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Confederate Veteran August 1893.

MISS KELLER'S BOOK "LOVE AND REBELLION."

New York Sun: Miss M. C. Keller tells us that her chief object in writing her novel, " Love and Rebellion" (J. S. Ogilvie), was to present the facts of the recon..struction period in the Southern States. She wished to set forth, in a way to win the attention and the interest of the Northern reader, the conditions and the questions growing out of the presence of the negro element in the politics and the social life of the South. To Southerners, of course this has long been a subject of the first importance, and it may be that what has been needed to give it a like interest and to afford an equal understanding of it among the Northern public has been the romantic and lively fashion of representation which Miss Keller has chosen. The great class of readers who first of all insist upon a story, and who have little liking for information in its crude form, will find small chance to complain that the romantic element of "Love and Rebellion" has been subordinated. The story has plenty of incident, and the incident, we believe, will be regarded by nobody as belonging to the tame and pallid order. Although the reconstruction period supplied the novelist with her serious purpose, she had no mind to overlook the high romantic possibilities of the war period. The tale is largely conducted amid the fire and tumult of the rebellion. It records, among other things, the adventures of a female spy, and it includes a love romance which has the strong recommendation of running deviously and ending happily. But the picture of reconstruction is here, and the reader who is after a story merely will find, when he is done, that the information especially intended by Miss Keller has been administered. Send $1 for this book and the CONFEDERATE VETERAN, to S. A. Cunningham, Nashville, Tenn.

FOUR YEARS IN THE STONEWALL BRIGADE, by John O. Casler, is one of the now books soon to appear. Mr. Casler is now in Oklahoma. He was private in Company A, 33d Regiment, Virginia Infantry, Stonewall Brigade, Army of Northern Virginia. It is illustrated, and contains the daily experiences of four years' service in the ranks from a diary kept at the time. He mentions it as "A truthful record of battles and skirmishes, advance, retreat and maneuvers of the army, of incidents as they occurred on the march, in the field, in bivouac and in battle, in the scout, in hospital and in prison, replete with thrilling situations and hair breadth escapes."

Economy is the Road to Wealth.

You should lay up your winter coal during the summer, when you can get double the amount for the same money. Buy your coal and stove wood from Mrs. E. A. Hughes & Son, 45 Bridge avenue. They keep in stock: Hecla, Jellico, Anthracite, Mud River, Woodstock, etc. Prompt delivery. Telephones 972 and 747. je6m

The Confederate Veteran.

Published Monthly in the Interest of Confederate Veterans and Kindred Topics.

PRICE, 5 CENTS. }. VOL 1 } S.A. CUNNINGHAM, YEARLY, 50 CENTS.} NASHVILLE, TENN., SEPTEMBER, 1893 No. 9{ Editor and Manager.

Entered at the Postoffice, Nashville, Tenn.. as second class matter. Special club rates to the Press and to Camps 25 copies $10. An extra copy sent to each person who sends six subscriptions. Advertisements: One dollar per Inch one time, or 810 a year, except last page, $25 a page. Discount: Half year) one issue, one year, one issue.

STOP ! ! Do not turn through this publication to look for pictures and then throw it down in disappointment. Every article in it is carefully selected from volumes of manuscript, and each sentence is as carefully condensed as can be. It contains matter of interest and value to every intelligent person, regardless of section. Please read the issue through, and you will be compensated.

THE title page of this VETERAN, as will be seen, contains well executed prints of five young ladies who will represent as many States at the Birmingham reunion. Our artist is to be congratulated upon the excellence of his work, but he failed to conform to instructions in the arrangement, whereby those on the sides at top should be reversed. Subsequent issues of the VETERAN are expected to contain pictures of the other ladies who have been so honored, and brief sketches of all to appear in the next number. The reunion "tableau of the States" will be as follows:

Virginia, Miss Lizzie Clarke, Newport News, North Carolina, Miss Kate Cantwell, Wilmington, South Carolina, Miss Eliza L. Chisolm, Georgia, Miss Caroline Gordon, Washington City, Florida, Miss Elizabeth Pasco, Monticello, Alabama, Miss Carrie T. Cochran, Eufala, Mississippi, Miss Nellie Fewell, Meridian, Louisiana, Miss Idah H. Vinson, Shreveport, Texas, Mary M. Banks, Houston, Arkansas, Miss Lily McGee, VanBuren, Missouri, Miss Katherine Turner, Columbia, Kentucky, Miss Elenora Graves, Lexington, Tennessee, Meta Orr Jackson, Nashville, Maryland.

In first two tableaux only the eleven seceding States appear, while in the final one the whole appear as the "Solid South," every lady to be dressed in Greek costume, and all alike.

NINE thousand five hundred copies of this VETERAN are being printed. Copies in excess of the regular subscriptions are to be sent as samples, and for those who may become patrons. Extra copies are necessary. The greatest misfortune to the publication so far is, that editions have not met the demand. It is estimated that one thousand subscribers are keeping the file for binding, and many offers are sent of $1 per copy for missing numbers. Offers to supply these at the price are frequently made. Back numbers are sent in as a favor by some who do not care to file them. The VETERAN finances are not increased as they might be by these offers, for in no instance has any extra pay been accepted. Those who think enough of it to pay extra prices have my sincerest gratitude, and shall share any favor it is possible to grant them. It may be of interest to new readers to learn that the extraordinary success of the VETERAN has come through the voluntary co operation of people who solicit for it gratuitously. Many of those who are doing most for it would spurn an offer of commission. Patriots, rich and poor, are alike zealous. It is commended and indorsed unstintedly by ministers in the pulpit on suitable occasions, and by organizations who never saw the editor, but have read it critically. A leading Southerner expressed admiration for it, and said, "This magazine can't be published for fifty cents," but it appears monthly, " every time improved." As previously stated, it is a larger publication, and finer than was intended when the price was fixed at fifty cents, but there was such an enthusiasm for it, and largely by those who had worked four years for nothing, that the determination was made to continue to the " last ditch," and to bridge it if possible. Comrades, Southern patriots, you can make this journal, small as it is, the strongest power in America! It is already settled that the management is in accord with the sentiment of our best people. There is. earnest approval in the hearts of the masses, and no person is known to have spoken or written unkindly about it, although nearly all of the fifty thousand five hundred copies already printed have been distributed. Nobody can question its integrity or its patriotism. Many have worked zealously until more than a fair share has been done by them. Others, who are personal friends to the editor, and would gladly entertain him, have never acknowledged receipt of copies sent to them. They are patriotic, too. Let such friends consider that if strangers had acted as they have the VETERAN would, ere this, have gone into endless night. This argument is not made in a beggarly spirit, the VETERAN has passed that point, but the editor feels like scolding some friends. None are excepted from this rule. If fifty cents is too small a sum to engage your attention, send one dollar for two years, or a copy for some other person with your own.

Aside of the continued silence of some personal friends, the next disappointment is that of liberal subscribers to the Davis Monument. The VETERAN has been sent to many who never acknowledged it, even though hundreds of dollars have been expended 
by the editor in making their part known, and in advancing the cause for which they have paid liberally. Surely they should have liberality enough left to acknowledge. Now, friends, one and all, remember that this life is a struggle. The courageous mother who begins with the infant and is zealous on and on to the end of life illustrates the order of our existence. We must be "up and doing" in like manner if we accomplish our hearts' desires. In the great Confederate struggle it was the hero and heroine to the end who are proud of being veterans now.

Our noble women are veterans. Wont you every one make special effort during this month? Will not you who have done most join in this sentiment, you who have done but little do more, and you who have so far taken no action determine to make amends? If compliance were made with this request a sensation would be created in the result that would amaze the American people. Already it is beyond question that no periodical has ever been so enthusiastically accepted, and this co operation would produce a channel of information and expression of unbiased truth that would effect national sentiment.

COMRADES. This term, in this connection, is intended to include all who are friendly to the VETERAN ! The next issue must be out in time for the Birmingham reunion. It is to be an edition of TEN THOUSAND copies. The rate for advertising is but $1 per inch for one time, or $5 per inch for six times, except the back cover page, which is double that. This rate is about as low as the subscription. Now brother, friend, would you like to add your mite to the promotion of a little thing that is so universally accepted? If so, write to some advertisers and tell them what a splendid medium the VETERAN is, and that its loyal readers are glad to patronize those who show friendship for our cause. It is the cause of truth, the reward for duty faithfully performed, even to exhaustion and death. You can send one subscriber. This paragraph is written on a sick bed, but the writer is rapidly improving, and expects to put renewed vigor into the next issue, animated and thrilled with the assurance that his work is universally approved by his people. He had rather be the means of getting Confederate Veterans and their friends to co operate universally for patriotic purposes and the truth of history than to be President. Now is the time, while so much good will is manifested, to do effective work without effort. Camps not patronizing the VETERAN are begged to look into it at once, and send good reports before they go to, or while at, Birmingham.
A HISTORY of the Confederate Veteran Association of Kentucky, designed for this VETERAN, has been deferred for the next, so as to include a report of the annual reunion at Paris, Sept. 27th and 28th. The "Orphan Brigade " and other comrades expect a great time on the occasion designated.

THE superb advertisement of Norwood Institute, Washington, D. C., is republished by order of Prof. Cabell. Viewing the country from the standpoint of our national capital, Prof. Cabell does the VETERAN high compliment in such liberal use of its advertising space to make known the merits of his noble institution. There are peculiarly beneficial advantages in the reach of young ladies at the capital of the nation, and we commend all of our patrons, who can afford it, to consider well the merits of this institution. Prof. Cabell is of us so entirely that the Norwood Institute is indeed as a Southern home to all its occupants.

A CLARKSVILLE CONFEDERATE MEMORIAL, The Confederate Monumental Association of Clarksville is preparing an elegant volume to contain a history of its Association and roster of the Forbes Bivouac. It promises to be the most interesting publication that ever emanated from Clarksville. It is on coated paper, handsomely illustrated, with pictures of the late venerable A. D. Sears, D.D., Hon. D. N. Kennedy and Capt. T. H. Smith leading. Opportunity is offered high class business firms for space in the volume, and it is a very valuable medium. Address Capt. J. J. Crusman, Clarksville, Tenn.

AN apology must be made in sending out this issue of the VETERAN. A necessary absence in Kansas delayed somewhat the work, and recently a severe illness interrupted seriously the plans for certain editorials, An omission much deplored is failure to give an extended account of the reunion at Higginsville, Mo., and the work of raising $61,000 to provide a Home there. The "Home" is a monument to Missouri. There has been given heretofore an extended account of this Home in the VETERAN, but it was intended to have more to say. Moreover, Mrs. Elizabeth Ustick McKinney has carefully prepared a complete history of the Home, which account, with editorial notes, will be reviewed in the next issue.
SINCE the August VETERAN appeared the death of Maj, Campbell Brown occurred. He was one of the best known and most prosperous farmers and stock men in the South. He was a gallant soldier in the war, and upon the death of Gen. Ewell he named his magnificent Tennessee farm for him, and the Spring Hill railway station by his place was changed to Ewell's. Maj. Brown was noble in every sense, and an honor to his race.

JUST as this issue goes to press comrades at Nashville are shocked by the death of Walter Akin, who was gallant through the war, and a champion of right principles to the end.

THE VETERAN headquarters at Birmingham will be conveniently located, and comrades generally will please put in their note books, "See CONFEDERATE VETERAN."
Confederate Veteran September 1893.

MEMORY A HEART TRIBUTE.

Joseph M. Jones, Adjutant General and Chief of Staff United Confederate Veterans for Kentucky, delivered the following address at Winchester, Ky., more than two years ago. In an elegant pamphlet ho dedicates it to his brother, James Lawrence Jones, in whose sweet companionship he shared the happiness and hopes of youth, by whose side in maturer years he shared the trials and dangers of bivouac, march, and battle field.

Who could bear to die and be forgotten
No memory cherished.

The address was in the interest of the fund to erect a monument at Winchester.

We do not bury love, 
Death emptieth the house, but not the heart.

Mr. Chairman, Ladies, Gentlemen, and Comrades:

We are met to consecrate an hour to memory. The voice of the living calls me to speak for the dead. Battle death " Broke our fair comradeship, And spread his mantle dark and cold, And wrapped them formless in his fold, And dulled the murmur of their lips, And bore them where we could not see Nor follow, though we marched in haste."

