The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1883-11-15

his regiment again within the sever
est of the fight. From jackson we
come to Chickamauga, the grandest
of all battles of the war. On Sun
day morning when ordered forward
the regiment in our front laltered.
Col. Clack left the Sd and took the
colors of the faltering regiment and
begged them to go forward, but he
could not rally them. Turning to
Mrs. Walker) Your honored hus
band, madam, then asked them to
get out of the way, and pulling off
his hat he ordered the Sd forward,
and til It regiment never failed to
follow that old bald head. Clack
was with us then. We drove the
enemy throughout the day and the
regiment covered itself with glory,
nut at the expense of SO out Of $50
OF Its men, who are not with us to-
day but have crossed over and are
resting on the other side. We find
Col. Clack at Mission Ridge, still
the same modest, grand soldier. He
was as modest as a woman and as
brave as lion. From Mission
Ridge we follow him in that terrible
retreat, and find him always at his
post. He was with us at Dalton
and Rocky Face where we success
fully drove back the heavy charges
of Sherman. But at Resacca we
find him again, and while talking
| of kesacca, 'twa, there that the
brave and high-souled Barber lost
his life. No Drawer soldier ever lost
his life in any cause. That old
worn flag you see before you was
in that fight, when Hogan, Stock
ard, Goo.!e, Harwell and others lost
their lives while bearing it aloft,
and the blood of those heroes is
upon it to-day. Turning to Gen.
Brown 1t has been said that Ma
poleon when he wanted some terri
BILE charge made or some impor-
tant place held he always called on
Ney. So with you, sir. You re-
member the time you left Clack
with go men to hold the lines in our
front while the army crossed the
oostawaulee. He and his gallant
men never flinched but held the
line until you relieved them No
more gallant act was ever performed
than by Col. Clack and his 60 men
on that dark and dreary night.
You remember we'll when you called
on the Sd to rally and that they
held the line until you relived
them yourself. In all the skirmishes
and battles of that terrible cam
paign, we find Col. Clack still
in the front in his line of duty.
At New Hope Church the old regi-
ment offered up some more of its
precious heroes. But at Powder
Spring near Marietta our grand and
good old Col. Walker was killed,
and with HIM many of the best men
in the regiment, but the spirits of
the men vas still high, and they
stepped forward as quickly at the
command to charge the enemy as
they did on review. In all the
battles around Atlanta the regi-
ment, with Col. Clack at It's head,
was engaged and doing its duty
and adding new lustre to its al
ready great renown. But this was
but one of the regiments from Ten
nessee who won equal renown. Why
are all these people here2 Did you
come from curiosity to see the bones
of man who has been dead for 20
years? You are paying tribute to
a hero and christian gentleman, and
you have a right to be proud of
him and Of yourselves. You may
not be ashamed because you were in
the confederate army, but rather to
be proud you were not traitors but
soldiers as grand, noble, brave aud
true as ever bore arms in any age
for any cause, and l hold my hands
up in the presence of heaven and
say we have no pardon TO ask Of
even the gods themselves for the
part we played in the war, but are
proud of it and will teach our chill
dren to be proud fit. You may go
throughout the north and the sol
diers there will tell you that they
would despise us if we were asham-
ed of ourselves, You were no hire |
lings, but heroes who fought for no
pay, but your love Of liberty. At |
Jonesboro our last field officer was
killed. Col. Clack offered up his
life on the altar of his country. AT
ter his death the old regiment toll
lowed the fortunes of the lost
cause in all OF the Hood cam
paign; leaving home, their feet
bare and bleeding in the snow, they |
still followed that flag that you see
before you, then carried by Billie
Massie, as braveia man as ever.car-
ried colors. Poor BillieI He died
with yellow fever at Galveston, away
from home and friends, in a strange
land. All these were my friends and
[ love to pay them tribute. At Ben
5onville, N. c., the last fight of the
war, the same grand heroism that
always characterized the eonfeder-
ltes was conspicuous again, and
when at last we had to surrender,
We came home. And we must not
iorget our noble dead but erect in
our court house yard or some other
point monument to their memory
hat will teach posterity that we
ire proud of them and are manly
enough to show it,
:
The choir rendered an appropri-
tie hymn at the end of each address,
ind then followed a short address !
,Y Chaplain Thos. H. Davenport ,
which was full Of pathos and feel
ng, drawing tears from veterans !
.ra'o onH ooncfY,rr y1aoNu Of liz. i,