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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Mississippi troops who served in Virginia, 1861-1865. (search)
t, comprising the Brigade commanded by General W. S. Featherstone, who was transferred to Mississippi, now dead. General Carnot Posey, killed at Bristow Station. General N. H. Harris, who survived the war, now dead. This Brigade suffered severely at the Bloody Angle, battle of Spotsylvania, but was able to recover it from the enemy. 13th Mississippi Regiment, 17th Mississippi Regiment, 18th Mississippi Regiment, 21st Mississippi Regiment, comprising the Brigade commanded by General Richard Griffith, killed at Savage Station. General William Barksdale, killed at Gettysburg. General B. G. Humphries, who survived the war, now dead. Ward's Madison County Mississippi Battery. Jeff Davis Legion of six Companies of Cavalry, commanded by General James G. Martin. General Martin is still living at Natchez, Miss. Another Regiment of Infantry, the 20th Mississippi, served a short time in West Virginia, under General John B. Floyd, but was transferred to the Southern Department e
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 35. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.32 (search)
on, I love my white folks above the freedom you talk about, and if I am ever free it got to come from them. Dr. Christian was unable to remember the names of the officers from Port Hudson, which is to be regretted, but I submit that no stronger proof of the loyalty of the negroes is needed than is given in the history of the Johnson Island prisoners. It may not be out of place to relate a few instances which came under my own observation. The first two years of the war I served with Griffith's-Barksdale's Mississippi Brigade. In the company I belonged to was a gallant fellow, Kit Gilmer, who was badly wounded at Sharpsburg. Our wounded were placed in a large stone barn, near the battlefield. When the army recrossed the Potomac, on Friday, September, 19, 1862, I ran into the barn, as we passed by, to see my wounded friends. I bid Kit Gilmer and others good-by, believing I would never see them again. After remaining a day or so near Shepardstown, we fell back to Wincheste