geous, loyal and honorable man, one who was never
swayed by public sentiment, but always dared to
follow the dictates of his heart.

But my sorrow ovecomes me when I try to write
the last sad details of this noble man’s life. On
Saturday 7 night, November 21, 18%, this friend and
comrade met with us at the Masonic Lodge, Snow
Creek, Elmwood, Tenn. He sat against a low cur-
tained window and, on accidentally leaning, he fell
through the window nearly twenty feet, and sus-
tained injuries from which he died in a few hours.
We were not only fellow-members of that Lodge,
but also of the E. L. Bradley Bivouac, Riddleton,
Tenn. With the physicians and other anxious
friends, I stood at his bedside until his true life
went out at midnight, and I continued my watch
through the remaining hours. On November 22nd,
the Sabbath day, we laid him to rest with Masonic
honors, in the family burying ground. He leaves a
devoted wife and family of interesting children, for
whom he had provided a lovely home.

The Confederate cause we loved so well is gone,
Thackston is gone, and I feel that I am swiftly ncar-
ing the shore of eternal rest!

REWARD FOR FAITHFUL SERVICE.

Col. A. G. Dickinson, of the New York Camp Honored.

W. R. Hanleiter, Griffin, Ga. : At second Frede-
ericksburg I had the honor to be commanded by
Pelham, and while on the field at our right near
Hamilton’s Crossing, General Stewart and Pelham
both came very near where I was, and directly a
tall, black-haired man passed us on a horse, and
went running the gauntlet between our lines. I
asked Major Pelham who he was, and he replied:
“One of the greatest scouts in the Confederacy.
His name is Burks,” or I understood it as that. 1
never learned anything more of the man. Who
can tell us about him?

The following report of an interesting and worthy
event was left over from the December Ykykkan:

A formal ceremony was had in the beautiful
address of Maj. W. S. Keiley. While it is of much
compliment to the Commander of that Camp,
he certainly deserves it, for the beautiful burial lot,
ornamented by a magnificent shaft of granite fifty-
one feet high (.exactly like the Washington monu-
ment in form) upon a broad granite base nine feet
high, and a burial fund in bank for any emergen-
cy, is an achievement deserving high praise. It
will be remembered that the principal donor to that
grand structure was Mr. Rouss.

Mr. Commander: To me, Sir. has been assigned
the pleasant duty to-night of presenting to you this
tastefully bound memorial volume, containing the
resolutions offered by our worthy comrade, Dr.
Winkler, as a slight evidei ce of that esteem and
regard in which you are. and ever will be, held by
each and every comrade in this Camp.

It is only a few :/,

years since, Sir,
that a mere hand-
ful of the rem-
nants of those
who wore the
gray, filled with
the memories of
the past and ac-
tuated by a chari-
ty for the old
comrades who
needed assistance
i n t h e present,
met in the study
of our first and
well beloved
Chaplain, Dr.
Page, and there
planted the seed
from which’ has
sprung this
Camp, the first organized north of the Potomac.

Some of those who were active with us there have
“crossed the river” and sleep that untroubled sleep
of Death which will know no awakening until the
bugle call of Eternity — for them we cherish the
most affectionate remembrance.

Others who then seemed tireless in their well-
doing have since, in the busy mart of Life, where
the hurrying feet lead but to the goal of Avarice
and gain, forgotten the pathetic calls fur charily
for these we feel a sad regret — and yet. Sir. the
Camp has prospered beyond the most sanguine hopes.
They builded wiser than they knew when they
begged you to become their first Commander, and
when, as the years rolled by, you wished that others
should share the honors which you had done so

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much to embellish, while acceding to your wishes,
they still looked forward to the time when you
again would take the helm.

It was in you, Sir, that they trusted, as did the
Children of Israel in the strange land, to be their
pillar of fire by night and cloud by day to guide
and direct their footsteps.

In the lexicon of esteem and regard there are
many apt words and fitting phrases, but I, Sir, am
onl) T a stuttering student of its flowery pages.

Flattery, Sir, is but insipid praise, and the em-
barrassment of my position to-night is accentuated
by my inability to find the words with which to
express my thoughts.

Would that some other had my place — some one
more worthy than I — some one whose silvery voice
m fitting words might weave a chaplet of roseate
hues — some one who could tell in tender phrase that
which I can only say in homely talk. It is not left
for me to say, Sir, what you have done.

In that great Pantheon of England’s dead, where
the ashes of Sovereign and Subject have together
commingled with Mother Earth, upon the marble
slab which marks the spot where lie the remains of
Sir Christopher Wren are these lines:

“Si monumemtum queris circumspice.”

If you seek his monument, look around you — and,
Sir, nor bronze bust, nor stately obelisk, nor gran-
ite shaft, nor marble group that adorns that mag-
nificent “God’s Acre” of London, Westminister
Abbey, tells a more fitting story — and, Sir, borro v-
ing the thought so beautifully expressed upon that
consecrated tablet, I can say to comrades, in speak-
ing of you, “Si monumentum queris circumspice.”

Look around you and see here men who have
sacrificed all and braved everything — men who have
followed the stubborn Longstreet and galloped
with Ashby — men who have marched through the
valley with Jackson and climbed the Round Top
with Pickett — men who rode with Morgan and
charged with Stuart; yea, Sir, men who, with
steady step and without a murmur, were willing to
march into the very jaws of death when Lee gave
the order.

Theirs not to reason why,

Theirs not to make reply,

Theirs but to do and die.

These men you see, coming forward with that
sweet tenderness and abiding confidence that marks
the blushing maiden in her first ecstacy of requited
love, bringing this little testimonial not to be
judged by its intrinsic worth, but by the warmth of
heart that prompts its gift.

And now, Sir, fit and crowning capstone to your
unselfish and untiring work in our behalf is this
granite obelisk whose apex pointing to heaven in
yonder graveyard is there to stand through coming
ages, to perpetuate forever the memory of our dead.

Fit and crowning capstone to your present work,
for, Sir, we pray that the Giver of all good may de-
cree that you shall long remain with us, and that
the years to come shall fall as lightly upon your
honored head as the gentle snowflakes upon the
sturdy oak.

BADGE OF N. Y. CAMP.

TUKNIXG TO MR. C. B. ROUSS.

It seems to me but fitting, if
I be pardoned the digression,
to speak one word of praise of
him who has always responded
to your call, and who now is
groping darkly in this world
of light and life, crying by the
roadside: “Jesus, Son of David,
have mercy on me, and grant
that I may see.”

If the prayers of the widow
and the orphan can reach the
heavenly throne, there should
be relief for our afflicted com-
rade, whose heart strings, like
some .Eolian harp, respond in golden notes to the
plaintive winds of sorrow that sweep across the
chords. I need hardly mention the name of Charles
Broadway Rouss.

This obelisk then, Sir, reared upon ground which
was once looked upon by us as the enemy’s land,
and amid a people who once buckeled belt and drew
sabre in mortal combat against us, stands to-day,
and will stand amid the ruin and decay of Time, a
beacon light to the world of that patriotism which
Americans alone can feel.

When the martyred President was shown the field
over which the gallant boys followed Pickett in
the charge at Gettysburg, as the t( ars of mingled
grief and joy coursed down his rugged cheeks, he
exclaimed, “Thank God, these men were my broth-
ers,” and, Sir, that is the sentiment that makes us
Americans.

Now, Sir, as I said, this obelisk raised as it has
been chiefly through your untiring exertions has
been ineeed a fitting crown to your work, and when
there shall be cut into the granite block some suita-
ble inscription showing that this shaft is consecra-
ted to the Confederate dead — soldiers who com-
manded the admiration of their foes in the hour of
victory and won their esteem in that of defeat, it
should also appear that this granite obelisk was
raised by the Confederate Veteran Camp of New
York through the untiring devotion and unselfish
charity of Andrew G. Dickinson, its first Com-
mander.

“Si monumentum queris circumspice.” Look
around you, and each mound consecrated to the
memory of the gallant boy in gray, whose dust is
commingled with Mother Earth in that hallowed
plot, will be a silent witness to the memory of our
first Commander.

My duty is done — accept then, Sir, this little to-
ken in the same spirit that prompts those boys of
’61 in giving it, and let me assure you, Sir, that not
only to them, but to their children, it will- be a
sweet heritage to keep in mind the memory of the
Confederate Veteran Camp of New York and its
first Commander.

Eugene M. Bee, Brookhaven, Miss., wishes to
procure information of John R. Miot, who carried
the flag of the grand old “Palmetto Regiment”
of Charleston in the Mexican war, and who was a
member of the Crescent Rifles in Dreux’s Battalion.

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STONE’S RIVER BATTLEFIELD AND NA
TIONAL PARK ASSOCIATION.

The officers and directors of the above named
Association in an address state that the enterprise
has been set on foot by a number of the old soldiers
of Rutherford County, in which the field of battle
is situated. They are about equally divided in
number, as between the Union and Confederate ar-
mies. These veterans think that the best monu-

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ment that can possibl} r be erected to the heroism
and devotion, both of the living and the dead, would
be the preservation of the field of battle as a Na-
tional Park under the authority and auspices of
the General Government.

The geographical location of the field is much in
its favor. It is but twenty-seven miles south of
Nashville, the capital of the State, and is easily ac-
cessible from every part of our country. A great
thoroughfare, the Nashville, Chattanooga, and St.
Louis Railway runs midway through the field.
There are three turnpike roads which furnish easy
and convenient access to every part of it. Stone’s
River encircles it on two sides, and its topographi-
cal features are of such character that it will readily
admit of improvement and adornment at moderate
expense. Such a park would possess a permanent
historical value in the preservation of landmarks

and the placing of enduring tablets for battles and
locations of troops, batteries, etc., during that great
battle.

The Association has obtained options on the land
embraced in the battlefield. In most cases the
prices asked have been reasonable, and a very lib-
eral disposition has been shown bv owners favora-
ble to the formation of the park. The area is 2,400
acres, embracing, practically, all the land which
was the theatre of important military operations.
The proposed park has the hearty sympathy and

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favor of all our people; they cherish a becoming
local pride in the familiar ground, which has be-
come forever famous as the scene of a great conflict.
The following is the language of the patriotic
appeal: In the spirit of the broadest patriotism, we
have proposed a work worthy of a generous and
great people. We are survivors of both armies.
Having long since dismissed from our hearts all the
antagonisms of the past and honoring the brave
men of both sides, looking back sadly, yet proudly,
upon our heroic dead, whose blood made sacred the
field of Stone’s River, we trust that our labors will
receive the approval of our countrymen, and that
this field will be set apart under national authority
as a perpetual witnesssof valor, devotion and chival-
rous feats of arms never surpassed in American
history. The Battle of Stone’s River was one of
the greatest conflicts of arms that ever took place

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on the Western Continent, in which were engaged
more than sixty thousand American soldiers — the
flower of American manhood and chivalry. From
the headwaters of the Mississippi, and from its
mouth on to the Gulf, and from all the States which
lay between, came the men who, on the thirty-first
day of December, 1862, and the first and second of
January succeeding, stood in opposing lines, and
gave fresh proof of the steadiness and devotion of
Southern and Northern troops on the field of deadly
conflict. And that which will ever add a pathetic
and realistic interest to this field, and to the pro-
posed park, is that at its center is the beautiful
National Cemetery, in which repose the heroic dead
of the Union Army. They are the silent witnesses
of the valor and devotion of a people great .of heart
and in arms. Within the sound of a bugle in the
beautiful Evergreen Cemetery rest the soldiers of
the South, unsurpassed in valor in the world’s his-
tory and partners with their sleeping Union com-
rades in the glories of this field. Fitly to perpetu-
ate these glories is the purpose of our Association,
and, therefore, we appeal to the survivors of that
battle and other soldiers, and to the patriotic citi-
zens of our common country, to aid us in carrying
to completion the sacred enterprise which we have
undertaken.

DIRECTORS.

