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Tower (search for this): chapter 107
er the direction of Mr. Coleman. During this time, the Governor, accompanied by Mr. Clark and the remainder of his staff, rode in search of the place where poor Tower lay. And now occurs an incident which I am almost afraid to pen. It causes a shudder to hear or to relate. But it is true — alas! too true. The party had but ired horses, shivering and trembling, were picketed to the fences, and by the flaring candles, for no lanterns were to be obtained, the search was commenced for Capt. Tower at eight o'clock in the evening. Mr. Clark, by looking from a window in the house where he lay wounded on the day of the battle, and now occupied by Mr. Mathewn one red burial blent. Poor fellows! the tears gushed from the eyes of the troopers as they reverently gazed upon their dead comrades in arms. The body of Capt. Tower was identified by Col. Arnold, who stood by the side of the grave, and who was one of the most earnest among all the saddened group in his endeavors to recognis
William Mathews (search for this): chapter 107
the horses waded and floundered, the mire was deep, and night had set in, but on went the little band, until the cavalcade emerged on the battle-ground of Bull Run. The tired horses, shivering and trembling, were picketed to the fences, and by the flaring candles, for no lanterns were to be obtained, the search was commenced for Capt. Tower at eight o'clock in the evening. Mr. Clark, by looking from a window in the house where he lay wounded on the day of the battle, and now occupied by Mr. Mathews, pointed out the spot where the Captain was interred. The ground was wet and marshy, and as often as a spadeful of earth was thrown from the grave the water would trickle in. The work was therefore reluctantly deferred until the morrow, and the party, tired and mournful, clustered in the little white hospital-building in which our wounded men were carried on the twenty-first of July. All wrapped themselves in their blankets, and, with saddles for pillows, sought repose on the hard
Doc (search for this): chapter 107
Doc. 104.-the Exhumation at Bull Run. A correspondent of the Belvidere Press, who accompanied Gov. Sprague to the field of Bull Run, to recover the mortal remains of those gallant Rhode Islanders who there found their graves, gives the following graphic description of some of the sorrowful scenes the party witnessed: The cavalry pushed on over the Warrenton turnpike, while the Governor and staff went down to the memorable bridge where the Second battery were obliged to leave their guns. The object of this visit was to see if any graves were thereabouts, as it was in the slaughter that occurred at this spot Capt. S. J. Smith is supposed to have lost his life. But no sign of a grave could be discovered, no marks of a burial were discovered in the vicinity, and the bridge itself was blown up and destroyed. The party then crossed the fields to the fording place near Sudley Church, there went through the stream, and joined the cavalry in the vicinity of the battle-field, near t
Prescott (search for this): chapter 107
and a ditch was dug around the graves to facilitate digging, and the bodies were again uncovered. The dead were all found buried with their faces downward, as a mark of foul indignity, and thus lay in one red burial blent. Poor fellows! the tears gushed from the eyes of the troopers as they reverently gazed upon their dead comrades in arms. The body of Capt. Tower was identified by Col. Arnold, who stood by the side of the grave, and who was one of the most earnest among all the saddened group in his endeavors to recognise his remains. It is a matter of congratulation that, guided by the directions of Messrs. Richardson and Clark, the precise locality of each of the remains recovered was satisfactorily determined, and it is to be regretted that the party who, as I am informed, left Rhode Island for the purpose of identifying the remains of Lieut. Prescott, failed for some reason, to join this expedition, and consequently no guide was at hand to aid in finding his remains.
July 21st (search for this): chapter 107
, by looking from a window in the house where he lay wounded on the day of the battle, and now occupied by Mr. Mathews, pointed out the spot where the Captain was interred. The ground was wet and marshy, and as often as a spadeful of earth was thrown from the grave the water would trickle in. The work was therefore reluctantly deferred until the morrow, and the party, tired and mournful, clustered in the little white hospital-building in which our wounded men were carried on the twenty-first of July. All wrapped themselves in their blankets, and, with saddles for pillows, sought repose on the hard floor. On the morning of Saturday the water stood in pools on the surface of the ground, for it had rained heavily in the night, and a ditch was dug around the graves to facilitate digging, and the bodies were again uncovered. The dead were all found buried with their faces downward, as a mark of foul indignity, and thus lay in one red burial blent. Poor fellows! the tears gush
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