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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Historical sketch of the Rockbridge artillery, C. S. Army, by a member of the famous battery. (search)
M. Effinger, William H. Emmett, Michael J. Eppes, W. H. *Estill, William C. Fairfax, Randolph Faulkner, E. Boyd Fishburne, Clemt. D. Font, Henry Ford, Henry F. Ford, James A. Frazer, Robert *Friend, Benjamin C. M. Fuller, John Garnett, James M. Gay, Charles Gay, Erskine M. Gerard, Edward Died at Chimborazo hospital, of diphtheria, on September 6, 1864.Gibbs, John T., Jr. Gibson, Henry B. Gibson, John T. *Gibson, Robert A. Gilliam, William T. *Gilmer, James B. Gilmore, J. Harvey *Ginger, George A. Ginger, William L. Gold, Alfred Gold, John M. *Gooch, J. T. Gordon, William C. *Graham, Archibald, Jr. Goul, John M. Gray,—— Gregory, John M., Jr. Grosch, Charles Hall, John F. Harris, Alexander Harris, Bolin *Heiskell, J. Campbell Heiskell, J. P. *Henry, Norborne S. Herndon, Francis T. Hetterick, Ferdinand Hitner, John K. Holmes, John A. Hostetter, Geo
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.12 (search)
eves when I first saw the Yankees, and might have made my escape, but thinking they were our Home Guard, I deliberately walked around the house in full view of them, and saw my mistake when the guns were pointed at me, and I could only throw up my hands in token of surrender. I was carried right off, without a coat, and was all night without coat or blanket, and almost frozen. They issued no rations, but my mother was allowed to supply me with food. My sister went with my parole to General Gilliam and begged him to release me, but he refused to do it. This was Eastereve, 1865. No rations. On Monday we marched twenty miles up the Blue Ridge, and camped at Yadkin spring, where we received our first rations—a half-ear of corn for each prisoner—for twenty-four hours. And this in a land not yet despoiled of provisions, where our captors had plenty and to spare. I had some remains of my lunch, and did not want the corn; but half a dozen famished men were eager for it. Next morn