The officers follow; the three first named are
President and Vice Presidents: Charles A. Sheafe,
Captain Fifty-ninth Ohio Volunteer Infantry; Wm.
S. McLemore, Colonel Fourth Tennessee Cavalry,
C. S. A.; Carter B. Harrison, Captain Fifty-first
Ohio Volunteer Infantry; David D. Maney, First
Tennessee Infantry, C. S. A. ; Charles O. Thomas,
Captain Ninth Michigan Infantry; James O. Oslin,
Second Tennessee Infantry, C. S. A.; Flemmon
Hall, Ninety-ninth Ohio Volunteer Infantry; As-
bury M. Overall, Eighteenth Tennessee Infantry, C.
S. A.; Hon/ Horace E. Palmer, son of Gen. Joseph
B. Palmer, deceased, of Tennessee, C. S. A.; Jesse
W. Sparks, Ir., son of Jesse W. Sparks, deceased,
who was Adjutant Eighth Texas Cavalry, Secretary.

THE HAZEN MONUMENT.

Jesse W. Sparks, Secretary of the Association,
writes a sketch from which the following is taken:

About two and a half miles west of Murfreesboro
between the Nashville railroad and turnpike stands
what is known as “HAZEN’S MONUMENT.”

It is constructed of native limestone, smoothly
dressed, is ten feet high, and nine teet square. It
has been enclosed recently in an area at Government
expense, with a stone wall four feet high and nine-
ty by thirty-six feet. Inside this wall are fifty-five
tombs or headstones, marking the graves of four-
teen soldiers Forty-first Ohio Infantry, twtnty of
the 110th Illinois, nine Ninth Indiana, nine Sixth
Kentucky Infantry, with one First Ohio Artillery,
and two unknown.

It was erected while the Federal Army occupied
Murfreesboro in 1863. It was built by artisans who
belonged to the command of rock quarried on the
battlefield, and is the first instance on record. – _^

This is said to have been the initial movement
whereby the United States Government seemed ;to
conceive the idea of gathering up her dead soldiers
and interring them together, and in the establish-
ment of National Cemeteries, such step never before
having been taken, Revolutionary soldiers were not
so honored. ***** *

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ERECTED WHERE THEY FELL.

On the South side this inscription is to be seen:
“Hazen’s Brigade, to the Memory of Its Soldier’s
Who Fell at Stone River, December 31, 1862.”
“Their faces toward heaven, their feet to the foe.”
There was inscribed afterward “Chickamauga, Chat-
tanooga.” East side: “The Veterans of Shiloh
have left a deathless heritage of Fame on the field
of Stone River.” North side: “Erected 1863, upon
the ground where they fell, by their comrades.”
It names many there buried with rank and com-
mand. West side: “The blood of one third its sol-
diers twice spilled in Tennessee, crimsons the bat-
tleflag of the Brigade.”

The monument is massive and very handsome.

A. M. Nathans, of First Florida Regiment, now
of 163 East 93rd Street, New York City, inquires
for Col. Larry W. O’Bannon, who was Chief Quar-
termastt r on General Bragg’s Staff until after the
Kentucky campaign. The record assigns him as
Major of First Battalion Confederate Infantry.
When last heard of he was living in Nashville, Tenn.

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FORT DONELSON TO CAMP MORTON.

The picture of Camp Morton is not a good frontis-
piece; a more cheerful reminiscence would be bet-
ter. Ah, the pathetic memories of the survivors!
The dim scenes will revive to them much of suffer-
ing and privation. The writer recalls along with
it Fort Donelson and the bitter days of freezing and
of starvation from the 13th of February until the
16th, Sunday, and of the bitter wail in mud and ice
while each prisoner was being examined to see that
there was nothing “contraband” upon him before
he was sent off to prison; then the 2,200 men on
one boat, with but a single stove to warm by, and
the day on the way from Cairo to St. Louis, when a
genial sun for a few minutes caused so many of us
to go to the sunny side of the boat. The captain
was alarmed lest the boiler burst on the ereened
vessel, and pleaded that we get away from that
side. The only dread of the boat going down was
the cold water, in which blocks of ice as large as
houses were floating.

There is recalled, too, the journey from St. Louis
to Indianapolis by rail, and the goodness of Ouaker
women, who, having been notified of our starving
condition, were ready as the train would slow up
at their towns to run through the snow with frit-
ters and back again for more — as good Samaritans
as ever lived!

Ah, too, the sad contrast is recalled when, on
reaching Indianapolis, thousands of city people
lined the streets through which we marched to
Camp Morton, some two miles, who, instead of hav-
ing hot fritters for us, stood stiffly in their sealskins,
and many ridiculed us in our horrid plight.

Night came on in Camp Morton, as we stood in
mud freezing about our feet, waiting to be assigned
to quarters, which were in the horse stalls of the
old fair grounds. The writer was fortunate enough
to get under a stove located in the central passage-
way of Division ‘>, and slept snugly there.

Weeks followed our confinement before we were
reasonably fed. The entire day’s ration would be
eaten immediately after the issue.

It was not intended to give in this connection
these person -i 1 reminiscences, but the article de-
signed must be deferred.

TRIBUTE TO JOSIAH ARRASM1TH.

Formal Resolutions Passed by Pat Cleburne Camp, 252.

TO NATIVE TENfMESSEANS.

Mrs.Hirdie Gleaves Patterson, of 312 N. Vine St.,
Nashville, has conceived a beautiful idea in connec-
tion with no n- resident Tennesseans and the Cen-
tennial Exposition. Those who are proud of their
nativity and would like to have an idenlilv with
the Volunteer State in its worthy rec >rd of achieve-
ments are requested to wriu to Mrs. Patterson for
the plan. The Veteran commends it cordially,
and will have more to say of it hereafter.

Reference was made in the December Vktkkan
to Commander Arrasmith, to whose memory the
following resolutions of respect were recorded:

Whereas, Our Merciful Heavenly Father has this

^\.i\ removed from our midst to “a house not made

with hands, eternal in the heavens,” our highly

nied friend and comrade, Josiah Arrasmith,

immander ol our Camp from its

lization, and who had spent the best years of

his strong young manhood battlintr for the

i held dear, and in his last days was always
to extend a helping hand to unfortunate com-
rades who needed his assistai

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Resolved, That, recognizing the justice and love
of our Divine Master, we dutifully bow to the wis-
dom of the work of His hand;

That the sad event has brought grief not only
upon the family, but upon the comrades of the
Camp he had so long presided over as Commander;

That as a Camp we mourn his death, and fully
realize that we have lost one of our most useful
members, the community an honorable and upright
citizen, and that we sincerely tender our heartfelt
sympathy to the family of our deceased comrade in
their great affliction, and commend them for com-
fort to that Power which, alone, can give comfort
to the afflicted;

That a copy of these resolutions be spread on our
record book and a copy be scut to the family of our
departed comrade.

A. W. Bascom.J. M. Brother, Win. 1′. Conner. Wm.
Darker. W. R. Deters, Sr., J. T. Young, John V>

Bethel, Ky., Decembers, 1896.

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DAUGHTERS OF THE CONFEDERACY.

Extracts from Concluding: Report Read at the Nashville
Convention of United Daughters of Confederacy.

Mrs. A. M. Raines, acting- President U. D. C,
reported that on May 12, 1896, she received a tele-
gram from Mrs. John C. Brown expressing regret
that she “must resign the Presidency of the U. D.
C,” and that, without favorable reply to request
that Mrs. Brown reconsider the matter, she as-
sumed the duties of President. Mrs. Raines stated
also that she practically assumed the duties of Cor-
responding Secretary as well, that officer having been
in Europe much of the time. There were at that
time sixty Chapters, and the increase was to eighty-
nine. She had written 618 letters and 152 postal
cards, which figures give some idea of her work.
For “efficient aid,” she gave Recording’ Secretary,
Mrs. J. Jefferson Thomas, high praise.

Mrs. Raines called attention to the funds in
the hands of the Treasurer, stating that some dis-
position should be made of this surplus; that “we
are not organized for commercial purposes or for
the accumulation of money. We should decide on
some amount as a reserve fund and let the remainder
ke judiciously distributed.”

GRAND DIVISION IN VIRGINIA.

“Last July a society called the ‘Grand Division
of Virginia’ decided by vote, at a meeting- held in
Richmond, to seek admission to this order. Their
President, Mrs. Jas. M. Garnett, wrote me stating
the terms and conditions under which they would
join. As these were considered in direct opposi-
tion to our Constitution, I replied that their wishes
would be placed before this Convention. I have re-
ceived letters from different members of our organ-
ization urging me to set aside our Constitution so
as to admit them. But my interpretation of the
duties of a President is to protect this Constitution
under all circumstances. When changes are to be
made it must be by the voice of this body alone,
and no one, whether President or otherwise, has
the power to take from or add to it.

“The conditions named by Mrs Garnett, as
stated before, were such as I could not accept, and
when this subject is discussed, 1 sincerely trust you
may be gu>ded in your decision by your loyalty to
your Constitution, and that nothing will be done to
conflict with the laws therein stated.

“I would suggest for your careful consideration
the importance of rotation of officers and also of
not allowing one person to hold more than one
office at a time, feeling assured that by firmly ad-
hering to this rule you will greatly increase the in-
terest.

“And now, before closing, let me ask you all cot
to have the impression that these conventions are
held solely for social enjoyment and a passage of
words. Let none think these four walls are the
only field for work and go home to remain inert
until the time rolls around for our next meeting.
* * * No, my friends, ht us look upon these
gatherings as a place to come to be refreshed, as it
were, and to get renewed courage to go home filled

with the determination to let the year before us
find at its close not one neglected soldier’s grave in
our vicinity.

“Let me thank you for your patience, and ask
that, in all the discussions that may arise, you will
ever keep the holiness of our work before you, re-
membering we are not a body of discontented suf-
fragists thirsting for oratorical honors, but a sister-
hood of earnest, womanl}- women, striving to ful-
fill the teaching of God’s word in honoring our
fathers.”

REPORT OF THE RECORDING SECRETARY.

Mrs. J. Jefferson Thomas, Recording Secretary,
reported the annual convention of the U. D. C,
held in Atlanta, Ga., Nov. 8, ’95, naming the officers
there elected: Mrs. John C. Brown, of Nashville,
President; Mrs. L. H. Raines, of Savannah, Vice
President; Mrs. J. Jefferson Thomas, of Atlanta,
Recording Secretary; Mrs. I. M. Clark, of Nashville,
Corresponding Secretary; Mrs. Lottie Preston Clark,
of Lynchburg, Va., Treasurer.

Mrs. Brown resigned in consequence of ill health
in the early spring, and Mrs. L. H. Raines has acted
as President of the U. D. C. She gave special credit
to Mrs. Raines and Mrs. Lottie Preston Clark, with
whom it had been “a great pleasure to be associated;”
to Mrs. John P. Hickman, of Nashville, Mrs. Helen
C. Plane, Mrs. J. K. Ottley, of Atlanta, Mrs. A. T.
Smythe, of Charleston, and others who had “les-
sened the duties of your Recording Secretary.”

After mentioning the increased strength since
last year, she stated there were applications for other
Chapters. The organization extends over fourteen
States, from Maryland to California, including the
District of Columbia and the Indian Territory.

Last year there were no State Divisions; during
the present year Divisions have been formed in
Virginia, Tennessee, Georgia, Texas, South Caro-
lina and Florida, and Alabama, Mississippi and
Arkansas have the requisite number of Chapters
and will soon form Divisions.

A large number of certificates of membership
have been issued during the year. They are elec-
trotyped and are a beautiful and valuable posses-
sion. Handsome badges perpetuate the memories
of ’61-’65.

The States came into the union of the Daughters
of the Confederacy in the following order: Tennes-
see, Georgia, North Carolina, South Carolina,
Texas, Virginia, Maryland, Kentucky, Florida and
the District of Columbia. Those States were rep-
resented last year by one or more Chapters. Georgia,
Tennessee and Texas have cause to be proud of
their rapid increase during the present year. The
Executive Officers, State Presidents and members
have worked with enthusiasm.

In February, 1896, the first, or charter, Chapter
was formed in Meridian, Miss. They now have
one more than the requisite number to form a State
Division, the Chapters being located at Meridian,
Columbus, Vicksburg, and Greenville. The Char-
ter Chapter in Arkansas was formed at Hope, in
March, and with other Chapters at Little Rock,
Hot Springs and Van Buren, Arkansas has a right
to a State Division.

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The Stonewall Jackson Chapter was formed at
McAlester, I. T., in March, 1896.

The Winnie Davis Chapter, of Berwick, La., was
granted a Chapter in May, and another Chapter has
been formed in New Orleans, with a large member-
ship.