Today memory, with pale finger, points toward the gathered mists, we bend in steadfast gaze, the veil is rent, and in the twilight of the past we catch a vision before which we stand uncovered with reverence we are in the presence of the dead of vanished years. Some are sleeping in your peaceful, voiceless city, others slumbering where they fell, at the cannon's mouth, far to the South.
Enshrined in my heart is a love for the memory of comrades dead whose mighty depth no human plummet can fathom a love purer, sweeter, fiercer, hath not entered heart of man. It is a passion and an inspiration. Without such inspiration to guide my thoughts and clothe my tongue I would not dare attempt this address. I shall speak from my heart to your hearts, with the hope that your affections may be quickened and you be wooed and won to the cause I come to plead. Some may ask, " Why such wealth of love for these dead? Were they more worthy than their fellows?" The answer comes quick and sharp: they were of that galaxy of men of whom this world has not produced greater patriots and heroes, men in whom were typified all virtues that purify, exalt, and ennoble, men who imperilled life as they battled for the liberties of men: men whose hearts were pure, whose souls spotless, whose lofty fidelity to duty was flawless, men who, in storms of winter and burning heat of summer, lay in shelterless trenches clad only in rags, who marched in snow and ice with shoeless feet, leaving crimson tracks, who, when the trumpets called to combat, swept in serried ranks over fields of fire and deadly hail, and faltered not as they charged the murderous batteries and planted their victorious standards on heights bristling with polished steel, men whose wonderful prowess on land and on sea has never been eclipsed, men whose faith in the justice of their cause was absolute and sublime, whose patriotism was unsullied like unto pure gold, men who were blameless in all things that would tarnish a stainless gentleman's crest, men who were as modest as they were intrepid, gentle as they were chivalrous, tender as they were heroic, men whose sweet sympathy for a wounded and fallen foe was only equaled by their valor in front of an armed enemy. The bravest, knightliest man is ever the truest, tenderest gentleman. Such were our dead. They fell young in years, when to them the future was begilded with a light radiant and beauteous. But voluntarily they yielded up precious life, grandly, knightly, and in such martyrdom entwined themselves about our hearts, sealed a title to our fadeless affection, and won our deathless love. Hallowed memories guard their graves. Poets sing of the grandeur, the splendor, the glory of war. Such alone is the voice of sentiment. War is cruel, gloomy, sinister, murderous. It rides with iron hoof, leaving desolation in its wake. It breaks hearts, ties crape on the door, shuts out sunbeams, and floods with densest blackness. It crushes mothers and wives, and puts them in the coffin. It separates the warmest friends, alienates brothers, breaks up sweetest family ties, turns love to hate, puts the torch to homes about which cluster sacred memories. It reaches out its mail clad hand and hurls into the abyss of death the flower of our youth, the manliest and courtliest of our menthe hope and expectancy of the. Commonwealth. It plants its teeming multitudes in the earth, it wrings tears which, beginning as rivulets, run to rivers. It is loathsome, ghastly, hideous with its shrieks of torment and its fumes of death. It awes and overwhelms, and when it sweeps in wild fury it is appalling. " No one hath knowledge how much blood it cost." These are some of war's frightful echoes.
Comrades, today memory gives back our dead and bears us to scenes of carnage, when with them we marched, hungered, suffered. On the tablets of our hearts is indelibly written the agony it cost to kneel and kiss hot lips of comrades wounded unto death. On our souls is stamped the smothering oppression that came surging over us when, on weird battle field, we stooped to close lids over glazed eyes. The agonizing cries of loved and loving young heroes torn and mangled and writhing with pain are to this day ringing in our ears. Then it was that our thoughts went spinning back to our distant homes, our heart's sympathy going out to parents, wives, sisters, and to gentle maidens to whom fallen heroes had given hand and plighted troth.

We are met today for a purpose to move this people, if we can, to pay homage to our Confederate dead, but we gladly turn to say, from loyal hearts, that every Confederate soldier be he true man and patriot rejoices in the splendid bravery displayed by Federal soldiers during those stormful days of war. We rejoice in their lofty patriotism, so pure, so noble, that it nerved them to face all danger, endure all suffering, and to go down to death as they grandly bore their flag to final and, let us pray, enduring victory. By their deeds of heroism the life of this peerless nation was saved. We, Confederates, love this nation. We are moved to profoundest depths when we look upon the flag that we, as a great, brave people, assaulted with dauntless courage as we remember that it now shields the North in time of storm and shelters the South in time of tempest. To the memory of all gallant men and true, Federal and Confederate, we give our tribute of love and tears. This nation, in loving gratitude, has reared countless memorials to its fallen sons, and as the Confederate approaches these he instinctively uncovers and bends, as he pays a brave man's tribute to a brave man's memory. We who staked our all, and lost, have no nation to thus honor our dead this is left for you and for me.
Go with me to yonder stately home, the princeliest in all the country round. Nature, with lavish hand, has environed it with her loveliest treasures, and the landscape is of transcendent beauty. It is the sweet and leafy month of June, and the air is bathed in golden glory and perfumed with rarest odors. We approach the majestic mansion, cross the richly carved portal, move down the tessalated hall and enter a chamber that is graced and beautified by exquiste art, culture and refinement a mellow dusk envelops, a hushed and holy calm broods. On a couch of softest down, which is robed in silk, lies a youth, just verging to manhood, the heir, the hope, the pride of this home, whose life is ebbing away. The skillful physician has turned in despair. Woman's tenderest ministrations, her gentlest touch every thing that idolatrous devotion can do are of no avail, hope has fled, and the watchers know that the moment has come in which the silver cord is to be loosed, the golden bowl broken." Tears are streaming, hearts are breaking, muffled sobs are floating out on the hushed calmness, the fluttering of wings is heard, the sombre messenger enters, the pulse is still, and

There is hushed on earth a voice of gladness, 
There is veiled a face whose parting leaves a dark and silent place.
Lamentable scene! If such be sad, then 0 how unutterably mournful the grief that staggers and bewilders as we bend beside the noble, stricken youth on far away battle field. It is midwinter, the frozen clods of earth his dying couch. No woman's sweet voice to cheer, no woman's tender hand to minister, no woman's velvet touch on burning brow, no woman's soft finger to close lids over eyes that have looked their last to her in loving appeal, no woman's warm lips to press lips of marble coldness, no metal casket in which to lay away, tenderly and forever, the darling dead, no loving hands to twine the lilies white. Sweeter, sadder picture than this beauteous hero's face was never set in richer frame golden locks, clotted with his own heart's blood.

By men, with rough and hardened hands, be grimmed with human blood and battle smoke, but with tender hearts, the sacred rites must be performed. The fallen soldier's blanket, worn, and pierced by bullets wounds that proclaimed with thrilling pathos how the young warrior had forged his way into the deadliest breach such is now his only shroud and coffin: a shallow grave, a little mound, the murmuring pines chanting a plaintive requiem heard alone by saddened comrades weeping there and then we turn and leave him, and there he sleeps today, and today, with the voice of ardent love and intensest fervor, I appeal to you for a tribute to his memory. Brave, gentle soul, the type of thousands who were swallowed up by battle death,
People of dark, to you I give this picture an offering of affection from one who fondly loved your sons in life bound to them by links that were forged by comradeship during years of suffering and heroic endeavor. If it be traced in subdued shades by a man's weak and trembling voice, it is embellished to richest tints by a man's quenchless love. Take it, hang it on memory's wall, turn to it often, and as you gaze may its sad beauty speak to your souls more eloquently than any human tongue, may it so woo and win as to lead to speedy, gladsome, abundant homage to your dead and scattered sons. Let the mighty wealth of love you gave them in life be measured by the tribute you pay them in death.

The story of their brave, devoted lives has been told. history has scattered her thickly gathered laurel leaves, and now affection comes and, with a wealth of wild tears in her eyes, stands pale above their graves, ready with her beauteous and her loving tribute. When you behold the fruition of this tribute, and look upon the enduring shaft that points to realms where their spirits dwell, let it be to them a touching memorial, to you a sacred shrine, to which pilgrimage be made, and, standing beneath its soft shadow, gather to your bosoms a deeper love for their memory, and to your souls that inspiration which will point and guide to the loftiest and holiest aspirations.

He that wore golden stars and commanded warring legions was no whit nobler than the modest soldier in the ranks. Life was sweet alike to both.
To you, O humble heroes, blameless martyrs, we accord supremest praise. You bore the battle's brunt, asking no reward for services given to your country and to liberty satisfied in the remembrance of duty cheerfully, faithfully performed. Never boastful, but ever modest in the hour of victory, never complaining, but always patient in the hour of suffering and defeat, never cast down, bearing with Roman resignation and fortitude the loss of friends, home, nation. Your manly virtues, your knightly graces, your superb courage, won the world's admiration. Your splendid achievements startled and dazzled all Christendom. Upon the foundation of your trophies and your triumphs has risen a monument to American manhood that will crumble to decay only when time shall fade into death.

Mr. President, you and I know that the offerings of living soldiers, given liberally out of poverty, has largely aided in planting every soldier's monument in the South. Strange paradox, but true as strange, that the people who were sheltered in luxurious homes from war's hiss and its roar, its gloom and its death into whose laps "bounty emptied her golden horn of plenty" leave such work for those who suffered and endured the agonies of war. The very thought of this puts the cup of bitterness to every soldier's lips) drops a sting into every soldier's heart. Keenly we feel it. Kentuckians, break this record. Say to the veterans whose march is wearing to its close, whose faces are turned toward the setting sun: "Get ye to the rear, nobly have you borne your part in peace and war, we will now to the front in this labor of loving remembrance to your dead comrades." Deal bountifully with the memory of your fallen sons, honor yourselves, glorify your name and your State. Let the people of other States catch an inspiration from your generous offerings. Cold the affections, polluted the heart's currents, beclouded the soul's light of him tha.t would turn from an appeal for tribute to the memory of our gallant dead. From the dead and from memory I turn to the living and to hope.

Beloved comrades, when we saw our cause uprooted, the bright temple of our hopes demolished, our flag fade forever from view behind the gloom of utter defeat, we thought all fighting was at an end. Not so. In that cause our banner bore this motto: "For physical supremacy," a cause that was for time, and it was perishable. We are now battling for a cause higher, holier, and on our banner is inscribed this motto: "For moral supremacy,"a cause that is for eternity, and it is imperishable. If defeat should be our portion in this cause, then woe betide us.

When those we mourn today gave up their lives we, like them, were in hopeful youth in the morning of life. Some of us have reached its afternoon, others its evening the shades of night crowding on the pathway sloping to the tomb.

If, betimes, during these years of separation from our fallen comrades, the combat has raged with fierceness, we have been sorely pressed, if the roads have been rugged, the march weary, if we have had our manhood and our courage put to the crucial test, every nerve and fiber strung to utmost tension, does not sweet voiced hope bring words of cheer? Telling, with ravishing tenderness, that if strife and toil be here peace and rest are yonder, and bidding us draw on the 'breastplate of faith, hope, love," and then bear us as valiant soldiers stout of arm, pure of heart, noble of soul that after the din of the battle and the dust of the march shall be over we are to come as conquerors, each with a victor's crown, the glooms of earth behind, the splendors of Paradise before, sweep through the gates of pearl, and as the shout of triumph and of welcome is borne to our cars, with our departed comrades strike hands once more, and we and they, one and all. pitch our tents, white and fair, and plant our banners, spotless and pure, beside the crystal waters in the beautiful vale immortal.

SNOW BATTLE AT DALTON LITTLE JIMMIE WHITE.

S. R. WATKINS.

It was in the spring of 1864, about the 22d of March, a heavy snow had fallen during the night, the hills and valleys were covered with the flakey white. Joe Johnston's army was in winter quarters at Dalton. Two regiments of infantry being camped near each other, in a spirit of fun, began in somewhat military order to throw snow balls at each other. The effect was electric, boyhood frolics were renewed and the air was full of flying snow balls. Brigades and divisions were soon involved, and such a scene was never before witnessed on earth. Many thousands of men were engaged in a snow ball battle. It begun early in the morning, generals, colonels, captains and privates were all mixed up. Private soldiers became commanders and the generals were simply privates, and the usual conditions were reversed. The boys had captured the generals' horses and swords and were galloping through the flying snow balls giving orders and whooping things up generally. Verbal orders to different portions of the field were sent on flying steeds. Gen, Patrick Cleburne was noted for his strict discipline, and whenever he caught a straggler from any regiment in the army he would make him carry a fence rail. Well, the boys bad captured " old Pat," when some fellow yelled out, " Arrest that soldier and make him carry a fence rail." The surgeon of our regiment was calm and even tempered, but would get out of patience with a lot of whining fellows who would report on the sick list day after day. The doctor would look at his tongue, feel his pulse and say, " Well, there is not much the matter with him, just put him on light duty." They captured the old doctor, and a soldier had hold of each leg, another his head and others his arms, and as he was brought in as terribly wounded, Fred Domin ran to him, felt of his pulse, looked wise and said, "Well, there is not much the matter with him, just put him on light duty." This same doctor was noted for having had the same affliction as the soldier who complained. If a man went to him with the toothache, he would say, "Shucks, that's nothing, I've had the toothache a thousand times." If a man went to him with the rheumatism or any complaint whatever, the doctor would say, "Shucks, I've had that a thousand times." One day Kenan Hill got a bug in his ear and went to the doctor hallowing, in great agony. The doctor said, "Oh, shucks, that's nothing, I've had a thousand bugs in my ears." One day a soldier, got a nail in his foot, and the doctor said, " Oh, shucks, that's nothing, I've had a nail in my foot a thousand times." When the small pox broke out at Shelbyville, a soldier went to him all broke out with the small pox, but the doctor consoled him by saying, "Shucks, that's nothing, I've had the small pox a thousand times." After this the doctor had one of his eyes nearly knocked out by a snow ball, when Fred Domin ran up to him again and said, "Oh, shucks, that's nothing, I've had my eye knocked out a thousand times." There  was a great deal of this kind of fun and take off, in imitation of some general or other officer, but we were kept too busy throwing snow balls to take it all in at the time. Infantry boys would capture cannon and caisons, and take the horses from the artillery and go da,shing through the crowd. They would also hitch to the caisons and dash off somewhere else. This snow ball battle lasted all day. A good many of the boys were quite badly hurt. My little bedfellow, Jimmie White, a mere boy of fourteen years, was run over by a caison and both his legs broken, and he was otherwise injured. Poor boy, tears rush to my eyes when I go back in memory to the death of the clever lad. I cry now when I think of him. Poor little fellow, how he suffered, and how he hated to die! Sanker, my negro servant, brought him and laid him on our bunk. The doctor said to him "Jimmie, you are very badly hurt, and you will have to die. It is impossible to do anything for you." Jimmie said, " Doctor. I don't want to die. I'm not prepared to die." I said, "Poor Jimmie, I would help you if I could, but I don't know what to do for you." He begged me to pray for him, repeating, "Oh, I don't want to die." I was not a Christian then, and I am but little better now, God help me. But I said, "Jimmie, do you know Jesus?" "No," said he, "Who is he?" I replied, "Jimmie, Jesus only is able to cure you." " Well, where is he?" said Jimmie. I told him the best I could. The doctor had given him a strong opiate and he began to get sleepy. Rousing, he said, " Oh, I don't want to go to sleep and die that way. Hold up my hand so that Jesus will see it when he comes." I held it up, Jimmie was soon fast asleep. I propped his hand up with the bed clothing as best I could, and being wet and tired I was soon also asleep. When I woke up I looked and Jimmie's hand was propped up as I had last seen it. Poor boy, he was still holding up his hand. We wrapped poor Jimmie in a soldiers blanket, dug his grave and buried him at the foot of the hill 'til the morning of the resurrection. Jesus Christ never lost sight of poor Jimmie White's hand that was raised for Him.


