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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.3 (search)
t the Citadel, on account of his scholarly style of composition, had been dubbed by his fellow-cadets Lord Shaftsbury. In this battle Sergeant G. M. Hodges' horse was killed under him, and he was shot in the side. Though wounded, he succeeded in capturing another horse, and continued in the battle until disabled by a wound in the shoulder. After the battle investigation showed that the enemies' bullet had entered the same hole in his coat that was made by the bullet which wounded him at Trevillian, 12th June, 1864. In this battle Captain Humphreys was wounded in the arm by a grape shot in charging a battery. He was carried to the hospital in Raleigh, N. C. The surgeon informed him that his arm must be amputated. He refused to submit to the operation from a morbid horror of going through life maimed, and died a short time before Lee's surrender. Cadet Humphreys was gifted with a fine intellect and a very natural quality to make for himself a successful career. Fate willed other
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.29 (search)
that in so doing he was throwing his boy in the path of Lee's whole army, and that his chances of ever coming out alive were few; that as commanding officer, he should not have sacrificed the boy in that manner. He was very bitter towards Grant, says my friend. It was a sad day for this ambitious youth when he sought distinction by throwing himself in the path of those harassed veterans of Lee, even though they were on the road to Appomattox. Those grim warriors of Brandy Station and Trevillian's little knew and little recked of this ambitious youth or his hopes. He had crossed the retreating lion's path and he must meet his doom. A brave Federal officer. Soon the same cavalry came charging down again, and this time one officer stood his ground after a volley had again scattered his men. Major James Breathed, our chief of artillery, who will never be forgotten as long as a cavalryman of the Army of Northern Virginia lives to think of his dash and courage, came up in the m