was a hearty token of soldierly regard to an ‘orphan brigade’ from a remote Gulf State, cut off from home and supplies, and was greatly appreciated by all. If we camped near a barn woe be to the contents, if edible, for an entrance would be found somehow. Soap, even, became a luxury, and was hard to get, except when in proximity to the Federal lines, where we could readily exchange for it tobacco, which was issued as rations to us. Our blacking, if we fancied it, we would make out of powdered charcoal, and set it with molasses. It answered well enough in dry weather, but drew myrads of flies to our feet. We made a march in February, 1865, down the Meherrin river, in North Carolina, to head off a raid. Returning to camp, with a comrade, we struck through the country to ‘pick up something.’ Passing through a farmyard we saw a large pot full of boiled turnips, corn and shucks for cattle and hog feed. While it did not look so tempting, it smelled appetizing. Yielding to our appetites, we dipped in our tin cups and drew up some of the mess. The soft corn was real good, and, stripping the turnips of the peel, we found a savory meal indeed. Filling our empty haversacks with the soft-boiled corn, we soon overtook our messmates and divided our find. Next day we crossed a turnip patch concealed in the woods. I went into the patch and pulled up a liberal supply. My companion had sought the house, and the owner gave him a peck of cowpeas. Here was a feast, and nine miles from camp, the ground partly covered with sleet and snow, and the streams frozen over. Nothing daunted, we spread a blanket on the ground and made a long row of turnips, three high, on it, wrapping carefully the blanket around the pile. Pinning it securely with skewers of wood we then gave the whole a twist, tied the ends, then swung it to one of our rifles and started for camp, determined to ‘do or die.’ This load consisted of 124 turnips, two rifles and accoutrements, ammunition, two knapsacks, one peck of peas, one ax, two haversacks, etc. About 3 P. M. it suddenly dawned upon my comrade that he was that day in charge of the company's ax, and its delay or absence involved a serious punishment. Finally he took the peas, ax and both knapsacks and set off for the probable camp. The turnips were a load in themselves, and I soon found it becoming a burden. One of my shoes rubbed my heel sore. I cut a hole in it, and that made it worse. I finally cut the whole heel out, and then it wouldn't stay on; so, pulling it off, I trudged along in wet and cold, and was soon overcome with a chill. I lay down by the lonely roadside to await
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Battle of South Mountain .
The Confederate States ' flag.
Passing of the monitor Scorpion .
First shot of the war was fired in the air.
Robert Edward Lee .
How the South got chemicals during the war.
General John Morgan , [from the New Orleans Picayune , July 5 , 1903 .]
The best collection.
Biographical sketch of Major-General Patrick . R. Cleburne .
New Market day at V. M. I. [from the Richmond, Va. , times-dispatch, June 24 , 1903 .
Old cadets numerous.
The paper in question.
Hunter Holmes McGuire , M. D., Ll. D.
The burning of Chambersburg, Penn. [from the New Orleans, La. , Picayune, August 2 , 1903 .]
History of Crenshaw Battery ,
This famous organization participated in forty-eight Engagements and many skirmishes.
City Battalion, Richmond, Va. [from the Richmond, Va. , times-dispatch, February 14 , 1904 .]
The First Marine torpedoes were made in Richmond, Va. , and used in James river .
North Carolina and Virginia .
First at Bethel ; farthest to the front at Gettysburg and Chickamauga ; last at Appomattox .
As to Gettysburg .
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