WHEN AND WHERE FATHER RYAN DIED.

The Poet Priest of the South, Rev. A. J. Ryan, died at St. Boniface Franciscan Convent, Louisville, Ky. What a sorrow seemed to have veiled the life and death of this sweet bard and true poet, so loved by the people of the South! There is a breath of sadness in every line of his verses) as there ever was a shade of melancholy in his face. As a prophet he thus described with wonderful accuracy his own sad last hours:

He was dying fast and the hours went by, 
Ah ! desolate hours were they. 
His mind bad hidden away somewhere 
Back of a fretted and wearied brow, 
E'er he passed from life away.

He passed from this world away on the 22d of April, at 9 P. M., 1886, at the age of forty six. He died among strangers who had never known him, yet they were friends, for they left nothing undone for him that human sympathy or Christian charity could suggest. The ex Confederates of Louisville escorted his remains to the depot. He was buried at Mobile, Ala. Few men possess the power of so withdrawing from the world around them, and living within the realm of thought, as he did, and it is a singular fact that to the thousands who knew and loved him his death was a surprise, and that his funeral was comparatively unattended.

EDWIN DRURY.

(It is a singular fact that some admirers of Father Ryan's poems believe that he is yet alive. ED.)

Wm. Bullitt, A. A. G. La. Div. U. C. V., New Orleans: "The CONFEDERATE VETERAN is just what we want. A long life and prosperity to the same."

AUTHOR OF SECESSION ORDINANCE IN GEORGIA.

Judge Eugenius A. Nisbet was an eminent Georgian, of English and Scotch descent. His father was a physician of prominence, who removed from North Carolina in the year 1819 to Athens, Ga., to educate his children, and made it his home. His son, Eugenius A. Nisbet, was a remarkably precocious lad. Entering the sophomore class in Columbia College, S. C., at the age of fourteen, he graduated at the University of Georgia with first honors at the age of seventeen. He immediately began the study of law, and after taking a thorough course in the law school at Litchfield, Conn., returned home, and being still under age, was admitted to the bar by an especial act of the Legislature. He made fine reputation as a lawyer, and very soon represented his county (then Morgan) in the Legislature. He was afterward in the Senate. In 1837 he removed his family to Macon, Ga., where he lived the remainder of his life. In the following year he was elected to Congress for the State at large.

Mr. Nisbet's position in Congress was a prominent one. He became dissatisfied with political life. and resigned his seat in 1841, his ambition being to become a learned jurist. As the founder of the Supreme Court of Georgia, and for some years one of its judges, he acquired greatest eminence. His judicial opinions, as embodied in the first fourteen volumes of reports, are referred to frequently as models of learning, accuracy, and rhetorical finish. In a sketch of him by Mr. Walter B. Hill, of Macon, in the Green Bag for January, 1892, the writer says he easily excels all his compeers as a perspicuous and polished expositor of the law in its principles and its precedents.

Rarely do we find in an individual such a combination of gifts a superior intellect, a lofty and absolutely unimpeachable character, a graceful and pleasing personnel, and a piety that shone resplendent in every walk of life. He was an elder in the Presbyterian Church for forty years, and in the councils of the Church he was no less a leader than in the affairs of State.

When war threatened our land he became a prominent secessionist, and was sent as a delegate to the secession convention which met at Milledgeville in 1861, and was chairman of the committee which drafted the ordinance that put Georgia out of the Union. He was a member of the Provisional Congress, and gave his most cordial support to Mr. Davis, whom he had long known and cherished as a friend.

The late Chief Justice Jackson, of the Supreme Court of Georgia, being one of a committee to prepare a memorial of Judge Nisbet, closed his remarks by saying: "Judge Nisbet died as he had lived calmly, resolutely, fearlessly, beautifully. As one about to cross a river into a more beautiful land, just as quietly he crossed the river of death. I have no doubt his dying eyes were blessed with a vision of that glory land, and that now he enjoys its full fruition."
Honored, respected and beloved by all, and by his family idolized, he fell asleep in Macon, Ga., in May, 1871, at the age of sixty nine.

IN the poem, "Nature's Heralds of Fame," on page 277, next to last verse, third line, "graves" should be "grasses." Honor to the author, Jas. G. Holmes.

F. G. Browder, Montgomery, Ala., July 29, who has sent fifty three subscribers,

Dear Sir: What I have done for your grand little magazine was purely a labor of love, because I heartily sympathized with you in your good work of preserving a true record of the war from our own standpoint.

No man more fully accepts the situation, or is more loyal to the Union than I am, at the same time I am as truly loyal to our lost cause. I am proud of and love dearly our leaders and comrades, and have no apologies to make for our course. I am a Kentuckian, and was a member of Company G, Third Kentucky Cavalry, John H. Morgan's brigade. I was captured with Morgan on his Ohio raid, and confined at Camp Douglas until exchanged a few weeks before Gen. Lee's surrender. I came to Alabama in 1866, and have lived here since that time. I would like to hear, through the columns of your paper, from my old friends and comrades, for many of whom I formed warm attachments during our long confinement.

I indorse your course toward the war journal think the honor and pecuniary benefits, if there be any, belong solely to our own people. I have placed the extra copies where I thought they would do most good, and still hope to be instrumental in getting you one hundred subscribers. I will always put in a good word for your paper where I think it will do good.

Confederate Veteran September 1893.

DEATH AND IDENTITY OF GEN. ADAMS.

Tom M. Gore, Esq., Walthall, Miss., July 31:*** Make some corrections in regard to the death of Brig. Gen. John Adams at Franklin, Tenn., as reported by Mr. O. W. Case, of St. Louis, Mo., in the July VETERAN. With all deference to Mr. Case, I submit that the " body found by the 65th Illinois regiment, one hundred and fifty or two hundred yards from the historic cotton gin," was not the body of Gen. Adams. I was a member of Adam's brigade for eighteen months before his death, and am certainly correct in his identity. In the battle of Franklin Adams' brigade struck the enemy's works just to our right (the enemy's left) of the gin house. The 15th Mississippi regiment, to which I belonged, covered a plateau just on our right, and I think to the east of the gin. When we were about forty yards from the enemy's works Gen. Adams ran his horse down between our line and the works to pass a cheveaux defrise in the direction of the gin, until he reached a point where he could get to the works, when he dashed upon them. His horse was killed and fell on top of the works, about fifty or sixty yards to our right of the gin house. Gen. Adams was wounded, and retreated some thirty or forty yards from the works before he fell pierced with nine balls. In passing through the first line of obstruction, about forty yards from the works, our line was broken into squads, and many never got through it. I, with six others, got to within about ten feet of the works, and could get no farther on account of the thorn bushes laid at the works. Four of the seven, Capt. Smith, Lieut. Allen, Newt McGuire and Frank Moore were killed, and two, Evan Powell and "Bud" Holliday, were wounded, I alone coming off unhurt. In the meantime the brigade had fallen back. I remained on the battle field during the night caring for wounded comrades, and just at dawn of day found the body of Gen. Adams, got it into an ambulance, in which was the body of Maj. Gen. Pat Cleburne, and they were both carried to the residence of Col. John McGavock. The body referred to by Mr. Case was evidently that of some one else a case of mistaken identity. Gen. Adams had on no watch when I found him, and his boots had been removed.
Indulge me, before closing this, in complimenting your artist on his perfect likeness of Mrs. Brewer. You need not have called the name to any one who ever saw the lady. Her's is a face that once seen will never be forgotten. She has my permission "to speak out," regardless of age or "patriotism," if she will do so through the VETERAN. It is refreshing, these days, to find one with moral courage "to speak out."

THE BLANKET ELEVATED HIM TOO MUCH. Every old soldier who has hugged the ground under an artillery fire will appreciate the following anecdote of the war, told by Capt. W. W. Garnes, of Memphis, who commanded Carnes' battery of light artillery in Cheatham's famous division of Tennesseans:

In front of Murfreesboro, on Friday morning after the main fight of Wednesday, a position in front of the bend of Stone River was held by Chalmers' Mississippi brigade, then commanded by Colonel Smith, supporting Carnes' Tennessee battery of Cheatham's division. Instruction had been given the artillery not to open fire in response to any artillery shots directed against them, but to remain quiet as a masked battery and use the guns only in repelling an assault upon the position by an infantry charge. Occasionally some officer commanding a Federal battery, in line across the open fields between, would take a notion to develop the state of things in the Confederate position there, and a sharp artillery fire would be opened on it. With orders to stand still and take the fire without replying, the, artillerymen could only protect themselves as well as possible, the cannoneers getting behind the trees, and the drivers, who could not go away from their teams, lying down by the side of their horses. There had been rain the day and night before, and the ground was uncomfortably wet to lie down on. After one of the periodical shellings from across the way one of the veteran drivers on the wheel team of a piece was seen to prepare himself for more comfortable lying down. He had placed his own blanket, for more convenient carrying, on top of his saddle blanket, and under his saddle, and this he proceeded to take out and spread on the ground where he had to lie down by the side of his horse. The First Lieutenant called the Captain's attention to it, and remarked, "Matthews is going to make himself as comfortable as possible, even under fire. He is a cool fellow, look at him now." The soldier referred to had just thrown himself down at full length on the blanket with a laugh, and remarked that he was tired of getting up and down, so he was fixed to stay during the performance. Soon after this the artillery opposite us commenced again a furious cannonade, which lasted several minutes and caused our men to " lay low " for protection. As soon as this was over the man Matthews sprang up, and shaking out his blanket, preceded to put it back into its former position. Seeing this, the Lieutenant said to him, "What's the matter, Matthews, is your blanket getting too wet on the ground?" The soldier shook his head slowly, and then, with a serio comic expression on his face, answered, "Oh no, sir, I was not considering the good of the blanket, but of myself. When those things are flying over my head like that I want to be as close to the ground as possible, and just a minute ago that blanket seemed a foot and a half thick."
Matthews was from about Tracy City, where he was connected with the coal mines, where he enlisted. He returned to his old work, it is believed, after the war.

A veteran, writing of the attractions at West Point at commencement time, says: "Saville, of Missouri, the lowest of his class, but the best soldier in cavalry. kissed his parchment and bowed profoundly to all, while Missouri brought up the rear. Three of the stars were captured by Southern cadets, two from North Carolina and one from Virginia. Howell, of North Carolina, stands first in the graduates. The military display was elaborate. Gen. Schofield and staff, and Col. Wilson, who was Lieutenant of artillery at first Manassas, made a fine appearance a strong contrast to that when the artillery of our brigade 'whooped 'em up' on that memorable Sunday afternoon, causing him to lose his guns and all but a caisson and a few horses. By the by, the scene of July 21. 1861, just west of the Lewis house, as the battle closed. was never fully described in print. President Davis, Gens. Beauregard, Johnston, Holmes, and many other officers, the First Arkansas, the Second Tennessee, and Walker's battery, all made a wonderful picture."

A CHARACTERISTIC CONFEDERATE.

Capt. J. Warren Hudson died in Selma on the morning of the 5th of July, 1893, aged 62 years.

He came from Virginia when a youth, and took position among the young business men of Alabama. When war was declared, he was of the first to enlist, and was soon promoted to a captaincy in the famous Fourth. Every officer and man was his personal friend. Industry, urbanity and unselfishness were his prominent characteristics throughout his life. He was never idle, and yet he was never so tired from ceaseless toil but that he found opportunity to attend the sick and bury the dead. He always had a smile and tender words and open purse for the distressed. * * * He ascribed all to his Savior, and during the most severe pain his heart was thankful.

How large a majority of those we knew and loved are on the other side ! How few of our comrades are left, and how very few of the guards and cadets who bivouaced with Hudson from Manassas to Appomattox remain ! Vaughan. Berry, Dawson, Burns, Harrison. Not enough to bury a comrade, Selma, Ala., Mirror.

The Secretary of War has appointed a commission, consisting of Col. John P. Nicholson, of Philadelphia, editor of the American edition of the History of the Civil War in America, by the Comte de Paris, Mr. John B. Batchelder, of Massachusetts, and General Forney, of the Confederate Army, to mark the Confederate lines at Gettysburg. The Union lines have been thoroughly designated at the expense of $863,017, the State of Pennsylvania having contributed a little over half of the amount $441,000. When Comte de Paris visited the field for the first time two years ago he declared that Europe had no such impressive spectacle as an attraction for tourists. It is not improbable that the position of the camps of the different State troops at Valley Forge may eventually be marked somewhat on the plan pursued at Gettysburg.

