Named Entity Results, Fort Donelson (Tennessee, United States)

Eight Union men Starved to Death.--A Fort Donelson correspondent states that the bodies of several Union men, on whom could be found no wounds, were discovered in Dover jail. It was supposed that they were either starved or poisoned, but all the rebels said they knew nothing about them. The Terre Haute Express, without apparently having heard the above particulars, states that one of the prisoners who passed through that place on Saturday, said that last summer eight Union men had been taken and confined at Dover, Tennessee, and literally starved to death! This atrocity deserves a thorough investigation. Cincinnati Gazette, February 25.

Death of A gallant soldier.--Among the incidents of the fight at Fort Donelson is the following: A private in the Ninth Illinois regiment was shot through the arm in the early part of the engagement at Fort Donelson, which paralyzed it for a moment. Leaving the ranks, he went back a short distance to where the temporary hospital was placed, had his arm dressed, and returned to take his place. Shortly afterward he received a shot in the thigh, which prostrated him. To some of his companFort Donelson, which paralyzed it for a moment. Leaving the ranks, he went back a short distance to where the temporary hospital was placed, had his arm dressed, and returned to take his place. Shortly afterward he received a shot in the thigh, which prostrated him. To some of his companions who came up to render him assistance, he remarked, I guess I can manage to get back, and by the assistance of his gun he once more limped to the hospital. Feeling considerably better after his wound was dressed, he again sought his regiment and took his place in the ranks. While in a stooping position as a skirmisher, a ball entered the back part of his neck, and passed lengthways through his body. Before he fell head-long to the ground, four or five other balls struck him in the head,

A Brilliant charge.--The most brilliant charge in the entire siege of Fort Donelson, was that of the Second and Fourth Iowa, and the Eleventh and Twenty-fifth Indiana, under the command of Gen. C. F. Smith, who led them in person, amid a storm of balls and bullets, and cheered them through all the terrible strife. He even rode his horse upon the breastworks, and for fifteen minutes exposed himself as a target to every one of the passing messengers of death. That he was not killed or wounded is something marvellous, for the brave soldiers were falling all around him. Boston Traveller, February 24.

Gratitude on the battle-field.--A Fort Donelson correspondent writes that in the terrible engagement there, an orderly sergeant seeing a rebel point a rifle at the captain of his company, he threw himself before his beloved officer, received the bullet in his breast, and fell dead in the arms of the man he had saved. The brave fellow had been reared and very generously treated by the captain's father, and had declared when enlisting that he would be happy to die to save the life of his benefactor's son. The affection shown each other by Damon and Pythias did not exceed that of this nameless soldier.

Among the rebels who fell at the siege of Fort Donelson, was Dabney Carr Harrison, who commanded a company from Hanover County, Va. He was wounded in the struggle of Saturday, and was carried on board a steamboat and died on his way to Clarksville. Alluding to his death, the Lynchburgh Virginian says: He was a son of the Rev. Peyton Harrison, of Cumberland, and was himself a minister of the Presbyterian Church. He was chaplain for two years of the University of Virginia, and for some months temporarily in charge of the First Presbyterian Church, in this city. The war found him in charge of a congregation in Hanover County. Impelled by a lofty patriotism, he deemed it his duty to enter the army. He was chosen chaplain of a volunteer company, and soon showed the qualities of an excellent soldier. He was a Christian gentleman of the highest order; a man of education, fine intelligence, genial disposition and polished manners. His brother, a gallant young officer, and three

A Distinguished Duel occurred on the battle-field of Fort Donelson, between one of Col. Birge's sharp-shooters, and a crack-shot inside the enemy's fortifications. Both fired accurately, but both concealed their persons as much as possible, and endeavored to deceive each other by putting their hats on their ramrods, and thrusting their coats from behind the fortifications or the trees. Whatever was exposed, almost invariably received a bullet; but the two were so wary and skilful, that it seemed they might fire until doomsday without danger to either. About four o'clock in the afternoon, however, the rebel, forgetful of prudence, thrust his head over the breastworks, thinking, no doubt, as his enemy had not fired for five minutes, that he might be dead. The movement was fatal. His head was not exposed five seconds, but in that brief period the sharpshooter's ball passed into the rebel's brain, and stretched him out a corpse, before the unfortunate fellow had been able to dete

A fighting Editor.--Among the wounded at Fort Donelson was Capt. L. M. Rose, company G, Eleventh Illinois, whose name has not been reported. He was formerly the editor of the Effingham (Ill.) Gazette. He received four wounds by bullets; one in each hip, in the left shoulder, and left hand. The wounds on the left hip and shoulder were occasioned by spent balls. Capt. Rose and Major Chipman, of the Second Iowa, who was wounded in the thigh, lay two days in the woods before they were discovered, and the first night upon the ground in a drenching rain-storm, suffering inconceivable pain. Capt. Rose's company took a most active part in the fight on Saturday, and suffered more than any other company in the regiment. Out of eighty-one men brought into action, only six remained, the balance having been either killed or taken prisoners. W. J. Boyce, First Lieutenant of the company, was killed at the first fire. W. M. Murray, Second Lieutenant, was wounded in the neck and arm, slight

74. Epigram on Floyd. The thief is a coward by nature's law; Who betrays the state to no one is true; And the brave foe at Fort Donelson saw Their light-fingered Floyd was light-footed too! J. A.

Epigram. The Donelson prisoners, exchanges inform us, (This is one of the items that is not suppressed,) Can't or won't eat the bread that they make in Chicago, For the Flower of the South hates the flour of the West! Pray, what would they have, these poor, ragged rebels? What grub is the best for secesh of their station I Give 'em rations they're used to — on corn be they fed, For don't they belong to a Cornfederation? Vanity Fair