editor Confederate column, Picayune,—Among the incidents mentioned in the article sent you a few days ago was
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, in the border land between the lines.
I have just found an old letter written by an eye witness, in the person of
, who graphically describes the occurrence and bloody deed.
Believing that you will appreciate the time-worn letter, and in printing it illustrate the heroism of our Confederate girls under the most trying situations, I send it to you, I will add that
were both Presbyterian elders, and their great faith and determination, in the face of deadly peril, are worthy of the iron pikemen of
.
I have been told that they looked their would-be murderers calmly in the eye and said:
‘We are old men, and have no means with which to defend ourselves.
If it be “God's will” that we shall be slain, we are ready.’
This staggered their tormentors, and one man in the column replied to the order to fire, ‘I will be d—d if I will do it.’
, a frail, beautiful girl (whom I knew well), in throwing herself between the leveled guns and young
, and peading for his life, was superb.
When they reached her father's house and fired it, she was permitted to bring out her trunk and a few articles, all of which were then burned in the yard by order of
is an angel of light.
But retribution finally overtook him, he being slain by one of his captains.
Here is the letter:
my dear
Mr. young,—In 1862, about the 1st of September, a company of cavalry, about fifteen men, were sent out to
Hernando, Miss., where they found a young lady on the eve of leaving the place with a large
Saratoga trunk, well packed with her own
wearing apparel.
The soldiers took possession of the trunk and arrested a citizen (I have forgotten his name), took also a wagon and team on the place, put the prisoners and trunk in it, and started towards
Memphis.
About 5 o'clock P. M., one mile from the state line, on the
Widow White's plantation, and about 200 yards beyond her house, they were fired into by some of
Blythe's
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Scouts, thought to have been
John Mayfield,
a Mr. Clinton and Ed Fort.
The lieutenant in charge of the company and the citizen prisoner were both killed.
The Federals, not knowing how strong their enemy was, fled in confusion, leaving their dead in the road.
Mrs. White's family was composed of herself, a daughter about eighteen years of age, and a son, who had married a few days previously a beautiful and wealthy girl.
Mr. White was a strong Union man, and refused to go into the Confederate Army or to give the
Confederacy any aid.
The Yankee officer, having been killed near
Mrs. White's house, and young
White being in sympathy with the
Federals, he decided to bury the officer, and requested my father (
Esquire Hutchinson) and
Esquire Gillespie, both very old men, and the only immediate neighbors left in the country, to assist him. After holding a consultation, it was agreed to bury the citizen first and hold the
Federal officer a short time until his friends could have an opportunity to claim his body if desired.
My father's family consisted of himself, my sister Linnie, and the writer.
Whilst the men were filling the grave where the citizen was buried, say 200 yards distant from
Mrs. White's house, and in her private burying ground, the
Federals returned in considerable force, and finding them, began to curse and abuse the rebels with language and threats too horrible to mention.
My sister Linnie was at
Mrs. White's at the time.
Leaving the grave, a company of soldiers dashed towards the house, yelling and cursing and acting in a manner which frightened the ladies very much.
The officer in charge ordered the house to be burned.
Esquire Gillespie,
Willie White and my father hurriedly filled the grave.
My father, however, advised
Willie White to get out of their way, because he being a young man and also having his horse saddled, might cause them to do him harm.
He followed the advice and rode away to the rear of his residence, but when the house had been fired and he heard the pleadings and screams of the ladies, he quickly dismounted and returned to them, leaving his horse hitched in the woods.
Unfortunately, he entered the yard from the direction the scouts had fired on and killed the lieutenant, which seemed to infuriate them, because the officer in command ordered him to be shot down.
Willie White explained his connection with the affair
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and pleaded his loyalty to the
Union and begged to have a chance to prove it all.
My sister Linnie ran in between Willie and the guns, telling them how faithful he had been to their cause, and how he had disgraced himself by being a Union man and refusing to go into the Confederate Army.
They would not listen to her, however, and the officer cursed her, saying: ‘If she does not get out of the way, kill her, too.’
“Nothing but blood and ashes will satisfy us for killing
Lieutenant Cunningham.”
Before they fired, the captain ordered a part of the soldiers to go back to the grave and kill every d-n man to be found.
My sister, dreadfully alarmed for the safety of our father, ran with all her might, begging the men not to kill him. Immediately after she left,
Willie White was shot and wounded in the shoulder, which cut an artery, but he jumped over the fence and attempted to escape.
His mother, wife and sister, on their knees, begged and pleaded for his life to be spared, but the
Yankees followed and killed the poor boy as he stood by a tree holding on for support.
The house was a two-story frame building, and while it was burning the soldiers compelled the ladies to remain in the yard.
They complained of the great heat, and begged to be allowed to get out of the yard, but they said, ‘No; stay there and cook.’
After they had slaughtered
Willie White they returned and told his wife and mother of the horrible cruelties they had inflicted, and told her if anyone buried him or gave her a shelter they would be treated likewise.
Before the squad which had been ordered to kill my father and
Esquire Gillespie reached them, my sister Linnie called to them and explained their purpose, and begged them to get away; but both of the old men stood erect with their hands on their spades, and with a short prayer committed themselves into the hands of Almighty God.
The soldiers were ordered to get ready, but when the command was given to fire, not a gun went off. The officer cursed the men and threatened to have them all shot, but one bold, manly fellow said, ‘I will be d—d before I shoot these helpless old men.’
Nor were they hurt.
When the rest of the company joined the squad from the yard and found the dead lieutenant not buried, they began cursing again and said it was the purpose to leave his body for the
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hogs, and for that reason they would see that the hogs ate
Willie White's body.
With repeated threats against anyone who wanted to bury his body, they ordered the two old men to move off as prisoners.
A squad was sent to burn my father's house.
As they marched along towards
Memphis they met a regiment of infantry, when squads were set to work burning houses and killing stock and chickens.
When they reached Horn Lake depot, the stores and depot and the beautiful
Mayfield home were burned.
They awoke
Mrs. Mayfield and her little children about midnight, and after the house was in ashes, said: ‘We will kill anyone who gives you shelter.’
In the meantime
Mrs. White had been hunting a place of shelter, and after walking about four miles through fields and creek bottoms, expecting every moment to be overtaken and probably murdered, she and her daughter and
Willie White's widow and Linnie reached the home of a relative just before daylight, but in a state of exhaustion and collapse.
Before arriving at
Memphis, the
Federals released my father and
Esquire Gillespie, and they returned home on foot.
My father found his home in ashes, and my sister being cared for by the old family servants.
They admonished my father and
Esquire Gillespie ‘to be very careful, and not let any more ‘rebels’ shoot their men; if they did, no excuse would spare their lives.’
Notwithstanding their threats, my father called to his aid one of his old negro men and went in search of young
White's body.
They found him lying by a tree, where he had been horribly murdered.
He had six bullet holes in his head, one in each eye, and six saber cuts on his body, besides wounds on his shoulders.
Father and the old servant brought him home and kept him until his brother-in-law came out from
Memphis under a flag of truce, when the three dug a grave and laid him to rest.