Confederate Veteran September 1893.

HOW THEY STOOD PICKET.

One day in 1864 orders came to the regiment for a detail for scout and picket duty, and the instructions accompanying the orders were for the detail to proceed along a certain road until the enemy was discovered, then stop, hold him in check if possible, but under all circumstances to inform the General of the whereabouts and strength of the enemy. All know that when " old Bedford " (Forrest) issued orders he intended them to be obeyed) and promptly, too. So worn out as the men were it was not long before the party, under command of Lieut. Garner, started on what might prove a wild goose chase, and was just as likely to prove a tiger hunt, with lots of tiger in it. Of one thing the men were sure, they would go until they found the enemy if he was on that road.

Every old soldier knows that on such expeditions he always picked out a mate. One if the men, Burns, a youngster in point of years, but an old soldier, and one of the best that Forrest had, picked out Dick Townsend for his chum. Townsend was riding a gray, almost white, horse. This part of it Burns did not like at all, but decided he would rather risk Townsend with a white horse than any other man there, with a less objectionably colored horse. But I'll let Burns tell the rest.

We had ridden ten or twelve miles when, just after dark, we came up to an old fellow's house and asked him if there were any yanks about, and he told us that they were camped just across the creek about half a mile ahead. We went on quietly, keeping a good lookout, and sure enough, when we got near the creek we could hear dogs barking. They always had dogs about their camps, why, we never could tell, unless it was because the negroes followed them and the dogs followed the negroes. At any rate, the dogs were always there. We halted, and could distinctly hear them talking, and after listening long enough to be sure that we had accomplished our mission, we fell back down the road about a quarter and put out a picket. It came Townsend's and my turn to go on late, and we went to the top of the hill with a lot of orders, mostly "nots" namely, not to talk, not to smoke, not to make the least noise, and not to shoot if possible to avoid it, and not, under any circumstances, to dismount, but to sit quietly on our horses and watch. I do not know how long I had been there when I got so sleepy it seemed to me I should fall off of my horse, I leaned over, and in a whisper asked Townsend if he was sleepy too. He said he was nearly dead. Finally, we could stand it no longer, and got down off our horses and began walking back and forth in front of them as far as the halters would let us, but this didn't do any good. Looking around I saw that the road was raised that is, it was higher than the ground on either side of it. I told Townsend that I was going to sit down on the ground and rest. We both sat down, putting our feet in the ditch. There were plenty of weeds growing close up to the side of the road. I leaned over and put my head down on my hands as they rested on my gun, I did not expect nor intend to go to sleep, but I was completely fagged out. I don't know how long I had been in the position described when something passed by through the weeds with a whisk, whisk that waked me instantly. It was right under my nose when I saw it, and I tell you the truth when I say it nearly scared the life out of me. It scared me so bad I yelled, " H fire, what's that?" as loud as I could, and then I saw it was nothing but a coon. Almost instantly we were on our horses listening, but the yanks never heard a word, or if they did they made no sign. As soon as we found we hadn't alarmed them we got to laughing, and really after the scare was over it was about as funny an adventure as any that happened to me during the war. It shows how little it takes to scare a fellow almost to death when he is tired out and expecting to be scared anyhow. Just before day we withdrew, but Townsend and I laughed all day over that terrible fright. SCOUT.

REMINISCENT PARAGRAPHS.

BY W. A. C.

Ben B was foraging, and finding a farm house deserted, he went in to see what was lying around loose, and the only thing left was the house cat. He took that back to camp. The boys asked him what he wanted with a cat in camp. Ben said he just took it to keep the enemy from getting it.

Jack C was riding one of the family carriage horses, and the horse was much sway backed. Jack was a small man, and on this horse looked much smaller. The command got into a stampede, and the enemy was pushing them pretty close, and in the race Jack was getting left too much behind for comfort, and he yelled out, "Rally, boys, rally on me!" A soldier on a much better horse, well in front, called out, "Rally h ! rally on me." And that was just what Jack C was trying to do.

In my regiment there was a Corporal McVay, with a full suit of red ringlets, and the boys would tease him often about his curls. On one occasion he went on a scout, and the entire scout was captured, but one of them made his escape, and he gave a most amusing account of McVay's experience with his captors. One of them insisted on having one of the curls to send to his sweetheart at home to make her think he was flirting with a red headed little rebel girl in Dixie, and one and another would chaff him until he was nearly wild in his helpless rage, and it is safe to say if McVay got back to his command his curls came off.

Company B, of the Forty third Mississippi Infantry, had a veritable camel, belonging to Lieut. W. H. H , and the use he was put to was to carry the baggage of the officers' mess. The horses of the command were afraid of. the camel, and the driver was instructed to stop just outside the camp when it halted. But in a forced march toward luka, Miss., the command had halted just after dark, and the camel and driver got in the line of march before he knew it. The result was that a horse made a break with a fence rail attached to his halter, and running through the camp, he stampeded men and animals in every direction. Many men took trees or any other protection, and the panic spread through much of the brigade, and many men and animals were badly hurt, and one or two horses, I think, were killed. The camel was in the siege of Vicksburg, and was killed there by a minie ball from the enemy. But none of the Forty third have forgotten the stampede near luka, Miss., just before the battle of Corinth.

Confederate Veteran September 1893.

MISCELLANEOUS CORRESPONDENCE.

Capt. W. P. Montague, Baltimore, Md., July 23dComrade: Lieut. Arthur Sinclair, of the late C. S. Navy, attached to the cruiser, "Alabama," and who was on her decks in the memorable fight with the U. S. steamer, "Kersage," has just written a book, a history of the cruise of the "Alabama," doing full justice to both officers and men, and paying all honor to the gallantry of his opponents.

T. M. Murphree, Troy, Ala., August 15th: There is a venerable old ex Confederate who lives at Union Springs, Ala., who gave the command "Fire!" to the gunner who sent a shot across the bow of the steamer, "Star of the West," on the 9th day of January, 1861. This old veteran is Col. Branch, who held the ra,nk of Lieutenant Colonel of South Carolina State troops at the time. Write to him, as I am sure that he will contribute a true narrative of the scenes and incidents which were enacted in Charleston as well as on Morris's Island during the eventful days' between and during the months of January, February, March, and April, which will interest the readers of the VETERAN.

Capt. Wm, Gay, Trenton, Tenn., August 8th: At the battle of Shiloh, on the second day, as the Confederate forces were being withdrawn, there was a Major from Louisiana and a Captain from Arkansas, ana myself (Captain Company C, 47th Tennessee Volunteers), with about 100 men from the 47th Tennessee and a squad from the other two States named, not more than fifty men, charged a battery that opened fire on our left, thinking we would capture it, but found it strongly supported by a brigade of infantry, which made it so hot for us that we had to get away in double quick time. I would like to know if either or both of those officers are still living. I think they were Major and Captain, one may have been named Hardwick, I am not sure. If these noble men are alive I would be pleased to correspond with them. The Captain was left on the battle field wounded in the thigh. The charge was made at the suggestion of the Colonel from Louisiana. They were two as gallant and brave officers as ever met on the battle field. I was with Gen. E. Kirby Smith at the battle of Richmond, Ky. After Bragg's retreat from Kentucky I was transferred to the cavalry, and was with Gen. Forrest in West Tennessee, Mississippi, and Alabama until the close of the war, when I was paroled at Gainesville, Ala., May 11, 1865. Success to the VETERAN.

L. B. Tatham, Andrews, N. C, : I see that Mr. Henry Watterson, of the Courier Journal, in a late issue of his paper, says the Southern soldier only fought through sympathy and impulse, and not for principle. I am sorry that Mr. Watterson, who was a Confederate soldier himself, should claim at this late day that brave Confederate soldiers, who fought and died for Southern independence, were only ignorant persons, who did not know what they were fighting for. I was a Confederate soldier, and fought four years as faithfully as Mr. Watterson or any one else, and I shed my blood for a cause that I still believe to be right, so I wish it understood that Mr. Watterson does not speak for us all. Of course we all belong to the Union now, and have one flag, and I am glad that it is so, but I still have my own opinion as to whether our cause was just, and who was right in our second war for independence. We old soldiers will soon have passed over the river that Stonewall Jackson crossed, and I do not want our children taught to think that their fathers were a lot of ignorant beings, who did not knew what they were fighting for, but had rather teach them to be proud of their ancestors, and let them think that we fought for a cause, although it failed, that was a just and holy one. Wishing your paper success, I am an old Confederate soldier.

This letter of comrade Tatham is a surprise, and the comment is now made that Mr. Watterson, to those who know him intimately, is not understood as entertaining the sentiments quoted. He has been valiant for his people, as a rule, all the way from boyhood.

FATE OF TWO FLAGS.

The younger generation can hardly realize the horrors of war. They listen to the stories of the battles, of how the bullets flew and the men dropped one by one, but still they fail to realize the deadly execution of the minie ball or the shot from a squirrel rifle.

The post of honor, as well of danger, in a battle is that of the color guard. Attached to the right center company of a regiment, the guard is composed of a sergeant and seven corporals, whose duty it is to carry the colors, and as the colors are most frequently the point of attack it makes them the place of danger, for to lose them is a disgrace, to capture them an honor. In victory they were the salient point of the enemy's attack in their attempts to dislodge the victors, regain their lost ground and capture the colors. In the repulse of a charge they were the rallying point of those who came out with their lives.

As an illustration of how dangerous is the position of a color guard, and how badly a flag can be riddled with bullets, I present you with two specimens, one flag from each army. The first is the battle flag of the Forty ninth Georgia Infantry. The spearhead is lashed to the staff with a piece of rope bullet imbeded in the staff. The flag is inscribed with the names of the battles in which it was borne Frazier's Farm, Cedar Run, Manassas, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Seven Pines, Mechanicsville, Cold Harbor, Ox Hill, Harper's Ferry, Shepherdstown.

The second flag is that of the Second Wisconsin Infantry, of the famous Iron Brigade. It bears no device except the name of the regiment. This regiment, according to " Fox's Regimental Losses in the Civil War," sustained the greatest percentage of loss of any in the entire Union army 19.7 per cent. and the brigade to which it belonged, according to its numbers, the heaviest of any of the war, the regimental loss being 238, and the brigade loss, 1,131.

These two flags were indeed where the bullets fell the thickest.

WELL DONE, GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANTS.

Extract from a stirring address of welcome, delivered by Capt. R. W. Minus, on the occasion of the Confederate survivors' reunion, held at Grover, S. C., August 11th. Captain Minus is the commander of Stephen Elliott Camp, U. C. V., the first encampment organized in the State:

If the Confederate soldier was a hero in war, his virtues and manhood shone transcendent in peace. Returning to his desolate home or the charred remains of what was once the family domicile, broken in fortune, often in health, or suffering from wounds, he gathered his dependents around him, faced the future as he had faced his enemies in battle, and betook himself again to the struggle for existence. In spite of all the unfavorable conditions and the heavy burdens imposed by the Government, he has again become the astonishment of the civilization of his age.

These are the worthy sons of the sires who wrested this fair land from the despot's hand and made the Federal Government rich and powerful and illustrious by their genius, patriotism and statesmanship, and inaugurated and maintained that higher order of civilization which began with our Washington and ended with our Lee. And if ever a similar era is to be restored to mankind it will be by the sons of soldiers of the lost cause, who inherit the qualities of head and heart of their patriot fathers.
Comrades, the history of the war is yet to be written, and in that future volume, when truth shall have been eliminated from error, the Confederate soldier will stand out in bold relief the peer of the battlescarred veteran of the Roman phalanx with his hundred wounds in front, aye, worthy to wear upon his breast the red cross of the Legion of Honor, and in all the attributes of magnificent manhood prouder than the sceptered king upon his throne.

My brethren, we have no apologies to make for our devotion to the lost cause. So long as the kindling of life in our bosoms remain we will cherish its sacred memories, hallowed by the blood of our comrades who sleep beneath the shade of the trees on the banks of every river from Appomattox to the Rio Grande. And you, my friends, who have passed through this baptism of blood, and survived this fearful ordeal of fire, you, a small remnant of that patriot army which now sleeps on fame's eternal camping ground, you, who have met today to shake hands again, renew your former friendship and take steps to perpetuate the memories and preserve for future generations every name that belongs to the high roll of fame, and bequeath it as a rich legacy to your children, to every one of you, comrades, I would say, all hail! Some of you are full of years, and all of you covered with martial glory as with a mantle of light. If I cannot hail you as victors in the final outcome of the war, the world hails you as chiefest among its heroes. As we marched years ago, shoulder to shoulder, under the battle flag, and witnessed the harvest of death beneath its folds, so we today, by the blessing of heaven, march hand in hand under the banner of peace, acknowledging our allegiance to God, yielding obedience to law, and favoring such methods as tend to the prosperity of our country, the maintenance of law and order, and the elevation and refinement of society.

As our ranks grow thinner and thinner, and when at length the last old Confederate is detailed for duty in the grand army above, and when we meet to answer the last roll call, may we hear the eternal fiat, Well done) good and faithful servant, soldier of the lost cause, soldier of the cross, enter thou into the joy of thy Lord

THE CONFEDERATE UNIFORM.

