The Richmond Republican says that after the surrender of General Lee, his son, William H.F. Lee, without loss of time, repaired to White House determined, notwithstanding the lateness of the season, to attempt to make a crop of corn. Three young men, formerly of his command, attended him. A German, an Irishman and two freedmen were subsequently added to their force. They began plowing on the 29th of April and have made a splendid crop of corn estimated at 15,000 bushels.
A Major General In The Gutter
The Kansas City Times vouched for the truth of the following:
Today there is a man going about the streets of this city, ragged, dirty and penniless, surviving on free lunches and the charities of gamblers, and has not slept in a bed in months, who, during the war, was one of the most dashing cavalry officers in the Union army, and was promoted from the rank of first lieutenant to a full brigadier general and brevet major general for brilliant exploits on the field of battle, and who for a long time had a large and important command. He has been here for two or three months under an assumed name, being ashamed to dim the brilliancy of his record in the service of his country by an exhibition of his degradation under his former honored name. He is generally very reticent, having little to do with anyone or talking little, save when "engineering" for a drink, at which he is remarkably successful. Night before last, while lying helplessly drunk in the rear part of a Third street saloon, some men thought to play a joke on him by stealing his shirt, and proceeded to strip him. Underneath his shirt, and suspended by a string around his neck, was a small canvass bag, which the men opened and found it to contain his commission as brevet major general, two congratulatory letters, one from Grant and one from President Lincoln, a photograph of a little girl, and a lock of hair - a "chestnut shadow" that doubtless one day crept over the brow of a wee loved one. When these things were discovered even the half-drunken men who found them felt a respect for the mans former greatness, and pity for his fallen condition, and quietly returned the bag and its contents to where they found them, and replaced the sleepers clothes upon him. Yesterday a News reporter tried to interview the man and endeavor to learn something of his life for the past few years, but he declined to communicate anything. He cried like a child when told how his right name and former position were ascertained, and with tears trickling down his cheeks, said: "For Gods sake, sir, dont publish my degradation or my name at least, if you are determined to say something about it. It is enough that I know myself how low I have become. Will you promise that much? It will do no good, but will do my friends a great deal of harm, as, fortunately, they think I died in South America, where I went at the close of the war." Intemperance and the gaming tables, he said, had wrought his ruin.
Battle Creek, MI - An unusual honor has been bestowed upon Dr. James H. Reed of Battle Creek who is this year to give the Memorial Day address at Climax. The doctor, an ex-Confederate, has been made an honorary member of the regiment he fought against the hardest.
During the Civil War, Dr. Reed served with the Fourteenth Mississippi participated in the battle of Thompson's Station, Tenn. which the southerners called Spring Hill. In this engagement Reed's regiment captured the Nineteenth Michigan which has now adopted him as an honorary member.
Before the war the Government tried the experiment of importing 21 camels for use of the Army as transports across the deserts of Texas, Arizona and New Mexico. For some reason the experiment was not a success. Neither the soldiers nor the Mexicans took kindly to the camel, did not understand his nature, and did not want to learn. The war came on. The camels were turned loose and forgotten, but recently two of them were seen near Phoenix, Ariz. That two of them are alive is proof that camels could be used in this country; but after all, despite their ability to make long journeys between drinks, there is hardly a place for them in our economy. A place worth while sending a caravan of camels to is worth while sending a railroad to, and a railroad is cheaper and better than a caravan.