The Albert Sidney Johnston Chapter, at San
Francisco, Cal., was chartered in August, with
Mrs. Wtn. Pritchard, the daughter of Gen. A. S.
Johnston, as President.

Three Chapters are named for Winnie Davis — at
Galveston, Texas, Meridian, Miss., and Berwick,
Louisiana.

If the increase in membership is in proportion to
the growth of the present year, the prospect is en-
couraging for as man)’ Chapters of the United
Daughters as there are Camps in the Confederate
Veteran Association.

TENNESSEE DIVISION.

Report of Mrs. M. C. Goodlett, President Ten-
nessee Division:

In making out my report of the work done by the
Tennessee Division, I am like my friend Judge
Quarles who, when pointing out a Federal cemetery
to some Grand Army men, said: “Gentlemen, I re-
gret there is not more of it to show you.”

While our work does not compare favorably with
some other States in numbers of Chapters organized
during the year, in other respects it is fully equal,
if not greater. Tennessee Daughters raised more

money than for the South’s Memorial

Institute, and besides, quite a large amount was
raised and donated to other memorial work and in
assisting disabled Confederate soldiers, etc. The
Tennesseans are fully alive to the importance of
raising $1(10,000 requisite to secure the same amount
offered by Mr. Kouss, knowing that the building of
that Institute would secure to the South the im-
mortal fame of our heroes; it would be a proclama-
tion to the world that the South never was, and
never can be conquered.

During the present year we have organized some
very flourishing Chapters that have done splendid
■ work. We have ten Chapters at present, and a
number of others would have been organized over
the State, but, this being Centennial year, many of
our best workers have had their hands full getting
up displays for the different counties in the State.

Nashville Chapter, No. 1, has a membership of
120. This Chapter was chartered Sept. 20, ’04, but
has been organized since ”Hi, at which time it was
chartered by the State as an Auxiliary to the Con-
federate Soldiers’ Home, and has worked under the
name of Daughters of the Confederacy since May
10, ’92. This Chapter raised $838.75 for the Me-
morial Institute, and has also expended a large
amount on Confederate work at home.

Jackson Chapter has sixty-five members, and has
donated $127.00 to memorial purposes during – year.

Gallatin Chapter was chartered Oct. 2’». “95, and
has a membership of thirty-eight

Franklin Chapter, chartered Oct. 30, ’95, has
twenty members. Has donated $87.40 to the Me-
morial Institute.

South Pittsburg Chapter, chartered Oct. 31, ’95,

has twenty two members. Donated $95.00 to me-
morial work.

Zollicoffer-Fulton Chapter, of Fayetteville, char-
tered Nov. 2, ”’5, has thirty- four members, and has-
expended $142.00 for memorial purposes.

Maury Chapter, of Columbia chartered June, ’96,
has forty- five members. Donated $200.00 to the
Memorial Institute.

Chattanooga Chapter, chartered Sept., ’96, has
membership of sixty.

Holston Chapter, Knoxville, was chartered in
September, ’96.

Murfreesboro Chapter was chartered in Novem-
ber, ’96.

These Chapters are all enthusiastic in work per-
taining to the history of the Confederacy, the
amelioration of the condition of the Confederate
soldiers, the building of monuments and the care of
Confederate cemeteries.

In concluding, Mrs. Goodlett stated that Sumner
County Daughters have always taken great interest
in the Tennessee Soldiers’ Home, and that their do-
nations have been most generous, and she urged
that each Chapter in the State make this Home its
special charge.

VIRGINIA DIVISION.

Report of Miss Mary Amelia Smith, President of
Virginia State Division:

The retiring officers of the Virginia Division have
so lately vacated their positions and with the con-
tinued illness of Mrs. Clark, have combined to make
the report very meager.

There are thirteen Chapters in the Virginia State
Division, the membership of the whole numbering
580. Virginia has had a difficulty with v hich to
contend in a rival association, engineered with
greatest activity. After further reference to the
“rival” association, she adds: Time and patience
will doubtless correct this and we may be united in
one grand system of devotion to those who gave
their lives to secure a coveted independence; recall-
ing always, “they never fail who die in a great cause.”

Three hundred dollars have been raised by the L. M.
Otey Chapter of Lynchburg towards a monument to
their own dead, 1,200; fifty dollars by the Mary Custis
Lee Chapter of Alexandria, sending a soldier to the
Richmond Lee Camp; ten dollars by the Alexandria
17th Virginia Chapter toward a memorial window
to President Davis, and $170.00 to Gen. P. Wise,
the accredited agent of the Jefferson Davis Monu-
ment Fund, by the Black Horse Chapter. I may
here be allowed to state that the Black Horse has a
membership of sixty-nine. The white population
of its seat — Warrenton — being- only six hundred,
this gives it the right to claim for itself the title of
“Banner Chapter of the Confederacy.”

The present incumbent of the chair of State in
Virginia is the daughter of a civilian, one of the
early volunteers who figured conspicuously “on the
lefr’at the battle of Manassas — aged sixty four —
and though elected to Congress and as Governor,
did not h-a,ve the field till three months before the
fatal 9th of April. The Vice President is a near
relative of the first Rebel. With such exemplar?,
we hope to prove equal to our obligations.

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THE BATTLE OF RESACA.

B. L. RIDLEY, MURFREESBORO, TENX.

The Dalton-Atlanta Campaign displayed more
military strategy than any in the war between the
States. With the three armies — the Tennessee, the
Ohio and the Cumberland, all under Sherman — con-
fronting Gen. Joseph E. Johnston, and aggregating
two or three times that of his army, there was not
a more skillful game upon the military chessboard.
Being so greatly outnumbered, his only policy was
to strike in detail. Vigilance and boldness, attend-
ed with great risk, had to be employed promptly to
his gigantic foe. It was wonderful to see our
tretched out in skirmish style to confront the
enemy’s solid ranks, and even then a withdrawal of
troops from right to left to meet the flank move-
ments with success, at the same time to be ready
for Sherman’s dashes on our weak points. It was
the cleanest retreat on record, with comparatively
small loss of men and stores.

The Federal General, Joseph Hooker, pronounced
it the greatest campaign of the war, and the finesse
used as establishing the great generalship of Gen.
Johnston, and Gen. Wolsey, of English fame, says
“’twas the most brilliant on record. The result was
a loss of 40,000 to the Federal arms to about 10,000 to
the Confederates in the Hundred Days Fight. There
was one place, though, where Sherman, had he
been the able general many supposed, would have
taken some of Johnston’s glory from him. The
only time he ever got Johnston apparently in “a
nine hole” was at Resaca, on May 15, 1864.
Stewart’s Division of Hood’s Corps occupied the ex-
treme right of Johnston’s Army, his right on the
Connesauga — the Oostanaula in his rear. Stew-
art’s Division, at that time, was composed of Gib-
son’s Louisiana, Clayton’s and Baker’s Alabama,
Stovall’s Georgia, and Maney’s Tennessee Brigades,
and Hoi man’s Tennessee Cavalry. That part of
Stewart’s report touching on the battle will give
our position more fully, and veterans of the Army
of Tennessee will more vividly recall the trials of
that terrible day.

“On Sunday morning, the 15th,” Gen. Stewart
says, “my line was advanced, the risfht of it half a
mile and passing in front of Mr. Green’s house, the
left only a few hundred yards, and the new position
was soon intrenched. About 3 p. m., I received
directions to advance and attack the enemy in my
front at 4 o’clock, provided I had not myself been
attacked by that time. Shortly previous to four,
information came to me of a heavy movement of
the enemy to my front, which information was
transmitted to the Lieutenant General (Hood) com-
manding corps. My instructions were, in advanc-
ing, to gradually wheel toward the left, and I was
notified that Gen. Stevenson, on my left, would
also advance at four precisely. Clayton, on the
left, and Stovall, on the right of the front line,
were caused to make a half wheel to the left to
place them in the proper direction, and were also
instructed to continue inclining by a slight wheel
to the left, in advancing. This, it will be perceiv-
ed, placed them in echelon, the object being to
prevent my right toward the river from being turn-

ed. Maney’s Brigade, which had reported to me,
and a small body of cavalry under Col. Holman
were directed to move out on the right, outflanking
and covering Stovall’s right. Gibson and Baker
were brought forward and placed in position as
supports to Clayton and Stovall, and the order to
advance given. The men moved forward with
great spirit and determination and soon engaged
the enemy. At this moment, an order came from
Gen. Hood, by Lieut. -Col. Cunningham, not to
make the attack, which, however, had already com-
menced. We encountered the enemy in heavy force,
protected by breastworks and logs. The ground
over which Stovall’s Brigade passed was covered
with a dense undergrowth and brush. Regiments,
in consequence, became separated and the brigade
soon began to fall back. Hastening to it and find-
ing it impossible to reform it on the ground it oc-
cupied, it was suffered to fall back to its intrenched
position, Baker’s Brigade retiring with it. Clay-
ton, being thus unsupported on the right and Ste-
venson’s Division not having advanced, also retired,
and Gibson fell back, by my order, as did Maney
also.”

This famous order, countermanding the former
order of attack at Resaca, was ever a matter of con-
tention between Generals Johnston and Hood, the
former saying that he had countermanded, the lat-
ter asserting that he had not time to execute it.
Be that as it may, when Col. Cunningham brought
it our first line was charging on the breastworks;
but it was only Stewart’s Division doing this; the
other two divisions of Hood’s Corps had received
the countermand order. The execution of this
order, with our lines in close quarters and fully en-
gaged, was the trying thing for staff officers on
duty. Gen. Stewart sent Lieut. Scott, volunteer
aide, to Clayton, Lieut. Cahal to Stovall, then he
called on the writer to go to Gen. Maney. I felt
as if that parallel ride from left to right of over
half a mile, taking the fire by Clayton’s and Sto-
vall’s Brigades, would be my last. Hooker and
Schofield and McPherson, massed, were pouring
the shot and shell nigh on to a tempest. I spurred
my horse to a run; the balls were so terrific that I
checked up a little, fearing that my horse might
get shot and turn a somersault in falling. The
checking process didn’t suit, for it seemed like
death to tarry. I spurred up again and (how any
human being lived through it I can’t imagine) came
up with some litter-bearers, who hugged the trees
closely and woulcj not talk. Moments seemed
hours. I rode through brush and copse into an
open field, and finally struck the left of Maney’s
Brigade lying- down behind the railroad, holly en-
gaged. Just in rear of them, I spied a staff officer
of Gen. Maney, Lieut. L. B. McFarland, now of
Memphis, Tenn., riding as coolly and unconcernedly
as if no battle were raging. I accosted him with
the query, “Where’s Gen. Maney?” He said, “On
the rieht of the Brigade,” and that Manev had
placed him to look after the left. I told him that
the brigades on his left were falling back, that if a
charge should be made his brigade would be lost,
and to pass the order down the line, from Gen.
Stewart, to retire rapidly. In the meantime I

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started to the right, through an open field, to find
the Brigade Commander. Talk about thunder and
lightning, accompanied by a storm of rain and hail!
My experience with bullets through that field was
like to it, for “h — 1 seemed to answer h — 1 in the
cannon’s roar.” Intermingled with musketry, it
created an unintermitted roar of the most deafen-
ing and appalling thunper.

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I.IEUT, L. Ti. M I’AKLAND.

Gen. Maney was working to keep the cavalry
connected with his line. His horse having been
shot, he was dismounted, but he had taken that of
Lieut. James Keeble — his Aide. By this time the
brigade was retiring as ordered.

Win n this order to retire was communicated to
Col. Fiild. commanding the First Tennessee In-
fantn on ihe extreme right, the Federal cavalry
were pressing, vet his regiment was formed into a
hollow square under the galling fire, and thus re-
tired with a palisade of bristling bayonets confront-
ing. It waslike to Napoleon’s battleof the p-v ramids
in squares on ihe march to Cairo, deterrin c the in-
trepid Mameluke cavalry, and also to the English
squarej at Waterloo.

