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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The last tragedy of the war. [from the New Orleans, La., Picayune, January 18, 1903.] (search)
The last tragedy of the war. [from the New Orleans, La., Picayune, January 18, 1903.] Execution of Tom Martin at Cincinnati, by the order of General Hooker. By Captain James Dinkins. During General Hood's campaign into middle Tennessee, in November, 1864, a young cavalryman by the name of Thomas Martin, whose home was in Kentucky, decided to steal away and pay his family a visit. The army passed within fifty miles of his home, and he doubtless thought he would be able to visit his parents and get back before being missed. Soon after his arrival at home, however, the Federals made him a prisoner and charged him with being a guerrilla. He was sent to Cincinnati and confined in a cell. Not long afterwards he was brought before a court-martial and convicted of having been a guerrilla and sentenced to be shot. Tom Martin was a mere boy, and was illiterate, unable to read or write, but he protested his innocence and insisted that he was a regular Confederate soldier. At
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.10 (search)
War times in Natchez. [from the New Orleans (La.) Picayune, January 18, 1903.] By Mrs. G. Griffing Wilcox. Grand, exclusive, heroic Natchez, with her terraced hills and fragrant gardens, colonial mansions and prehistoric memories, was gorgeous in gala day attire. The Stars and Stripes floated from the domes and windows of all public buildings, and were stretched over the street crossings. General Tuttle, mounted on his milk-white steed, and escorted by his staff, paraded the principal thoroughfares. Handsomely-uniformed soldiers, arrayed in the paraphernalia and insignia of office, were moving hither and thither, reminding one of a vast assemblage of strange bright birds driven hence by terrific storms on foreign shores, but alas! the storm was in our own beautiful and loved Southland, and we were compelled, perforce, to look upon and admire the brillant plumage of these strange, bright birds, who brought not the rich tidings of all glorious things, but sad disaster, o