The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-07-10
WAR STORIES.
An Ola Vets Story.
H0niu Jonl.nni.

creek was flowing gently on, and its
laus hing waters seemed to mock my
calls for water which came not. The
agony Of that night. it was Gcth
! scmanc to me.
Late in the night l heard voices
and weary and worn and exhausted
from loss Of blood, as a last resort
again called out aloud the grand hail
ing sign of Masonic distress. I was
heard. A federal soldier respond ID
and brought water, not only 10 me,
but to my suffering Confederate com
rades.
The next morning about sunrise an
ambulance came and the driver said |
was the man sent for by Dr. Hum
phrics. i was taken two miles TO a
farm house, where Dr. Humphries
most tcadcrly cared for me. He
brought young man whom he called
Mac and said: Mac, commit this
young Georgian and others to you
found this Mae to be Paul j. Nc.
Locklin of the Ninth New York rcgi-
ment.
I'm some two weeks VIC were rcmov-
cd to field hospital. My friend Mac
continued to wait on me, and six other
Confederate soldiers, as long as re-
maincd, until January "a, 1863. A
noblcr man than Paul j. McIocklin
never lived. While in the hospital I
became acquainted with several mem
brrs of the Ninth New York, and I
was under care Of DR.. Humphrics un-
til he went to the front, and DR..
Squircs was put in charge. In time 1
was moved to Frederick City, and sad
~ missed the men Of the Zouavcs.
On the 10th day of May, 1868, was
taken from Frederick City to Balti-
more, thence to Fortress Monroe.
Here l was transferred to large
steamer, the Willow Leaf and to
NY JOY, the guards on board were
Ninth New York men. One-leggcd
and manned / was troubled to know
when l reached City Point how I
should climb the hill to reach the train
that bore the exchanges to Dixie.
There was great rush to get on Vir-
ginia soil-among them 800 of Nor
gan 8 men, hilarious over prospect of
liberty and home. But the Ninth
New York men deserted me not but
gently picked me up, carried me up
the steep bank and placed me on tho
train, the federal officer "a Hawkins
zouave), kindly taking my crutches
for me.
"Thero bade adieu to the last of
the noble Ninth New York regiment it
has ever been my pleasure to meet.
1t was eight years, after many ef-
forts, that L heard from the noble
Paul j. McLocklin. Finally receiv-
ed letter from him. We kept up q
correspondence for many years. His
letters ceased to come. I wrote time
and again. The postmaster at West
Winsted, Conn, wrote me that my
friend Mac had passed into the
camping ground of the dead aud that
VIC must resume our chats Of Antictam
in the great Valhalla beyond. But, 1
have his picture. 1t is in moe
frame, and hangs on the walls of my
bedroom
Such was the story as related to me
by George w. Ard.
Since then, he too, has gone-one
of that lessening band-to that lone
camping ground, where his compan-
ions have grounded arms forever.
George w. Ard was true soldier, a
true man. He, By honest toll, vent
to work after the war to redeem and
glorify his land.
His daughter, Miss Annie Ard, is
postmistress at Lumpkin, Ca, assist
ed by her youngest sister, while Miss
Sallie Ard is the accomplished book.
keeper of the Bank of Lumpkir, OF
which w. l.. Mandre is cashier.
The old soldier lives in his children
and their charm of manner, nodesty
OF demeanor, are but manifestations OF
those virtues of character which &C
strongly drew the soldiers of the Haw.
kins Iouavcs to their noble father.
JAMES CALLAwAY.