A clever correspondent sends us the following, and asks for specific information on the subject :

It is not generally known,

said Gen. Rufus Saxton, in June last) at West Point Academy, "that the Confederate uniform was designed at West Point. It happened in this way I was an instructor of artillery at the academy from May 1, 1859, to September, 1860. My quarters were in the east tower of the cadet barracks. Gen. Simon B. Buckner, who was Adjutant General of Kentucky, came here for the purpose of obtaining a new uniform for the troops of that State. We agreed that the handsomest uniform was the cadet gray. He and I worked on it for several days. I remember suggesting to him that there was a good opening in one of the departments for a relative of his, and that he received the information very coldly. Buckner went South, and the uniform we had decided upon became that of the Confederate army."
The above may be true, but we are not certain that Kentucky had troops at the time stated, and, reasonably, the uniforms were for the cadets of the several military institutes of that State, though there were volunteer organizations in some localities and no effort toward concentration or mobilization.

Confederate Veteran September 1893.

MAMMY SUSAN'S STORY.

Miss Salley B. Hamner, now of Washington, D. C., in Waverly Magazine puts this thrilling and pathetic story in a dialect that becomes musical to those who recall it in "Aunt" Susan's time.

It is very strange, Mammy Susan, that Aunt Virginia has never married. She is even now a beautiful woman, and must have had many offers. 

Offers! 

Interrupted Mammy Susan. "Lor' bless you, chile! All de big bugs in dis land done court Miss Virginia, an' she ain't keered nuthin' for none uv 'em. De governer an' de legislaters and all dem grandees just got down on da knees to Miss Virginia, and Kurnel Meade kill heself 'cause she wouldn't hab him. Maybe how I ortent ter be a telling you all I knows about dese things, but you started your ole mammy to talkin', and she never knows whar to stop.

You knows, honey, Miss Virginia ain't none of your aunt. You jes' calls her dat 'cause she so good to you. 

When my Mars Ned was young, he and Mars Charles dat was his brudder wha da call Kurnel Mason when he growed up was two ob de finest gemmens in Am'erst county. Da had niggers by de hundreds, an' land, an' as to money, it fairly growed on trees. Dar warn't no bigger quality folks nowhar dan ourn.

Well, Mars Charles he fell dead in love wid Miss Mary Christian dem Christians was quality folks like us) you knows an' he axed her to marry him, when she out an' tell him she done promise. Mars Ned she would marry him. It almost kill Mars Charles. For a whole year he never had nothin' to say to nobody, an' he jes' walk around like a statur. Den he got mad wid Mars Ned, and he never would speak to him no mo'. De fust thing we know he turn right round an' marry Miss Charlotte Thomas, an' it like to kill us all, 'cause do Miss Charlotte was real beautiful like, she was no quality folks like ourn, an' da folks never had more'n a dozen niggers on de place. I knows ole mars turn in his grave de day his chile marry ole Mr. Thomases chile. 

But she never live long, an' Mars Charles he soon foller. Da never left but one lone chile, an' he was Mars Arthur, a leetle bit of a boy, jes' a year old. Mars Ned sent right over dar an' took dat chile to his house, 'cause he warn't gwine to let none of de Thomases raise none of de Mason family, an' Mars Ned never had no boy, 'cause Miss Virginia was born dat very day Mars Arthur was, an' she was a gal. Dem sartinly was one pretty pair of chilluns, an' I was proud of 'em. I don't believe, mars and mistis knowed which da loved de best. Miss Virginia she had little yellow curls jes' like de shining sun, an' Mars Arthur's head look jes' like de night when dar ain't no stars nor moon come out.

Lucy she nussed Mars Arthur an' I nussed Miss Virginia. Lordy, chile, we use ter stand by dat cradle an' look at da two little heads on dat piller, and Lucy 'dared she b'lieve da was angels done come down from heaven. 

Mistis never was nothing but jes' like snow itself arter Miss Virginia was born. Marster took her to the Greenbriar and all dem fine places whar fine people goes to look for da health when da done lose it, but it never done mistis no good. "One day mistis sent for me, an' she say

'Susan, you've been a kind, faithful servant all your life, and I'm goin' to ask you to make me a very solemn promise.

 What is it, mistis?' I say, jes' as well as I could, 'cause I never see dat look on mistis' face before, and dat lump in my throat was a chokin' me so. She say

'"I'm going to heaven today, Susan. and I want you to take care of my children when I'm gone.

I jes' fell down an' take her white hand in my two black ones, an' den she put her udder hand on my nappy head, an' I see her lips a movin'. I knowed she was a prayin',an' I couldn't talk 'cause I was a cryin' so, but somehow I make out to say 

Yes, mistis, 'fore de Lord, I'se gwine to take care of dem chilluns long as I live.

An' dat's de reason l'se here now, chile. All de horses in A'merst county can't pull ole Susan off dis plantation long as de Lord keep bref in dis body. 

You orter seed me an' Lucy a tendin' to dein chilluns! An' how da did grow! only Mars Arthur he was always de biggest. An' lordy, honey, how da did love one anudder! Lucy say one day lookin' mighty smart like

Susan, s'pose our chilluns married one anudder some time? Da is most grown now.' 

I thought Lucy done lost her min', but it warn't so powerful long before dat same thing seem to git in marster's min'. He was troubled about something, shure, an' den when de time come in de fall, an he sent Mars Arthur off to the 'versity, de trouble look like it was gone off his min' some.

One day marster he got mighty sick, an' Jeems, what always wait on marster, come out de white folks house an' say how de doctor say marster got de numony. Dat was dat thing what kilt blacksmith John, so we got terrible oneasy about marster. One day I was gwine in to see for myself how he was, but when. I gits to de do' I sees Miss Virginia's yellow head a leanin' on mars' bres', an' I hear him sayin' 

'Promise me you never will, and I shall die satisfied.

An' Miss Virginia cry so hard her bref nearly gin out, an at last she say

I promise you, father, I never will.' "I never staid dar much longer, but I knowed what marster was a talkin' 'bout, 'cause he didn't want none of his blood mixed up wid dem Thomases no more dan it was.

Miss Virginia sent for Mars Arthur to come to de funer'l, but arter dat day I ain't seed no mo' of him on dis place. 

De war it come along, you knows, an' de fus' thing we hear Mars Arthur done gone to de North. "Wouldn't none of our blood gone to the yankees, but Mars Arthur was so mis'able in Vaginny, an' thar warn't but two places, you knows, honey, an' when he lef de South he had to go to the North, course. We never heered nothin' 'bout him, an' we come to de 'clusion he done died 'way off dar somewhar,

One day a whole yard full of soljers ride up an' say Lee done surrendered. Nex' day I see a long line line of dem blue coat yankees comin' down de lane. I 'clar' 'fore de Lord, chile, I never was so skeert in all my life! Dinner was on de table, and two of dem big officers, wid shiny things on de shoulders, knock at de do' an' ax if da could git some dinner. 
Miss Virginia had better raisin' dan to 'fuse anybody he's dinner, even if he was a yankee, an' when
I see her set down at de table she look jes' as white an' kyarm, I reckon dem yankees ain't never seen no sich a gran' lady as Miss Virginia was whar da lives.

Presently one of dem say, ' I think your name is Mason,' an' Miss Virginia raise her head high an' say 'Yes.' She look like she didn't keer if she didn't say dat much to dat yankee. Den he say 

I have a brother in law by that name Arthur Mason who came from this State in '61.'

I thought Miss Virginia was dead, sure. She roll from dat char right down on de flo'. Course I wasn't gwine to let dem strangers tech her, so I take her up jes' like I use to when she was a baby, an' I carried her to her bed by myself. 'Pears to me 'twas a hour 'fore she come to. She half open her eyes an' her lips quiver like she was gwine to cry, an' I never hear right plain all she say, but I hear her keep a whisperin' 

Married! Arthur! Arthur!' " It was full two years arter dat, an' one day my boy Jack come a runnin' in, an' he say

Mammy, I done always tole you dat house was ha'nted! Now dem ha'nts is done gone an' built a fire in Mars Charleses' ole house, an' I see 'em goin' round dar jes' like da was at home, an' de smoke is a flyin' out o' de chimney ! ' 

Fore de Lord I was skeert, 'cause dem ha'nts, you knows, chile, could git down to my cabin in no time. Dar wasn't no creek 'tween dar an' our house, an' dar ain't nothin' but water dat sperits minds.

Sam he was mars' old carriage driver he come along he always seem to think hisself white folksan' he say 

You niggers is 'stitious. Thar ain't no sich things as sperits.'

So what he do but march hisself right over dar! An' who does you think he see? Mars Arthur hisself, layin' right in de bed whar he was born, an' lookin' jes' as white as de piller he was layin' on! 

But warn't dat nigger skeert? Every nap on dat head o' his'n stan' straight up, an' his eyes 'peared like moons. I hear him tell Miss Virginia 'bout it, an' her face turn white like dat rose in her hyar, an' de tears was shinin' in both her eyes like dem raindrops in de trees when de sun come out. She jes' tell me to come on. I ain't never seed such a 'stressful sight befo', as like when Miss Virginia walk in dat room whar Mars Arthur was. She never said one word, an' he jes' look right in her eyes. Den he took her two han's right in his an' pull her down like, an' she put her lips on his fo'head, an' it look like ole times to see dat gold head close up side dat jet head. It minded me of when da was little, an' use ter sleep in de same cradle, with da little arms roun' one anudder's neck.

Den Miss Virginia knelt close up to Mars Arthur's bed, an' I see his arm a creepin' roun' her wais', an' I hear him say somethin' 'bout his dead wife, an' how he want to come back home to die. An' he keep on whisperin' low, an' look like he was mighty weak. Den I hear him talkin' 'bout heaven. An' he say he don' want ter leave his chile alone wid nobody to care for her, an' he almos' loss his bref when he say dat. 

Miss Virginia's heart jes' 'peared to melt when he say dat, an' she fasten her arms tighter' n ever roun' his neck, an' she put her head down closer an' closer, an' I hear her say she warn't allowed to give her life to him, but she'd give it to his chile. Den his white lips, jes' like marble itself, teched hers.

Soon de do' open an' in come de white nuss (I never see a white nuss hefo') wid de baby a walkin' long by her side. You know who dat was, honey? She look jes' like a' angel, an' she run up to her pa an' he put her han' in Miss Virginia's, an' the little thing took right to her (I b'lieves chillun knows good folks jes' as soon as da sees 'em), an' Mars Arthur he smile jes' like I use ter see him smile every time he look at Miss Virginia. Den all at once de blood fyarly gush from his mouf, an' he lay back on de piller white as de driven snow. 

I come out o' dar. God an' de angels was in dar wid Miss Virginia, an' dar warn't no use o' dis po' sinful nigger a stayin'.

So you see you's been a livin' wid Miss Virginia from dat day to dis, chile, an' she's been a givin' her life to you, jes' like she promise yo' father. I'se a po' ignorant nigger, an' I don' know all 'bout dese things like white folks does, but somethin' keeps a tellin' me dat if Miss Virginia ain't married nobody in dis world, an' is givin' her days to keerin' for us po' sick niggers and Mars Arthur's orphant chile, when de Bridegroom come to dis earth to look for his bride (an' mistis said dat meant all de good folks), he's gwine to take Miss Virginia de fust one of all he see.

CALIFORNIANS' GENEROSITY TO THE SOUTH.

The following note from Gen. Robert E. Lee will be perused with interest by all our readers, some of whom doubtless remember that in 1867 Bishop O. P. Fitzgerald, then a resident of California, and editor of the Christian Spectator, San .Francisco, collected and remitted to the several relief committees in the South over ninety thousand dollars for the suffering people. By special request one remittance was made directly to Gen. Lee for the benefit of the families of deceased Virginia Confederate soldiers. By due course of mail the following reply was sent:

LEXINGTON, VA., 1 June, 1867.

MY DEAR SIR: I received from Messrs. Lee & Waller, New York, $509.00 in gold, forwarded by you, for the widows and orphans of Southern soldiers in Virginia, which I will endeavor to apply for the relief of those most requiring aid.

I hope you will permit me to express my individual thanks to you and the generous donors for the aid thus given to the suffering women and children of Virginia, whose grateful prayers in your behalf will, I am sure, be registered in heaven. With great respect, your obedient servant, R. E. LEE.

REV. O. P. FITZGERALD.

Californians should ever be remembered in gratitude for their great kindness during the period referred to. The record of all these transactions was published at the time. There was sent to Nashville $3,300 of this fund. All of it was distributed by telegraphic exchange free of charge.

G. FRENCH, Camden, Tenn., wants all the back numbers he can get, and adds: "I hope you will get out the year book you spoke of. I will take one." Will all interested write on this subject?

UNCLE GEORGE ROGERS, of McKenzie, continues to secure subscribers for the VETERAN, and takes his pay in the comfort of having the VETERAN sent to old comrades who are unable to pay for it.

MEMORABLE EVENTS OF THE CONFEDERATE WAR.

COMPILED BY WM. A. YARBROUGH, LINDALE, TEXAS.

Jan. 5, 1861. Steamer "Star of the West" sailed from New York with supplies and reinforcements for Fort Sumter, arrived off Charleston, S. C. on the 9th, was fired upon and driven back to sea. She returned to New York on the 12th with two large shot holes in her hull.

March, 1861. 4th. Abraham Lincoln inaugurated President.

May, 1861. 2d. Sixty ninth New York Regiment arrived in Washington, 5th. General Butler took possession of Relay House, 11th. Charleston blockade established, 31st. Cavalry skirmish at Fairfax Courthouse, Va.

