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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 1. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 6.36 (search)
tsmouth, Virginia. The gallant Lieutenant-Colonel S. B. Pickens was severely wounded also, and the regiment fell to the command of Captain Tucker, who was killed at Sharpsburg, three days afterwards. Thoughts of that day's conflict bring to mind the names and faces of many of my noble company, very few of whom are still with me. I am grateful that such gallant spirits as Sergeants T. H. Clower, R. H. Stafford, A. P. Reid, J. H. Eason, W. M. Carr and A. G. Howard, and Privates Chappell, Tobe Ward, Lester, Moore, Attaway and others are still spared as my faithful comrades and as true soldiers of the Confederacy. I am proud of them all, and regret much that I can do so little for their comfort. All are worthy of commissions, and some would fill high positions most worthily. Late in the afternoon of to-day we were relieved from picket and returned to camp, where I have written down these thoughts of the stirring incidents of this day two years ago. Captain Dan. Partridge is now o
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 2. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.4 (search)
ff first, declaring he would die anyway, and my life must be saved. However, I had him moved away to the rear before I consented for Privates P. W. Chappell and Tobe Ward to place me on my blanket and carry me to the rear. As I was borne back, Attaway called out for them to hasten with me out of danger, as bullets and shells and solid shot were falling thick and fast around us. His conduct was that of a true, magnanimous friend and generous soldier. Ward and Chappell carried me as gently and quickly as possible towards some ambulances in the rear. When we reached them we were told they belonged to the Louisiana brigade, and I was refused admittance intobluff, soldierly way, interrupted me, and said he had done nothing but what I would have done for him. Bidding a last farewell to my faithful men, Chappell and Ward were both afterwards killed at Petersburg, Virginia. I was driven to the Union Hotel, then turned into a hospital. The surgeons examined my wound, pronounced it a
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 2. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 2.11 (search)
t forever, or, at least, that he will record them in Heaven's chancery on Mercy's page. This Knowles would suit as a companion for Sheridan, and ought to be on his medical staff. They are par ignobile fratrum. Both seem to delight in the infliction of pain and suffering. I learn Knowles is a Presbyterian elder, and a very bitter abolitionist. The puritanical old hypocrite has a soul so small it would have as much room in a mustard seed as a tadpole in the Pacific ocean. October 18th Ward. B is pretty full of wounded officers. Major G. M. Hanvey, of Twelfth Georgia Battalion, is among the number. He was shot through the lungs at the battle of Monocacy, has an unpleasant cough, and looks very delicate. Our homes in Georgia are in neighboring towns, and I find him a very pleasant acquaintance. My lacerated wound caused me much pain to-day, and suppurated a great deal. Knowles did not inquire about my condition, merely passed by, looked sternly at me, and spoke to the next o
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 2. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 4.21 (search)
are hoping each day to be sent to Point Lookout, en route for exchange. I have been thirty-five days in Baltimore. November 23d Left on the boat S. G. Cannon for Point Lookout, Maryland. I used my crutches more skillfully and swiftly on my way to the boat than I had ever done before. There seemed a prospect of home, sweet home, before me. The chill winds blew fiercely, and I passed a very cold, unpleasant night on deck. Arrived at the Point about 3 o'clock P. M., and was assigned to Ward Fourteen, General Hospital. November 24th Thanksgiving Day for the Lincolnites. Had a good dinner, better than any I have had since I left Winchester. We are anxious for a flag of truce boat to carry us to Dixie, and it is the perpetual theme of conversation. I bunk with Lieutenant Edmondson, of the Thirty-seventh Virginia, in order to keep warm. November 25th This is an intensely cold place. The Point is very bleak in winter, situated between Chesapeake bay and the Potomac ri
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.13 (search)
te lines. It was evident that the balloon was cooling and settling, so that I was getting nearer and nearer to the earth. This was in many respects a great comfort, but it was not unalloyed with new dangers. As I have said, the balloon having now drawn near the earth (a few hundred feet above it I suppose) I was blown from the enemy's lines over the Confederate army, but, alas! in a far different locality from where I had ascended. Therefore, when my balloon passed over the spot where Col. Ward's Second Florida Regiment was encamped, they turned out en masse, and believing me to be a Yankee spy, followed me on foot, firing at me as fast as they could. In vain I cried to them that I was a good Confederate; the only answer I received was from the whistling of their bullets. I was as a thing haunted, and knew not which way to turn. However, the wind freshened again, and I was blown out over York river, which, although half a mile wide at Yorktown, is three or four miles wide whe
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The honor roll of the University of Virginia, from the times-dispatch, December 3, 1905. (search)
., Lt., Ga., Baltimore, Md., 1865. Tureaud, E., Jr., La. Turner, J. C., Lt., Ala., Manassas, Va. 1861. Tyler, L., Va., Bull Run, Va., 1861. Upshaw, G. W., Va. Van de Graaf, W. J., Ala. Vaughan. G. H., Mo. Voss, F., Md., Green River, Ky. Wade, W. M., Va., Norfolk, Va. 1862. Wait, G. H., Ark., Little Rock, Ark., 1863. Walke, I. T., Jr., Lt. Col., Va., Woodstock, Va., 1864. Walker, C., Ala. Walker, J. T., Texas. Walker, S. G., Va., Gettysburg, Pa., 1863. Ward, W. N., Va. Wardlaw, R. H., S. C., Gravel's Run, S. C., 1863. Wartelle, F., La., Shiloh, Tenn, 1862. Warwick, B., Surg., Va., Gaines' Mills Va., 1862. Washington, J. A., Lt. Col., Va., W. Va., 1861. Washington, J. E., Lt. Col., S. C., Monterey, Va., 1861. Watkins, W. M., Va., Halifax, Va., 1864. Watson, D., Maj. Art., Va., Spotsylvania, Va., 1864. Weddell, V. L., Va. Wertenbaker, T. G., Va., Charlottesville, Va., 1862. West, J. N., La., Louisiana, 1865. Weyma
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 33. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Twelfth Alabama Infantry, Confederate States Army. (search)
Stafford, A. P. Reid, J. H. Eason, W. M. Carr, and A. G. Howard, and privates P. W. Chappell, C. C. Davis, Pierce Ware, Tobe Ward, Lester, Moore, Attaway, and a few others are still spared as my faithful comrades and as true soldiers of the Confedert my life must be saved. However, I had him moved away to the rear, before I consented for privates P. W. Chappell and Tobe Ward to place me on a blanket, and carry me to the rear. As I was borne back, Attaway called out for them to hasten with mesolid shot were flying thick and fast around us. His conduct was that of a true, magnanimous friend and generous soldier. Ward and Chappell carried me as gently and quickly as possible toward some ambulances in the rear. When we reached them we werding a last farewell to my faithful men, I was driven to the Union Hotel, then turned into a hospital. (Note—Chappell and Ward were both afterward killed at Petersburg.) The surgeon examined my wound, and pronounced it a serious one, and dressed it,