UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.I, David E. Johnston, of the County of Giles and State of Va., do solemnly swear that I will support, protect and defend the Constitution and Government of the United States against all enemies, whether domestic or foreign; that I will bear true faith, allegiance and loyalty to the same, any ordinance, resolution, or laws of any state, convention or legislature to the contrary notwithstanding; and further, that I will faithfully perform all the duties which may be required of me by the laws of the United States; and that I take this oath freely and voluntarily without any mental reservation or evasion whatever.(Signed) D. E. JOHNSTON.Subscribed and sworn to before me this 28th day of June, A.D. 1865.(Signed) A. C. BRADY,Maj. and Provost Marshal.The above named has fair complexion, brown hair and hazel eyes, and is 5 feet 9½ inches high.CERTIFICATE OF RELEASE OF PRISONER OF WAR.Headquarters, Point Lookout, Md.Provost Marshal's Office, June 28, 1865.I hereby certify that David E. Johnston, prisoner of war, having this day taken the Oath of Allegiance to the United States, is, in conformity with instructions from the War Department, hereby released and discharged. In Witness Whereof I hereunto affix my official signature and stamp.(Signed) A. C. BRADY,Maj. and Provost Marshal.A. C. BRADY,June 28, 1865.Maj. and Provost Marshal.
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.
I, David E. Johnston, of the County of Giles and State of Va., do solemnly swear that I will support, protect and defend the Constitution and Government of the United States against all enemies, whether domestic or foreign; that I will bear true faith, allegiance and loyalty to the same, any ordinance, resolution, or laws of any state, convention or legislature to the contrary notwithstanding; and further, that I will faithfully perform all the duties which may be required of me by the laws of the United States; and that I take this oath freely and voluntarily without any mental reservation or evasion whatever.
(Signed) D. E. JOHNSTON.
Subscribed and sworn to before me this 28th day of June, A.D. 1865.
(Signed) A. C. BRADY,Maj. and Provost Marshal.
The above named has fair complexion, brown hair and hazel eyes, and is 5 feet 9½ inches high.
CERTIFICATE OF RELEASE OF PRISONER OF WAR.
Headquarters, Point Lookout, Md.
Provost Marshal's Office, June 28, 1865.
I hereby certify that David E. Johnston, prisoner of war, having this day taken the Oath of Allegiance to the United States, is, in conformity with instructions from the War Department, hereby released and discharged. In Witness Whereof I hereunto affix my official signature and stamp.
(Signed) A. C. BRADY,Maj. and Provost Marshal.
A. C. BRADY,June 28, 1865.Maj. and Provost Marshal.
The reader may be interested to know that I have grown a full inch in height and gained more than 80 pounds in weight.
Steamers were at the wharf and as soon as it was known that a sufficient number of those whose destination was Richmond were discharged to load the vessel, we went aboard, landing at Richmond the evening of June 29, and walked up on to the streets, which for the most part were deserted, the city in ruins.
This was Richmond, on the majestic James—the proudest city of Virginia, for whose capture great armies had contended for nearly four years; not only the capital of Virginia, but of the Confederacy, doing more for the Confederate soldier than any other place in the South. Her people were intelligent and high minded and patriotic. I had seen her in her power and glory, but now in the ashes of her destruction, poverty and humiliation. I have since seen her in her opulence and more than her former greatness and glory.
On landing we found ourselves among a people as poor and destitute as we. With no money, no food, no place to stay, traveling without scrip or purse, we finally made our way to old Chimborazo Hospital, where we slept that night on the grass in the yard. The next morning early we made our way to the Danville depot, where a crowd of several hundred ex-Confederate soldiers were congregated, trying to get some kind of transportation home. An old, broken down engine was found by some one in the shop and some box cars in the yard, which were cobbled on, making up a train sufficient, by close packing inside the boxes and on top, to bear the crowd away. I, with others, concluded to try the top of a box car, as we would have more room and plenty of air, but the car, being covered with metal, the heat up there from both the sun and the metal on the car made it no very comfortable place. The engine, too cranky to do much pulling, stuck on the first grade, but after much labor it started again, making slow progress. Late in the evening we had a severe electric storm, accompanied by a heavy downpour of rain, giving those on the boxes a thorough drenching. Those of us going to Lynchburg left the train at Burkeville to make Farmville, which we did in time to catch another train of box cars which carried us to within six miles of Lynchburg, where we boarded a packet boat, getting into Lynchburg late in the evening. There we found quarters in a building called the "Soldiers' Home." We had little to eat that night, but more the next day, Sunday, having to remain over till Monday morning for a train that would carry us westward over the Virginia and Tennessee Railroad. Leaving on Monday morning, we reached Big Spring at the foot of the Alleghanies, where the railroad was again broken. By this time our numbers had been reduced to three—Leonard, of Carroll; Sam Lucas, of Giles, and the writer. We now trudged along afoot till we passed through Alleghany tunnel, where Lucas left us, turning to the right for his home. Leonard and I tramped on, dark overtaking us at Christiansburg depot, where, hungry and worn out, we sought the shades of a friendly oak and, with nothing to eat, lay down and went to sleep.