But the problem of getting back confronted me.
Gen. Mam j urged me to stay with bitn — tbat k was
death lo trv the open fi. Id again Willi a detour.
However, I hurried back through the storm, neither
I nor mv light bay getting a scratch. In this short
time three hordes had been shot under General
Stewart and nearly all ihe Staff were dismounted.
Terry Cahal had come bad horseless; Lieut. Scott’s
horse had been shot and had fallen on him, almost
paralyzing»him; Capt. Stanford, of Stanford’s Bat-

tery, killed, jet private John S. McMath was fight-
ing his guns like a madman, and Oliver’s and Fen-
ner’s Batteries dealing the death shots rapidlv. A
Virginia regiment, the Fifty-fourth, of Stevenson’s
Division, the only one that tailed to get the counter-
mand orders, lost a hundred men in a few minutes.
The dead and dying of our first line was heart-
rending.

Had Sherman made a charge on us then there
would have been no escape. In this trough, the po-
sition was critical — the Connesuaga to the right,
the Oostanaula in the rear, and both non-fordable.
Whilst Gen. Sherman showed a want of general-
ship in not following, Old Joe displayed wonderful
skill in getting us out. I will never forget Kesaca.
Ofttimes it occurs to me that our bcldness in mak-
ing the attack saved the army- for Sherman,
massed, had given orders to pounce on us, which
was postponed when he saw that we were prepar-
ing as aggressors.

The playing upon the bridges by the enemy’s ar-
tillery all that night when our army was crossing
added to the horror of the event. Visions of For-
rest’s charge over the bridge at Chickamauga, and
of Napoleon’s contest over Lodi, came upon me, but
Old Joe stood there on the ( >ostanaula until all had
safely passed.

The closing of Gen. Stewart’s report gives vivid
conception of it: “During the retreat of the army
at night, the division remained in line of battle,
crossing the railroad and the Dalton and Kesue.t
road, until the entire army had passed the bridges.
The situation was all the while perilous and calcu-
lated to try the endurance of our men. They stood
firm, however, and remained in position until about
three o’clock in the morning, when we retired it*
obedience to orders.”

To confirm the accuracy of his memory. Capt. Kid-
ley submitted the manuscript of his article to Gen-
erals Stewart, Maney and Lieut. McFarland. The
former refers to it as a very creditable production;
McFarland mentions it as a graphic portraiture and
makes the additional statement that when he con-
veyed General Stewart’s orders through Ridley to
Colonel Feild on the extreme right, he formed his
regiment into a hollow square under fire to resist
the Federal cavalry, and thus executed the com-
mand to retire. “This was the more noticeable to
me because it was the only instance in four ^ears of
war that I ever saw this maneuver executid eluring
an engagement.” Gen. George Maney replied:

My Dear Captain— Upon return home, I found
vour very kind letter advising of your article on
Resaca and its having been submitted to Gen. Stew-
art, whoapprovi d, with compliments upon its merits.
With the compliment feature I am most fully in ac-
cord. You are, however, in immaterial error in
stating that I took Lieut. Keeble’s horse after mine
was shot. Keeble’s services at the moment were far
too important for this, and so continued until my
command had been withdrawn. It was an orderly’s-
horse I used after my own was shot.

38

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Of course I am greatly gratified at your article’s
favorable mention of the ever reliable McFarland
and the intrepid Feild, with his distinguished regi-
ment, and this being only one of many like af-
fairs of the memorable campaign from Dalton to
Atlanta, which do not appear in official reports, it
may be but proper I should say you only saw them
as they were upon all such occasions. It was their
way.

As to yourself, with memory revived of the stormy
hour by your very vivid narrative, it remains but lit-
tle less than a wonder that you are living to write
of the event.

Confederate Society of Army and Navy in
Maryland. — For the present year the splendid
organization, “Society of the Army and Navy of
the Confederate States in the State of Maryland,”
has reduced the number of its officials. There are
only 12 Vice Presidents instead of 17, former num-
ber, and 7 instead of 10 members of the Executive
Com-nittee. The officers now are: President, Gen.
Bradley T. Johnson; Vice Presidents, Capts. Geo.
W. Booth, Wm. L. Ritter, Geo. R. Gaither, Lieuts.
Chas. H. Claiborne, Henry M. Graves, Privates D.
Ridgeley Howard, Hugh Mc Williams, D. A. Boone,
Jos. R. Stonebraker, Wm. Heimiller, George Eisen-
burg, Engineer Eugene H. Browne; Recording
Secretary, Capt. Augustine J. Smith; Assistant
Recording Secretary, Private Joshua Thomas;
Corresponding Secretary, Private John F. Hayden;
Treasurer, Capt. F. M. Colston; Executive Com-
mittee, Sergt. Wm. H. Pope, Privates Jas. R.
Wheeler, R. J. Stinson, D. L. Thomas, August
Simon, Mark A. Shriver, Maj. W. Stuart Syming-
ton; Chaplains, Revs. W. U. Murkland, D.D.
(Sergt. Major), Wm. M. Dame (Private), Benj. F.
Ball (Sergt.), R. W. Cowardi. S. J. (Sergt); Ser-
geant-at-Arms, Sergt. Geo. W. Shafer.

Capt. H. B. Littlepage, ex-C. S. Navy, now in the
Department of Naval War Records, writes from
Washington, D. C, Jan. 2, 1897:

This office is now engaged in collecting, compil-
ing and publishing the Records of the Union and
Confederate Navies during the war. The archives
of the Confederate Navy were in a great part scat-
tered at the close of the war, and its history can only
be made up from such papers as may still remain in
the possession of individual officers, their families,
Confederate Camps or Historical Associations. It
is in the highest degree desirable that these papers
should, as far as possible, be transmitted to this of-
fice, to be embodied in the work now being published.

In justice to the actors themselves in the great
struggle, it is important that each should be accorded
his proper place in its history. I therefore ask of all
individuals, Camps and Associations, if they have
in their possession letters, reports or official docu-
ments of any kind whatever relating to Confederate
Naval operations, whether of press-copies, letter-
books, journals, log-books or other memoranda, they
will kindly inform me or transmit them to me at the
above address, and that they will assist me in getting
information or documents from others. The expense

of transmission will be borne by the Department, and
all papers, after having been copied, will be returned
to the owner if he so desires.

It is hoped that all will give their hearty cooper-
ation in securing the fullest and most accurate record
possible.

STORIES FROM THE RANKS.

G. B. Moon, Bell buckle. Tenn., shows his pride
in the Volunteer State: About 2 o’clock, p. tn., on
the 21st day of July, 1861, a brigade of Confederate
recruits was marching at quickstep to the front at
the first fight at Manassas, Va. The battle-smoke
was rolling up in the heavens beyond the hills and
the cannon’s roar was heard in many directions. A
rider, in citizen’s dress sralloped up from the woods
and halting, asked: “What Command is this?” S.
M. Linck, of this place, being near the stranger, an-
swered: “Twenty thousand fresh troops from Ten-
nessee and Kentucky.” Without another word, the
man wheeled his horse and galloped away. About
an hour later, when these re-enforcements had as-
cended the hills so they could see the fight, the Yan-
kees were in full retreat towards Washington. Did
Beauregard and Johnston whip the Yankees, or had
they heard that Tennessee was coming, and con-
cluded that they had better be leaving?

‘ Dixie,” writes from a Northern State: I wish to
inquire, through the Veteran, for one Lieut. Lee
Martin, who, I believe, belonged to Colonel Stone’s
Regiment. He was taken prisoner at Fayetteville,
Ark. , previous to the battle of Pea Ridge, and stayed
at our house fourteen days. I think his home was
somewhere in northern Texas. I should be glad to
hear from him, if living. “i ! *~

Some errors are noted in the article of Comrade
Whitefield, of Paducah, Ky., the first being in his
initials, which should be W. G. instead of W. J. His
native county is Person, not Persons, and Woolfork
should be Woolfolk.”

Gen. G. W. C. Lee, who succeeded his father to
the Presidency of Washington and Lee Univer-
sity, has, on account of ill health, resigned the posi-
tion, to take effect July, ’97. He will be continued,
however, as President Emeritus for life, and it is
understood that he will continue such service as he
may be able. Mrs. Julia S. Bradford, of Philadel-
phia, gives $5,000 to establish a scholarship in mem-
ory of her husband, the late Vincent L. Bradford.

Dr. J. H. Lanier, Claybrook, Tenn., writes that
at the battle of Franklin, Nov, 30, ’64, his Regiment,
the Sixth Tennessee, fought the Forty-fourth
Missouri and captured the color bearer and flag,
and that he would like to know if that color bearer
is living and his name. He states that H. Clay
Barnes — quite a small lad — rushed over the breast-
works and clubbed him with his gun. Brought him
over on our side with his very large and fine flag.
Mr. Barnes yet has some of his flag. The old For-
ty- fourth Missouri are good Christains — they were
terrible fighters. I would like to shake hands with
some of them before we “cross the river # ”

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In sending- his subscription January 9, 1897, S.
C. V., of Birmingham, writes that he feels he
should apologize to the Veteran for not having
done so during ever}’ year of its existence, “for on
the statute books of his patriotism it is judged a
high misdemeanor to withhold support from any
agency and honor from any effort to perpetuate the
truth of the Southern struggle for the right.”
But while the name of the Veteran has been
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The Daughters of the Confederacy, of Little Rock,
Ark., gave their first annual ball on December IS,
1896. The officers of Chapter are: President, Mrs.
James R. Miller; Vice-Presidents, Mrs. Mary Field,
Mrs. U. M. Rose and Mrs. Gus Blass; Recording Sec-
retary, Miss Bessie Cantrell; Corresponding Secre-
tary, Mrs. Jennie Beauchamp; Treasurer, Miss Geor-
gine Woodruff. The proceeds of this ball will be
applied to the erection of a monument to the Con-
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ting gentleman and lady, were $2; extra tickets for
lady, $1. There were on the Reception and the Floor
Committees fifteen each.

Col. V. Y. Cook, of Klmo, Ark., sends the follow-
ing additions to the roster of the Arkansas Division,
published on pasje 24 of this number: Lieut. -Col. A.
B. Grace, Pine Bluff, Ark., As’t. Adj. -Gen. ; Majors,
J. N. Smither, Little Rock; W. D.” Cole, Conway;
R. M. Knox, Pine Bluff; A. H. Jobtin, Batesville;
Richard Jackson, Paragould, Aides-de-Camp.

At their annual meeting, December 5, 1896, the
Zollicoffer-Fulton Chapter of the United Daughters
of the Confederacy, at Fayetteville, Tenn., elected
officers for 1897. They are: President, Mrs. F. Z.
Metcalfe; Vice-Presidents, Mrs. C. N. Gillespie and
Mrs. K..J. Lloyd: Treasurer, Mrs. Sarah Newman;
Corresponding Secretary, Miss Mary Bright; Record-
ing Secretary, Miss Judith Bright.”

John Harrington, box 65, El Paso, Tex., desires
the names of physicians and surgeons who were at-
tending at Anderson ville,Ga. , prison during the war.

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THE WIDOW OF SHILOH.

A Trch Story of the Great Battle-
field, April, A. D., 1862.

A widow, charming and fair to see,
Lived close to the banks of the Tennes-
see.

Her negroes were gone ; and the times
were hard ;

And her boys were following Beaure-
gard.

‘Round herquiet home Grant his

trenches digs ;
And Sherman steals all of her fowls and

pigs.

There Sherman tried, on that terrible

day
To make his last stand ; but his men ran

away.

For the rebels came with their shot and

shell,
And whole rows of the Yankee hirelings

fell.

The widow sat there ‘mid the smoke and

noise,
And she prayed to God for her soldier

boys.

When the storm of the battle had passed

away
Great heaps of the dead around her lay.

Days after the tight . when the hosts were

fled,
Three Colonels came there to bury the

dead.

They came at the widow’s house to stay
While their men were putting the dead
away.

The widow fed the three Colonels well.
Though she hated their sight and the
Yankee swell.

One Colonel has bowed to the widow’s

charm.
For he knows the worth of the widow’s

farm.

Wherever he goes, whatever is done.
The Yankee looks out for number one.

So he set him to win the widow’s grace
With a lover’s smile on hi] ugly face.

“It must be tenible. madam I” he said
‘To live here alone ‘mong so many dead.”

Then the eyes of the widow flashed with
fire,

And the look she gave him cured his de-
fire.

“It does not disturb me at all,” said she ;
“I think that dead Yankees are nice to
see.”

