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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), Roll of Company B, Ninth Virginia cavalry. (search)
A. Moncure, M. A. Moncure, J. D. Moncure, A. H. Martin, died in hospital, John G. Mason, Edgar McKenney, James L. McKenney, R. C. L. Moncure, Jr., T. N. Norment, William M. Oliver, R. B. Oliver, D. B. Powers, Thomas Powers, killed in battle, Willie Powers, died in prison, O. D. Pitts, J. L. Penny, J. G. Parrish, Sample Pave, H. C. Rowe, Carleton Rowe, killed in battle, James W. Rowe, J. R. Richardson, W. A. Richardson, killed at Gettysburg, George G. Richardson, P. L. Robb, P. T. Samuel, F. W. Scott, F. K. Sutton, Archibald Sutton, Page T. Sutton, J. A. Slaughter, J. J. Sale, Benjamin Satterwhite, W. R. Taylor, Temple Taylor, R. J. Taylor, wounded, M. D. Temple, W. S. Temple, Charles Temple, L. Temple, A. B. Terrell, John M. Terrell, lost a leg, J. W. Thomas, W. W. Thomas, T. C. Thornton, George T. Todd, died in hospital, R. H. Upshur, R. S. Wright, Wesley Wright, W. B. Wright, W. S. Wright, B. B. Wright, J. C. Wright, B. M. Wright, J. F. Wright, W. W. Woolfolk, Charles Willis, wound
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 23. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.29 (search)
ic in those stirring days of 1861! We were mustered in at Charlottesville, and one poor fellow who was rejected because he had a crooked little finger (just think of that!) went home crying as if his heart would break. For the first year of the war, I was in the infantry (the Nineteenth Virginia regiment); after that I was in the cavalry till the end. At Manassas Junction, we camped for a long time and struggled with measles, hooping cough, mumps, pneumonia, and typhoid fever, whilst General Scott was grooming another antagonist, with whom he was soon to further test our mettle. It was there I first saw General Lee. General Beauregard held a review for him. Tall and straight, with iron-gray hair, and moustache as black as the raven's wing, he was the very embodiment of warrior grace and symmetry as he sat on his horse, and viewed our undisciplined lines with a serious face and grave and dignified mien. I never looked upon his like before, and know I never shall again. I saw him