Our tramp was resumed early on Tuesday, July 4. After a mile or so, finding ourselves growing weaker and our hunger increasing, we then for the first time decided to beg, and succeeded in getting some bread and our canteens filled with milk, which we finished on the spot. Moving on, we crossed New River, on the partially destroyed railroad bridge, beyond which a mile or so we received another supply of milk. On reaching Dublin, my comrade and friend, Leonard, bidding me goodbye, took the left hand and I the right. I was now heading directly for home, and after walking about two and a half miles, it being about 2 P.M., I decided to sit down and rest. I propped myself against a small oak sapling by the roadside, and when I awoke the sun was behind the western mountains. Eight miles further on I reached the home of Mr. Thomas Shannon, who kindly took me in, fed me and gave me a bed. About 3 P.M. on the next day, Wednesday, July 5, 1865, four years, one month and twelve days from the day on which I had left for the war, I reached home—satisfied with my experience, with no more desire for war, yet proud of my record as a Confederate soldier, as I am to this day; with no apologies to make to anyone, as I, in common with my fellow soldiers, repudiate as unsound and baseless any charge of rebellion or treason in the war. We had resorted to the revolutionary right to establish separate government vouchsafed to us in the Declaration of Independence. I did not fight to destroy the government of the United States, nor for the perpetuation of the institution of slavery, for which I cared nothing, but did fight for four years of my young manhood for a principle I knew to be right. Had such not been true, I would not have risked my life, my all, therefor, nor have been a Virginia Confederate soldier.
I doubt not, had the South at any time during the contest agreed to return to the Union, that the Federal soldier would have thrown down his musket and gone home, for he was not fighting for the destruction of slavery, but for the preservation and restoration of the Union. I attach no blame to the brave Union soldier. He was as sincere and conscientious in the fight he made as was I in the one I made. We were both right from our respective viewpoints. With charity for all and malice towards none, this narrative is closed.
The war was now ended, the issues involved settled and closed, so far as they could be by the sword. The Federal government had stood the test, proved itself too strong for the allied seceded states, overthrown their separate government, maintained by a separate people for four years, and established the fact that no state could secede or leave the Union unless by revolution and force of arms strong enough to defy and successfully resist the power of the general government. Slavery was abolished and could not exist among the American people. To accomplish these two things had cost thousands of lives, anguish, blood and billions of treasure.
With the close of the war the survivors of Company D who were either at home or in hospital when the war ended, or who had gotten home from the surrender at Appomattox, or had been released from military prisons, accepted the result of the conflict in good faith and again entered the pursuits of civil life. As they had been gallant soldiers, they became law-abiding, upright and worthy citizens. Numbers of the company had perished on the battlefield, in hospitals and in prison. Some were buried on the field where they fell, with no monument or slab to mark their last resting place, yet they died for a cause the justness of which they never for a moment doubted. The survivors lived to see their efforts for separate government defeated, the principles and the righteousness of the cause not lost, but the struggle to establish and maintain the same had failed. This failure is, however, no argument against the justness and right of the cause. No braver, nobler company of men had part in the contest than the company of which I write. Theirs was a sacrifice for liberty not to be gained and a struggle in which all was lost save honor and manhood.
Now (1914), nearly fifty years have passed since the close of the mighty conflict, and there remain alive of those brave men who stood on the firing line, baring their bosoms to the storm, but few, eighteen, so far as I know or can ascertain, and whose names are as follows: A. L. Fry, J. T. Frazier, John A. Hale, B. L. Hoge, James J. Hurt, David E. Johnston, —— Lewy, N. J. Morris, Thomas N. Mustain, A. C. Pack, William D. Peters, John W. Sarver, Alexander Skeens, Joseph Skeens, W. H. H. Snidow, Thomas J. Stafford, Gordon L. Wilburn and Jesse B. Young.
