Union County star and Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1859-1864, 1864-02-02
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Knoxville, Tenn, Dec. IS, '6i.
The casualties were few ia our regiment,
in the retreat from Loudon, the battle a.
CampbeI's Station, aud during the siege
here While one is disposed to rejoice a.
it, one is apt to forget that life is just as
sweet to each Of them, to forget the void
they leave in their household, the pain
and sorrow left as a lifelong legacy to
those who loved them. The "trifing
loss" the " only a few is their all, and
may be the all of their friends and rcla-
tivas. OF my company, one was killed
and one taken prisoner William II.
Doughty was killed, than whom We could
boast DO braver in our company. Md.
We believe was from SugarYalley.l Always
good humored, under the most trying cir
cumstances, through every fatigue, he was
utterly without fear 10 an engagement
When every one was disposed to growl,
Doughty had still his pleasant face and
good natured expression. Clark aud be
we're tent mates. Clark had been sent the
night before as support to the outposts
with the 35th Mass, and being driven in,
he was taken. Doughty the next morning
jokiDgly remarked that if Clark did not
make his appearance, all in the tent would
fall to him. He went out to the farthest
ou,posts, was shot through the head, car
risd to the car depot, and lived two or
three hours. The tent had no occupants,
the goods no heir. To Company X, Ed
ward X. Patterson, Of EastoD, Pa, was
killed. Sergeauts +. B. Sterner and Mel.
lick we're wounded, by the same ball, in
the leg. They are doing well. George
Buss, Easton, missing. Go. Z, lucky as
usual, sustained no casualties. [Co. Z. is
Hassenplug's
My long, fatiguing ride here, by way of
Big Creek Gap, have told about, written
about, growled at until l am tired of the
story. was sore, and tired, and could
not sleep the night l came here, not for
want Of hospitablc accommodations, such
as soldiers give, but, with fsverish eager
ness, was climbing the mountains, aud
Fording the streams, and aboriug as hard /
As l did in the day. My horse was sure /
looted, and | trusted him where I would
hardly trust my own foot The bugbear
had was fording the streams. Thoy
we're rough in the bottom, and 1 was in
error lest the borse would 90 down with
no in them-a wetting prospect did not
elish on December days. We we're real.
, within few miles of Knoxville
wen.y.seven miles on my famed horse
hat day had nearly shOo me apart, and
my parts to q jelly. We saw
'sr all around-traces of the bivouac-
be cbarred embers-the scattered corn.
usk-old pants and shirts-a stray old
hoe, most characteristic knee deep
no lining to the helds-dead horses,
rules and broken wagons. No garden
urrounded BY its white picket. Houses
airing at you with a blank, empty look.
arms with skeleton looks. A dog sneak. .
I round the corner, cat sat iu the bro
en window pane, perhaps. The only I
III fed looking animals you see are the
,gs. They can breakfast on mule steaks, ,
ne on horse, and pick ribs at their leis- ,
,s, within bowling distance Of their
,nnel.
Within two miles Of Knoxville, met |
'hn Smith Of my company on outpost, $
no while We we're expressing our happi-
'ss as meeting. ssddsned me BY saying
's lost Doughty" Al the tsI1icsass ~