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John Secrest (search for this): chapter 1.20
ed to their names at the close of the day. Colonel Henry K. Burgwyn, Jr., who commanded it, and all the remaining field officers were killed. Capt. H. C. Albright, who took command of it after the battle, was its only commissioned officer left unwounded. Company H, of the same regiment, went in with eighty-four men and three officers, and came out with but one man standing upon his feet, all the others having been killed or wounded. I knew the sole unstricken survivor well. He was Private John Secrest, a robust young farmer of Mecklenburg county, North Carolina, and I regret to state that, instead of being grateful to Providence for having plucked him as a brand from the burning, he grumbled loudly over the loss of one of his shoes, torn from his foot by a grapeshot that struck the heel while he was falling back in good order. Zzzcavalry Commander. The fifty squadrons of horses that were awaiting orders in a dreamy half sleep were commanded by Brigadier-General Wade Hampton.
T. J. Mackey (search for this): chapter 1.20
red by Major S. (for he rose to that rank), and later General Hampton acknowledged it by letter, assuring Major S. that it had given him great gratification, and since he had received it he could only regard the failure of his pistol to fire with a deep sense of gratitude to Him in whose hands are the balance of life and death. In reply to an inquiry to Hampton, Major S. wrote that the name of the rollicking rifleman was Frank Pearson; that he was but nineteen years old at the time of the duel; that the pistol ball had wounded him a few inches above the wrist, and that he was mustered out of service at the close of the war as lieutenant, and was a successful farmer living near Kalamazoo, Mich. Subsequently General Hampton received a letter from Mr. Pearson himself, in which he assured the General that he was glad he had missed him, and the General responded that he was very sorry that he had wounded Private Pearson. T. J. Mackey. [From the Bristol Courier, of September 14, 1893.]
Henry K. Burgwyn (search for this): chapter 1.20
tmosphere, gave them a very shadowy appearance. Many of the regiments were indeed but shadows of what they had been at noon on the preceding day. Some were in line without even one commissioned officer, and others with but the normal strength of a single company. For example, as attested by the official record, the Twenty-sixth North Carolina entered the battle with 800 rank and file, and, although none were captured, but eighty answered to their names at the close of the day. Colonel Henry K. Burgwyn, Jr., who commanded it, and all the remaining field officers were killed. Capt. H. C. Albright, who took command of it after the battle, was its only commissioned officer left unwounded. Company H, of the same regiment, went in with eighty-four men and three officers, and came out with but one man standing upon his feet, all the others having been killed or wounded. I knew the sole unstricken survivor well. He was Private John Secrest, a robust young farmer of Mecklenburg county,
H. C. Albright (search for this): chapter 1.20
of what they had been at noon on the preceding day. Some were in line without even one commissioned officer, and others with but the normal strength of a single company. For example, as attested by the official record, the Twenty-sixth North Carolina entered the battle with 800 rank and file, and, although none were captured, but eighty answered to their names at the close of the day. Colonel Henry K. Burgwyn, Jr., who commanded it, and all the remaining field officers were killed. Capt. H. C. Albright, who took command of it after the battle, was its only commissioned officer left unwounded. Company H, of the same regiment, went in with eighty-four men and three officers, and came out with but one man standing upon his feet, all the others having been killed or wounded. I knew the sole unstricken survivor well. He was Private John Secrest, a robust young farmer of Mecklenburg county, North Carolina, and I regret to state that, instead of being grateful to Providence for having p
Frank Hampton (search for this): chapter 1.20