The Wife of the Confederacy
|Mrs. Mary Sanders shown with "Best Man" Pat McLaughlin, 104.|
The “Wife of the Confederacy” is again a
bride. But not a bride of the type that would be expected of a woman of 74 years
who has been mourning for seven deceased husbands within eight years, but rather
of the 1924 flapper model, is Mrs. A.J. Fuller, inmate of the Jefferson Davis
Soldiers Home at Beauvier, Miss. Who has just bobbed her hair a la Gloria and
made her eighth trip to the alter, becoming the wife of a Confederate veteran 96
years old. The wedding of “Sunshine” and “Rose” as the aged matrimonial
adventurers are known, was “the social event” of the season in this popular
resorts area on the Mississippi gulf coast. The ceremony was performed at the
soldiers home before a throng that included prominent persons from all over the
country. The Rev. Abner Walker, Confederate veteran, performed the ceremony,
while Pat McLaughlin, 104, oldest inmate of the home was best man. A Chicago
jazz orchestra, in Biloxi for the season, furnished music for the occasion, and
W.M. Lampton, millionaire philanthropist, furnished an automobile for the
couple’s honeymoon tour of the Mississippi coast. Mrs. Fuller, who before her
marriage was Mrs. Mary Sanders, came to the soldier’s home with her first
husband about ten years ago and has been a constant resident since. Since her
arrival, seven times she has donned mourning, and seven times she has laid aside
the black to wear the bridal gown. Intervals between the death of one husband
and the marrying of the next have been short, sometimes only a few months. “All
of my husbands have been Confederate veterans and they have all been very good
to me” says Mrs. Fuller, who claims the record of having been the wife of more
war veterans than any other woman. “I am young yet and expect to live many
years” says the blushing bride with a glow in her cheeks that would make most
modern girls envious. “My husband is hale and hearty, but should he answer the
roll call before me, well, who knows, I might take my ninth mate”. “You see I am
in love with all of the ‘boys’, they are such lovable men and so kind and
thoughtful of me.” “I am just in my prime” declares the bridegroom. “I can hold
my own against any of the ‘jelly beans’ that come down here for the summer and
these ‘sheiks’ in the home, well I certainly beat Mary’s other fellers while
they were up in Memphis at the reunion.”
Veteran Maintains Guard Over Grant's First Camp Site
Springfield, Ill. - Eight miles west of Springfield on the highway to Jacksonville, Israel F. Pearce, patriarch, veteran of Grant's army and participant in Sherm,an's march to the sea lives in solitude on the land where General Grant pitched camp on his first day's march into the Civil War.
Pearce, the only man now living out of the entire regiment which went into encampment on this spot of ground the night of July 3, 1861, maintains a guard over the old camp ground and over "General Grant's Tree", a large peculiarly shaped black walnut tree under which Grant wrote his orders.
Every morning at sunrise the tattered old flag belonging to Pearce is raised from a 10-foot flagpole near his house and every evening at sundown the flag is lowered.
Pearce acts as a guardian for the for this historic spot and is glad to relate its history to passing tourists, although the historical connection is known to few people and no mark, save the veteran's flag, are to be seen on the land.
"General Grant's Tree", some three feet in diameter, stands near the house. Here, Pearce tells tourists, he saw Grant, sitting astride a peculiar limb growth, near the ground, writing out the first day's orders. Grant's tent was pitched a few feet from the tree and he once addressed the regiment from a spot near where the tall flagpole now stands.
"The first day's march of the regiment, the 21st Illinios Infantry, was started from Camp Yates, in this city, about 11 a.m. and the first camp site was reached about 5 p.m." Pearce relates.
"The regiment was halted in columns of companies in the woods, arms were stacked and when wagon trains came into camp each company unloaded its wagon, arranged the tents by opening and spreading them on the ground, and at one sound of the drum the tents were raised, at two sounds ropes were stretched, and at the third sound the stakes were driven and the regiment was under canvas in its first tented field."
"The first day's march of the regiment attended with hardships and there were stragglers and absentees. The punishment given was extra guard duty both for officers and men. The men made camp fires and cooked their first meal in camp at this time."
"During the first evening officer's call was sounded and Grant, then Colonel Grant, talked to the men emphasizing the absolute necessity of enforcing respect for the inhabitants of the country through which the regiment was passing. The captains of the companies were made personally responsible for the acts of the men."
Pearce was quartered both at Fort Henry and Fort Donelson, and on July 3, 1863, marched into Vicksburg with Grant and his army just two years after the regiment left its first camp near the walnut tree. From Vicksburg, Pearce went with Sherman on his march to the sea through the Carolinas and on to Washington. He participated in the Grand Review up Pennsylvania Avenue at the close of the war.
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