The Daily Dispatch: November 7, 1862., [Electronic resource]

Sad death of a soldier

‘ The case to which we refer is that of Henry Wagoner, a member of Company F, North Carolina Volunteers, who died in an ambulance near Harrisonburg on Sunday night or Monday morning last. This poor fellow, we have learned, died from the neglect; or something worse, of the man or men in whose care he was placed. He is thought to have perished from cold, whilst the man who drove the ambulance was too much under the influence of strong drink to hear or heed his cries for relief.--Sabbath night, our readers in this part of the Valley will remember, was exceedingly inclement, a cold rain falling, and keen autumnal winds blowing, so that any one much exposed would necessarily suffer. Whether this poor soldier had been wounded, or whether he was suffering from disease, we have not learned; but, at all events, he was unable to help himself, and his cable cries for relief grew fainter and fainter as they fell upon the dull, cold ear of the walling night storm, until finally the merciful angel, death, came, and his poor, shivering body ceased to suffer! His dead body was found in our court-house on Monday morning, stark and cold, with his eyes wide open, as though he was looking for the cruel man who permitted him to perish. He was decently buried, on Monday afternoon, in Woodbine Cemetery.

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