June, .1861. 2d. Battle of Phillips, Va., Confederates routed, 10th. Battle of Big Bethel, Va., Union forces completely routed, 11th. Colonel Wallace routed Confederates at Romney, Va. 14th. Confederates evacuated and burned Harper's Ferry, Va. 18th. Battle of Booneville, Mo.

July, 1861. 5th. President Lincoln called for 400,000 men, and $400.000,000 to put down the rebellion Battle of Carthage, Mo. 10th. Battle of Laurel Hill. 11th. First battle of Bull Run, Union Army completely routed, 21st. Second battle of Bull Run, lasted 10 hours, when panic siezed Union Army, and they fled to Washington in disorder. The loss was: Confederates killed, 630, wounded, 2,235, missing, 150, Union killed, 1,011, wounded, 1,216, missing, 2,698. The number engaged were, Union, 65,000, Confederates in action, 47,000. This was a terrible defeat for the Union Army, and a victory for the Confederates.

August, 2861. 2d. Battle of Dug Spring, Mo. 4th. Battle of Athens, Mo. 7th. Hampton, Va., burned by Confederates, 8th. Battle of Wilson's Creek, Mo. Union forces, 5,200, Confederate forces, 1,500. After six hours' fighting Confederates were repulsed, 20th. Skirmish of Hawk's Nest, Va. Confederates engaged, 4,000, Union men, 8,000. Union men routed, 28th. Bombardment and capture of Forts Clark and Hatteras. Confederate loss, 765 prisoners and 1,000 stands of arms. 29th. Lexington, Mo., attacked, but repulsed at heavy loss.

Sept., 1861. 6th. Paducah, Ky..occupied by Union forces, 10th. Battle of Carnifex Ferry, Va. 20th. Colonel Mulligan surrendered at Lexington, Mo" with 25,000 men, to the Confederates, 24th. Romney, Va., stormed and captured by Union forces.
Oct., 1861. 3d. Battle of Ball's Bluff, 21st. Battle of Wild Cat, Ky. 28th. Battle of Cromwell, Ky.

Nov., 1861. 7th. Great naval fight of Hilton Head. 8th. Batitle of Belmont.Mo. 11th. Battle of Piketon,Ky.

Dec., 1861. 2d. Naval engagement at Newport News. 10th. Shelling of Freestone Point by Union gunboats, 20th. Battle of Dramsville, Mo.

Jan., 1862. 2d. Battle on Port Royal Island, S. C. 10th. Battle of Middle Creek, Ky. 19th. Battle of Mall Spring, Ky. Confederate loss: 192 killed, 68 wounded, 98 prisoners all there were. Union loss: 39 killed, 207 wounded.

Feb., 1862. 6th. Fort Henry captured by Union troops, 7th and 8th. Battle of Roanoke Island. Union loss: 50 killed, 222 wounded. Confederate loss: 13 killed, 39 wounded, and 2,527 prisoners, 13th. Battle of Fort Donelson, and captured on 16th by Union forces. Union loss: 446 killed 1,735 wounded, 150

prisoners. Confederate loss: 227 killed, 1,007 wounded, 13,300 prisoners, 21st. Battle near Fort Craig, N. M. Union loss: 162 killed, 40 wounded.

March 1862. 6th, 7th and 8th. Battle of Tea Ridge, Ark. Union loss: 203 killed, 972 wounded, 176 missing. Confederate loss: 1,100 killed, 2,400 wounded, 1,000 prisoners, 9th. First encounter of iron clad vessels Monitor and Merrimac on the Chesapeake Bay. Confederate ship Merrimac defeated, 10th. Manassas, Va.. evacuated by Confederates, 14th. Battle of Newberry.N.C. 23d. Battle of Winchester, Va. 28th. Battle of Valles Ranch, N. M.

April, 1862. 6th and 7th. Battle of Pittsburg Landing. Union loss: 1,735 killed, 7,822 wounded, 4,044 missing. Three thousand Confederates were buried on the field, it was fearful, 7th. Island No. 10, Mississippi River, surrendered, after, 23 days' bombardment. Confederate loss: 125 guns, 13 .steamers, 10,000 small arms, 2,000 horses, wagons, over 6,000 prisoners, 8th and 9th. Shiloh. This was a famous and fearful battle. On the second day Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston, in command of Confederates, fell on the battle field leading a desperate charge, 11th, Pulaski surrendered after thirty hours' bombardment, 16th. Battle of Camden, S.C. 26th. Commodore Farragut demanded the surrender of New Orleans.

May, 1862. 1st. New Orleans captured by Union fleets, 5th. Battle of Williams, Va. 8th. Battle of West Point, Va. 10th. Surrender of Norfolk, Va. General Butler captured $800,000 in gold at New Orleans. 23d. Battle of Front Royal, Va. 25th. Battle of Winchester, Va. 27th. Battle of Corinth, Miss. 31st. Battle of Fair Oaks, Va., and battle of Seven Pines, Va.

June, 1862. 4th. Battle of Panther Creek, N. C. 6th. Great gun boat fight before Memphis, Tenn.. at the close of which Memphis surrendered to Union army unconditionally, 8th. Battle of Cross Keys, Va. 9th. Battle of Port Republic, Va. 26th. Battle at Mechanicsville, Va. 27th. Bombardment of Vicksburg, Miss. 30th. Battle of White Oak Swamp.

July, 1862. 1st. Battle of Malvern Hill, the last of the great seven days' battle before Richmond. Total Union loss was 16,224, of which 1,565 were killed, no account of the Confederate losses. President Lincoln seemed to be alarmed, and called for 600,000 more men. 5th. Bombardment of Vicksburg, Miss. 17th. Postage stamps made a legal tender, 20th. Gen. J. H. Morgan and forces overtaken and scattered.

August, 1862. 4th. President Lincoln ordered 300, 000 more men to be drafted, 5th. Battle of Baton Rouge, La. Attack on Fort Donelson, Tenn. 9th. Battle of Cedar Mountain, 21st. Five Confederate regiments crossed the Rappahannock and almost walked into the masked batteries of General Segel, which opened fire on them with grape and canister, mowing them down by scores, 700 being killed and 2,000 captured. Great mistake. Battle near Centerville, Mo. Union forces evacuated Fredericksburg, Va. 29th. Battle at Groveton, near Bull Run, Va. 30th. Groveton battle renewed. General Pope defeated. Battle near Richmond, Ky. Union forces defeated, 200 killed, 700 wounded, and 2,000 taken prisoner.

Sept., 1862. Battle near Chantilly, Va. Battle at Briton's Lane, Tenn. 12th. Harper's Ferry invested by Confederates, 14th. Battle of South Mountain, Md. Union loss, 2,325. 15th. Harper's Ferry surrendered, and 11,500 Union forces prisoners, 17th. Battle of Antietam. Each army numbered about 100,000. Losses were heavy on each side. Munfordsville, Ky.,. surrendered to Confederates, 4,600 prisoners, 20th. Battle of Iuka, Miss. 22d. Emancipation proclamation issued by President Lincoln.

Oct., 1862.3d. Battle of Corinth, Miss. Union loss, 2,359, Confederate loss, 9,363. 8th and 9th. Battle of Perryville, Mo. 15th. Heavy fight between Lexington and Richmond, Ky. 18th. Gen. J. H. Morgan dashed into Lexington and captured 125 prisoners. 22d. Battle of Marysville, Ark.

Nov., 1862. 1st. Artillery fight at Philmont, Va. 3d. Reconnoisance at the base of Blue Ridge. Confederates driven into the river, and many drowned. 16th. Captain Dalgren, with 54 men, dashed into Fredericksburg, Va., and surprised the Confederates. 21st. Sumner demanded the surrender of Fredericksburg, Va. 27th. Battle near Frankfort, Va. 28th. Battle of Cane Hill, Ark.

Dec., 1862. 4th. Winchester, Va., captured by Union soldiers, 5th. Battle near Coffeeville, Miss. 7th. Battle of Prairie Grove, Ark. 11th. Fredericksburg, Va.,. shelled by Union forces, 12th. Fredericksburg captured. 13th. Battle of Fredericksburg, Va. 29th.. General Sherman repulsed by the Confederates, 31st. Battle of Murfreesboro.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

DURING the the war, when the Federal troops occupied. Franklin, Tenn., a picket force was kept on the Carter's Creek pike, about two and a half miles out, at the head of Campbell's lane. A Confederate scout and sharp shooter, who rode a gray horse and carried a long gun on his shoulder, was in the habit of coming from the west of the pike across the fields and quietly getting in shooting range and firing on the picket and then dash away across the country, making his escape. On at least one occasion one of the pickets was shot from his horse, as the lady, who was then a little girl, tells me. She says the picket in every instance fled to the town, and soon a company would come out the pike looking for the rebels. These attacks of this one rebel occurred frequently, and the family in the brick cottage got in the habit of looking out for the soldier on the gray horse. Some years after the war a son of this family was in Arkansas, and by chance met this soldier who rode the gray horse, and he took delight in telling of his adventures with the Federal picket on the Carter's Creek pike near Franklin. W. A. C.

An old Confederate, Bunkie, La.: "Whilst we are honoring our great heroes who have passed away, we should not lose sight of our heroines the dear women who were with us in those trying times. It is of one of these I wish to make inquiry. I see no mention of her. I hope her lot has fallen in pleasant places. When our army was routed at Nashville, Tenn., and whilst our troops were in the greatest confusion, a lady (Miss Mary Bradford, I believe, was the name) rushed among the men and bullets and implored the soldiers in the name of God and their country to form and face the foe. Such heroism is rarely seen and not soon forgotten. I don't know where she lived at the time, nor where she is now. Some one of your readers will remember her."

W. J. Green, Utica, Miss.: "The VETERAN fell into my hands and I like it so much that I have secured three other old Confeds besides myself, as subscribers."

Confederate Veteran September 1893.

CONFEDERATE FLAGS AT WASHINGTON.

Battle flag, from S. C. Reg. at battle of Antietam, Sept. 1862, at the stone wall in front of the 1st Brig., by private Thos. Hare, Co. D, 39th Reg. N. Y. Vols. Private Hare was afterward killed.

Battle flag, at Malvern Hill, Va., July 1, 1862, by Sergt. W. J. Whittrick, 82d Pa. Vols. This flag was taken from a South Carolina regiment, who piled up their dead to resist the attack of Butterfield's brigade.

Flag of 11th S. C. Vol., inscribed " Port Royal, Cedar Creek, Swift Creek, Petersburg, June 24, Weldon Railroad."

Sixteenth S. C. Vol., by Capt. J. W. Scott, Co. D, 157th Pa. Vol., taken from hands of color bearer on the line during the engagement of April 1, 1865, at Five Forks, Va.

Battle flag of 27th S. C. Reg., by private S. C. Anderson, Co. A, 18th Mass, Bat.

Battle flag, by Gen. Sheridan's forces, Sept. 13, 1864, from 8th S. C. Inf. South Carolina State flag no history. Battle flag of Sumter Flying Artillery, in the battle of Appomattox Station, April 8, 1865, by Chief Bugler Charles Shorn, 1st Va. Vet. Vol. Cav.

Battle flag of Sumter Heavy Artillery, in the battle of Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by Sergt. Geo. Pitman, Co. C., 1st N. Y. Lincoln Vol. Cav.

Battle flag of 1st Tenn. Bat., at Chickahominy, June 27, 1862, by Sergt. John Marks, Co. D, 13th N. Y. Vol.

Battle flag of 1st Tenn. Reg., at battle of Gettysburg, Pa., July 3, 1863, by the 14th Conn. Vol.

Colors of 7th Tenn. Reg., by private Milton Mathew. Co. C, 61st Reg. Pa. Vol. He also captured the Color Sergeant.

Battle flag of 14th Tenn, Inf., at battle of Gettysburg, Pa" July 3, 1862, by the 14th Conn. Vol.

Battle flag of 44th Tenn. (silk), at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by E. M. Norton, Adjt. 6th Mich. Cav.

Battle flag of Texas brigade, at Shargsburg, Sept. 17, 1862, by the 9th Pa. Res.

Battle flag of 1st Texas Inf., in battle at Appomattox Station, April 8, 1865, by 1st Lieut. M. A. Reed, Co. D, 8th N. Y. Vol.

Battle flag of 3d Texas Cav., by Brig. Gen. Kilpatrick's command in raid on Macon Railroad, Aug. 20, '64.

Battle flag, Hood's Texas Brig., by private Samuel Johnson, 9th Pa. Res.

Battle flag of 1st Va. Inf., by 82d N. Y. Vol., at Gettysburg.

Battle flag 3d Va. Inf., at Gettysburg, Pa., July 2, '63. Battle flag of 4th Va. Inf., May 12, 1864, in battle of Wilderness.
Battle flag of 2d Va. Inf., 13 battles inscribed upon it, by 37th Mass. Vol. at battle of Winchester, Sept. 19,1864.

Battle flag, Aug. 16, 1864, near Front Royal, Va., by H. J. Murray, Co. B, 4th N. Y. Cav., and private F. Leslie, Co. B, same regiment, from 3d Va. Cav.

Battle flag of 7th Va. Inf., by the 82d N. Y. Vol. at Gettysburg. Battle flag of 8th Va. Vol.

Battle flag of 10th Va. Vol., at Chancellorsville, Va., May 3, 1863, by the 68th Pa.. Vol.

