The daily gazette., 1877-07-02
Ell. MONDAY.aJULY 2 1877.
HEROISM IN THE RANKS.
SOME HIGH PRIvATEs WHO KEPT
COOL UNDER FIRE.

COOL UNDER FIRE.
Rev. DR.. Jones, in Phila. Weekly Times.
could fill volume with incidents of
Individual heroism on the part of private
soldiers in that army. l have space for
only few. At Fredericksburg, Just after
Lawton's Georgia brigade Tunder the
command of Colonel Atkinsonl had driv-
en- the enemy out of the wood on Early's
front and made their gallant dash across
the plain, 1.-THE men growing loudly at
being ordered back, saying "If it had
been those Virginia fellows that made the
charge, 'old Jubal would have let them
drive the Yankees in the river,"] Geor-
gia boy, who seemed to be not over six
teen, rushed up to me with his two mid
die fingers shattered, and exclaimed,
mistaking me for surgeon]: "Doctor,
want you, please, to cut of these fiji
gers and tie them up as soon as you can.
The boys are going into another charge
directly, and l want to be with them.n
procured him a surgeon, the wound was
Gre sed and the brave boy hurried to the
flunt again. At Cedar Creek, on the 10Th
OF October, 1854, Sergeant Uranium, the
color bearer of the Thirteenth Virginia
infantry, was surrounded by number of
Sheridan's troopers, but-exclaimin
"You may kill me, but will never give
up my colors"-he fought until he fell in
sensible, and the flag was stripped from
his body, around which he had wrapped
it.
Looking through a port hole in the
trenches below Petersburg one day,
sudden gust of wind lifted my hat off
hatu
Private George Haner, of Company D,
Thirteenth Virginia regiment, at once
stepped up and offered to get my hat for
me. peremptorily forbade him doing
so, as knew the great risk he would run;
but the fearless fellow soon disappeared,
and before long returned with the hat.
show did you manage to get it ?" ask
ed. "Oh. l crawled down the trench
leading to our picket line and fished it in
with pole" "Did not the Yankees see
you ?" "Oh, yes, they shot at me eight
or ten times but that made no difference
so they did not hit me-" Poor fellows,
he was afterwards killed bravely doing
his duty. l frequently saw men in the
trenches at Petersburg watching the she'll
from the enemy's mortars as they came
over, claiming some particular one as
my SHE'LL" and scarcely waiting fer the
smoke from the explosion to clear away
before eagerly rushing forward to gather
up the scattered pieces, which were sold
TO the ordinance officer for few cents
Confederate money! per pound. They
called shells which went far to the rear,
"quarter-master hunters" and one day a
gallant fellow UTTERLY reckless of person.
al danger in his eagerness for joke1
mounted the parapet, the target of many |
sharpshooters, and pointing to shell that |
was flying over, exclaimed ga little |
further to the right. Captain B. (the |
name of worthy quartermaster) is down |
yonder under the hill" |
Upon another occasion l saw a good |
natured fellow frying some meat ON the
side Of the trench while the minnie balls |
of the sharpshooters whistlfi all around |
him. At last one struck in his fire and |
threw some ashes IN his frying pan, when
he quickly moved to the other side of the |
fire, as if to avoid smoke, and went on
with his culinary operations, coolly re-
''Plague on those fellows l |
expect they will spoil all my grease yet !
before they quit their foolishness."