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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 6. (ed. Frank Moore) 2 0 Browse Search
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was sounded, and we retired in perfect order. We reached the ferry about midnight. At day-light on the morning of the twelfth, we commenced crossing our horses, and by noon we had swam seven hundred and twenty-five horses over a deep river one hundred yards wide, and crossed all the men without a single accident. The infantry returning to Marianna, caused Dobbins to change camp. The Fifth Kansas will now bet their bottom dollar on their Lieutenant-Colonel, as well as their Majors, Sam Walker and T. W. Scudder. Col. Clayton arrived at Helena on the morning of the thirteenth, and the Fifth came in that night. Colonel Clayton drove the rebels back at Taylor's Creek and made good his retreat to Helena. Altogether this is the most important scout ever made from Helena — so says General Prentiss. Marmaduke has been again repulsed with loss, and General Prentiss has received certain information of his whereabouts. He destroyed over one hundred thousand bushels of corn for
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 36. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The last charge from the Danville, Va., Bee, April 20, 1907. (search)
sed near us and Smith said to him, General, what is the matter? I am not going to surrender; can't I leave here? Gen. Lee said, I have surrendered this army; I cannot give you permission to leave, and captain you ought not to leave; stay with the rest of us. But Bill Smith said, I am going to get out of here or die, and he did leave and got out and lives to this day, the same brave, daring and every inch a man. He was at the regiment as I came back with those prisoners. I came by where Sam Walker was lying wounded in charge of John Whitmore who said he was mortally wounded. He died that evening. Near him was James Wilson, our color sergeant, and he too, poor fellow, had seen his last on earth. His beautiful bay mare stood near him, and the colors of our old regiment were furled and leaning against a tree never again to be unfurled. I do not remember who was with him, but I think it was his brother. I knew he was dying; my heart sunk within me when he said to me,Moffett, it is