“They deserve their fate who would
make us slaves ;

“Would my land was covered with Yan-
kee graves !”

“I wish that our soldiers would kill them

all;
“And I’ll furnish them graves as fast as

they fall'”

The Colonels left, for they thought it

best ;
That widow might plant them with all

the rest.

Henry H. II arris. in.

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acquaintance to telling ber story. Hui the famous
anawer of the fearless Southern woman, alone
anions; her enemies, on the great battlefield, is
one of the things that belongs to history.]

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Tin- burial of Capt William Latane is one of the
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Southern homes, lie lost his life in Stuart’s ride
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One of tin’ brave-hearted women who took part in
the burial wrote: “We took the body of our pom’ young
captain and buried it ourselves in the graveyard.”

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Gently they laid him underneath the sod,

•*nd left him with his fame, his country, and his God.

Let us not weep for him, whose deeds endure ;

So young, so brave, so beautiful, he died
As he had wished to die— the past is sure!

Whatever yet of sorrow may betide
Those who still linger by the stormy shore.
Change cannot touch him now, nor fortune harm him more.

And when Virginia, leaning on her spear —

” Victrix et Vidua,” the conflict done —
Shall raise her mailed hand to wipe the tear

That starts as she recalls each martyred son,
No prouder memory her breast shall sway
Than thine, our early lost, lamented Latane.

CAPT. WILLIAM LATANE.

THE BURIAL OF LATANE.

BY JOHN R. THOMPSON.

VIRGINIA REMINISCENCES.

Interesting Meeting of the Wright-Latane Camp.

Surviving comrades about Tappahannock, Va., nur-
ture memories that will add glory to their noble rec-
ords. At a meeting of the Wright-Latane Camp in
the beginning of the Christmas holidays Capt. Albert
Rennolds, of Company F, Fifty-fifth Virginia Regi-
ment, read a paper, which is herein copied almost entire:

Ever since the war I have had a desire to revisit some
of the fields on which I did battle for my country, but
never had an opportunity to do so until last summer,
while visiting relatives in Spottsylvania County, when
my brother proposed to take me to the Chancellorsville
battlefield.

Early Monday morning, the last day of August, we
started toward the Court House; but, leaving that to

The combat raged not long, but ours the day ;

And through the hosts that compassed us around
Our little band rode proudly on its way,

Leaving one gallant comrade, glory-crowned,
Unburied on the field he died to gain,
Single of all his men amid the hostile slain.

One moment on the battle’s edge he stood,
Hope’s halo like a helmet round his hair;

The next beheld him dabbled in his blood,
Prostrate in death, and yet in death how fair !

E’en thus he passed through the red gate of strife

From earthly crowns and palms to an immortal life.

A brother bore his body from the field,
And gave it unto strangers’ hands, that closed

The calm blue eyes, on earth forever sealed,
And tenderly the slender limbs composed :

Strangers, yet sisters, who, with Mary’s love,

Sat by the open tomb, and, weeping, looked above.

A little child strewed roses on his bier,

Pale roses, not more stainless than his soul,

Nor yet more fragrant than his life sincere,
That blossomed with good actions, brief, but whole.

The aged matron and the faithful slave

Approached with reverent feet the hero’s lowly grave.

No man of God might read the burial rite
Above the Rebel — thus declared the foe

That blanched before him in the deadly fight ;
But woman’s voice, in accents soft and low,

Trembling with pity, touched with pathos, read

Over this hallowed dust the ritual for the dead :

” ‘Tis sown in weakness, it is raised in power ;”

Softly the promise floated on the air,
And the sweet breathings of the sunset hour

Came back responsive to the mourner’s prayer ;

CAPT. ALBERT RENNOLDS

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our right, came to quite a pretty monument situated in
the fork of the road and dedicated to Maj. Gen. Sedg-
wick, of the Federal army, who was killed on that spot
during the battle of Spottsylvania Court House. 1
had been wounded a short time before in the battle
of “the Wilderness,” and was not in that battle.
En route from there to Chancellorsville we passed by
Screamersville, where the Second Adventists were
holding a camp meeting. The tents looked quite
pretty, and reminded me of the time when the Army of
Northern Virginia dwelt in tents — i. c, when they
could get them.

About eleven o’clock we came to the plank road,
and turned toward Chancellorsville. I felt as if I were
on holy ground, for it was right along here that we
marched the first day of May, thirty-three years ago,
led by Lee and Jackson and A. P. Hill and Heth and
Mallory. It is just about as warm and dusty now as
then. We soon came to the road that we took to the
left by “the Furnace;” but, our time being limited, we
concluded that it was not sufficient to take the route
by which we marched around Hooker’s army, so we
took the right, going by Chancellorsville Court House,
through the battlefield, to the place where the private
road along which we marched runs into the plank road.
It looks now just as I remember it looked then, except
that there is a gate across it now. Everything looked
so natural that I imagined I could see the cavalry pick-
ets standing there still. T got out of the vehicle and
walked down the road toward Chancellorsville, where
we filed to the left, and, a short distance in the woods,
formed line of battle.

The order was given, “Forward, march!” and our
three divisions moved off to strike for all that is dear
to freemen. I went over the same ground that I went
over thirty-three years ago, when a boy soldier of the
brave and gallant Essex Sharpshooters.

My heart beats strong. I forget that I am an old
man now. I glide along, I hardly know how, over the
same ground. Presently the rattle of the skirmishers’
fire is heard in front. The soldiers cheer and go faster.
Here is the field where the enemy left tln-ir supper
cooking. Tn imagination I see the soldiers again dip-
ping real coffee from the boilers and blowing and
drinking it as they move along. Some have junks oi
beef on their bayonets, while their comrades cut slices.
Others are stuffing hardtack in their haversacks as
they go, for no one can stop; all must keep dressed
now. On we go through the woods, dressing our
lines as we pass through the fields and openings.

How proudly the men march! How enthusiastic
they are! How beautifully the emblems of constitu-
tional liberty wave in the breeze! Jackson’s Corps is
sweeping the field. What a grand panorama!

Our gallant brigadier is on foot in front of us. He
turns and salutes his brigade with his sword — a com-
pliment which we intend to prove that we deserve ere
we stop.

And here is where we were when the enemy at-
tempted to make a stand to check us. A volley from a
line of battle is poured into our line to the right of us,
but we make no stop. The volley is returned, and we
go still faster, while the Rebel yell rolls from one end
of our lines to the other and back again. We are
moving too fast. The officers storm at the men for
not moving slower, when they are only keeping up

with the officers. And now the artillery is booming,
shells are shrieking and bursting, rifles are rattling,
and occasionally a volley is fired. The Rebel yell is
now almost continuous, and still on we sweep.

There is the place near those thick bushes where
gallant Lieut. Roane received a shrapnel shot in his
abdomen; when one of his men, whom he had just
given the flat of his sword for showing the white feath-
er, said: “I’m mighty sorry for Lieut. Roane, but he
oughtn’t a beat me like he did.”

We are halted. There is a lull in the fire and up-
roar. The light division has been ordered to take the
lead. It is beginning to get dark. We move again,
and just ahead is where we came out into the plank
road (I coidd not understand before why we came out
of the fields and woods into the road, but it is all plain
now — we went straight, but the road makes a turn).

RICHARD l.l>\\ ARD WRIGHT,

Ensign Fifty-fifth Virginia Infantry, whose name the Camp

bears.

It is there where we saw the deserted artillery and the
dead and wounded horses. The place looks much the
same as it did then. I do not think the trees have
grown a bit ; even the bushes seem to be the same.

We march by the left flank along the road a short
distance, halt, and front. Here is the place. Our left
is near the brow of a low hill or rise. It is so dark that
we cannot see a man across the road. Lane’s skir-
mishers are in front, and open fire just abreast of our
left flank.

In a short while a wounded man is borne along to-
ward the rear just behind our regiment. Several men
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brave Serg. Tom Fogg recognized him and said:
“Great God! it is Gen. Jackson.” Then the order is
given to deploy the regiment as skirmishers, and al-
most immediately the road was swept by such a de-
structive artillery fire as can only be imagined. I
don’t believe the like was ever known before or since.
The darkness and the fire combined render it impos-
sible to execute the movement. The men drop on the
ground. Col. Mallory calls upon the officers to do
their duty (the last words he ever spoke). My compa-
ny, which was the right company of the regiment, was
wheeled to the left and marched through the storm
down to the color line. How beautifully the company
responded to their captain’s orders! The}’ were he-
roes among heroes. The captain intended to deplov
by the right flank as soon as he reached the color line,
but to get there was all that we could do. No man
could stand and live. Being just a little behind the

JUDGE T. R. B. WRIGHT.

brow before mentioned, most of the shells which
missed the brow missed us while lying on the ground,
and those which struck the brow ricochetted over us.
It was impossible for us to rise, so the men only raised
their heads to fire; and to add to it all, the men in the
darkness behind us, not knowing that we were there,
opened fire on us. After we had remained sufficient
time for our lines to be established in our rear, Maj.
Saunders gave the order for us to fall back. The old
frame of a house is gone, but there is where it stood,
and it was by the side of this old house, forty yards
from the middle of the road where I was lying, and by
the light of the musketry fire and the bursting of the
shells that I saw Maj. Saunders, and, although I could
not hear his voice, I knew by his gestures that his order
was to fall back.

I was lying on the ground by the side of Tom
Wright at the time. I stood up, gave the order to my
company, and instantly I was wounded by a piece of
shell from the enemy, and Garland Smith, only a few
feet from me, was wounded by a bullet from our own
men in our rear.

Yes, brave old Tom Coghill, you took me to that
very white oak tree with scars on it now from top to
bottom, and there we lay, with Garland Smith behind
us, until the fire slackened. Jackson and A. P. Hill
both being wounded, Stuart was sent for during the
night to command the corps, and our brigadier, Heth,
was put in command of the light division and Col. J.
M. Brockenbrough succeeded to the command of our
brigade.

And over the same ground our brigade was ordered
next morning (the 3d) to advance in line to near the
same spot and halt — Fortieth and Forty-seventh Bat-
talions on the right of the road and Fifty-fifth and
Twenty-second Battalions on the left — and either by
a blunder or dereliction of duty on the part of some
one when they arrived at the proper place, the Fortieth
and Forty-seventh Battalions were halted and the
Fifty-fifth and Twenty-second Battalions were not halt-
ed, but allowed to keep straight forward and charge
the whole of Hooker’s army alone.

Both together, they numbered about six hundred,
just the number that made the famous charge at Balak-
lava. They had been ordered forward, and could not
stop without orders; so on they went.

Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldiers knew
Some one had blundered:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why.
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of death
Marched the six hundred.

And there is the opening that we came to. It is a
valley with the hill next to the enemy rising somewhat
abruptly and crowned with fortifications as far as could
be seen, both to the right and to the left, behind which
were the enemy’s infantry and artillery and within less
than one hundred yards of those breastworks, which
were wrapped in a flame of fire and a pall of smoke,
with

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered.

And when the fire was so severe that the men could
stand no longer, and knowing that it was all the result
of somebody’s blunder, they lay on the ground and
loaded and fired as fast as they could, waiting for orders
to retire. But no orders came.

Officers were falling so fast that no one knew who
was in command. And just at this time T. R. B.
Wright, who was then a private in the Essex Sharp-
shooters, seeing our flag fall, ran and seized it and car-
ried it to the front, calling to the men to follow. Ah,
Tom, Serg. Jasper did not perform as brave an act as
that, but the men couldn’t follow. Had they attempt-
ed it, without an interposition of Providence not one
would have been left to tell the tale, and God alone
spared your life.

A nd when Adjt. R. L. Williams could find no officer
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the responsibility upon himself and ordered a retreat,
and

Then they came back, but not,
Not the six hundred.

Casualties: Colonel, dead; lieutenant colonel,
wounded; major, dead; every captain, except one,
either dead or wounded; every first lieutenant either
dead or wounded; every second lieutenant, except
four, either dead or wounded; one-third of the men,
either dead or wounded. And what was left of the
Fifty-fifth Virginia Regiment was commanded by the
adjutant and four second lieutenants.

Cardigan, at Balaklava, left hundreds of prisoners
behind; Pickett, at Gettysburg, left thousands; but
every man of the Fifty-fifth Virginia who could walk
was brought off the field.

