of the dead:
Colonel Blacknall had ardent patriotism, high conviction of right and principle, and an engaging manhood.
His presence was attractive, his gifts were many, his heroism of a lofty type.
Such a man must needs have made an ideal Southern soldier.
He received his death wound at the battle of Winchester, September 19, 1864.
Having his foot shattered by a ball from a cavalryman's carbine, amputation failed to arrest the gangrene that subsequently set in, and he died on March 4th, being administered to by the good ladies of Winchester.
He was buried by Christie's side—both Colonels of the 23rd North Carolina and par nobile fratrum. While the remains of Christie have been transferred to his home, Blacknall sleeps in the Stonewall cemetery at Winchester — a fact, which, whether of deliberate choice on the part of friends or not, seems fitting to meet the idea of the patriot bard: Where should a soldier rest but where he fell.
To return to the regiment.