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that he would rather sacrifice his life Lee the next day into Richmond with than to leave him until he had placed dispatches to General Bragg. After dehim out of danger. The situation was livering the documents, the Major an exposed one. Our men were sadly called to see his wounded chief. He scattered and there was hardly a hand- found him comparatively calm and in ful of men between the little group and full possession of his mind. Stuart dithe advancing enemy.

reted McClellan to make proper dis“But the horse arrived in time; the position of his official papers, then made General was lifted upon him and was him executor of his personal effects. He led by Captain Dorsey to a safer place. said: “Let Venable have the gray and There, by the General's orders, he gave you take the bay. You will find a Conhim into the charge of Private Wheat- federate flag in my hat sent me by a ley, of his company, and returned to lady of Columbia, S. C., who had derally his scattered men.

sired me to wear it, then return it to “Wheatley procured an ambulance her. Send it to her. My spurs which I and placed the General in it with the have always worn in battle, I promised greatest care, and supporting him in his to give to Mrs. Lilly Lee of Shepherds. arms, he was driven to the rear. I was town, Virginia. My sword I leave to hastening forward to that part of the my son." field, when I had heard that he was The report of cannon attracted his wounded, when I met the ambulance. attention; he asked what was the meanThe General had so often told me, that ing of it. Major McClellan told him if he were wounded, I must not leave Gracie was moving upon Sheridan's the field, but report to the officer next rear, while Fitz Lee was opposing his in rank, that I did not now presume to advance at Meadow Bridge. Earnestly disregard his orders, and the more so, Stuart responded : “God grant they may because I saw Dr. Fountain, Venable, be successful.” Then realizing his own Garnett, Hulliben and several of his condition said, “but I must prepare for couriers attending him. I remained another world.” Just then President with General Fitz Lee until the next Davis came into the death chamber. morning, when he sent me to the city Taking the Cavalier's hand he asked: to see General Bragg, and I thus had “General, how do you feel?” “Easy, an opportunity to spend an hour with but willing to die if God and my counmy General.”

try think I have fulfilled my destiny

and done my duty." In the afternoon As the ambulance was being driven to he asked Doctor Brewer if he could the rear, he noticed the disorganization survive the night. The doctor frankly of his men retreating and he called to told him that death was close at hand. them: "Go back! Go back!! and do Stuart's reply was: “I am resigned if your duty as I have done mine, and our it be God's will. But I should like to country will be safe. Go back! Go see my wife. But, God's will be done!” back!! I had rather die than be Soon after he said to Dr. Brewer, "I'm whipped." These were his last words going fast now; I am resigned; God's upon the battle field—words not of idle will be done,” and then the spirit sought egotism, but of soldierly entreaty. It “the shade of the trees,” across the rivwas after midnight when the ambu- er. Thus passed away one of the greatlance bearing the wounded cavalier est cavalry leaders the world has proreached Dr. Brewer's, his brother-in- duced. As an out-post officer, he had no law, in Richmond. Stuart suffered much superior; as a raiding commander during the trip into the city.

Dame Fortune rode with him and Major McClellan was sent by Fitz smiled success in every effort. Handsome, a splendid rider, bred to arms, do what he thinks best-I have implicit of wonderful physical endurance, he confidence in him." was a beau ideal trooper; and since the Such encomium as that uttered by death of Jackson, the Army of North- Jackson is praise indeed. ern Virginia had sustained no such loss.

In 1907, at the Great Confederate In General Orders General Lee thus reunion in Richmond, there was unbemoaned the loss of his cavalry com

veiled the most inspiring bronze in this mander: “Among the gallant soldiers country. Horse and rider idealized who have fallen in this war General Stuart in leading his men “into the Stuart was second to none, in valor, in jaws of death." It is complete, and fits zeal, and in unflinching devotion to his the conception of his troopers beyond country. His achievements form a con

their expectations. Captain John Esspicuous part of the history of this ar

ten Cooke, of his staff, soldier, author, my, with which his name and services poet, thus incribes his lore in an ode to will be forever associated. To military his campaign cup, the breaking of capacity of a high order, and to nobler which called the tragic memoirs of virtues of the soldier, he added the that tragic past: brighter graces of a pure life, guided and sustained by the Christian's faith His lips this broken vessel touched, and hope. The mysterious Hand of an His too—the nan we all adore all-wise God has removed him from the

That Cavalier of cavaliers,

Whose voice will sing no more scene of his usefulness and fame. His Whose plume will ficat amid

the storm grateful countrymen will mourn his Of battle never more! loss and cherish his memory. To his comrades in arms, he has left the proud

Not on this idle page I write

That name of names, shrined in the core recollection of his deeds and the inspir- Of every heart—peace! foolish pen ing influence of his example.”

Hush! words si cold and poor,

His sword is rust; his blue eyes dust, That was General Lee's estimate of

His bugle sounds no more! Stuart. When Jackson had been struck down in the dark shadows of the wil- Never was cavalier like our: derness surrounding Chancellorsville,

Not Rupert in the years before!

