that if he was ever wounded he wanted the surgeon to tell him his true condition. Dr. Etheridge told him that he was mortally wounded. He said: “I am no more afraid to die than I am to fight for my country.” Lieutenant-Colonel Hardeman, Major Carson and Dr. Etheridge, were all professors of religion, and were always ready to do all they could for the cause of Christ. There were several captains and subordinate officers of whom I would like to speak if I had time. I am yours, etc.,
From Rev. C. H. Dobbs, Presbyterian, chaplain Twelfth Mississippi.
Kosciusko, Mississippi, March, 1867.Dear Brother: I regret exceedingly that about the close of the war I lost nearly every vestige of information concerning the data you desire, as far as papers, manuscripts, etc. are concerned, hence the impossibility of giving you much in the way of statistics. You can, perhaps, obtain from Mrs. Brown, of Richmond, Virginia, a copy of the by-laws, etc., of the Christian Association in Harris's Brigade, from which you can find the number of church-members, conversions, etc., in the brigade up to that period. You will bear in mind the fact that I did not receive my appointment (as chaplain Twelfth Mississippi Regiment) until January, 1863. I then found the brigade camped about eight miles from Fredericksburg, on or near the road leading from Hamilton's Crossing to Chancellorsville. The ground was covered with snow, and as I approached the regiment, unknown to most of the men, having received the appointment at the solicitation of the colonel (Taylor), while on a furlough to Mississippi, I must acknowledge that my heart sank within me. Being a chaplain I was viewed with suspicion by many who afterwards became my warmest friends. The situation of affairs was somewhat thus. There had been no regular preaching in the regiment since its organization. Rev. A. A. Lomax, who was a private, had held prayer-meetings and preached now and then, as he could find time. But, all in all, religion was at a low ebb. In every tent was a pack of cards; from every quarter came up blasphemous oaths, not far off was what they called “hell's halfacre,” or “the devil's camp-ground,” where keno, chuck-a-luck, etc., were engaged in by hundreds from every part of the army. The daily wickedness exhibited then and there was truly appalling. Yet I knew that many of the best families of Mississippi were represented in this brigade. I knew there were many of the sons of pious parents, and that many a mother's prayer was ascending to God for her beloved son, who was now in the gall of bitterness and in the bonds of iniquity. I knew the arm of God was not shortened, nor His ear closed to the prayers of His people. I took courage; on Sunday numbers came out and stood upon the snow, listening attentively, but as soon as services were over, many of them rejoined their crowds, who were ‘playing cards’ at arm's length from the pulpit. Things continued thus about one month. Great revivals were in progress in Jackson's Corps, but we were dead. About this time I went to Richmond for books, tracts, etc. While in the Christian Advocate office some young soldier thrust into my hand a copy of the constitution, by-laws, etc., of the Christian Association of Anderson's Brigade, Hood's Division. I never saw him afterwards, and know not what became of him. It was a simple act on his part, but it put in motion a course of action the results of which will never be known until the judgment. The idea flashed upon my mind, “just what we need, concert of action. The soldiers of Christ in the army must be brought together and stand breast to breast.” I arrived at camp at 4 o'clock next morning. The association was organized with six members; the next night about twenty joined, the next forty, until the number soon reached two or three hundred. A nightly prayer-meeting was organized. On the third night, when an opportunity was afforded for remarks, a man of about