Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1896-01-17
The Penniless Wearer of The
Gray Was Cared For.
A BIT OF WAR ROMANCE.
THE QUESTIONS FOUGHT OVER ARE
FORGOTTEN, BUT THE FRIEND
LASTS FOREVER.

The following incident was
recently told by a gray-haired
Georgia planter when giving
some of his recollections of the
Civil War.
was in the Third Georgia
Cavalry ,andpassed through three
battles without a wound, but was
shot in the shoulders.in a Skin
mish near Winchester, and fell
in a thicketsnot far from the
road. My regiment passed out
of sight. I'm. a little of a doc
TOT and knew my hurt was only
a flesh wound. But ! could not
stand. Near me lay young fell
low about my own size and age,
with a pleasant face and blue
eyes. His leg was cut. By the
color of the blood that was pour
ing out, I saw it was a matter of
only minutes with him, whether
he should live or die. His face
was gray already. ] shook him.
He opened his eyes.
Tell my father" he said, "that
THAT /"
l had an old father at home,
too. / couldn't stand that kind
of talk. Ipulled myself up and
hurriedly with my knife cut of
the leg ofhis trousers, and made
a tourniquet with a handker-
chief and bit of wood and stop
ped the blood. I declare, l new
er noticed till it was done that
he wore blue. There was a driz-
zle of rain falling, and it reviv-
ed him. Presently he opened
his eyes and looked at me.
Hello, Johnny" said he" Tiled
me up?
Hello, Yank," I replied. Keep
quiet Got any tobacco?
"Look in my pocket; you'll
find some"
Before morning we were both
carried into hospital at Winches-
ter. But this little circumstance
had made us sociable. He was
very low and weak for a fort
night or SO, and I used to hang
around his cot and fetch and
carry for him.
The Yankees took the town,
and l was sent prisoner to Fort
Johnson. Before I went Charlie
his name was Charlie-gave
me a slip of paper with his faith
er's name and address in WASH
ington City On it, On the other
side lie wrote:
This is my good friend father.
He's done everything for me.
Take care of him for Charley's
sake
TT and see him." he said.
1t was six months before Was
discharged. l was almost in rags
when I reached Washington, and
hadn't a cent to buy bread.
remem bered the card and found
the house. 1t was a fine man
sion on a beautiful street. An
old man came out as | stood on
steps, stern hard looking man.
Are you Mr.. b" l asked.
81 am. What is your business
with me ?"
81 hoped you would lend me
money to take me home. I am a
released prisoner-a REBEL"
"And what claim has a rebel
On me?" he asked, sternly.
l handed him the card. He
read it aloud. Take care of him
for Charley's sake
Well, gentlemen, I slept in
Charley's bed that night, and sat
in Charley's place at the table,
and the next day I went on my
way with money in my pocket
and in a suit of Charley's clothes.
1 had made some of the best
friends of my life.
Charlie is gray-headed now,
and when we meet we talk over
tn. war The questions we
fought for have had their day
and passed, but we never shall
forget that we were two lads ly-
ing wounded together for a
cause that we each thought just.
The fight is over, but the friend
ship will last while memory
lasts.
There are some things that