And when his stern, hard work was done and A. P. Hill wounded and disquali

His griefs, joys, battles o'ez, fied to command the Stonewall Corps, His mighty spirit rode the storm, General Jackson said: "Send for Gen

And led his men once more. eral Stuart," and when the bronze

He lies beneath his native sod, bearded cavalry man reported and

Where violets spring or frost is hoar: asked for Stonewall's plans, Jackson He recks not changing squadrons watch responded, “Tell General Stuart he

His raven plume no more,

That smile we'll see, that voice we'll hear, must act upon his own judgment and

That hand we'll touch no inoro.


Firing Line

(All the tales of the Civil War have not been written nor told. Watson's Magazine proposes to publish each month short narratives from those who actually took part in the "War of the '60's." In fighting their battles over, the old Veterans will be surprised first, then gratified at the eager interest with which their tales are read. We hope our old Confederate Veterans will send in their recollections; their war-time anecdotes, the history of the foraging tours, their brief romances, and all the data which went to make up the lives of “the Boys in Gray" in '61-'65.—The Editor.)

A Sinecure

ceived his death wound. I belonged to General Horatio C. King, on one oc

Company K of the First Virginia Cavcasion narrating some war memoriesalry, Companies D and K forming our said:

squadron. Company D was made up of “We suffered many harships on both

men from Washington county, Virginsides, but the poor, brave Confederates ia, commanded by Captain Litchfield, suffered most. I remember a grizzled and Company K, of Maryland, comold colored man who at the outbreak of

manded by Lieut. Gus Dorsey. The the Spanish war applied for a place First Virginia on that day was in line as an army cook.

of battle on the extreme left of Wick. “ What experience have you had ? ham's brigade with Companies D and the old fellow was asked.

K forming the left of the regiment, “ I was cook, sah, fo' a Confederate resting on the Yellow Tavern road. regiment in sixty-fo',' he answered— Just across the road was General Lo“that is, sah, I had the position of cook, max's brigade. D and K were deployed but, to tell the truth, I didn't work at along a line of fence in the woods-a it.'

position they, together with the regi‘Why not?

ment, had held nearly the entire day. 6 "There wasn't nothin' to cook, sah.'"

About 5 o'clock in the afternoon Gen. eral Stuart came riding slowly through

the woods, whistling and entirely alone, The Battle of Yellow Tavern

and took a position directly between I noticed in your issue of October 12 Fred Pitts (a young man from the easta communication from Mr. Frank Dor- ern shore of Maryland) and myself, sey respecting the wounding of Major- with his horse's head extending over General J. E. B. Stuart at Yellow Tav. the fence. My left elbow was touching

There has been so much contro- the boot on General Stuart's right leg, versy in the papers during the last 35 while Pitts was equally as close to the or 40 years as to how the wounding and General on his left.

General on his left. He had been with death of our noble General occurred, us in this position scarcely five minand as historians and others vary in utes when some of General Lomax's their accounts of that sad tragedy and mounted men made a charge up the seem unable to agree, please allow an road and were driven back by a regieyewitness and one who participated in ment of Federal cavalry, which, when that memorable engagement at Yellow they got to our line of battle, filed to the Tavern to give to the public the exact left along the fence in front of our comtruth. Mr. Dorsey's statement is nearer mand, passing within 10 or 15 feet of correct than


I have yet seen. I was General Stuart. They fired a volley in a position to know every particular as they passed, one shot of which hit of that memorable fight on May 11, the General in the side. I saw him press 1864, when our beloved General re- his hand to his side and said to him:


"General, you are hit.” “Yes,” he re- Owing to the disparity in numbers, plied. “Are you wounded badly?" I our only hope of success lay in a "surasked. “I am afraid I am,” he said, prise," and as a large portion of the den“but don't worry, boys, Fitz (meaning izens of West Virginia were stanch UnGeneral Fitz Lee) will do as well for ionists, we were forced to abandon the you as I have done." We were then public roads and make the journey taking him back, Tom Waters of Balti- through the heart of the mountains. The more leading his horse, while Fred Pitts afternoon of October 27th, found us and myself, one on either side of him, some six miles from our destination. went back about 100 yards, when Pitts Here we got our supper and rested till and myself left him in charge of Wat- dark, when with injunctions of strict ers and some men from the ambulance silence, and to muzzle our canteens to corps and returned to our position at the prevent their jingling, we resumed our fence, as it was of the greatest impor- march, flanked the enemy's pickets, and tance to hold this position to prevent took a position on the river bank, less him from being captured. This we did than a mile distant from the town, until General Stuart had been removed where we lay on our arms, intending to from the field, when our regiment slow- attack at dawn, while the enemy still ly retreated. When Pitts and myself slept. Despite our precautions, the enleft him, the General was still sitting emy apprised of our approach, had on his horse. When he was wounded posted a chain guard (connecting senhe was near the center of Company K, tinels) over a half mile from their with no other troops near him. He took camp, and nearly an hour before dawn neither a courier nor any member of his their bugle sounded “Reville." staff with him. Who took him off his

