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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The muster roll [from the Staunton, Va., Vindicator, March 3, 1893.] (search)
le, 1863. John H. Zimmerman, died prisoner at Fort Delaware, 1864. Matthias Fix, living at Middlebrook. Zack, Va. Clemmer, John C., died prisoner at Fort Delaware, 1864. Clemmer, George L., died since the wara since the war. Gay, A. H., died prisoner at Fort Delaware, 1865. Gladwell, P. F., killed at Port Republ. Palmer, Jacob, August 3, died a prisoner at Fort Delaware, 1864. Smith, George A., August 3, living at Lotts, George, March 18, 1862, died prisoner at Fort Delaware. Lotts, John, March 18, 1862, living at Spotsown, Stuart S., March 21, 1862, died prisoner at Fort Delaware, February, 1865. Brubeck, David F., March 21, 1862, died prisoner at Fort Delaware, August, 1864. Bowers, John, March 21, 1862, killed at Malvern Hill, Jver, John C., March 21, 1862, died a prisoner at Fort Delaware, April 5, 1865. Whitlock, John N., March 21, Talley, John, November 18, 1864, died prisoner Fort Delaware, August 27, 1864. Johan, Leander, December 10
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 21. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The bloody angle. (search)
fter surrendering we sat down in the trenches a few minutes, then the enemy began pouring over our works in heavy columns, and we were ordered to go to the rear. I hesitated to take such a leap into the dark blue mass of human beings then before me, a closed column of about four hundred yards front and half a mile deep, thick as men could walk, pressing forward with rapid strides to support those more advanced. Such was the sight that met my gaze when I mounted the works for my on to Fort Delaware march. I could but exclaim, Oh, for a few rounds from Colonel Nelson's guns! What a target from the position they held on yesterday! All Yankeedom concentrated with a big on to Richmond move. Good heavens! where did they come from? Such were my thoughts as we pressed our way through their centre. We were marched back some two or more miles to Provost Marshal General Patrick's headquarters, and there I met with a young man, a lieutenant on General Patrick's staff, who, saluting