When can their glorj fade!
O, t lie wild charge they made’

Capt. W. J. Davis, with several of his men. having
gotten lost from his regiment in the darkness after the
wounding of Gen. Jackson, called out for the Fifty-
fifth, and was answered, “Heir we are;” and, not
knowing any better, walked right into the enemy’s
lines and inquired for his company, when a boy, ap-
parently about sixteen years old, stepped up close to
him, and, looking on his collar, discovered his rank,
and, patting him on the shoulder, said: “Captain. this
is the Fifty-fifth Ohio, and you arc my prisoner.”

At the same meeting Hon. William Campbell, oi
Company F, Ninth Virginia Cavalry, read a paper on

stuart’s ride around m’clellax :

At your request I undertake, after an interventii in i if
more than thirty-four years, to write (from memory)
my recollections of Stuart’s famous ride around Mc-
Clellan’s army in the early summer of 1862; and also
of the death of Capt. William Latane, of the Essex
Light Dragoons, who fell in a charge made by his
squadron upon the enemy near the “< lid Church” in
Hanover County, Va.

(apt. Latane. a son of Henry Waring and Susan
Allen Latane. was born at “the Meadow” em the 16th
of January. 1833, and grew to man’s estate surrounded
by home influences not inferior to any in Virginia.
After receiving such training- as the surrounding edu-
cational institutions could afford, he began the study
of medicine at the University of Virginia in < ‘ctober,
1851. In the fall of 1852 he transferred the scene of
Ins studies to the Richmond Medical College, where
he graduated in the spring of 1853. The following
winter he spent in Philadelphia, taking a postgraduate
course at otie of the medical schools of that city. In
the spring of 1854 he located at “the Meadow,” and .it
once became a candidate for the practice of medicine.
His practice soon became extensive, he doing a large
amount of charity practice among the poor around
him. He gave successful attention also to his large
farm and to the management of the labor on this farm.

Early in 1861, when Mr. Lincoln made his call for
troops to put down what he termed “the rebellion,”
there was a rush to arms all over Virginia, and soon a
cavalry company called the Essex Light Dragoons
was formed, electing as their officers Dr. R. S. Cau-
thorn, captain: William L. Waring, first lieutenant;

William A. Oliver, second lieutenant; and William
Latane, third lieutenant. The company was soon
mustered into the Confederate service for one year.
In the spring of 1862 it became necessary to reenlist
the men and reorganize the company, and in this reor-
ganization, by common consent, William Latani
made captain. About this time I made his acquaint-
ance. He was of small stature and quiet demeanor,
but quick to perceive the wrong and \< r\ assertive in
his opposition to it. lie commanded the confidence
of his men 1>\ his even handed justice to all, but he
never brooked disorder.

Soon after the reorganization Capt. Latane was or-
dered to report with his company at Hicks’s Hill, near
Fredericksburg, to become one of the constituent
companies of the Ninth Virginia Cavalry, of which W.
H. P. Lee, a son of Gen. R. E. Lie, was colonel; R. L.

IK’N. WILLIAM CAMPBELL.

T. Beale, lieutenant colonel; and Thomas Waller, ma-
jor. The Essex Eight Dragoons became Company F
of that famous regiment, and in the years that followed
few of the recruits knew the companj bj its original
name.

The month of service around Fredericksburg
amounted to little except picket and drill duty, hut Mc-
Clcllan’s landing on the peninsula and his march on
Richmond made it necessary for us to retire to the
lines around that city. Our regiment found a camp
near Young’s mill pond and not far from the P.rook
turnpike. OCCUying a position on the extreme left of
the army defending Richmond.

On Thursday, June 12, came orders to prepare three
days’ rations and hold ourselves ready to march at a
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citement and speculation as to what we were to do or
where we were to go. About one o’clock p.m. the
regimental bugler sounded “Saddle up,” which was
caught up by the company buglers, and soon the camp
was in commotion. “To horse” was soon sounded,
and through the whole camp could be heard the com-
mand of the officers: “Fall in, men!” Our regiment
marched out of camp to participate in the most memo-
rable and daring raid that was made during the war.
We marched in the direction of Hanover Court House,
and went into camp after dark, having marched some
fifteen miles. Early dawn on the following morning
found us in the saddle, the Ninth Virginia in the front,
and our squadron — composed of the Mercer Calvary,
of Spottsylvania, and our company — being in the front
of the regiment, the Mercer being in advance. Capt.
Crutchfield being absent, Capt. Latane commanded
the squadron, riding in front, immediately in the rear
of Col. Lee and staff.

Our march proceeded via Hanover Court House
and on toward the Old Church. Our first indication
of an enemy was the bringing in of a Yankee by one
of our scouts. Soon thereafter Capt. Latane rode to
the rear and ordered four of his own company to ad-
vance and form the first set of fours. This had scarce-
ly been accomplished before Col. Lee ordered Capt.
Latane to throw out four flanks, two on either side,
and four members of his company were at once or-
dered to proceed, two to the right and the others to the
left, and march a little in advance of the regiment. I
was one of those on the left. Moving forward, not
seeing an enemy or supposing one to be near, I sud-
denly heard the command to charge, and then came
the clash of arms, with rapid pistol shots. Riding rap-
idly toward the firing, I found our squadron occupying
the road and two companies of the Fifth United States
Regulars attempting to form in a field near at hand,
and Lieut. Oliver urging his men to charge them.
This was promptly done and the enemy driven to the
woods. Just before reaching the timber I overtook
Lieut. McLane, of the Federals, and he, seeing the ut-
ter futility of resisting, surrendered. As I was taking
him to the rear I met Col. Lee, and was told by him of
the death of Capt. Latane.

He ordered me to turn my prisoner over to the
guard and go and look after my captain. I soon found
his body, surrounded by some half dozen of his men,
one of whom was his brother John, who was after-
wards elected a lieutenant in the company, and the fol-
lowing year he too sealed his devotion to his country
with his life; another was S. W. Mitchell, a sergeant
in the company, and as gallant a spirit as ever did bat-
tle for a country. Mitchell, being the stoutest man
present, was selected to bear the body from the field.
He having mounted his horse, we tenderly raised the
body and placed it in front of him. John Latane then
mounted his horse, and he and Mitchell passed to the
rear, while the rest of us hurried on to join our com-
mand on its perilous journey. I wish I could write
my feelings as I looked upon the form of him who but
a few moments before was the embodiment of life and
duty. I wish I could describe to you the beautiful half-
Arabian horse that he rode, “the Colonel.” and how
splendidly he sat him. John R. Thompson, in his
beautiful poem, “The Burial of Latane,” and William
D. Washington, in his painting of the same name,

have by pen and brush so enshrined the name of Lat-
ane in the hearts of the people of our Southland that it
will endure as long as men are admired for their devo-
tion to duty and for risking their lives upon “the per-
ilous edge of battle” in defense of home and country.

The glorious Stuart continued to ride grandly on
his way, the Ninth Virginia still holding the post of
honor at the front. Passing the Old Church, we
hastened on toward the York River railroad. Soon
it was crossed and night came on, but no halting.
On we marched into the county of New Kent. All
that long night was spent in the saddle pushing our
way toward the Lower Chickahominy, which we
reached in the early morning, only to find that the
bridge over which we intended to pass had been
burned; but Gen. Stuart was equal to the emergency.
He soon had his rear guarded and the men swimming
their horses over, while others were tearing down an
old barn, out of which a temporary bridge was con-
structed. On this the artillery and the few horses that
remained were taken over. The bridge was burned in
order to prevent pursuit. A gain there was an all-
night march, as we hurried up through the county of
James City and on to Richmond, which city we
reached about midday on Sunday, June 15, and went
back to our camp that afternoon.

We brought back many trophies of our raid, con-
sisting of several hundred prisoners and as many
horses.

As the years have crept on and I hav- called back
to memory one incident after another of the deeds of
daring and the scenes of danger through which the
cavalry of the Army of Northern Virginia passed in
the four years of conflict, I recall none more splendid-
ly conceived, more dashingly executed, and showing
more favorable results than Stuart’s raid aTOund Mc-
Clellan at Richmond.

THE DREUX BATTALION.

COL. R. G. LOWE, OF GALVESTON (TEX.) NEWS.

I note in the Veteran for January a brief mention
made by Comrade R. H. Burton, of Fenner’s Louis-
iana Battery, of the death of Col. Charles Didier
Dreux, in a skirmish near Young’s Mill, Va. The
writer had lost track of Comrade Burton, or, as he was
familiarly called in the battalion, Dick Burton, and it
will be interesting to the writer to know just where
Comrade Burton at present lives. The little incident
related by Comrade Burton through tn Veteran
touching the death of Col. Dreux in a skirmish near
Young’s Mill omits the date of the occurrence. The
writer, who was a member of the Shreveport Grays,
recalls distinctly the date and circumstance. It was on
the morning of the 5th of July, 1861. The Dreux
Battalion, composed of the first five companies that
volunteered from the State of Louisiana — namely, the
Orleans Cadets, Louisiana Guard, Crescent Rifles,
Shreveport Grays, and Grivot Guards — was encamped
at Young’s Mill on the 4th of July, 1861. A barbecue
was prepared to celebrate the day, at which speeches
of a patriotic order were made by different members of
the battalion. Col. Dreux, or Charlie, as he was fa-
miliarly called by nearly all the members of the battal-

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ion, was an orator of splendid order. Full of the Cre-
ole fire of his French ancestry, young, and handsome,
with a voice that rang as clear as a trumpet, 1 can re-
call now the closing words of Dreux’s address on the
occasion of that barbecue. Alluding to the political
complexion of affairs at that date, Dreux, touching his
sword handle with his right hand, remarked: “This is
our day, and we will have it.” He alluded to the
Fourth of July, then, as now, claimed by the Confed-
erates to be their day, as well as the day of their North-
ern adversaries. On the evening of that same Fourth
of July a detail was made of twenty men from each one
of the companies constituting the battalion, who, with-
out knowing the purpose of their mission, win
marched t6 a point on the lower peninsula of Virginia,
close to the banks of the James Riv-r, near a farm
known as “Smith’s farm.” It was known to the Con-
federate commanders that a party of Federal officers
were in the habit of coming out from Hampton, then
occupied by the Federals, to breakfast each morning
at Smith’s farm. The purpose of the detail from the
Dreux Battalion above mentioned was to ambus-
cade and capture this Federal detachment. The
officers from the Federal station were usually ac-
companied by an escort from the New York Fire
Zouaves. The march from Young’s Mill was made
during the night, and daybreak found the men con-
cealed by the roadside at a point near where the
road from Hampton crossed the road leading from
Young’s Mill to the lower peninsula. A miscalcu-
lation as to the hour of the approach of the Fed-
erals, through an irregularity on the part of the am-
buscading party, gave the alarm to the approaching
escort, and the command to halt was distinctly heard
by the ambuscading party. It was in the early dawn
of the morning of the 5th of July, 1861. Two scouts
were immediately advanced by the Federal party, who,
discovering Col. Dreux standing up by the side of a
tree, fired and retreated. A musket ball took effect in
the sword belt of Dreux, and he fell, dying instantly.
The confusion created by the death of the commander
of the ambuscading party resulted in the failure of tin-
enterprise. N s stated by Comrade Burton, Dreux
was the first commissioned officer killed in the Con-
federate service, if not the first Louisianian of any
rank who fell in that struggle. The writer was de-
tailed as one of an escort of six who brought back the
remains of Dreux to New Orleans, where he was
buried in great state by the citizens of that place, a
memorable oration having been pronounced over the
remains by Col. Olivier, a Louisiana orator of mark,
and a cousin of the deceased. The occasion was a day
of general cessation of business in the Crescent City,
over thirty thousand people, it was estimated, being in
the procession on the occasion of his funeral. The
city was draped in mourning along the entire line of
the procession from the City Hall to the cemetery,
every mark of respect being shown to the gallant and
loved Dreux, who was the first to offer up his life from
the Pelican State.