We sprang to our feet at the sound, horse, I do not know.

and formed in line. Undaunted at the J. R. OLIVER.

miscarriage of his plans, and though 235 W. Preston St., Baltimore.

outnumbered nearly three to one (hav

ing lost a hundred men by straggling Captured and court-Martialed the previous night), our intrepid leader The writer, a Virginian, a youth of determined on an intsant attack, and nineteen, had already seen three and a

passed the order down the line, "Forhalf years of active service in the Con- ward." federate army, when early in November,

We had advanced but a few hundred 1864, he joined a foolhardy expedition yards when “Who comes there? Halt !" of 380 men to capture the town of Bev- Bang! Bang! greeted us. erly, in Randolph county, West Virgin- "Charge boys," shouted Hill, and the ia, held by an Ohio cavalry regiment “rebel yell” awoke the echoes of the (the Eighth, I understood) 800 strong. mountains as we dashed up the river

Our command (called in army par- bank, and swept at double quick on lance a “Q” Battalion, viz: men from their line, they firing on us by our "yell” different companies and different regi- and we on them by the flash of their ments of General John D. Imboden's carbines. As we neared their line they brigade, recently ordered to Highland broke and retreated to their quarters, county to recruit our horses, broken one-story log huts built on a hollow down in Early's raid on Washington square. We cut off and captured sevCity, and the active campaign in the eral hundred prisoners, who subsequentShenandoah valley, lately ended), was ly escaped, as we could spare few men led by Captain Hill, of the Sixty-second to guard them. Virginia, a young West Virginia moun- We thought "the red field won," and taineer of reckless daring.

pressed on to their quarters, yelling “surrender, surrender,” and many of ginia relative through the lines) some our men fell dead at the dors of the va- gray cloth which I had made into a rious cabins, shot dead by the inmates uniform resembling (as I subsequently who could distinguish their forms in learned) those worn by "Jesse Scouts," the dim light, while within all was dark Federal soldiers, thus clad, to pass more as Erebus. After discharging our mus- readily as “Rebs” within our lines. kets, at close range, we clubbed them When I was brought into camp, one and battled hand to hand. Captain

Captain of the “Yanks” remarked: “Johnny, Hill, Lieutenant Gamble, and every of. you look very much like a fellow that ficer in command went down in the used to scout for General Averill." "shock of battle," and dawn now reveal. Deeming it only a casual remark I reing the paucity of our numbers, the. plied simply, “Do I?” and gave no furenemy rallied, and attacked us with re- ther heed to the matter. newed fury. Without leaders, and scat- About three o'clock that afternoon I tered in this pell-mell fight in the dark, was summoned and escorted by two our men were driven back and began to guards before a drumhead court marretreat in all directions.

tial composed of five regimental offiHad I realized that we were whipped cers (the other officers being present as (a most difficult task for a volunteer to amici curiae") held in a large room on learn) I could have mounted eight or the first floor of one of the town dyellten men (as the enemy's horses stood in ings, used as army headquarters by the the stables near by, fully equipped), Colonel commanding, and charged with captured their pickets and made my es- desertion and joining the enemy, concape; but I attempted in vain to rally viction for which meant death. our men, until I found myself nearly

I had braved the "grim monster” on alone, when I retreated, waded the river many fields, but, amid "the rapture of (holding my gun and cartridge box

the fight,” when not altogether oblivabove my head, as the water came up ious of his presence, his visage was not to my neck) and succeeded in reaching unfriendly, but now, at the thought of a wooded swamp nearby, with five of being led out and shot "like a dog" on a my comrades, where we were soon sur- false accusation, death inspired disgust rounded, and forced to surrender to a rather than terror. Friendless and exscouting party sent out to cut off our

hausted, by the long tramp through the retreat to the mountains.

mountains, the charge and fight of the Ninety of us, picked up in small early morn, I sank into a chair and squads, were captured and huddled to gazed at the stern faces about me; no gether in what had once been on old pity in their eyes, not even in those of a frame church, now utilized as a guard young lieutenant whom I had captured house. The stone foundations four feet that morning, and to whom I had given high, with the upright beams support- a blanket (picked up on the field) reing the roof, still stood, but the sides, marking that "it would be very cold goflooring and other woodwork had been ing back through the mountains and ripped off, and devoted to campfire du- that he would need it.” ty. With its floor of earth and open When he came into the room I said sides, it afforded little protection from pleasantly, "Lieutenant, they have me the wintry blasts that swept from the on very serious charges." He replied surrounding mountains.

coldly, "Well I guess they are true." I My loved mother (peace to her ashes) said no more. The court was rapped to had sent me from Philadelphia, Pa., order; silence reigned and the judge(made into a skirt and worn by a Vir- advocate proceeded to read the “charg

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