Named Entity Results, R. T. Bennett

rolina, on the right of my brigade; Colonel (R. T.) Bennett, Fourteenth North Carolina, on right centre: Colonen of our front. The Fourteenth North Carolina (Colonel Bennett) and three companies of the Second were compellnemy was in heavy force on my right flank. Had Colonel Bennett advanced the enemy could easily have turned my oners, who did not hear the command to retire. Colonel Bennett held his position until ordered to fall back, aave promise of what was fully realized on this; Colonel Bennett of the Fourteenth North Carolina, conspicuous fassaulting our right front. In this extremity, Colonel Bennett, of the Fourteenth, offered to take his regimenn hope, and was most successfully executed. To Colonel Bennett and his men, says General Ramseur, and his gall. Battle, of my staff came up, informed me that Colonel Bennett of the Fourteenth regiment had just had his hor appeared to be ours. In this brief engagement Colonel Bennett had two horses shot from under him, and was cap

The Confederate soldier. a synopsis of an Address delivered before the Ladies' Memorial Association at Wilmington, North Carolina, May so, 1883. by Honorable R. T. Bennett. Col. 14th N. C. Infantry, C. S. A. The following synopsis of Judge Bennett's address at Wilmington on memorial day is reprinted from the Star. We have come to offer the tribute of gratitude to the men, dead and living, who followed the fortunes of the Confederacy from the outbreak of the war until Palm Sunday in 1Judge Bennett's address at Wilmington on memorial day is reprinted from the Star. We have come to offer the tribute of gratitude to the men, dead and living, who followed the fortunes of the Confederacy from the outbreak of the war until Palm Sunday in 1865, when the ragged regiments of the South, torn by hostile shot and shell, stacked their guns, lowered their banners, and, broken-hearted, dispersed, to find ruined homes and a country girded with sackcloth and sprinkled with ashes. This melancholy duty could not be performed on ground more fitting than this, hallowed as it is by the graves of our dead—footprints of angels-made memorable as it is by an assemblage of circumstances. Eighteen miles away, as the ill-omened crow flies, are the