Flag, stars and bars of 12th Va. Vol., in cavalry engagement near Beverly Ford, June, 1863, by Gen. Kilpatrick, U. S. A. Battle flag 9th Va. Inf., July 3, 1863, at battle of Gettysburg, Pa., by private John E. Clopp, Co. F, 71st Pa. Vol.

Battle flag of 9th Va. Inf., in battle at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by Corp. J. F. Benjamin, Co. M (Harris), Vol. Cav.

Battle flag 6th Va. Inf., July 30, 1864, by Corp. F. Hogan, Co. A, 45th Pa. Vol.

Battle flag 12th Va. Inf., in battle at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by 1st Lieut. James H. Gibben, Co. C, 2d N. Y. Vol. Cav.

Battle flag 1st Va. Cav., at Aldie, Va., June 17, 1863, by 1st Mass. Cav. Battle flag 18th Va. Vol. Battle flag 25th Va Vol.

Flag 14th Va. Reg., by Sergt. H. A. Delavie, Co. J, 11th Pa. Vol., at battle of Five Forks, Va., April 1, '65.

State flag 14th Va. Cav. of 1864, inscribed, "God armeth the patriot," on one side, and on the other "Virginia State arms," by private J. F. Adams, Co. D, 1st Va. Cav., Nov. 12, 4864, in an engagement near Nineveh, Va.

Battle flag 32d Bat. Va Cav., by private Ed. Handford, Co. H, 2d U. S. Cav., near Woodstock, Va.., Oct. 9,1864.

Flag, stars and bars 18th Va. Inf., by 2d Lieut. C. E. Hunt, 59th N. Y. Vol.

Battle flag 18th Va. Inf., in battle at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by 1st Sergt. I. S. Calking, Co. M, 2d N. Y. Cav.

Battle flag 26th Va. Inf., in battle at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by Coran D. Evans, Co. A, 3d Ind. Vet. Cav.

Battle flag of 25th Bat. Va. Inf., in battle at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by private Frank Miller, Co. M, 2d N. Y. Vol. Cav.

Battle flag of 27th Va., Inf., in battle at Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by private W. F. Holmes, Co. A, 3d Ind, Vet. Cav.

Colors 30th Va., by private George J. Shapp, Co. E. 191st Pa. Vol.

Colors 36th Va. Vol.. Sept. 19, 1864, near Winchester, Va., by Patrick McEnroe, private Co. D, 6th N. Y. Cav.

Battle flag 38th Va. lnf" in battle of Sailors Creek, April 6, 1865, by Capt. John B. Hughey, Co. L, 2d Ohio Vet. Vol.

Battle flag 38th Va. Reg., at battle of Gettysburg, Pa., July 2, 1863, by Sergt. Daniel Miller, Co. G., 8th Ohio.

Battle flag 40th Va. Inf., in battle of Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865, by Sergt. W. P. Morris, Co. C, 1st N. Y. Lincoln Cav. Vol.

Battle flag 40th Va. lnf" "Southern Cross," by 1st Mich. Cav., at Falling Waters, Md" July 14, 1863.

Flag 42d Va. Inf., by Corp. Charles L. Russell, Co. H, 93d N. Y. Vol. Battle flag 41st Va. Inf. Battle flag 56th Va. Inf.
Battle flag 56th Va. Inf., May 12, 1864, by private C. W. Wilson, Co. E, 4th Excelsior Reg.

Battle flag 67th Va. lnf" by private B. H. Tillison, 19th Mass. Vol.

Battle flag 44th Va. Vol., at battle of the Wilderness. May 12, 1864, by Sergt. Albert March, Co. B, 64th N. Y. Vol.

Battle flag 55th Va. Vol., May 6, 1864, by Sergt. W. P. Townsend, Co. G, 20th Ind. Vol. Battle flag 47th Va. Vol., by 50th Penn. Vet. Vol.

279 Confederate Veteran September 1893

Battle flag 50th Va. Reg., in the Wilderness by private John N. Opel, Co. G, 7th Ind. Vol.

Virginia State flag, June 3, 1864, by Corp. Terence Bigley, Co. D, 7th N. Y. Art., at batte of Wilderness.

Flag, stars and bars of Flatrock Rifles, Lunenburgh County, Va.

Virginia State flag, at battle of Phillipi, Va., June 3, 1861, by 14th Reg. Ohio Vol., inscribed. "Presented by the ladies of Bath, Va. Motto: God protect the right." Virginia State colors.

Va, Cav. standard, in a charge at the battle of Williamsburg, by private Samuel Coskey, Co. I, 1st Cav. (Written with red ink, A. G. G., 1862.)

Virginia State colors, at battle of Sailor's Creek, April 6. 1865, by Corp. Ernine C. Payne, 2d N. Y. Vet. Cav.

Battle flag, Va. State colors, in battle at Farm's Cross Roads, April 5, 186.5, by Henry C. Wasfel, Co. A, 1st Pa. Cav.

Flag, Virginia. Inscribed: "Our cause is just, our rights we will maintain."

Virginia State flag, Sept. 19, 1864, near Winchester, Va., by private Geo. Reynolds, Co. M, 9th N, Y. Cav.

Virginia State flag, presented by Lieut. E. D. Wheeler, 1st Artillery, Nov., 1875.

Battle flag 48th Va. Inf., at battle of the Wilderness, May 5, 1864, by Lieut. Col. Albert M. Edwards, 24th Mich. Vol.

Garrison flag, "Secessionville," James' Island, S. C., defenses of Charleston, Feb., 1865.

Garrison flag of the citadel of Charleston, S. C., Feb. 18,1865.

Garrison flag, "Fort Moultrie," Charleston Harbor, Feb. 18,1865.

The last three were presented to the War Departby Brig. Gen. A. Shimmelfennig.
It may seem odd to publish the list of Confederate flags captured by the Federals, and to omit those captured by the Confederates which are reported as "recaptured" from them by Union forces. The proportion of such flags reported is very small. The report credits the following named soldiers and commands with having captured the flags named: Sergt. John H, Denton, Company E, Eighth Alabama Regiment, captured the Second Michigan. Kemper's brigade captured several. Company C., Fifth Va. Regiment, captured the flag of the Twenty eighth New York Regiment, Company K of the Fifth Virginia Infantry. The Fifty first Pennsylvania was captered by Lieut. D. A. Wiggins, of the Thirty seventh North Carolina. The Second New Jersey was captured by private Jas. R. Dickey, Company D, Fifth Texas.

In nearly every instance these flags were sent to the regiments or the Governor's of the States represented.

M. T. Ledbetter, Piedmont, Ala.: We have named our Camp, "Camp Stewart," to commemorate the virtues and noble heroism of three brothers who went to the war from this section, viz.: A. O., J. T., and S. D. Stewart. Three braver and truer soldiers never enlisted under any banner, and their surviving comrades thus honor their memory, while they commemorate their deeds of valor and renown.

REUNION OF THE FOURTH GEORGIA REGIMENT.

A few notes on the reunion of the famous old Fourth Georgia Regiment, which occurred on the 2d and 3d of August, will be interesting to the many Georgia readers of the VETERAN.

The lovely town of Talbotton has achieved a brilliant success in this her second entertainment of these battle scarred veterans, and from the gallant old command none but the most grateful and appreciative sentiments are heard. These ten full and elegant old companies of '61 were represented by a handful each of veterans from LaGrange, West Point, Talbotton, Jeffersonville, Monticello, Milledgeville, Calhoun, Oglethorpe, Americus, and Albany. W. H. Gilbert, the handsome veteran Mayor of the city of Albany presided gracefully, and the well arranged programme was most successfully carried out in every particular. There were several appropriate addresses of welcome by prominent citizens and old soldiers of Talbotton, and patriotic and beautiful response was made by Col. Jones, of Albany, son of a brave officer of the Fourth Georgia.

The fiery eloquence of our own "silver tongued Hester," as he received, in behalf of his regiment, the portrait of Gen. Doles, painted and presented by Miss Daisy Hall, of Macon, Ga., the lovely "daughter of the regiment," created great enthusiasm, while his every soulful uttera.nce was applauded to the echo.
Gen. Phil Cook was received with wild applause, and his old boys gazed with love lit eyes on their gallant old leader as he stood before them, the impersonation of a Southern soldier, brave as a lion and gentle as a woman.

The last and loveliest of this beautiful day's attractions was the recitation of a poem, "The Flag of the Old Fourth Georgia," written by Mrs. Col. H. W. Willis, "mother of the regiment," and recited in a most charming manner by master Albert Snead, son of the gallant Fletcher T. Snead, Adjutant General of Doles' brigade. Mrs. Snead, now associate President of Soule College, Murfreesboro, Tenn., was present, and had the pleasure of witnessing the adoption of her handsome and manly boy as a "son of the regiment." This honor had been bestowed but once before, and then upon the chivalrous Grady, after the utterance of a noble address on the occasion of the reunion of this regiment at Americus in 1889.

The Fourth Georgia will meet at Milledgeville next year, where they will unveil a monument erected by them over Brigadier General Doles, who was their first Colonel, and greatly beloved by his men.

W. F. Travis, Adjutant, Tullahoma, Tenn., after reading one VETERAN, writes, " It is worth more than the year's subscription. Go on in your good work and let us, our children, and all future generations, see and know who the Confederates were. Let them know that the principles we fought for are fully guaranteed by the Constitution of our country, and that we were patriots willing to offer our all in defense of our homes and rights. I want to hear that you have placed the VETERAN, in every home in all this broad land, especially in the South."

Editor B. B. Greenwood, Breckinridge, Texas: "We think it the duty of all good Southern people to subscribe for and contribute this much to the support of a publication of this character."

Confederate Veteran September 1893

CONFEDERATE DEAD AT MACON, GEORGIA.

From the Macon Telegraph and Messenger, of April 26, 1878, a scrap of which Mr. J. L. Cook has furnished the VETERAN, we get the following list of the dead of the Southern armies there buried in 1864. All but the first fourteen died in 1864. The editor states that it is considered nearly perfect. A copy was put in the corner stone of the beautiful monument at a prominent point near the court house.

NAME Company Regiment Date of Death 

L. O. Tait....................I...8th Confed...... 

J W Swiney............... .....................Dec 13

J S Cullum, Capt........ F...8th Tenn......... Nov 16

W H Bird.................... A...32d Miss ........... Dec 7

J F McGraw............... D...9th Ga.............. Dec 11

Thos Copeland.......... A...1st Ga Reg's... .. Dec 6

J H Yates .................. .......... 

Willie C Ross ........... ...from Rome.. May 21

Robert M Bee ........... B...lst Ga Reg's..... 

M F Downs.................H... 50th Ala.... ...... Dec 14

W B Humbers ...........G... Ala...........Dec 16

M Kaugh ...................B...2d Tenn........... Dec 28

Thos Alderman......... ...29th Ga ........Dec 30

Thos Ohara ...............A...12th Ga ............ Dec 28

1864

C H Stewart .............. ...1st Florida ...Jan 4

Jas F Hewston........... .Newman's bat

James Smith.. ...........B...3rd Tenn ........... Jan 16

J W Shaw .................. L.. .1st Ga............... Jan 16

S Daniel .....................K...51st Ga.............. Jan 31

James Raley ..............G...Finley's bat .... .

James A Hobbs ........ D...66th Ga ............ Feb 3

J G Hammonds......... ......................

S Miles........................A.. 10th S C.............. 

G W Deerson..............F...7th Fla............ Mar 25

W H Ross .................. ...4th ..............Mar 7

J D Ogilvy, Capt........K...4th Ala............. 

J M Davie ..................D...29th Ga.. .......... .

Wm Vickery.,............K...50th Ga............. 

W Lester .................... ..Macon, Ga April 19

E A Davis..................H...45th Tenn ...... May 4

Allen Raines.............. E. ..28th Ala ......... May 15

J W Rodgers..............K...25th Ga........ ..... 

John McDoe ..............A...38th Tenn......... 

Solomon Sagers.........K...63d Oa............. May 22

Benj Cadish...............A...37th Ala ......... May 31

.J Bradford .................D...17th Ala ......... May 24

F Reedy.......................C...63d Ala.............. 

Geo Reutz ..................F...47th Ga ........... May 24

J H Groover...............E...29th Ga............ May 25

J Lovett .....................L...10th S C........... May 24

N A Lawson...............I...52d Ga ............ May 26

Joshua Harrold......... .Cobb's Res've May 30

A M Brewton..............D.. 23d Ala ........... May 29

J A Black....................B..,17th Ala ......... May 29

J W Elliott.................F...54th Ga........... May 18

W G Smith, corp'l.....G...24th S C........... May 29
J Batchelor.................E...93d Ga............ May27

W T Belcher...............K...30th Ga........... May 29

D J Hanney ...... ........F...3d Miss............ May 23

J W Bell.....................B...8th Confed Cav 

A L K:.......................... ......................

P E Banks ..................C...5th Ga............ June 22

James Smith..............H...40th Ala......... June 21

J L Johnson...............E...31st Miss ........ June 20

.J J Saunders........... ..A...40th Ga........... June 19

E J Bardwell..............K...35th Miss........... 

John Biley ................. B...33d Ala........... June 8

A J Pearson...............G...16th S C ......... June 16

A G Smith .................G...Perrins Mcav. Junel6

James Andrews ........A...38th Ala......... June 19

R Woodford...............I..57th Ala......... June 16

Marion Motley...........B...58th Ala......... June 14

G J Morris..................F...11th Tenn...... June 15

M M Carter................H...56th Ga.......... June 10

Benj Lewis .................B...57th Ala......... June 10

R F Yarbrough .........D...17th Ala......... June 10

J W Sullivan..............A...17th Ala......... June 6

Wm Wray..................B...49th Ga........... June 6

M V Nichols............... 1st Tenn Cav. 