In what is said herein in praise of the honor and glory won in war and peace by the Confederate soldier, particularly of those of the Army of Northern Virginia, with which I served throughout the four years' struggle, I do not for one moment mean or intend to detract from the laurels won by the heroic Union soldier, who stood in the firing line, faithfully discharging his duty; for he, as well as we, was contending for principles regarded sacred and for which we had risked our lives, and in which struggle one or the other of the combatants must yield. All were American soldiers, and the glory and honor won by each is the common heritage of the American people, not to be obscured or clouded by the questions about which we differed. Each struggled to maintain the right as God gave him to see the right.
We often talked along the skirmish lines with Union soldiers and they invariably and vehemently denied that they were fighting to abolish or destroy slavery. Particularly was this true of those from the Northwestern states. In opposition to our claim or contention that we were fighting for independence—separate government—they insisted that they were fighting for the Union, a common, undivided country; did not want to see the country broken up by division; and I feel fairly safe in stating that this feeling and sentiment largely dominated the great majority of the Union soldiers. I recall one or more conversations with Union soldiers along the lines on the above subject, in which they told me that if they believed they were fighting to free the slaves they would quit the army and go home.
The Confederate soldier, as I have already said, accepted in good faith the result of the war, bore no malice toward those whom he had fought face to face, knowing:
"Malice is a wrinkled hag, hell-born;Her heart is hate, her soul is scorn.Blinded with blood, she cannot seeTo do any deed of charity."
"Malice is a wrinkled hag, hell-born;Her heart is hate, her soul is scorn.Blinded with blood, she cannot seeTo do any deed of charity."
"Malice is a wrinkled hag, hell-born;Her heart is hate, her soul is scorn.Blinded with blood, she cannot seeTo do any deed of charity."
"Malice is a wrinkled hag, hell-born;
Her heart is hate, her soul is scorn.
Blinded with blood, she cannot see
To do any deed of charity."
And again remembering the thought expressed in the lines:
"You cannot tame the tiger,You dare not kill the dove;But every gate you bar with hateWill open wide to love."
"You cannot tame the tiger,You dare not kill the dove;But every gate you bar with hateWill open wide to love."
"You cannot tame the tiger,You dare not kill the dove;But every gate you bar with hateWill open wide to love."
"You cannot tame the tiger,
You dare not kill the dove;
But every gate you bar with hate
Will open wide to love."
No such army ever trod this earth as the Army of Northern Virginia, composed of the best body of fighting men that ever shouldered a musket. President Roosevelt said of them: "The world has never seen better soldiers than those who followed Lee."
The Federal General Hooker—"Fighting Joe," as he was aptly called by his soldiers, in his testimony before the committee of Congress on the conduct of the war, in speaking of the Army of Northern Virginia, among other things said: "That army had by discipline alone a character for steadiness and efficiency unsurpassed, in my judgment, in ancient or modern times. We have not been able to rival it."
Colonel David F. Pugh, a gallant Federal soldier, and a late commander of the Grand Army of the Republic, in an address delivered by him at the unveiling of the Confederate monument at Camp Chase, Ohio, June 7, 1902, said: "All the bitterness has gone out of my heart, and in spite of a Confederate bullet in my body, I do not hesitate to acknowledge that their valor is part of the common heritage of the whole country. We can never challenge the fame of those men whose skill and valor made them the idols of the Confederate army. The fame of Lee, Jackson, the Johnstons, Gordon, Longstreet, the Hills, Hood and Stuart and many thousands of non-commissioned officers and private soldiers of the Confederate armies, whose names are not mentioned on historic pages, can never be tarnished by the carping criticisms of the narrow and shallow minded."
If this be the estimate of a Northern president and of a leading general of our adversaries, who at one time commanded the gallant Army of the Potomac, and of the other brave Federal soldier whom I have quoted, what shall we in truth say for ourselves?
