The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-05-16

diers' cemetery at Oakland. As faith
full scntinels while they slumbcr
rose and spiarca have guarded their
grave for 80 years. On Memorial day
the flowers served to identify their
resting place when friendly hands
sought the mound to lay a wreath
on it.
The story Of the grave with it's
double burden forms one Of the most
dramatic and pathetic incidents Of the
civil war
In 1864 Mrs. NJ Solomon, Of Cali
.,'rnia, one of the party that found the
grave on Memorial day, lived in At
lanta on Capitol avenue. During the
siege of Atlanta her home was often a
refuge for wounded Confcdcratcs and
it was at this place and period that
the story of the grave began to as
sumo it's opening chapter.
4 party of gray-clad soldiers, bear
ing wounded officer entered the gate.
They were silent as they lifted their
burden up the steps and across the
threshold into room. Mrs. Solomon
hastened to prepare bed for the
officer, as his glazed eyes and the set
expression on his face told Of the end
that was drawing near. Then, too,
the frightful wound in his breast was
as red fountain.
Mrs. Solomon, grown accustomed to
such scenes, placed pillow for the
dying soldier head. Turning to one
Of the men who had brought him in
from the battlefield, she asked
"Who is he?"
ROBINSON" replied the soldier,
major Robinson.
The tremor in his voice was evil
dencc enough to hesssouthern woman
that the dying officer was beloved Of
his tmen. Perhaps that night there
was woman's sympathetic tears
mingled with that comrades silent
weeping when Major Robinson died
For Major Robinson died that night
they brought him in. Wrapped in
his army coat, his cap and gauntlets
lying over the wound in his breast, he
lay on the bed until next morning,
when they carried the body to Oak
land and buried itin soldiers grave.
A week after Major Robinson
death. The cannon outside the be-
sieged city still doomed with awful
thunder and the constant passing of
groups Of gray .cloaked soldiers with
heavy burdens proved how true was
the fire Of the Federal gunners and
their rifIemen "a the trenches.
To Mrs. So)omon's oame another
party Of Confederates. Even as the
first they carried wounded soldier
with them. This time it was pri-
cate; g young boy barely out Of mis-
first youth. The stripesuof yellow on
his gray trouuers indicated that he was
Of the cavalry, trooper Of the Stars
and Bars. Thsy placed him onsthe
4 bed where Major oibinson died week
before.
"Who is he?" asked Mrs. Solomon.
q Robinson" said comrade. "He's
s got brother in the army-a major, I
& think
81 This time it was Mrs. Solomon
yoice that betrayed the first emotion.
- Robinson? A brother Of Major
Robinson?''
What chance Of war mad throvn th;s
D strange coincidence in her way? Ma
IA jor Robinson had died on that bed only
ls week ago. And now, perhaps from
III some distant. part of the fighting
{ground, his brother, wounded unto
a death and unconscious that he was lying
"a in the same spot where the elder bro
= ther breathed his last. was brought to
die also. 1t was strange to be true,
Vet true it was. Mrs. Solomon found
yhe resemblance to the dead officer
when she looked closer into the pale
face Of the dying boy.
Once he opened his eyes and looked
about him. Then Mrs. Solomon told
3 him Of the death of his brother.
0 HE died in this room, she related. :.
"And we buried him in Oakland GENE
terry"
''Then let me be buried there with
o him, said the boy, fearless even in
the very face Of death that was creep
ing on him. eve die in the same bed.
Let US rest in the same grave
The regular booming of the guns on
the hills continued through the night.
Occasionally a shell hnrat in The
neighborhood but those who watched
at the bedside Of the bay paid no heed
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