The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1896-06-10
A War Raminiseenes.
Scenes at Hatcher's Greek and Pc
tersburg Recalled.

Slight Wound, but, Like Other
Veterans, Has Suffered Since-A
Story that Reads Like Page from
History.
From the Albany, N. Y, Journal.
When one encounters in print the
life story of some SCARED veteran OF
the civil war, feeling OF admiration
and sympathy is the certain result.
Accustomed though We are to tales
of he,oism and suffering in everyday
life, there is something peculiarly at
tractive about these old war records,
serving, as they do, as sacred past
port to the heart Of every true Amer
iean. Thousands found their rest
on the field of carnage or in the hos
pital, but their comrades, when the
struggle was over and the victory
won, returned to their homes and
b ,gan anew the battle of life.
>John B. Scace, the widely known
contractor and building mover OF
Albany; N. Y, has had an unusually
interesting life, and when seen by a
reporter recently at his home, No. Is
Bradford Street, told of his many ex-
periences and adventures while ser7-
ing under the old flag in the late
war. Although having endured all
the hardships and privations of life
in the ranks, NJ. Scace bears his
more than half a century Of years
with an elastic step and keen mind,
taking an active interest in private
and public affairs.
Mr.. Scace is member of Berkshire
Lodge, No. 50, I. O. o. F. He en-
listed in the army in 1862, in Com
pany A, Forty-ninth Massachusetts
Volunteer Infantry, serving under
Col. w. F. Bartlett, First Brigade,
First Division, Nineteenth Corps, with
which he participated in some Of the
hottest battles of the war, including
Port Hudson, Donaldsonville and
Plain Store, where he was wounded.
His time being out, he was dis
charged, but soon re enlisted as SER
gent in Company A. Sixty-frst Regi-
ment, Massachusetts, Volunteer In
fantry. He was in the battle Of
Hatcher's Run, the fight about
Petersburg and the battle of Sailors
Greek.
After his honorable discharge.
June 4, 1865, Mr.. Scace returned to
Albany and settled down once again
to his business and social interests.
He has resided in the city ever since.
It would seem that now, of all times,
his peace and happiness would have
been uninterrupted. Such was not
to be the case, for four years ago,
while engaged in experimenting the
raising of the immense smokestack Of
the Albany Electric power house, the
lever of loosened windlass struck
him a heavy blow across the back.
The effect of the blow was not at
first apparent, he being able to leave
his bed in a few days. But the
worst was to follow, for without
warning he was seized with sciatic
rheumatism in all its yirulence.
Untold agony followed.
Said Mr.. Scace, Il could not sleep
for the pain. No one will know the
tortures the rheumatism gave me. I
don't know how I lived during those
days. I became little more than
skin and bones, and it seemed like
life didn't have anything but suffer
ing in it. Cures? I tried every So
called rheumatic cure that was ever
invented. I gave all Of them a good
trial before stopped taking them.
My friends and neighbors recon-
mended remedy after remedy that
they heard of, but my rheumatism
went on just the same. Well, after
Ihad almost had the life tortured
out of me, I came across newspaper
account of DR.. Williams Pink Pills,
and L thought 1 might as well add
another name to the list as not, so I
ordered some of my druggist.
II tell you, I was glad in those
days to hear of anything that could
give me any hope at all. Yes, I got
them, and before ] had taken two
boxes that pain began to leave me.
Why, I couldn't understand it. I
couldn't imagine myself being cured.
But before I had taken a half-dozen
of those boxes I was cured. The
suffering which had made my life
almost unbearable for so long had
disappeared. I was new man
81 began to get strong. I picked
up in flesh, and I went back to my
business with all the vigor and vim