The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-07-12

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hearts. 1t is with pleasure that this sketch OF his
person and tribute to his gaantry is reproduced
in these columns:
At this stage of the action, was sent by Gencr-
al Jackson with message to of his Generals
and only mention the incident to record my first
meeting with one whom 1 afterward knew well-a
very brave and remarkable person. I had deliver
ed my message, and was gallopng back, when
saw regiment almost torn to pieces by the horri-
bic fire of the artillery and infantry on the crest in
front. This fire was so appalling that the men
could not endure it, and were seeking everywhere
in the low, swampy ground, for some shelter from
the hurricane of canister which swept it.
1 regarded it as my duty to attempt to rally the
men, knowing, as did, that, if the line was bro
ken ut that point, Jackson's whole position would
be seriously endangered; and l accordingly en-
deavored to induce the stragglers and scattered de-
tachments 10 rally again around their colors and
charge the artillery, which was flaming in front.
This is one of the most disagreeable portions of
stafT-oficer's duty; for if the immediate COM
manders of troops--their Captains and Colonels-
cannot control them, it is still difficult for
unknown officer to do so. 1t was, nevertheless,
my duty to make the attempt, and did SO, but
with small results. The stragglers paid little heed
to me-every one was " SICK" or "w wounded" or
in equally bad plight In plain words, the fire
was so deadly that they were unwilling to charge
in face of it.
Ill success had put me in something like rage,
as, with drawn sword, galloped up to man sep
arated from the regiment, and ordered him, in
hot and imperious tone, to rejoin his command.
He turned and looked at me with a cool air of
surprise, and as he had just loaded and capped
peculiar double barreled English rife which he
held in his hand, he took deliberate aim at Fede-
raj officer visible upon q hill near, and fired.
The officer fell, and as the parsonage with the
rifle turned around had good view of him.
He was young man, apparently about twenty
FIVE or SIX 1.-THE, erect and vigorously knit. He
wore top-boots, o long blue coat, with belt, con-
tanning pistol, strapped around his waist; and
over his forehead fell brown hat, decorated with
black feather. His face handsome and in
telhgcnt; his eyes dark and soft; his complexion
sunburnt and his mid-looking lips were sur
rounded by q delicate black mustache.
| There vas an air of immovabe calmness and re-
pose about this man, even at the instant when he
brought down his enemy, which was very strik-
ing.
Did you speak to me 2" he said, in courteous
voice, very low w-toned and mild.
was in rage at my ill-succcss with the strag-
glers.
"Yes Join your regiment there Every man
must be in his place"
81 do not belong to that regiment" he said, as
coolly as before.
| "To what, then ?"
81 am staf-oficer, sir-Captain Farley, OF
General Stuart's staff"
saw the error into which my haste and hot
blood had betrayed me, and hastened to beg Cap
tain Farleys pardon.
"No harm done, Major" was his smiling reply,
in his low peculiar voice. 81 suppose You are
trying to get the men up-but you cannot do it.
The line here is SO thin, and the Yankees in such
a powerful position yonder, that nothing can be
done without renforcements."
saw the justice of these words after rcconnoi-
tering the Federal position
ave will whip them" said Captain Farley, phi
losophicaly. "I went in with that regiment as an
amateur, the cavalry not being engaged; and have
been trying to blow up some caissons, with explo-
sive balls-but have had no luck 1 have, howev-
er, killed three officers
And the speaker quietly reloaded his empty
barrel with peculiar-looking cartridge, which he
took from fine English satchel made for the mis-
sile. He seemed entirely unconscious of the hail
storm of bullets which Kissed around him. cutting
twigs from the trees, during this operation; and,
as galloped off, I saw him again taking deliber-
ate aim at ON officer waving his sword in front of
the Federal line upon the hill before u.s.
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But what is left to us poor 'paroled prisoners" :"
except memory? Leave us that, at least, as we
look upon the red battle-fag, dropping from its
staff, after so many splendid victories leave us
this poor consolation of recalling the grand figures
and bright hours of the past.
Stuart, Pelham-both are dead now and Farley,
too, has passed away, the bravest of the brave.
never saw his face before the war, nor until the
spring of 1862 but often had heard of young
man in the Army of the Potomac who had made
himself famous by his fearless scouting, his cool
sef-possesson in the hottest hours of battle, and
his long, solitary expeditions into the enemy's
lines. l figured to myself, as 1 heard of his
strange adventures, his desperate combats, rough,
unpublished partisan, with the instincts Of tiger
and the manners of bear; but when came to
know him upon General Stuart's staf-here is
what saw;
a young man of twenty-five or six, of medium
height; athletic, but graceful figure; soft dark