Many incidents of a pleasant nature could be re-
called from the records of the Dreux Battalion. The
battalion, in its original formation, did not maintain
itself a sufficient length of time to record any special
deeds of a military nature. This was due to the cir-
cumstance that the battalion was composed of troops

sworn into the Confederate service for a period of
twelve months. The term of four of the companies
expired previous to the passage of the conscript bill,
and, although they remained as an organization in
front of McClellan on the l’eninsula during that offi-
cer’s first advance from that quarter a month after
their terms of service had expired, yet the battalion
broke up in its organized capacity just previous to the
battle of Williamsburg. The four companies whose
term expired immediately took service under Capt.
Fenner, and formed the famous battery which did such
excellent service in the Army of Tennessee. The only
company in the battalion whose term had not expired
upon the passage of the conscript law, the Shreveport
Grays, was attached to the First Louisiana Regiment,
and saw service in many of the important battles par-
ticipated in by the Army of Northern Virginia. An
incident connected with the old battalion may be
worth repeating here. As can easily be conceived,
being composed of the first volunteers from Louisiana,
the best blood of that State was represented in its
ranks. Ned 1 ‘helps (only some few years ago passed
over the riven, a handsome young fellow, tall and
erect, was a private in the Crescent Rifles. On the oc-
casion of one of Magruder’s midnight marches up and
down the Peninsula the gray dawn of a crisp Virginia
morning found Ned Phelps foraging for breakfast. It
seems that Gen. Magruder and his staff had breakfast
prepared at a farmhouse, where Ned, looking out for
the adornment of the inner man, made his appearance.
The General and staff had taken their scats at table,
and were preparing to do justice to the viands set be-
fore them. Without ceremony Ned walked into the
dining room, and, discovering a vacant seat, promptly
took possession thereof. Magruder eyed him for a
moment, and, with the lisping expression which the
General affected, addressed Ned something like this:
“Young man. are you aware whom you are breakfast-
ing with?”

“Well,” said Ned, “before I came soldiering 1 used
to be particular whom I ate with, but now I don’t mind
much — so the victuals are clean.”

This answer so tickled Magruder that he immedi-
ately responded, “Young man, stay where you are and
have what you want,” which Ned did.

From this time on the members of the battalion be
came great favorites with Magruder, and the det
to headquarters were of frequent occurrence. It
would be a pity to let Ned’s unique rejoinder to Ma-
gruder pass unrecorded.

On another occasion, while lying in winter quar-
ters at Spradley’s farm, on the banks of the James
River, near the town of Williamsburg, the Louisian-
ians in the battalion proposed to give the denisons of
that region an idea of what a Mardi Oas celebration
was in the Crescent City. Materials were not very
numerous in that day. but, with the assistance of the
citizens of Williamsburg, some two hundred New Or-
leans boys got up a wonderful procession, rigged out
in as fantastic a manner as it was possible to accom-
plish. The celebration closed with an entertainment
criven to Gen. Magruder and his staff at an inn in Wil-
liamsburg by the members of the battalion. The
same Ned Phelps recorded above was a leader in that
affair. Another member of the battalion from New
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only a few, years agoj, was a splendid make-up of a
young girl. Campbell was perfection in this regard,
it being almost impossible to detect that he was not a
girl. Leaning upon the arm of Ned Phelps, Campbell
entered the apartment where Magruder was dining ill
the Virginia hostelry, and was introduced to the Gen-
eral by his friend Ned as Miss Campbell, of New Or-
leans, on a visit to her brother, a member of the bat-
talion. The scene was most ludicrous to those who
were acquainted with the joke. Magruder, with that
gallantry which always characterized him, placed
“Miss” Campbell on his right hand, who partook lib-
erally of everything that was going, including the liq-
uors. How far this thing would have gone on it is
difficult to say, had not some of the boys ripped up a
feather bed belonging to the landlord ot the hotel and
permitted its contents to fall through an aperture im-
mediately above the dining room, calling out at the
same time: “This is a Louisiana snowstorm.” Dur-
ing the snowstorm Ned and “Miss” Campbell took
their departure, leaving the General in doubt as to
whether he had been in the company of a live lady or
a spook.

Private Soniat and his fife, “the only child Louis-
iana could spare for that eventful picnic party,” may
receive attention in another number of the Veteran.

CONCEPNIN’ OF A HOG.

J. B. POLLEY, FI.ORESVILLE, TEXAS.

Chattanooga, Tenn., October 20, 1863.

Charming Nellie: My alter ego, Ben Blank — the Fi-
dus Achates into whose ever friendly and sympathi-
zing bosom I pour all my joys and sorrows, and who, in
return, makes me his confidant and recounts to me all
his “hairbreadth ‘scapes i’ the imminent deadly
breach” — got into a scrape the other day, the results
of which might have been serious, but, fortunately,
were only amusing. I cannot tell the story as graph-
ically as it was related to me, but will present the sa-
lient points. Appetite comes with eating, I have
somewhere read, but the statement is not true as re-
spects us Texans in Bragg’s army. To us it comes
with fasting. Blue beef and musty corn meal have
been the only rations issued to us in Tennessee, and, as
the boys say, “we have soured on them.” Anyhow,
Ben and Jim Somerville, while on picket together, de-
cided that it was a duty they owed both to themselves
and the Confederacy to “variegate their eatin’,” and
on the following day the two were five miles in rear of
the army, engaged in a diligent search for quadrupeds
of the porcine persuasion. Lacking acquaintances
among the citizens, as well as money and credit, they
proposed, as a dernier ressort, a secret impressment;
and, to effect their purpose with speed and dispatch,
one carried a belduque and the other a minie rifle.
Thus armed and equipped, about the middle of the aft-
ernoon they found themselves in a secluded glade and
in dangerous proximity to a couple of fair-sized and
well-fed hogs. Face to face with the brutes, Ben’s
conscience suddenly grew tender, and he suggested
waiting for them to begin hostilities. It was his first
experience (?) in that kind of foraging. Somerville.
however, was built of sterner stuff, and, saying “No”
with energetic emphasis, took careful aim at the larger

and fatter of the porkers and pulled the trigger with
the deadliest intent. But alas tor his hopes: now true
it is that

The best-laid schemes of men and mice
Gang aft aglee.

The cap upon which so much depended failed in the
time of greatest need, and, to their chagrin and morti-
fication, neither of them could find another, look and
feel as diligently as they might into the secret nooks
and recesses of their well-worn garments. Truly it
was an exasperating predicament for two hungry Tex-
ans to be standing within twenty feet of the very game
for which they had tramped and hunted so long and
untiringly minus the one thing needful: a gun cap.
Even the hogs laughed at the poor devils — that is, if a
constant turning up of dirty noses and a succession of
contemptuous grunts can be called laughing. Al-
though too honest and upright ever to have been or to
be an actor in such a scene, my imagination is vivid
enough to reproduce it very accurately. Ben felt the
disaster so keenly that he lost his temper and began
reproaching Somerville for not being better provided
with ammunition; while, silent as the Sphynx, Som-
erville continued mechanically to search and explore
his sturdy person. Suddenly a rapturous smile light-
ed up his homely features, and he joyfully exclaimed:
“By the Holy Moses, Ben, if I hain’t found a cap way
down in the corner of this shirt pocket Fll be derned!”
So, indeed, he had, and in less than half a minute the
body of the larger hog was lying lifeless upon the
sward, and twenty minutes later the carcass, skinned,
except as to the head and feet, and tied up in a linen
tent cloth and suspended between them from a pole,
was being carried to camp.

Before setting ou; on the expedition, the parties had
wisely agreed upon their respective qualifications, and
apportioned the parts to be played by each other.
Somerville’s reputation for hog sense specially adapt-
ed him to command in all matters pertaining to the
search for and capture of and preparing the swine for
transportation ; while Ben’s acquaintance with and flu-
ent use of the English language, as well as his pre-
sumed knowledge of the ways and habits of the enemy
in the case — Capt. Scott’s provost guard — pointed to
him as leader and spokesman in saving the bacon and
its captors from confiscation, arrest, and court-mar-
tial; the last being, now that we were under Bragg, a
contingency well worth dreading. Thus it was ar-
ranged, and when the hog was first lifted upon the
shoulders of the companions Somerville retired to pri-
vate life — in fact, never opened his mouth to advise in
any subsequent emergencies — and Ben assumed com-
mand. “Dressed in a little brief authority,” he forth-
with proceeded to commit a grave and inexcusable
error. Ben should have been bold and selected the
highways. Instead, he chose a road little traveled
by the citizens. As a result, while all went well for
a couple of miles, at the first open ground half
a dozen shining bayonets slowly sinking out of view
behind a hill over which the road ran gave warning of
danger. These were the well-known insignia of prov-
ost guards, and Ben no sooner caught sight of them
than he ordered a halt, and. having deposited the hog
upon a log, said to Somerville: “What had we best do
now, old fellow?” But Somerville was tired, and, hav-
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sume further responsibility, and between whin’s at
his pipe only replied: “Damfiknow.” A long silence
followed, and then Ben asked: “Do you reckon any oi
those guards saw us?” “Damfiknow,” replied Som
erville. and, rising to his feet, he gazed at the sun as it
glided down behind Lookout Mountain. A quarter
“i .in hour went by, the journey was resumed, and a
mile of ground covered, when, walking around a point
of timber as unsuspectingly as the “babes in the
woods,” the little procession ran plump into a squad of
the enemy. The unlooked-for encounter was terribly
demoralizing to Ben; and. for the moment at his wits’
end. he cast an appealing glance across the hog at the
stolid countenance of his companion, but found his re-
ward only in a wink, which said as plainly as words: “I
told you so.”

Thus thrown upon his own resources, the emergi
cy restored his composure, and, recognizing the -.
geanl of the squad as a First Texan whom he had once
befriended, he gave him an admirable opportunity to
reciprocate. No ingrate, even if a provost guard, the
sergeant, after inspecting the pass handed him, an-
nounced to his men. “These gentlemen are all right.
boys;” and. stepping to one side, left the way Open,
The much relieved raiders stepped out for camp al
their liveliest gait, and for a while rapidly increased

the distance between them and the leisurely moving
provost guard.

Then the sergeant put more life into his long legs,
and, overtaking them, pointed at the swinging carcass
of the hog, and iit a tone of mingled apology and au-
thority said: “See here, fellows, isn’t that ar hog
skinned? If it is, I’ll have to take you in out of the

wet, or them d Georgians back thar will report

me.” “Can’t you see that it isn’t skinned?” asked Ben
in his turn, pointing- at the exposed head and feet, and
still relying’ a little on the sergeant’s gratitude. It was
leaning upon a broken staff though. The Georgians
had come within hearing, and the sergeant was loath to
exchange his soft berth as a member of the provost
guard for hard sendee in the ranks of his company;
and with a provoking smile he replied, “You can’t
work a game of that kind on me, Mr. Blank,” in a
tone which convinced my friend that instant change of
front was both advisable and unavoidable.

Speaking- with an appearance of the loftiest uncon-
cern, he said: “Well, Mr. Sergeant, as I don’t propose
to do any lying or have my pork flavored with the dir-
ty hands of your followers. I’ll acknowledge straight
out that it is skinned. It takes time to heat water, and
we had none to spare for such foolishness.”

“I’ll have to arrest you. then,” said the sergeant.

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“My orders is to arrest every feller we catch totin’
skinned meat.”

“All right,” replied Ben, “obey your orders then;
but if you want to reach your quarters before mid-
night, you fellows had better do a little totin’ your-
selves.”

