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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), United Confederate Veterans. (search)
zer, corn. Camp 29. Cameron, Texas: Capt. E. S. McIver, corn. Camp 30. Decatur, Texas; Capt. J. E. Simmons, com.; med. offi., Dr. J. Ford; private; members, 285; deaths, 7; Home, Austin, Texas. Camp 31. Dallas, Texas; Capt. J. D. Thurston, com.; med. offi., Wm. R. Wilson, 1862, surgeon; members, 304; disabled, 6 or 8; indigent, 4; deaths, 6; Home, Austin, Texas. Camp 32. Vicksburg, Miss.; Capt. D. A. Campbell, corn. Camp 33. Evergreen, La.; Col. M. M. Ewell, corn.; med. offi., W. P. Buck; members, 89; disabled, 5; deaths, 2. Camp 34. Dalton, Ga.; Capt. A, P. Roberts, com.; med. offi., Dr. J. R. McAfle, May 1, 1862, surgeon; members, 50; disabled, 20; deaths, 4. Camp 35. Nashville, Tenn.; Capt. R. Lin. Cave, com.; med. offi. F. W. Merrin. Camp 36. Tampa, Fla.; Capt. F. W. Merrin, corn.; med. offi., Dr. J. W. Douglas; first lieut. and capt.; members, 50; deaths, 15. Camp 37. Jackson, Tenn.; Capt. E. S. Mallory, corn. Camp 38. Donaldsonville, La.; Capt. Ale
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Monument to the Confederate dead at the University of Virginia. (search)
bands playing, while the great shells from the siege guns were bursting over their heads and dashing their hurtling fragments after our retreating skirmishers. Buck was behind the corner of a house, taking sight for a last shot. Just as his finger trembled on the trigger, a little three-year-old, fair-haired baby-girl toddled and gave chase to a big shell that was rolling lazily along the pavement, she clapping her little hands and the dog snapping and barking furiously at the shell. Buck's hand dropped from the trigger. He dashed it across his eyes to dispel the mist and make sure he hadn't passed over the river and wasn't seeing his own baby-girlng as only Barksdale's men could yell. They were passing through a street fearfully shattered by the enemy's fire, and were shouting their very souls out; but-let Buck himself describe the last scene in the drama: I was holding the baby high, Adjutant, with both arms, when, above all the racket, I heard a woman's scream. T