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each.
On a table under the chart was a large book, in which were enrolled alphabetically the names of the dead corresponding with the chart, and the name, company, regiment, and date of death.
Mr. Abbott being busy, Mr. Ker said he would point out the graves, which was only a short distance.
In going through the cemetery I pictured in my mind the graves grown over with briars, weeds and thistles.
Imagine my surprise on beholding such a nice green, grassy spot.
Not a weed to be seen!
With only a narrow path dividing, sleep the boys who wore the blue, and the only difference in the graves were the marble slabs of the blue, where our wooden head boards had all rotted away.
I thought Mr. Abbott gave special care to our graves, knowing there were no hands to care for them.
As I stood by the graves of our fallen heroes, memory went back to the mothers of those boys, who have nearly all passed over the river.
I thought of their widows, daughters and sisters, now the Daughters of the Confederacy, and I thought how futile would be your efforts to mark in marble the names of our dead.
It can only be done by the general government.
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Memoir of
Jane
Claudia
Johnson
.
A paper read by
Charles
M.
Blackford
, of the
Lynchburg Bar
, before the
Tenth
annual meeting of the
Virginia State Bar Association
, held at old
Point Comfort, Va.
,
July
17
-
19
,
1900
.
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