Ben says that his first thought when the climax of
arrest came was to purchase release by the surrender
of a generous portion of the pork; but while debating
in his own mind how to broach the subject to the ser-
geant he heard one of the provost guard smack his
lips and say to another: “Great Giminy, Tom! but
won’t we waller in grease an’ good eatin’ to-night?”
Action, speech, and look were so unctuously glutton-
ous and revolting that Ben resolved to “die in the last
ditch” and be court-martialed or carry the whole of the
hog to his company. Therefore, on entering the camp
of the provost guard he requested Lieut. Shotwell — as
good and brave a man and soldier as ever lived — not
only to prohibit any interference with the hog, but to
accompany him and his companion in misfortune to
the quarters of Gen. Jenkins, scarcely a hundred yards
distant. The General sat before a fire in front of
his tent, reading by the light of a lantern, which
swung from the limb of a tree, and as the party ap-
proached he looked up with a pleasant smile. Ignor-
ing Shotwell by stepping in front of that gentleman
and respectfully saluting Jenkins, looking boldly and
unflinchingly into his eyes, and caring not that his own
hat was slouched, his trousers greasy, and his big toe
protruding conspicuously from the right shoe — anx-
ious as never before in his life to combine a becoming
suaviter in modo with a convincing fortiter in re — Ben
began his oration: “General, Mr. Somerville and I are
members of Company F of the Fourth Texas, and ev-
ery officer of the regiment, from the colonel down, will
corroborate the assertion that we are soldiers who
never shirk duty, whether in camp, on the march, or in
battle. Yet, sir, Lieut. Shotwell holds us under ar-
rest and charges us with depredating on the property
of citizens, the only evidence against us being that we
have been found in possession of a partly skinned hog.
We come to you for release, sir. When a gentleman
— and, although privates, each of us claims to be that—
buys a hog and pays for it he has a right to skin or
scald it, whichever he finds most convenient.” At this
juncture Col. Harvey Sellers, the adjutant general of
the division, stepped from a tent and approached the
fire; when, taking instant and judicious advantage of
the diversion, Ben continued : “Although not person-
ally known to Col. Sellers, I am sure that he knows my
people and will testify to their standing, even if he can-
not to mine. Colonel, my name is Blank, and my fa-
ther, an old Texan, used to live in County.”

“I know him well,” exclaimed the colonel, inter-
rupting the speaker and extending his hand with the
utmost cordiality, “and I am glad to make the ac-
quaintance of his son, whom I know to be a gallant
and deserving soldier.”

Blushing more at this flattering reception than at
the attempt (in which the colonel — gentleman, soldier,
and Texan to the core that he was — appeared willing
to join) to “pull the wool” over the commanding offi-
cer’s eyes, Ben presented such a touching and pathet-
ic picture of modest merit and suffering innocence that
the General said: “I regret exceedingly, Mr. Blank,

that you have been subjected to the indignity of an ar-
rest for an offense of which I am satisfied that you are
innocent. But, to refute the often-repeated charge
that Hood’s Division is depredating on the citizens, I
shall request you and your companion to remain with
Lieut. Shotwell to-night, and in the morning show
him the party from whom you made the purchase.”

For a moment Ben was fairly cornered; then, gath-
ering his wits together, he replied: “Another day in
the country, General, would be very pleasant; but,
while Lieut. Shotwell’s hospitality is widely known,
present acceptance of it would require us to sleep with-
out blankets or discommode him; and, under the pe-
culiar circumstances, to remain would affect our repu-
tation as good soldiers. Besides, sir, our comrades
are hungry, pork is scarce and high, and that which we
have will spoil unless cut up and salted to-night.”

“O well!” said the General, after a hearty laugh,
“take the meat to camp at once, then, and save your

bacon; but come back in the morning and save the
good name of the division.”

The average soldier’s conscientious scruples seldom
interfere with his enjoyment of the fruits of a com-
rade’s enterprise. The advent of that hog marked an
epoch in the annals of the company and was so timely
that the members of Company F, while frying, broil-
ing, boiling, and roasting their respective shares, also
loosened their purse strings and gladly contributed
more than a hundred dollars to be used in satisfying
the owner, if he could be found. Next morning at
daylight Ben laid the facts before Capt. Kindred, then
serving on the staff of “Aunt Pollie,” which, you know,
is our pet name for Gen. Robertson. The captain
went immediately to Gen. Jenkins and, after consider-
able wrestling and prayer, persuaded him into a rea-
sonably lenient frame of mind — that is, Ben and his
partner in the raid were required to find an owner for
the hog, pay him a fair price for it, and deliver the re-
ceipt for the amount paid to Lieut. Shotwell. That
suited the boys exactly, and by noon they had found
their man and paid him twice the price demanded.
Then, each feeling within himself

A peace above all earthly dignities — ■
A still and quiet conscience,

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they returned to camp to be heartily congratulated
upon the fortunate and hunger-satisfying issue of the
adventure.

The congratulations were a little premature. Cal-
houn and Holden, of Company B, stimulated to bold
and daring deeds by the sight of Ben’s hog, were that
very day caught by the provost guard “toting” a little,
scrawny, insignificant shoat toward camp. Unable to
convince anybody of their innocence — the shoat being
too small to divide and the boys too timid to tackle
Jenkins — all except a few pounds of the plunder was
confiscated, and the late owners were sent to camp,
under a guard, for their blankets. Nor was this the
sum total of the misfortunes of the day. Gen. Jenkins
was “riding a high horse,” terribly indignant at this
second offense by members of the Fourth, and the
guards who accompanied Calhoun ami Holden had
orders to rearrest Ben and Somerville.

In the morning Capts. McLaurin and Kindred had
a lengthy and stormy interview with the irate General.
That distinguished officer’s confidence in human na-
ture was at its lowest ebb, and my dear friend Ben the
scapegoat on whom he vented his wrathful spleen.
The captains, however, finally talked him into a good
humor, and, after admitting that he was humiliated
and exasperated at being taken in by Ben, he washed
his hands of both transgressions by delivering the par-
ties over to Gen. Robertson, and requesting that offi-
cer to administer proper punishment. Carried to
“Aunt Pollie,” and that officer made acquainted with
the facts and Jenkins’s request, he put on the sternest
look his mild and benevolent countenance was capable
of wearing, and demanded: “If you want hogs, boys,
why don’t you buy them like gentlemen?”

“Now look here, Gen. Robertson,” instantly blurted
out Bill Calhoun, stepping up closer and looking him
squarely in the face, “if you know or can invent any
way for a private in this Confederate army to be a gen-
tleman and buy his grub, when he hasn’t got the
wherewith to pay for a settin’ hen and when the keen
pangs of a never-dyin’ appetite is a feedin’ on his vitals
like a drove of red ants on a grasshopper, it’s your du-
ty to your Texas constituents, sir, to make her public.”

His public spirit thus appealed to, instead of his
question answered, “Aunt Pollie” forgot Jenkins’s re-
quest and the grave offenses with which the members
of his little audience were charged, and began to abuse
our Confederate Congress for its miserable, makeshift
monetary legislation. Ben, something of a politician,
at any rate very politic, followed his lead, and, for a
wonder, agreed with him on every point, and in a few-
minutes the old fellow was in the best humor imagina-
ble. Then Calhoun put in his oar again: “Look here.
General, isn’t it about time to sorter ‘ten’ to business?”

“Business? business?” repeated “Aunt Pollie” in an
absent-minded way: “O yes! I forgot all about them
hogs. Well, if Gen. Jenkins. Gen. Longstreet, or Gen.
Bragg thinks T am going to punish any of my men for
killing a hog now and then, they’ll find themselves
mistaken. You boys go to camp and behave your-
selves, and the next time you run across the provost
guards flank the d cusses.”

Pray do not draw any unkind and uncharitable in-
ferences from the fact that “Aunt Pollie” had that very
morning eaten broiled spareribs for breakfast: he never
inquired where Capt. Kindred got them, *s for Gen.

Jenkins, Kindred says that while that distinguished
officer was most bitter in his denunciation of my friend
Ben, he was eying, with a look of regretful disgust,
some exceedingly spare and diminutive spareribs then
being roasted on a fire near by. Whether he was
mentally comparing them with those which the con-
fiscation that would have inevitably followed an ear-
lier confession by Ben would have turnished the head-
quarters table is a question I hesitate to decide. But
Bill Calhoun — whose opinion, however, is not entitled
to much weight when one remembers that his pork
was confiscated — said, when Ben told him of this little
circumstance: “O yes! Mr. Gen. South Carolina Jen-
kins wanted to confiscate your hog like he did mine.
He’s in cahoot with the provost guard, I reckon, and
his share of the little shoat I brought in wasn’t half
greasy and juicy enough to suit the fastidious epi-epi-
epicurism of his high mighty mightiness.”

All things considered, and setting aside all thought
of currying favor, it was, to say the least, a grave
breach of politeness in Ben not to offer Jenkins a mess
of pork. Human nature is pretty much the same, in
whatever garb clothed: and a thick, juicy sparerib, ten-
dered in the proper spirit, has a wonderfully softening
effect on an obdurate heart and in an army whose
highest officers are on short commons more, perhaps,
than anvwhere else.

NULLIFICATION AND SECESSION.
Record of Massachusetts and New England,

l;\ CHA PI. A I \ |. \\ 1 1 II A \l JON I S.

I ask you to allow me to “come again” on these
points, which my distinguished critic, Mr. Billings,
has brought into the discussion between us. I desire
to be brief as possible consistent with clearness and
completeness of view, as I am aware that I have al-
ready taken a good deal of your valuable space: but I
find myself really “embarrassed with my riches” when
I try to cull and condense from the ample material at
hand; and I shall be obliged, therefore, to make this
paper longer than I intended, and to still leave out a
number of things that I wanted to put in.

I shall not now go into the discussion of the relative
number of troops furnished and money raised by Mas-
sachusetts and Virginia for the war of 1812, because
that would take space which I wish for the more im-
portant issue of the nullification and secession record
of Massachusetts: although I am tempted to do so, as
it would be easy, I think, to show that the troops raised
by Massachusetts were chiefly militia for state defense.
which she would not allow to go beyond her borders:
that the money she raised was for local defense, and
that she afterwards made vigorous efforts to induce
the general government to reimburse her, while all of
the men or money which Virginia counted was for the
common defense of all the States.

Northern histories have, with scarcely an exception,
put the odium of nullification on South Carolina, and
Hayne and Calhoun have been held up to execration
and our children taught to despise their memory on
the ground that they invented this great heresy, which
the firmness of Andrew Jackson crushed out. But
whatever may be said of tin wrong of nullification, it

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unquestionably had its origin in Massachusetts and
New England, and had there its most radical develop-
ment. In its original convention of 1780 Massachu-
setts declared, among other things, on this same line :
“Government is instituted for the common good; for
the protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness of the
people. Therefore, the people alone have an incon-
testable, inalienable, and indefeasible right to institute
government, and to reform, alter, or totally change the
same when their protection, safety, prosperity, and
happiness require it,” and “that the people of this com-
monwealth have the sole and exclusive right of gov-
erning themselves as a free, sovereign, and independ-
ent state, and do, and forever hereafter shall, exercise
and enjoy every power, jurisdiction, and right which
is not, or may hereafter be, by them expressly dele-
gated to the United States of America in Congress as-
sembled.”

Is not the germ of both nullification and secession
— the doctrine of supreme state sovereignty — distinct-
ly contained in this declaration of the rights of the
commonwealth of Massachusetts? Pages might be
quoted from the leaders of Massachusetts and New
England in the early days of the republic to show that
they most distinctly understood that Massachusetts
had the right to judge for herself of the constitution-
ality of laws passed by Congress, and to nullify them
or to withdraw from the Union, as she might see fit.

As early as 1793, when war with one or more Euro-
pean powers seemed imminent, Timothy Dwight
voiced the sentiments of New England when he wrote:
“A war with Great Britain we, at least in New En-
gland, will not enter into. Sooner would ninety-nine
out of one hundred of our inhabitants separate from
the Union than plunge themselves into an abyss of mis-
ery.” Italics are mine. This quotation and others
which follow are taken from authentic records by
Curry, A. H. Stephens, Sage, Bledsoe, President Da-
vis, and Gen. Wheeler; and I make here this general
acknowledgment, without taking space to cite author-
ities on each particular quotation.

When the question of the purchase of the Louisi-
ana Territory was being agitated, Massachusetts and
New England not only took the strongest ground
against it, but threatened to exercise their “unques-
tioned right” of secession if the measure were persist-
ed in. Hon. George Cabot, Senator from Massachu-
setts, bitterly opposed it on the ground that, if Louis-
iana was acquired, “the influence of our [the north-
eastern] part of the Union must be diminished by the
acquisition of more weight at the other extremity.”

Col. Timothy Pickering, who had been an officer
in the Revolution and served in Washington’s cabinet,
was long United States Senator from Massachusetts
and one of the most influential men in New England,
was a leading secessionist, and we might quote from
him by the page to show the sentiment of his section.
In a letter to Higginson, dated Washington, Decem-
ber 24, 1803, he says: “I will not yet despair. I will
rather anticipate a new Confederacy, exempt from the
corrupt and corrupting influence and oppression of
the aristocratic Democrats of the South. There will
be (and our children, at farthest, will see it”) a separa-
iton. The white and black populations will mark the
boundary.”