Lieutenant-General Early, among the bravest and best soldiers in the Army of Northern Virginia, and who fought nearly a hundred battles and skirmishes, hence competent to speak on the subject, in his Memoirs says: "I believe the world has never produced a body of men superior in courage, patriotism and endurance to the private soldiers of the Confederate armies. I have repeatedly, seen these soldiers submit with cheerfulness to privations and hardships which would appear to be almost incredible; and the wild cheers of our brave men, when their lines sent back opposing hosts of Federal troops, staggering, reeling and flying, have often thrilled every fiber in my heart. I have seen with my own eyes ragged, barefooted and hungry Confederate soldiers perform deeds which, if performed in days of yore by mailed warriors in glittering armor, would have inspired the harp of the minstrel and the pen of the poet."
But arguing the nobility of the Confederate soldier is like arguing the brightness of the sun at noonday. The Confederate soldier was truly an American, for his people in the South were the truest type of Americans in the land, having very little foreign population among them. Again, this Confederate soldier was born and reared a gentleman, was so by instinct. He was not a mercenary; he was neither for conquest nor aggression, but stood purely for self-defense. He believed in his inmost soul that no people had juster cause, higher aspirations, or made braver or nobler resolves for cause, country, families, homes and firesides. I turn to ask, who were these Confederate soldiers? They were principally country folks, farmers, mechanics, school boys, as stated; native born Americans, descendants of Revolutionary patriots, by no means all slave owners; thousands never owned slaves, and many were opposed to the institution. The Confederate soldier was always impatient of military restraint, feeling himself the equal of and as good as any man, and not inferior to his superior in rank; in battle, as a rule, his own general; his individuality and self-reliance, among his noted characteristics, were the crowning glory of his actions, and this self-reliance taught him when it was wise and prudent to fight, and when it was the better part of valor to decline. On the battlefield he was at his best; "his clothes might be ragged, but his musket and saber were bright. His haversack empty, but he kept his cartridge box filled. Often his feet were bare, blistered and bleeding; occasionally he might straggle on the march, but was up when the battle was on."
Barefoot, ragged, without food, no pay and nothing to buy if he had money, he marched further, laughed louder, making the welkin ring with his rebel yell; endured more genuine suffering, hardship and fatigue, fought more bravely, complained and fretted less, than any soldier who marched beneath the banners of Napoleon. His nerve was steady and his aim was sure, and his powers of endurance and resistance unmeasured. This same Confederate soldier fought and hoped and hoped and fought:
"Sometimes he won, then hopes were high;Again he lost, but it would not die;And so to the end he followed and fought,With love and devotion, which could not be bought."
"Sometimes he won, then hopes were high;Again he lost, but it would not die;And so to the end he followed and fought,With love and devotion, which could not be bought."
"Sometimes he won, then hopes were high;Again he lost, but it would not die;And so to the end he followed and fought,With love and devotion, which could not be bought."
"Sometimes he won, then hopes were high;
Again he lost, but it would not die;
And so to the end he followed and fought,
With love and devotion, which could not be bought."
Though his ears were often greeted with the cries of woe and distress of those at home (enough to break his heart), his ardor chilled not; he had a never faltering courage; his spirit remained unbroken, his convictions never yielded. In the darkest hour of our peril, in the midst of dark and lowering clouds, with scarcely the glimmer of a star of apparent hope, he still stood firm and grasped his musket with a tighter grip. Following is the description given of this soldier by another:
"Look at the picture of this soldier as he stood in the iron and leaden hail, with his old, worn out slouch hat, his bright eyes glistening with excitement, powder-begrimed face, rent and ragged clothing, with the prints of his bare feet in the dust of the battle, a genuine tatterdemalion, fighting bravely, with no hope of reward, promotion or pay, with little to eat and that often cornbread and sorghum molasses. If he stopped a Yankee bullet and was thereby killed, he was buried on the field and forgotten, except by comrades or a loving old mother at home."
"In the solemn shades of the wood that sweptThe field where his comrades found him,They buried him there—and the big tears creptInto strong men's eyes that had seldom wept.His mother—God pity her!—smiled and slept,Dreaming her arms were around him."
"In the solemn shades of the wood that sweptThe field where his comrades found him,They buried him there—and the big tears creptInto strong men's eyes that had seldom wept.His mother—God pity her!—smiled and slept,Dreaming her arms were around him."
"In the solemn shades of the wood that sweptThe field where his comrades found him,They buried him there—and the big tears creptInto strong men's eyes that had seldom wept.His mother—God pity her!—smiled and slept,Dreaming her arms were around him."
