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by A private of the Sixth Virginia cavalry, C. S. A.
On the morning of the fight at
Yellow Tavern, May 12th, 1864, I was acting as one of
Stuart's couriers.
At the beginning of it I was stationed in front of the tavern, under one of a row of trees that lined the way close by. To my left, about four hundred yards off, the enemy could be easily seen emerging from a piece of woods and forming for battle.
A short distance to my right I saw an irregular line of Confederates.
Pretty soon from the enemy came lively volleys whistling through the trees and starting the dust in the road.
In a few minutes I saw two horsemen approach from the
Confederate side.
As they drew near I recognized
General Stuart and
Colonel Walter Hullion.
They halted near by in the road, and
Stuart, taking out his field-glass, deliberately watched the manoeuvres of the enemy, though balls were whizzing past him. Presently, regardless of the increasing fire, which was now accompanied with shouts,
Stuart put his glass away, and taking out paper and pencil wrote an order.
Handing it to
Colonel Hullion, he told him to take it to
General Lomax.
That officer replied by pointing to me and suggesting that I should carry it.
Stuart assented, and I rode off in search of
General Lomax.
The firing continued to increase, and many squadrons were in sight.
The enemy, awake to their superior numbers, seemed about to make a general advance, while our men were availing themselves of the character of the ground to repel their attack.
After going a few rods to the rear, my horse, excited by the firing, suddenly stopped and refused to budge.
After several vain attempts with the spur and the flat side of my sword to start him, I at last struck him with all my strength right between the ears.
This “downed” him, but he soon rose and ran off at the top of his speed.
I soon came to where
General Lomax was, and coming into collision with his horse gained his immediate attention.
After reading the note he told me to go back and tell
General Stuart that the order had been delivered.
In a few moments I rejoined
Stuart.
He was sitting on his horse close behind a line of dismounted men, who were firing at the advancing Federals.
The disparity of numbers between the opposing forces was very great, to judge from appearances.
Our men seemed aware of their inferior strength, but were not dismayed.
The enemy confidently pressed forward with exultant shouts, delivering tremendous volleys.
The Confederates returned their fire with yells of defiance.
Stuart, with pistol in hand, shot over the heads of the troops, while with words of cheer he encouraged them.
He kept saying: “Steady, men, steady.
Give it to them.”
Presently he reeled in his saddle.
His head was bowed and his hat fell off. He turned and said as I drew nearer: “Go and tell
General Lee and
Dr. Fontaine to come here.”
I wheeled at once and went as fast as I could to do his bidding.
Coming to the part of the line where
General Lomax was, I told him
Stuart was hurt and that he wanted
General Fitz Lee.
He pointed to the left and told me to hurry.
Soon I found
General Lee, and delivered the message.
He was riding a light gray, if I remember, and instantly upon receipt of the news went like an arrow down the line.
When I returned,
Stuart had been taken from his horse and was being carried by his men off the field.
I saw him put in an ambulance and I followed it close behind.
He lay without speaking as it went along, but kept shaking his head with an expression of the deepest disappointment.
He died the next day, May 12th.
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