John Reed, myself and General Little's orderly. There may have been some others whom I have forgotten. It was just midnight as the last spadefull of earth was placed upon the grave and patted into shape. Our candles still flickered in the darkness, sending out weird shadows. A plain piece of pine board was set at the head marked: “ General Henry Little.” Before daybreak we were on the march, retreating to Tupelo, Miss., where we were re-enforced. That was the only midnight funeral I ever attended, and it is the most vivid recollection of my life. The body of General Little was later exhumed and sent to Baltimore, where he had relatives. He was in the old United States army before the war, belonging to the Seventh infantry. Colonel Selus Price, who was on General Price's staff, and John Kelly, the engineer, who were at the funeral, are now in St. Louis. I am here. I believe we three are the only survivors.
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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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