"In the solemn shades of the wood that swept
The field where his comrades found him,
They buried him there—and the big tears crept
Into strong men's eyes that had seldom wept.
His mother—God pity her!—smiled and slept,
Dreaming her arms were around him."
In modern times there has never been such valor and heroism displayed as in our Civil War, never such soldiers as the Union and Confederate, and certainly never such as the Confederate soldiers, and it would be nothing to their credit to have achieved victories over less valorous foes than the Union soldiers, and no credit to the Union soldiers that they overwhelmed men of less bravery. The individuality of the Confederate soldier was never lost, and this with his self-possession and intelligent thought made him well nigh invincible. The Army of Northern Virginia as a whole was never driven from a battlefield, although confronted by as good soldiers as were on the continent. No danger could appall these men of Lee, no peril awe, no hardships dismay, no numbers intimidate. To them duty was an inspiration. They had devastated no fields, desecrated no temples and plundered no people, always respecting woman, and feared no man. The record of these soldiers since the war is clean, their names a stranger to criminal records; few, if any, who followed Lee have been behind the bars of a jail. He was their great exemplar. Thousands of these non-commissioned officers and private soldiers, after the first year of the war, were fitted not only to command regiments, but could well have filled much higher military positions.
Great soldiers were Lee, Johnston, Jackson, Longstreet, Hills, Pickett, Stuart and others, but who made them great? No generals ever had such soldiers. It was these Confederates in the ranks that made the names of their generals immortal. Who would have ever heard of them, or of General Grant, but for the Confederate soldier?
What this Confederate soldier has been to the South since the war cannot be measured or stated. Shortly after the close of the conflict and he had reached his home, if he had one left, his troubles were not over. He was confronted with the aftermath—the carpet-bagger and the scallawag, as well as by military-enforced reconstruction, the blackest spot on the page of American history. Well we might and did forgive the wrongs of war, but how were we to overlook and forget the outrageous and shameful things done in the name of restoration of civil government, by the carpetbagger, Northern political pest and pirate—the Southern scallawag, the low, mean, unworthy Southern white man, thrown to the surface by the revolution, but, like all dirt and filth, to go to the bottom and sink in the mud when the flood had subsided.
Serious and grave as these questions were, which sorely tried the Confederate soldier's courage, patience and forbearance, as they had been tested in war, he met them bravely, firmly and by his indomitable spirit directed and controlled them. His broad, keen, intelligent knowledge of men and things finally carried him through the trying ordeal, and crowned his labors with stable governments for the states of his Southland, the most American conservative portion of the republic, made so largely by the brain, brawn, energy and industry of the Confederate soldier, who has been the leader, promoter and architect of her industrial and political fortunes, the idol of her people, her representative in the every fiber and thought of her existence and governments. He has raised her from her ashes and poverty into a veritable garden and to industrial and political power. The last roll call will shortly be sounded, his sun will soon set—what a hero! What an object of interest, will be the last surviving soldier of the Confederacy (I crave to be the one!), the only and last representative of that government of which the great English scholar and poet, Professor Worsely, has written:
"No nation ever rose so white and fair,Or fell so free of crime."
"No nation ever rose so white and fair,Or fell so free of crime."
"No nation ever rose so white and fair,Or fell so free of crime."
"No nation ever rose so white and fair,
Or fell so free of crime."
RANK, WOUNDS, DEATHS, DISCHARGES, ETC.
No. 1. James H. French, captain first year of war; led the company in battles of Bull Run and First Manassas.
No. 2. Eustace Gibson, first lieutenant first year of war; in battles Bull Run and First Manassas. Brave soldier.
No. 3. W. A. Anderson, second lieutenant first year.
No. 4. Joel Blackard, second junior lieutenant first year; elected captain at reorganization, April, 1862; in battles of Bull Run, First Manassas, Williamsburg, Seven Pines, Cold Harbor; killed in Battle of Frazier's Farm, June 30, 1862.
No. 5. R. H. Bane, sergeant; elected first lieutenant at reorganization, April, 1862; promoted captain on death of Blackard; wounded at First Battle of Manassas; led the company for the remainder of the war; died since the war.
No. 6. John W. Mullins, second sergeant; promoted to first sergeant; elected second lieutenant at reorganization, April, 1862; wounded at Second Battle of Manassas and Howlett House, dying of wound received at last named place.
