The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-10-30


buried itself in the tree. In the
meantime Sam had ripped away his
clo.hing, bandaged his wound the best
he could and kept it bathed with wa
ter from his cantcen. AS the blood
flowed profusely he bound his leg
above the knee with the strap from
his blanket to prevent fatal loss of
blood. Several days thereafter when
The Injured leg was amputatedd that
strap was out of sight, enveloped in
the swollen flesh on either side.
"Not far from noon, says Sam, ga
rebel soldier. who | long aftcrward
learned was ". II. Andrews, first
sergeant Company NJ, First Regiment
Georgia regulars. came up, his regi-
mcnt not being engaged, and learning
my condition and of the fact that
was between two fires he and some Of
his comrades piled cordwood around
me to protect me from the shots. |
have no doubt more than 100 bullets
struck the barricade of wood during
that day. Early in the evening
Stoncwall Jackson came riding by.
lie halted moment, spoke kindly to
me, asked to what regiment I belong
ed and ordered the men who had
charge of lot of Union prisoners to
supply our wants and make US as COM
Portable as possible. A captain in a
North Carolina regiment came up q
little later, stopped and chatted with
me, gave me drink from his canteen,
spoke kindly and encouragingly and
rode away.
Previous to this, however, rebel
officer appeared whose conduct and
conversation were quite unlike that Of
General Jackson and the North Caro-
lima captain. He reviled me with Bit
ter words, called me 'nigger thief
etc. I had revolver and short
sword under my rubber blanket on
which | lay, and in my rage I at.
tempted to get at the revolver, intend
ing to shoot The fellow, but he had his
eyes on me and Immediately shouted:
'Disarm that man. The soldiers, of
course, obeyed, and all could do was
to protest and also volunteer the re-
mark in most indignant tone that in
my opinion nothing but d-.n dirty
coward would insult and rob q wound.
ed prisoner hated to part with the
sword as it was present to me from
Captain Louis Miller.
ut is long time since this happen
ed and time softens our animosities,
and 1 don't know that would harm
him if should meet him now, but for
many years after the affair believe I
would have shot him on sight if he
had been in church"
Sam lay there on the ground until
the evening of the 18th, which was
Thursday, when the rebels carried him
to little barn surrounded with straw
stacks, where he lay another night
like warrior taking his rest with his
martial cloak around him. Martial
cloak sounds little moro like the
chivalric days when officers wore such
garments, but as o cold fact Sam 8
martial cloak consisted of g badly
crunpled rubber blanket He was not
alone, for there were more than 100
other prisoners in the hands of the
rebels, whom it was their intention to
parole, but didn't for several reasons.
Didn't have time, anyway, as they
had urgent business south Of the Po-
tomac. Next morning, the 10Th, Sam
and three others wese conveyed in an
ambulance to the Holman barn. Sam
was Obliged to sleep on the ground on.
other night, however, as there were
hundreds Of others awaiting treatment
by the surgeon. Next day, Sunday,
DR.. Pugsley amputated the injured
leg. 10 describing this, Sam iudig-
nantly remarked that he did not at.
tend church that day Itis necessary
in order to preserve the chain Of this
somcwhc complex narrative to go
back to the day of the great battle.
At the time Sergeant Andrews, of the
Georgia regulars, visited Sam in his
bivouac at the foot Of the
friendly oak he was not aware that he
was protecting ard caring for the very
man he had cooily and deliberately
ossayed to kill few hours before In
communication to Sergeant Bloomer
Sergeant Andrews scvs: "Read the
newspaper clippings anc note toe date
Of this letter, September 18th. Just
thirty-ninc years ago today we met
at Sharpsburg, Md, one OF the blood
lest battles Of the civilwar. You gave