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John Pegram (search for this): chapter 1.2
eight, had fine shoulders, chest and limbs, a handsome, manly figure, carried his head high, had clustering brown hair, a steel grey eye and a splendid sweeping mustache. Every now and then I heard, from some man or officer of his battery, or of Pegram's Battalion, some special commendation of his gallantry in action; but, he being in the Third Corps and I in the First, we seldom met. I am confident Tom Brander, John and Jim Tyler, Ferriter, and other battle-scarred veterans of Pegram's BattaliPegram's Battalion, stand ready to vouch for Beers as the equal of any soldier in the command, and some of them tenderly recall him as a good and true soldier and follower of Jesus Christ as well as of Robert Lee. I am told he was in the habit of holding religious services with the men of his battery on every fitting occasion—services which they highly appreciated. Just after the battle of Chancellorsville I was in Richmond, for what purpose I cannot now recall, unless it was that I had recently received an
Bob Munford (search for this): chapter 1.2
uttered with all the emphasis of a solemn proclamation, that he considered it his duty to arrest any and every man who arrived in the city from the North, unless he was informed as to his antecedents and they were entirely beyond and above suspicion, adding, with increased emphasis: And this duty I intend to discharge. A declaration which seemed to meet the approval of every one present, save and except Mr. Edward Gray—dear old Ned—now and for years past in the Commissioner's office with Bob Munford, a man as brave and true as God ever created, and as quick to burst into flame, at what he considered injustice, especially to one of his friends. A hot-headed champion. Ned's hearing was then, as now, somewhat defective, and he did not quite catch the limitations his Honor had embodied in his proclamation. He sprang to his feet, and, looking toward Mr. Mayo and flinging out his right arm and shaking his right forefinger threatningly, first toward Beers and then toward my brother a
Ben Gray (search for this): chapter 1.2
t his right arm and shaking his right forefinger threatningly, first toward Beers and then toward my brother and myself, he shouted fiercely: No, you won't, sir! No you won't! You arrested that man yesterday, who left everything and came down here to fight for us against his own people. Now, sir; these two came down with him, I dare you to arrest them. The court-room was in an uproar on the instant, which we took advantage of to hustle Ned out and away. When the hubbub had subsided, Mr. Ben Gray rose and made an admirable statement, first apologizing for his brother's excitement, and then going into a full and very complimentary recital of the circumstances above narrated about Beers and ourselves—in conclusion begging his honor not to notice this last episode. Mr. Mayo yielded to this appeal, taking occasion, however, to deliver himself of another little speech, at the conclusion of which Beers marched out a free man and a hero, being heartily cheered as he passed through the
James H. Beers (search for this): chapter 1.2
ite marker bearing this inscription: James H. Beers, of Connectcut, who fell at Chancellor or so before the breaking out of the war, but Beers continued to visit New Haven from time to timed and Civil War became more and more imminent, Beers became more and more restless and unhappy, untuently told me it was perfectly obvious that Mr. Beers' mind was irrevocably made up, and that it w mother and sisters, and subsequently followed Beers to Virginia, as I now recollect, in company wito Alexandria; but, by some untoward accident, Beers was left behind there, and experienced some dided, many gentlemen of position, who had heard Beers' story, being in attendance. I do not remembeine gunner and fighter. I saw but little of Beers after this. Just when he joined the Army I caetween Malvern Hill and Chancellorsville I saw Beers perhaps two or three times—I think once in Riction of duty—obedience unto death. Observe, Beers had never been South, and had no idea of ever [18 more...]<
Joseph Mayo (search for this): chapter 1.2
ning was quite far advanced when we ascertained where he was, and it was deemed best to see Hon. Joseph Mayo, then mayor of the city, before resorting to habeas corpus proceedings. Mr. Mayo was foundMr. Mayo was found, as I now recollect, at the house of a friend, but he declined to interfere, insisting that the party should be brought regularly before the court in the morning; indeed, he made the impression upon tations his Honor had embodied in his proclamation. He sprang to his feet, and, looking toward Mr. Mayo and flinging out his right arm and shaking his right forefinger threatningly, first toward Beerted about Beers and ourselves—in conclusion begging his honor not to notice this last episode. Mr. Mayo yielded to this appeal, taking occasion, however, to deliver himself of another little speech, man and a hero, being heartily cheered as he passed through the crowd. I had never before seen Mr. Mayo, and he made a strong, and, upon the whole, a very favorable impression upon me. This accoun