No. 7. Elisha M. Stone, corporal; elected third lieutenant at reorganization, April, 1862; wounded in battles of Williamsburg and Gettysburg; captured at last named battle; remained a prisoner to close of the war; led Company E, 7th regiment, in Battle of Gettysburg.
No. 8. Elijah R. Walker, elected second junior lieutenant in 1862; promoted to second lieutenant on death of Mullins; wounded in battles of Seven Pines and Gettysburg; disabled for service in last named battle, and retired in April, 1864.
No. 9. Thomas S. Taylor, first sergeant; elected second lieutenant, November 25, 1864; slightly wounded at Gettysburg; captured at Battle of Sailor's Creek.
No. 10. A. C. Pack, first sergeant; in battles of Bull Run and First Manassas; discharged on account of disability in Fall of 1861.
No. 11. B. P. Watts, elected second sergeant, but on account of ill health not mustered into service.
No. 12. J. C. Hughes, elected third sergeant in April, 1861; in prison at close of war.
No. 13. William D. Peters, fourth sergeant in April, 1861; third sergeant at reorganization; severely wounded at Battle of Five Forks, April 1, 1865.
No. 14. Hamilton J. Hale, fifth sergeant; died at Culpeper, October, 1861.
No. 15. A. L. Fry, first sergeant; wounded at First Battle of Manassas; captured at Warrenton, September, 1862; slightly wounded at Battle of Plymouth, N.C., April, 1864; captured at Battle of Sailor's Creek, April, 1865; a prisoner at Point Lookout at close of the war.
No. 16. W. H. H. Snidow, second sergeant; in Confederate prison at close of the war.
No. 17. Joseph C. Shannon, fourth sergeant; slightly wounded at Battle of Frazier's Farm; captured at Battle of Sailor's Creek; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 18. David E. Johnston, fourth sergeant; slightly wounded at Battle of Williamsburg; appointed sergeant-major 7th Virginia Regiment, December 10, 1862; severely wounded at Battle of Gettysburg, July 3, 1863; left on the field and captured; also captured at Battle of Sailor's Creek, April 6, 1865; a prisoner at Point Lookout at end of the war.
No. 19. T. N. Mustain, second corporal; transferred 1862 to 57th Virginia Infantry.
No. 20. John W. Hight, fourth corporal; wounded at battles of Seven Pines and Second Manassas; captured at Gettysburg on third day's battle; deserted.
No. 21. A. J. Thompson, first corporal; wounded at Battle of Williamsburg; in prison at close of war. No better soldier.
No. 22. Daniel Bish, second corporal; wounded at Battle of Frazier's Farm; killed at Battle of Gettysburg, third day.
No. 23. George C. Mullins, third corporal; captured at Battle of Five Forks; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 24. Jesse B. Young, fourth corporal; temporary regimental ensign; wounded at battles of Frazier's Farm and Gettysburg and captured; again wounded in Battle at Clay's House. A brave and valiant soldier.
No. 25. Edward Z. Yager, first sergeant in 1864; wounded in Battle of Williamsburg; captured at Sailor's Creek; prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 26. David C. Akers, wounded at Battle of Frazier's Farm; killed in Battle of Gettysburg.
No. 27. George W. Akers, died in 1862.
No. 28. W. R. Albert, discharged in 1862.
No. 29. Allen M. Bane, transferred from 4th Virginia regiment in exchange for John H. Martin, of Company D; wounded in Battle of Williamsburg; captured at Battle of Frazier's Farm; transferred to 1st Kentucky battalion of cavalry.
No. 30. Alexander Bolton, cook and member of ambulance corps; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 31. Joseph E. Bane, killed at First Battle of Manassas.
No. 32. Jesse Barrett, killed at Battle of Gettysburg, third day.
No. 33. Travis Burton, wounded at Battle of Seven Pines; transferred.
No. 34. W. H. Carr, wounded at Second Battle of Manassas; retired.
No. 35. James M. Collins, detailed as blacksmith.
No. 36. John R. Crawford, slightly wounded at Battle of Boonsboro Gap; captured in Battle of Five Forks; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 37. William Crawford, over age; discharged.
No. 38. James B. Croy, on special service; captured and held a prisoner until near end of war.
No. 39. James Cole, killed at Battle of Boonsboro Gap.
