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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 5. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 16 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 27. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 14 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 16. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 8 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 28. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 6 0 Browse Search
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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 27. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Purcell battery from Richmond, Va. [from the Galveston, Texas, news, November, 1899.] (search)
or participate in the fighting, at which our boy captain—little Willie Pegram—was very much chagrined. But his chance was soon to come. In a short time an order came to send Pegram's rifled guns to the front. Going forward, we soon came to the open country, where Jackson and our eld on a little knoll we unlimbered, and Jackson in person directed Pegram to throw shells into a distant woods. We opened fire as directed, rds. The situation looked desperate, as we had no support near by. Pegram ordered double charges of canister, and seizing the flag, he went fthing to do was to leave this gun and save the rest, if we could. Pegram did not think so, and he quickly gave the order: Action, front! rcements coming up, we soon had our old position back. After this, Pegram heard the men discussing how near we came to losing the gun. He merd the prize. What Napoleon said of Ney might well be said of Willie Pegram, the boy artillerist: What a man! What a soldier! Of boyish f