Greenlee Davidson (search for this): chapter 1.2
king to conceal us on the train until it started and to secure our enrollment in the company when we arrived—both of which undertakings they most skilfully and faithfully performed. Fine gunner and fighter. I saw but little of Beers after this. Just when he joined the Army I cannot say, but I know that it must have been some time before the battles around Richmond in the early summer of 1862; for, on the battlefield of Malvern Hill, I met some of the men of the Letcher Artillery—Greenlee Davidson's company, to which he belonged—who told me that my Yankee was the finest gunner in the battery and fought like a Turk. Between Malvern Hill and Chancellorsville I saw Beers perhaps two or three times—I think once in Richmond, shortly after his wife and children and my mother and sisters arrived from the North. I have seldom seen a better looking soldier. He was about five feet eleven inches in height, had fine shoulders, chest and limbs, a handsome, manly figure, carried his h
Ned (search for this): chapter 1.2
eased emphasis: And this duty I intend to discharge. A declaration which seemed to meet the approval of every one present, save and except Mr. Edward Gray—dear old Ned—now and for years past in the Commissioner's office with Bob Munford, a man as brave and true as God ever created, and as quick to burst into flame, at what he considered injustice, especially to one of his friends. A hot-headed champion. Ned's hearing was then, as now, somewhat defective, and he did not quite catch the limitations his Honor had embodied in his proclamation. He sprang to his feet, and, looking toward Mr. Mayo and flinging out his right arm and shaking his right forefin people. Now, sir; these two came down with him, I dare you to arrest them. The court-room was in an uproar on the instant, which we took advantage of to hustle Ned out and away. When the hubbub had subsided, Mr. Ben Gray rose and made an admirable statement, first apologizing for his brother's excitement, and then going into
Jim Tyler (search for this): chapter 1.2
a better looking soldier. He was about five feet eleven inches in height, had fine shoulders, chest and limbs, a handsome, manly figure, carried his head high, had clustering brown hair, a steel grey eye and a splendid sweeping mustache. Every now and then I heard, from some man or officer of his battery, or of Pegram's Battalion, some special commendation of his gallantry in action; but, he being in the Third Corps and I in the First, we seldom met. I am confident Tom Brander, John and Jim Tyler, Ferriter, and other battle-scarred veterans of Pegram's Battalion, stand ready to vouch for Beers as the equal of any soldier in the command, and some of them tenderly recall him as a good and true soldier and follower of Jesus Christ as well as of Robert Lee. I am told he was in the habit of holding religious services with the men of his battery on every fitting occasion—services which they highly appreciated. Just after the battle of Chancellorsville I was in Richmond, for what purpo
Robert Stiles (search for this): chapter 1.2
d yet, when every now and then, God turns out a man of different mould, a man strong enough and independent enough not to be dominated in opinion, or in conscience, or in action, by his associates; and, most of all, when such a man breasts and breaks away from such a current, and, in spite of it, comes out on our side, giving up everything, even life itself, for us—surely, we should be glad to know his story, and to do what honor we may to his memory. The mound that covers James H. Beers is indeed low and humble, yet, where will you dig in earth's surface to find a handful of richer dust? I rejoice that he lies where he does, hard by my dear ones, and where my own body will soon rest; so that, when the resurrection trump shall call us all forth, after running over the roll of my beloved and finding them all present and accounted for, I can turn my eyes to the right and greet the hero whose sacred dust I have guarded all these years. Robt. Stiles. Richmond, Va., October 4,. 1899
J. G. Wait (search for this): chapter 1.2
han by enlisting in the ranks, he rather reluctantly yielded and went to work. How long he was thus employed I do not know. Things were moving on rapidly. The hostile lines were facing each other at Manassas, and then the great battle shocked and shook the entire continent. Junior Company F hung fire too long; so, the morning after the battle, my brother and I, without saying by your leave to any one, boarded the train bound for Manassas Junction, in company with Billy Wait (son of Dr. J. G. Wait, the distinguished dentist of that day) and old Paul Michaux, of the First Company of Richmond Howitzers—they undertaking to conceal us on the train until it started and to secure our enrollment in the company when we arrived—both of which undertakings they most skilfully and faithfully performed. Fine gunner and fighter. I saw but little of Beers after this. Just when he joined the Army I cannot say, but I know that it must have been some time before the battles around Richmond
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