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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The honor roll of the University of Virginia, from the times-dispatch, December 3, 1905. (search)
rfolk, Va. 1862. Wait, G. H., Ark., Little Rock, Ark., 1863. Walke, I. T., Jr., Lt. Col., Va., Woodstock, Va., 1864. Walker, C., Ala. Walker, J. T., Texas. Walker, S. G., Va., Gettysburg, Pa., 1863. Ward, W. N., Va. Wardlaw, R. H., S. C., Gravel's Run, S. C., 1863. Wartelle, F., La., Shiloh, Tenn, 1862. Warwick, B., Surg., Va., Gaines' Mills Va., 1862. Washington, J. A., Lt. Col., Va., W. Va., 1861. Washington, J. E., Lt. Col., S. C., Monterey, Va., 1861. Watkins, W. M., Va., Halifax, Va., 1864. Watson, D., Maj. Art., Va., Spotsylvania, Va., 1864. Weddell, V. L., Va. Wertenbaker, T. G., Va., Charlottesville, Va., 1862. West, J. N., La., Louisiana, 1865. Weyman, J. B., Ala., 1864. Wheatley, J. G., Va., 1864. Wheeler, C., Va., Little Rock, Ark. White, D. S., Texas, Panold, Miss., 1863. Wilson, R. C., Miss., 1863. Wilson, N. C., Va., Gettysburg, Pa., 1863. Wilson, T. D., Surg., S. C., Bishopville, S. C., 1865. Wimberl
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.15 (search)
rous young Lieutenant Randolph, Joseph Tucker Randolph, eldest son of the late veteran bookseller and publisher, Joseph W. Randolph and his wife Honora Mary Tucker, sister of Captain John Randolph Tucker, U. S. Navy, the late Major Norman V. Randolph, identified so conspicuously with the weal and progress of our city and section, was a younger son. of Richmond, also was killed; 'twas there the brave Col. J. B. Terrill, of the Thirteenth Virginia, ended his useful career, as did, also, Major Watkins, the brave soldier of the Fifty-second. 'Twas there Colonel J. C. Gibson, like an old war-horse, always scenting the battle in the breeze, came down from the hospital on one leg and got the other shattered to pieces. In fact, every field officer and nearly every company officer in the brigade, present in action, was either killed or wounded. General Lee's lines were formed at right angles to the——road leading down James River near second Cold Harbor. The enemy on our front shifted
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Crisis at Sharpsburg. (search)
n one dead man's cartridge-box, and walked a few yards to pick up another. I was about to fire the third shot from this box, when something happened; for a minute or so surely I must have lost consciousness, else I would not have allowed the ambulance corps to attempt to take me off the hotly contested field, which we still held. They started with me, in but a moment, it seems to me, four of us were on the ground in a pile almost. As I lay on the stretcher, I saw the ball strike poor Charlie Watkins in the head, scattering his brains. He fell with a thud and never breathed again. Billie Briggs (William H. Briggs) had his thigh broken and second and third finger cut off, and another man, name unknown, wounded. I tell you, it was a hot place, and getting hotter each moment. Others offered to take up the stretcher, but I commanded them not to do this, but go back to the firing-line. At this time our line charged, and the enemy ran. I crawled and walked to a hay-stack, full of wou
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Twelfth Alabama Infantry, Confederate States Army. (search)
lled from the remains of an old fort erected there in the days of the British General Braddock, and near the residence of Mr. Clark and his amiable daughter, Mrs. Susan P. Jones. Mrs. Jones sent us some delicacies, and made us a brief visit. I suffered much from my wound to-day. A party of Confederates, perhaps a hundred, marched by the office, under guard, on their way to some Northern prison. The sight was a painful one. Major Lambeth, Lieutenant W. H. Hearne, Sergeant Lines and private Watkins, of the 14th North Carolina, were brought to the office and quartered with us. Captain Frost, of the 4th Georgia, from West Point, Ga., died of his wounds in hospital. The ladies gave him the kindest attention. Yankees are continually passing our door, and frequently stop and gaze curiously and impertinently at us, and ask rude, tantalizing questions. They do not wait to be invited in, but stalk in noisily and roughly. Their conversation is coarse and insulting. We have many co