T J Roberts.................F...39th Miss........ June 5

J H Hill...................... 1...63d Ga............ June 5

H C Kyle.....................B...51st Tenn....... June 1

Rufus Dean...............A...24th Texas......... 

J G Thomas...............D...18th Ala......... June 24

J A Weaver ...............D...34th Ga........... June 26

Wm Crenshaw...........D...36th Miss ...... June 27

Henry Davis ....... ......B...19th N C......... June 27

B W Reek ..................D...54th Va........... June 27

J Roberts....................F...20th Miss........ June 29

W F Bailey.................A...30th Ala......... July 1

J Y Hunter,................ K...18th Ala......... July 1

Green J Brantley......H...63d Ga ............ July 1

C A Breland................I ...59th Ala ......... July 1

Robert Lewis..............C.. 5th Ga............ July 2

W Thomas.................. I...8th Tenn ........ July 4

W L Shaver...............A...58th N C......... July 6

W W Sewell...............D...46th Miss........ July 8

J T Phipps.................. I..35th Miss........ July 9

J Martin.....................G...49th Ala......... July 10

J R Rustin..................D...5th Ga Cav ..... July 10

D BKeed .............. .....E...4th Tenn......... July 11

J Powell.....................E,..42d Ala........... July 12

B L Pillard..................C...28th Tenn....... July 11

Thos Anderson...........C...45th Ala......... July 12

John Asken............... ...5th Ga Res July 12

C A Friday................. .14th Ala bat. July 13
M Collier..................... C...34th Ala......... July 14

T A Motes....................C...46th Ala ......... July 15

Jesse B Wheeler........K...12th Tenn ...... July 24

W C Rouse.................K...7th Fla............ July 23

D W McIlhenny........ Ward's Art'y. July 22

W J Grimes ...............E...46th Miss........ July 22

M V Boydston............ F.. ,15th Miss ........ July 22

A J Bush..................... 1...2d Tenn........... July 22

Joel Battle .................A...12th Ala bat.... July 23

C C Clay.......................C...37th Miss........ July 21

David J Lester.............. K.. .29th Ala,........ July 22

Amos Rollins,..............Ethridge's Art.. July21

A J Teague.................A...2d Ala ............ July 21

G F Crone ..................A...9th Tenn ........ July 21

E S Watson................ G...15th Miss........ July 20

R Jones.......................K...39th N C......... July 18

W J Gordon...............F..,46th Ala.......... July 19

E B Hill .....................D...40th Ga........... July 18

Joseph Watson.........H...63rd Ga ............ July 17
J B Hooper.................K...42d Tenn......... July 16

J M Beach ..................E...8th Tenn......... July 16

WM Murray..............E...54th Va........... July 15

A L Smith.................. ....... July

R Braden, Sergt.........K...9th Tenn......... July 25

Jas Barr, Col.............. ...10th Miss. July 25

F J Polk..... ...............E...56th Ga........... July 25

Josiah Crawley..........G...6th Miss......... July

Newton L Moore ......A...15th Miss........ July 26

S Bellew..................... Miller's Regm't July26

J Anderson ..... .........K...7th Fla ........... July 27

J A Maden .................A...21st Tenn.,...... July 27

H W Magee ...............K...39th Miss ........ July 27

J W Ashfield ..............C...1st Ga.............. July '27

Wm Cox.....................A...7th Ala........... July 27

S Hall, musician ...,.. ...19th La...........July 27

H Patton .................... ...54th Ga. July

B D Spyker................. ...Winchester July 28

R A Kelley.................E...55th Ala......... July 28

E Cowart .............. ...E..55th Ga............. July 20

J F Gray.....................F...42nd Tenn ....... July 28

J M Barrentine...........C...4th Ark., ........ July 28

S Horton.....................B...2d Ala ............ July 28

F M Lynchburger......H...1st Ga.............. July 28

R L Davis...................B...1st Ark ........... July 28

W B Jones..................E...3d Ga Cav ...... July 28

J F Miles .................... A. ..25th Ala ......... July 28

W Martin.. .................C...10th Con Cav.. July29

T J Richards ..............D...26th Ala......... July 30

J A Stratton ..............K...26th Ala ........ July 30
W S Vaughan............ ...Ga Militia.. July 30

C Waters..................... B..lst Ga St Line July 30

J Bunyards, Corp'l....D...6th Miss ......... July 30

T Abar, Sgt.................F...31st Ala.......... .July 30

J A Messer .................A,..37th Ala ......... July 30

R F Smith.................. .18 years old July 28

M King ,......................F....54th Ala ......... July 31

J A Crawford..............G...29th Ga........... July 31

Barnabas Taylor........A...22d Ala............ Aug 1

Moses Whitton .........D..,42d Ala............ Aug 31

J M Bennett, Sgt Maj 54th Ga........... Aug 23

J Johnson ..................C...29th Ala........... Aug 6

B Upchurch ...............E...17th Ala........... Aug 9

M G Arington............B...66th Ga.... ....... Aug 9

R Comfort........... .....E...10th Miss ........ Aug 8

J A Harris.................. ............ Aug 8

T Carrell..................... I...29th Ala........... Aug 7

G R Ragan......... ........ .Gates'Batt'y. Aug 7

W H Hammond........ ...Rowan's " Aug 7

R Richboug...............E...10th S C........... Aug 7

Wm Anderson...........A...12th Miss........ Aug 7

S R Neal..................... .Phelin's Bat'y Aug 7

J Tidwell....................H...45th Ala........... Aug 8

James Cooper...........A...Ga Militia...... Aug 7

J F Gardner...............A...Stiggs' Batt'y.. Aug 7

J Stanton....................B...3d Ala Cav...... Aug 8

John Burton..............D...1st Ga Res ...... Aug 4

A Morgan ..................G..,66th Ga............ Aug 5

J G Benton.................E...56th Tenn..,..... Aug 5

D Smith ..................... ........ Aug 5

J Pilojean ..................F...30th La............ Aug 4

A Teuton....................A...2d GaSt Line. Aug 4

R Coode.......................F...42d Tenn......... Aug 4

W T Jones..................D...25th Ala ......... Aug 3

Wm R Mabry............K...4th Ga Mil...... Aug 4

L F Young.................. I...39th N C........... Aug 3

J C Gilbers..................C...4th Miss........... Aug 2

W H Hammock.........A...1st Ga Bat'n ... Aug 2

J T Barbee..................K...37th Ga............ Aug 2

W J Johnson..............C...66th Ga............ Aug 1

Thos Wolfe............... äK.. .5th Ga Res...... Aug 1

A Robertson....... ......H...12th Miss Cav.. Aug 1

W W Mills.................. I...28th Ala........... Aug 1

J W Wilkinson.........A...4th Ky........... Aug 9

A A Binwiddie, ens'n 5th Tenn......... Aug 8

W G Reynolds, Capt..A...29th Miss ........ Aug 3
J Ramey ....................H....56th Ala........... Aug 8

J Russell.............. ......C...3d Miss............ Aug 8

L Blackman...............B...17th Ala........... Aug 10

T L Davis........... ........ Torrent's Bat. Aug 10

A J Council................E...10th S C ........... Aug 10

G W Bryan.................H...23d Ala............ 

T A Bagley .................E...63d Ga .............. .

L C Llsey, Lieut......... Pt Coupee By. Aug 11

J Maxwell,Corpl......A...6th Texas........ Aug 10

Thos J Chambers...... ....... Aug 11

D Cardry ....................H...lst Ga.............. Aug 12

L Anderson.................B...18th Ala ......... Aug 12

O W McGee.................E...22d Miss........... Aug 12

Jas B Varnado ...........B........................... Aug 12

C Adams..................... E...63d Ga.............. Aug 12

U RTeagle..................A...9th Miss.......... Aug 13

J Pettigrew ...............K...30th Miss ........ Aug 14

F Sutts........................ Jeffreys By ..... Aug 18

John Phillips............H...63d Va.............. Aug

M King........... ............C...lst Fla ............ Aug 13

J C Hancock............... I...5th Ga Mil...... Aug 13

J G Bailey ..................B...42d Ala ........... Aug 15

W M Jordan ..............A...41st Tenn ......... Aug 18

J E Barclay ...............K...10th Miss......... Aug 17

G Lovell.....................C...33d Miss............ 

A J Thompson...........K...1st Ala......... ..... 

John Hart .......... ......A,..57th Ga.............. 

J F Scroggins ............K...3d Miss.............. 

J D Weed.................... I...3d N C ............... 

L Bailey.....................K,..57th Ala........... Aug 27

C C Ward....................K...14th Miss......... Aug 27

E C Johnson.............. ..... .. Aug

L Griffith ....................C...12th Ga Mil..... Aug27

T V Belew, Ensign..... .31st Miss. Aug 25

A Ledbetter...............F...29th N C........... Aug 24

S E Robins..................B,..17th Ala........... Aug 25

W T Cochrane ...........A...Miller's Cav ... Aug23

B B Evans ..................D...Miller's Cav ... Aug 24

M B Garrett ...............G..,27th Ala........... Aug 22

A P Holston...............G..,3d & 5th Mo..... Aug 22

T W Otto ....................E...9th Miss........... Aug 22

W H Woodford..........B...33d Ala............ Aug 22

James Winslet...........A...26th Ala.......... Aug 21

John Nelson ..............A...25th Ala ......... Aug 21

Robert Hester............K...10th 8 C ........... Aug 21

David Golhard...........C...50th Tenu........ Aug 21

Josiah Payne..............B...34th Miss......... Aug 21

J T Scott.....................B..,4th Tenn......... Aug 19

James Northcut.........C...1st Ala ............ Aug 20

Nathan Mcllhane..... I...29th Ala........... Aug 19

Sergt R J McKHlght...C....5.5th Tenn........ Aug 19

J P Knowles...............B...Bellamy's By. Aug 19

P Gilmore .................F...2d Ala.............. Aug 10

D Faulinberry........... ........ 

W G Graham ............K..,8th Miss........... Aug 19

J W Vickory...............I...20th Tenn........ Aug 19

Sgt.J B Marshall.. .....A...42d Ala............ Aug 18

T Nutt ........................G...5th Ga Res ..... Aug 18

J R Wllkinson...........A...40th Ala.......... Aug 18

J E Scott.....................B..,3d Miss........ .... .

L Shaham ..................B...1st Confed ...... Aug 28
Wm Isler....................H...10th Ga Mil..... Aug 29

P P Womack.............. F.. .3d Miss............ Aug 30

Judson Jones..............C...24th Ark......... Aug .30

J E McAbee.................C,..39th Ga ........... Aug 30

S Long.........................C...54th Va........... Aug31.

W T Fisher. ..............D...3d Tenn........... Aug 31

J H Alveston..... ........F...3d Ga Mil ........ Aug 31

W W Bawnell ..........B'...42d Ala ........... Sept 1

L Fredon....................A...Perrin'sCav... Sept 1

M J Hudson...............D ..46th Ga ........... Sept 2

J McCoy....................C...54th Ga. ......... Sept 1

James Abernathy.....A...54th Ala..... ..... .

J T Crittenden ...........E...56th Ala Cav... Sept 2

S M Vancleave...........D...46th Tenn....... Sept 5

Jos R Johnson ...........E...34th Ala ......... Sept 4

Lt W H Simmons .....E...30th Miss ...... . Sept 3

W Rogers.................... I...4,3d Ga............. Sept 4

Arthur D Whittlesey G...1st Mo .. ......... Sept 4

S G Anderson ............D...65th Ga ........... Sept 4

J F Smith....................C...17th Ala ......... Sept 4

S W Adams.................B...3d Miss............ Sept 4

Alcer Vignes................. Pt Coupee By... Sept 5

WA Taylor.................E...lstArk............ Sept 5

J E Shackelford.........E...46th Ala ......... Sept 4

Ira B Hawkins...........F...12th MissCav. Sept 6

N Simmons ..............B...2d Ga S S ........ Sept 5

James Rials...............K...1st Fla ............ Sept 5

W H Holland ............ 1...32d Tenn......... Sept 6

Sgt A S Thomas.........E..,50th Ala ......... Sept 6

B Hampton ...............K...1st Ga Cav...... Sept 6

T A Hogan................. B...41st Ga............ Sept 6

Sgt Chas Maguire ......B...4th La............. Sept 5

John Carley...............K...50th Tenn ...... Sept 5

John House.............. I..,2d Ark .......... Sept 5
John P Brooks...........E.. 29th Tenn ...... Sept 7

Sgt O H Bushing........E...33d Ala ........... Sept 6

W C Hailes.................H...36th Miss........ Sept 5

Robt HHarris...........H...25th Ga........... Sept 5

B Owens .....................G...7th Ga ............ Sept 7

J K P Smallwood...... I...lst Ga militia. Sept 10

R H Morgan...............G...15th Miss ........ Sept 8

Wm Stevens..............H...2d Ark............ Sept 8

J F Vickers ...............K...Ga StateLine. Sept 9

Alien Daughtry.........D...6th Ga............. Sept 9

Robert Jacobs...........H...9th Ga ............ Sept 10

A McKorkle...............C...15th Texas...... Sept 12

(To be concluded In next number.)

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