No. 40. T. P. Darr, wounded and taken prisoner at Battle of Frazier's Farm; captured at Battle of Sailor's Creek; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 41. John S. Dudley, wounded in Second Battle of Manassas; also at Sharpsburg, and captured; slightly wounded at Dreury's Bluff; captured at Five Forks; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 42. M. J. Dulaney, died June, 1862.
No. 43. D. R. Dulaney, transferred to Virginia Reserves.
No. 44. W. H. Douthat, discharged in 1862.
No. 45. Thomas Davenport, deserted in Spring, 1862.
No. 46. David Davis, discharged in 1862.
No. 47. Elbert S. Eaton, wounded in Second Battle of Manassas; captured in Battle of Sailor's Creek; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 48. Elisha D. East, whipped out of service.
No. 49. John W. East, wounded in battles of Williamsburg, Plymouth, N.C., and Dreury's Bluff; deserted in 1864.
No. 50. Joseph A. Eggleston, died in 1862 of wounds received in battle of Frazier's Farm.
No. 51. James H. Eggleston, died of disease, June, 1862.
No. 52. John S. W. French, deserted at Suffolk, Va., May, 1863.
No. 53. F. H. Farley, wounded in second battle of Manassas; deserted in 1864.
No. 54. William C. Fortner, wounded in battle of second Manassas; also at Gettysburg, where he was captured.
No. 55. James H. Fortner, wounded in second battle of Manassas and Gettysburg; left on the field and captured.
No. 56. J. Tyler Frazier; slightly wounded in second battle of Manassas; captured on retreat from Petersburg, 1865.
No. 57. William Frazier, died October, 1861.
No. 58. Creed D. Frazier, discharged in fall 1861.
No. 59. W. A. French, in battles of Bull Run and first Manassas; discharged July, 1861.
No. 60. Andrew J. French, discharged in fall of 1861.
No. 61. James H. Gardner, slightly wounded in battle of Bull Run, July 18, 1861; deserted May, 1863.
No. 62. Francis M. Gordon, wounded in battle of Frazier's Farm; captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 63. Andrew J. Grigsby, promoted to Major 27th Virginia regiment.
No. 64. Charles A. Hale, surrendered at Appomattox.
No. 65. John A. Hale, wounded in battles of Williamsburg and Five Forks.
No. 66. John D. Hare, died November 23, 1861.
No. 67. Isaac Hare, slightly wounded in battle of Bull Run, and severely wounded in battle of Williamsburg; transferred.
No. 68. John R. Henderson, died October, 1861.
No. 69. James B. Henderson, captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; in prison at Point Lookout.
No. 70. B. L. Hoge, at home sick at close of the war.
No. 71. James Hughes, discharged, died in 1861.
No. 72. James J. Hurt, wounded in battle of Gettysburg; captured at Sailor's Creek, and prisoner at end of the war.
No. 73. George W. Hurt, detached as teamster.
No. 74. John F. Jones, wounded in battle of Gettysburg; leg amputated; discharged.
No. 75. George Johnston, discharged.
No. 76. Manilius S. Johnston, wounded in first battle of Manassas; discharged.
No. 77. George Knoll, wounded in battles of Williamsburg and Boonsboro; captured at last named battle.
No. 78. Charles N. J. Lee, wounded in first battle of Manassas; discharged.
No. 79. Henry Lewey, wounded in first battle of Manassas; surrendered at Appomattox.
No. 80. Joseph Lewey, wounded at battle of Seven Pines; surrendered at Appomattox.
No. 81. W. H. Layton, deserted, February, 1862.
No. 82. James Lindsey, discharged, 1861.
No. 83. P. H. Lefler, discharged in 1862.
No. 84. Anderson Meadows, wounded in battle of Williamsburg; captured at Sailor's Creek; prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 85. John Meadows, wounded in battles of Williamsburg and Gettysburg; died in 1864.
No. 86. Ballard P. Meadows, died June 18, 1862, of wounds received in battle of Frazier's Farm.
No. 87. N. J. Morris, discharged in 1862.
No. 88. George A. Minnich, wounded in battle of Frazier's Farm; captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 89. Christian Minnich, captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 90. John H. Minnich, discharged in 1861.
No. 91. A. D. Manning, killed in battle of Seven Pines.
No. 92. Raleigh Merricks, detailed as teamster.
No. 93. T. P. Mays, wounded in battle of Frazier's Farm; killed in battle of Boonsboro.
No. 94. John H. Martin, transferred in 1861 to 4th Virginia regiment in exchange for Allen M. Bane, transferred to Company D from 4th Virginia regiment.
