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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 31. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), History of Crenshaw Battery, (search)
Ford's Depot, April 2, 1865; never heard from afterwards. Lewis, John, private, April 17, 1864. Leary, Emile, private, April 10, 1864 Lewis, William T., private, December 30, 1864; badly wounded in front of Petersburg, March 25, 1865. Lumsden, G. G., private, March 14, 1862; died July 3, 1862. Lumsden, C. L., private, March 14, 1862. Lancaster, D. M., private, March 14, 1862; died July 3, 1862. Loving, Taliaferro P., private, March 14, 1862; discharged May 18, 1864. Langford, Thomas S., private, March 14, 1862. Lynham, Edward N., private, March 14, 1862; wounded at Sharpsburg, Md., September 17, 1862. Langley, James, private, April 1, 1863. Mallory, R. H., corporal and sergeant, March 14, 1862; captured, June 28, 1863, and never exchanged. Meyer, Frederick, private, March 14, 1862. Mayo, John A., private, March 14, 1862. Mallory, Thomas J., private, March 14, 1862. Morgan, William P., private, July 22, 1864. McLeod, Alex. O., private, D
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 31. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.51 (search)
le truth, and nothing but the truth. Having undertaken to recall and record the actions and doings of the Baylor Light Horse, I feel that I would be guilty of dereliction of duty if I failed to chronicle the part played by our colored comrades. When Company B (12th Virginia Cavalry) was first organized, the company wagon, a pair of mules and a trusted colored driver were furnished by the captain. Among the young negroes at my home were three boys—Carter Robinson, Phil Williams, and Tom Langford—near the ages of my brother Richard and myself, playmates in our boyhood, whose presence with us was deemed essential to our comfort and welfare. These boys were eager to accompany us, and their wish was duly gratified. Uncle John Sorrell, an aged man, was the wagon-driver, Carter our mess cook, Phil and Tom our hostlers. With such a retinue we felt thoroughly equipped for the war. It may surprise our opponents, but the Confederate officer had no orderly or the like, but officers a