The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-05-21

reunion. He was bubbling over with
the memories and incidents of the
great meeting; and in talking socially
to few friends, he said in the course
of casual conversation, that he had
met his old companion Jim Sloan
that was pleasure enough. Tell us
about the meeting" urged his enter
taincrs; but he waived the request
and broaohed another ubjcct.
"Were you comfortable on the
trip?'
"Yes, I was | rode all the way
there and back on sleeper with my
baby; but many Of the old soldiers
TOUCHED it out, took hard travel and
went as cheaply as they could"
Baby" as he fondly calls her, is a
niece, the 10-year old daughter Of the
late Jay B. Harris, whom the uncle
has adopted, reared from childhood
and who accompanies him on his trips
and excursions.
There were, he continued, thou
sands Of friends in Dallas. I thought
half Of North Carolina had gone to
Texas to live. I met Jim Sloan, who
moved away from this section some
years ago. He kissed me and cried.
1 never saw him cry before; but he
has seen me do so often. cry for
two things-for joy, for sorrow. l
never was known to shed tears for
p"in or fear. Well, we huggcd each
o"r and laughed and slept together
s.r whole time"
when l attended Wade Hampton g
funeral" he continued, "there was a
tremendous crowd, and when 1
pushed by to look at the face OF my
old commander his son told me that
the old general had declared that his
North Carolina regiment was COM
posed Of the finest soldiers in his
command. l broke down. I couldn t
help it, and others around wept like
children.
II broke down another time. 1t
was at great gathering of the Con-
federates in Richmond, and I called
upon Gen. Hampton st the Jefferson
hotel to pay my respects, and intro
duce party Of eight friends. Hamp.
ton was talking to group Of ladies',
but as soon as he caught sight of me,
he came over and placed an arm
around my neck. He didn't say a
word, and I couldn't speak. We
stood in that attitude, it must have
been for FIVE minutes, when I said,
"Men, introduce yourselves, I can t
call your Names"
Noticing the increasing interest and
enthusiasm of the speaker his friends
deity piled questions that led him on.
well, you ought to know about
Jim Sloan" he said. 'There were
four Of US, ali Hampton's scouts, that
lived mainly in the federal lines
Isaac Shadburn, of Louisiana, Solo
mon Legare, Of Charleston, Jim Sloan
and myself, both Of North Carolina.
It was cold and sleety. The First
Maine cavalry knew our whereabouts
and determined to capture us; but
when we expected them they did not
come, probably on account of the
weather. We had planned to bush
whack them. We took supper at Col.
Simmons, nine miles from Petersburg,
and were to have breakfast before
day. We slept in the shuck pen.
When at breakfast a detachment of
So, under Lieut.. Herrick, rode up we
ran out Of the back door. Lcgare was
shot in tbe ankle before he got out Of
the yard and could run no farther.
The rest of US escaped by lodging
around the cabins and the blacksmith
shop en- route to the woods. AS We
took down along the fence, we heard
the commanding officer call out to take
no prisoners. Then Shadburn, who
was in command Of US, yelled, defiant
ly, Boys, give them hell" We
levelcd our double barrelled shot guns
and fired, and seven Of them reeled
and leaped like bull frogs from their
saddles. The others hugged their
horses closely and spurred them in
the opposite direction. They soon
rallied and came at us again. We
FREQ and three fell. They were more
scattering then than before. We
were anxious to reach the woods. We
knew they would not follow, for they
feared the bush. We had on pre-
vious occasions stationed two along
the roadside and two 100 yards be-
hind. and commanded O surrender