not entirely become his character as a vestryman of the Protestant Episcopal Church, but that was all. Zzza deep gash. General Hampton found that the Union officer's sword had given him a deep gash about four inches in length, and that but for the thick felt hat and heavy suit of hair he wore would have been cut to the brain. A few inches of courtplaster enabled him to keep on duty until he received a severe gunshot wound in the leg on the last of the battle. Ten years later Colonel Frank Hampton, a young brother of the General's, while on a visit to Mobile became acquainted with a gentleman from Detroit who had been an officer in the Union army. A few days after their introduction the Detroit man said: Colonel, I sought your acquaintance in order that through you I might make the amende honorable to your brother, General Wade Hampton. The sabre cut that he received on the head at Gettysburg was inflicted by me, and the matter has troubled me greatly ever since. It was my
Wade Hampton (search for this): chapter 1.20
reamy half sleep were commanded by Brigadier-General Wade Hampton. He was the beau-ideal of a cavale woods. The contour of the ground hid General Hampton from his command when he halted at the fewas within fair range of the other's weapon. Hampton held his pistol muzzle up at a ready, and coubine. The delay sorely taxed the patience of Hampton, as it would that of any gentleman who was ked, retired to the rear. At that moment General Hampton received a blow on the back of his head tiform stamped him, was also well mounted, but Hampton overtook him, and levelling a pistol within tto the left through a gap in the fence, which Hampton himself had not seen until borne past it. He e the amende honorable to your brother, General Wade Hampton. The sabre cut that he received on the life and death. In reply to an inquiry to Hampton, Major S. wrote that the name of the rollickiliving near Kalamazoo, Mich. Subsequently General Hampton received a letter from Mr. Pearson himsel[6 more...]
June 1st, 1894 AD (search for this): chapter 1.20
Hampton's duel on the battle-field at Gettysburg with a Federal soldier. [from the Atlanta, Ga., Constitution, June 1, 1894.] In the breaking dawn of July 2, 1863, 4,000 cavalrymen sat in silence upon their horses on the extreme left of the Confederate battle line at Gettysburg. The field in their front was curtained with a heavy mist, as if kindly nature had sought to veil the appalling traces of the tragedy there enacted. It had been sown with shot and bladed thick with steel on the previous afternoon, and the harvest of death was ungathered, lying in winnows along the ghastly furrows that had been cut by the red ploughshare of war. The infantry line stretched far away to the right, and their gray uniforms, blending with the hazy atmosphere, gave them a very shadowy appearance. Many of the regiments were indeed but shadows of what they had been at noon on the preceding day. Some were in line without even one commissioned officer, and others with but the normal strength
July 2nd, 1863 AD (search for this): chapter 1.20
Hampton's duel on the battle-field at Gettysburg with a Federal soldier. [from the Atlanta, Ga., Constitution, June 1, 1894.] In the breaking dawn of July 2, 1863, 4,000 cavalrymen sat in silence upon their horses on the extreme left of the Confederate battle line at Gettysburg. The field in their front was curtained with a heavy mist, as if kindly nature had sought to veil the appalling traces of the tragedy there enacted. It had been sown with shot and bladed thick with steel on the previous afternoon, and the harvest of death was ungathered, lying in winnows along the ghastly furrows that had been cut by the red ploughshare of war. The infantry line stretched far away to the right, and their gray uniforms, blending with the hazy atmosphere, gave them a very shadowy appearance. Many of the regiments were indeed but shadows of what they had been at noon on the preceding day. Some were in line without even one commissioned officer, and others with but the normal strength
September 14th, 1893 AD (search for this): chapter 1.20
ered by Major S. (for he rose to that rank), and later General Hampton acknowledged it by letter, assuring Major S. that it had given him great gratification, and since he had received it he could only regard the failure of his pistol to fire with a deep sense of gratitude to Him in whose hands are the balance of life and death. In reply to an inquiry to Hampton, Major S. wrote that the name of the rollicking rifleman was Frank Pearson; that he was but nineteen years old at the time of the duel; that the pistol ball had wounded him a few inches above the wrist, and that he was mustered out of service at the close of the war as lieutenant, and was a successful farmer living near Kalamazoo, Mich. Subsequently General Hampton received a letter from Mr. Pearson himself, in which he assured the General that he was glad he had missed him, and the General responded that he was very sorry that he had wounded Private Pearson. T. J. Mackey. [From the Bristol Courier, of September 14, 1893.]
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