away to his headquarters, a small cottage in the center of the town of Iuka. Going to the headquarters of General Price a little later, I said: “General, what shall I do with General Little's body?” “My little, my little; I've lost my little,” was the reply, and the lines of sorrow were like furrows on his brow. “General,” I said, after a moment's hesitation, “what shall I do with General Little's body?” “My little; I've lost my little, my only little.” I waited again, and once more tried: “General Price, what shall I do with General Little's body?” “My little is gone; I've lost my little.” That was the only reply I could get from General Price. He was almost crazed with grief, and I don't believe he knew what I was asking him. Going down the steps, I met Colonel Tom Sneed, the adjutant of General Price, and I asked him. He told me he would see Price and would come over to our headquarters after a while. It was about 10 o'clock at night when he came. They had held a consultation in the meantime, and had decided to retreat from Iuka. General Price wanted to fight, but General Hebert and the others said the death of Little had so completely demoralized the soldiery that they believed they would not fight with any spirit. So it was decided to retreat at daylight. “General little's body must be buried at once,” said General Price to me, coming over to our headquarters; “for we retreat before the dawn.” The soldiers dug a grave .in the little garden just to the rear of our headquarters, and a few minutes before 12 midnight the saddest funeral train I ever witnessed in my life formed in line and moved to where the fresh earth had been rolled back. Each of us carried a lighted candle that flickered mournfully in the night air, and we gathered about the open grave as the rough coffin was lowered in the earth. Father Bannon, of St. Louis, the chaplain of the First Missouri brigade, stood at the head. Wright Schaumburg, afterwards the private secretary to Mayor Shakspeare, of this city, came next. Then we were all grouped around the sacred spot, each man with a lighted candle. There were Colonel Thomas Sneed, the adjutant to General Sterling Price; Lieutenant Peter Sangrain, of the army; John Kelly, a civil engineer; Colonel
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The Ladies' Confederate Memorial Association Listens to a masterly oration by Judge Charles E. Fenner .
Memoir of Jane Claudia Johnson .
A paper read by Charles M. Blackford , of the Lynchburg Bar , before the Tenth annual meeting of the Virginia State Bar Association , held at old Point Comfort, Va. , July 17 - 19 , 1900 .
An address delivered before A. P. Hill Camp Confederate Veterans , by ex-governor William Evelyn Cameron , at Petersburg, Va. , January 19th , 1901 .
General Sherman 's conduct.
Butler 's order.
Surprise and consternation.
Conflict of the Sixth Massachusetts regiment with citizens.
Our torpedo boat. [ Cleveland plain dealer , August , 1901 .]
Extract from a reunion speech delivered by Governor Taylor .
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