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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Elliott Grays of Manchester, Va. [from the Richmond, Va., times, November 28, 1902.] (search)
ittle band now living. Roster of the Company. The following is the complete list of men and officers who actually served in the war, and whose record is without a discreditable word: Captain John S. Whitworth, Lieutenants Emmett J. Mann, Henry Fitzgerald, James D. Craig. Sergeants William Walsh, James F. Roper, William F. Bass, Abe Fitzgerald. Corporals Andrew A. Waugh, William J. Anderson, George B. Bass, George Tolby. Privates A. Adams, M. L. Adams, George C. Anderson, James S. Baird, W. B. Bowman, Thomas F. Brown, J. D. Bockwell, Leroy Bass, G. W. Browder, W. E. Browder, Thomas Browder, J. W. Browder, James H. Belcher (transferred to navy September 16, 1862), William Brooks, William Caudle, T. B. Cersley, J. T. Cottrell, John A. Cersley, T. W. Crow, James W. Cersley, W. D. Craig, E. Chandler, Richard Cottrell, J. W. Craig, John Duck, Henry D. Eggers (transferred to navy November 1, 1862), John E. Eggers (transferred to navy November 1, 1862), James Edmunds, William
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.19 (search)
the pulse of battle. At 12 o'clock the firing extended toward the right. We opened fresh batteries, and all, save Davis and Sheridan, were fighting. The terrific fury of the firing at this time cannot be described. It brought the hearts of those who were listening, in the rear, to their mouths. A dozen awful claps of thunder at the same instant might have been heard above the din of that fearful noon, but it could hardly have sensibly increased the crushing volume of sound. Brannan, Baird, Negley, Reynolds, Johnson, and Palmer were engaged in deadly conflict. They had repulsed the great charge of the day, but at heavy cost. The enemy had plenty of reserve, and massed them again on the left. He pushed his lines forward, and the weakness of our brave right was beginning to show. At the end of one short hour Van Cleve was no longer in reserve. He was fighting with Thomas, for the left—that terrible, gluttonous left. Wood, too, has been shoved in that direction, under a hea