No. 95. John Q. Martin, killed in second battle of Manassas.
No. 96. W. W. Muncey, wounded in battle of Gettysburg.
No. 97. James J. Nye, died of wounds received in second battle of Manassas.
No. 98. John Palmer, deserted in spring of 1862.
No. 99. Charles W. Peck, Second Corporal, wounded in battle of Williamsburg; died in summer of 1862.
No. 100. John W. Sarver, severely wounded in battle of Frazier's Farm; disabled and discharged.
> No. 101. Demarcus L. Sarver, wounded in battles of Williamsburg and Gettysburg; deserted.
No. 102. Josephus Suthern, wounded in battle of Frazier's Farm; captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; died in prison at Point Lookout.
No. 103. Samuel B. Shannon, wounded in battle of first Manassas; served his one year enlistment; joined 1st Kentucky battalion of cavalry.
No. 104. John P. Sublett, wounded in first battle of Manassas; killed in battle of Gettysburg.
No. 105. William T. Sublett, died October, 1861.
No. 106. Alexander Skeens, discharged in 1862.
No. 107. Joseph Skeens, discharged in 1862.
No. 108. Lewis R. Skeens, died August 6, 1862.
No. 109. A. L. Sumner, captured in battle of Five Forks; prisoner in Point Lookout.
No. 110. Thomas J. Stafford, discharged in 1862.
No. 111. William H. Stafford, killed in battle of Williamsburg.
No. 112. R. M. Stafford, captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; a prisoner in Point Lookout.
No. 113. Adam Thompson, wounded in battle of second Manassas; deserted February, 1864.
No. 114. Alonzo Thompson, died, November, 1862.
No. 115. Lee E. Vass, died August 4, 1862, of wounds received in battle of Frazier's Farm.
No. 116. W. R. C. Vass, killed in second battle of Manassas.
No. 117. Gordon L. Wilburn, wounded in second battle of Manassas; surrendered at Appomattox.
No. 118. Hugh J. Wilburn, wounded in battles of Frazier's Farm and second Manassas; deserted in May, 1863.
No. 119. William I. Wilburn, wounded in battles of Williamsburg, and second Manassas; surrendered at Appomattox.
No. 120. Lewis N. Wiley, wounded in battle of Fredericksburg; captured in battle of Sailor's Creek; a prisoner at Point Lookout.
No. 121. Isaac Young, transferred to 28th Virginia battalion.
No. 122. Thomas J. Young, deserted in February, 1862.
Total Enlistment, 122.
Memo.—Absent, sick and wounded or at home at close of war:
In concluding my reminiscences I have determined to add some statistics as to the campaigns, strength and losses of the two greatest armies of the war—the Army of Northern Virginia and the Federal Army of the Potomac. Never before in modern warfare had it fallen to the lot of two such armies to fight so many bloody battles, with neither able to obtain any decided advantage over the other. Beginning with the battles around Richmond in the spring of 1862, to the close at Appomattox, these two armies fought many battles through seven great campaigns. The Army of Northern Virginia, under General Lee, numbering at its greatest not exceeding 80,000 men, certainly greatly inferior in numbers to that opposed—badly armed, equipped and fed, fought against six most distinguished Federal commanders, to-wit:
In these campaigns the Federals lost in the aggregate about 263,000 men. The Confederate loss is not definitely known.
General Grant's casualties were about 124,390 men, and in his campaign from March 29, 1865, to April 9, 1865, his losses were 9944.
General Lee's surrender at Appomattox embraced 28,356 men, of whom only 8000 had arms, the residue being largely made up of broken down, barefoot and sick men, teamsters and attaches of the medical, ordnance, quartermaster, and commissary departments.
It may be of interest to the reader to know the number of men enrolled in the Union and the Confederate armies during the war, and the losses in killed, wounded, and prisoners held by each.
NOTE—The most of the above statistics were obtained from "Confederate Military History," edited by General Clement A. Evans, and from "The Century Book of Facts," by Ruoff.
NOTE—The most of the above statistics were obtained from "Confederate Military History," edited by General Clement A. Evans, and from "The Century Book of Facts," by Ruoff.
Transcriber's Note:Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as printed.
Transcriber's Note:
Minor typographical errors have been corrected without note.
Irregularities and inconsistencies in the text have been retained as printed.