Arizona republican. [volume] (Phoenix, Ariz.) 1890-1930, 1902-02-02
AN INCIDENT OF WAR TIME
Circumstances of D. P. Kyles Death,
Burial and Resurrection.

ID. Z. Kyle is probably the only res
ident Of this city who has been officially
dead officially buried ana publIcl.'
mouincd in Il mass meeting. but who
refused to stay dead. and week iatci
appeared in the flesh to find out just
what his friends and neiShbors thought
about him.
Mir. Kyle was member Of EiIpa.-
ricis's cavalry in ssherman's army, and
acc onpa MED his regiment fa: as
Atlanta. He was hurt near -A1iar.a,
and when General Sherman decided
to trek down to the sea he announced
that he did not want to be bothered
with any crippleS, as there would
probably be other business that would
require all his attention. Mr.. XVI,
therefore. with all the others in the
hospital camps, was sent back to Nash
I willie. then to LETTERS nville. and finail3
to the general hospital in Maids on.
Ind. He had almost recovered from
his injury when he was taken sick
with the smallpox. placed in wagon
and hauled off to The pest house. pre-
sumably to die. for the Thermometer
was below zero. and smallpox in those
days was considered serious ailment.
TWO or three weeks after his father
received the following letter:
Madison General Hospital. Madison.
Ind. Jan. Il, 1865.
MIR Z. ID. Kyle. Xenia, Ind.
sir: | have the painful Intelligence
to convey 10 you. ~ the death - yoiIr
SON. David p. kyle. Of Company II.
Eighth Indiana cavalry. re died Of
smallpox on the 18th inst. His body
was buried IN the burial ground OF the
, soldiers. which is a high. pleasant
ground adjoining the burial ground OF
the city of Madison. Dying, as. he did.
of 4 conta gioCs disease. the clothing
that he had with him was burned.
send enclosed receipt for You to sign
for. articles that We're not with
him. Upon signing these receipts
have them certified by JUS
tiCe OF the pence or notary
public and then send them back tn
me. The articles viii be sent to you
according to your dircc ton. Very re
, spectfully.
Your obeiient servant.
- Y. MOORE.
char plain L. \. A
\ protracted meeting was then in
progress in %enia. O.. when the news
. Of Mr.. Kyle's death was received He
being well known in the community.
the announcement was made from the
pulpit. and the meeting Was trans
formed into memorial service, and
)
that mis- friends never thought worth
mentioning while he lived.
After he had been properly nOur1ed
for about - week. he showed up at
home on Through. and tried TO square
himself with the peopi" by the follow
ing eNpla nation. though scme of them
seemed to think he was imposing Oh
them by coming back after maxine.
them so much trouble.
Ill --
execution of the system employed in
the pest house. on rack at the head
Of each bed was : blank, giving the
name Of the regiment and other info
nation concerning the patient. There
was one man between Air. Kyle and
the stove. 1t Vas bitter cold weather
and when the men next 10 the stow
died, Mr.. Kyle was moved up to the
place his comrade had vacated, but
the nurse forgot 10 move up his I,-
scription blank. The chaplain passing
through a little later saw the vacant
place, and realizing at once that an
other unpleasant duty devolved upon
him. he looked up 10 Mr.. Kyle's de
iscription." and jotted down all the par
ticulars regarding the poor fellow he
supposed vas then being hustled under
ground, and FASTENED to inform his rel
atives. When MIR. Kyle looked over the
/ 'na pam & letter ne lDlu MS tllcnuS
that the residents of the cemetery re-
feI-Ied tonight be pleasantly" stu
ated. but his late resurrection was
rather more TO his liking.
| Mr.. Kyle mas the chaplain's letter
among his treasured mementos of she
I civil war. together with several other
interesting papers and a -havelock. -
which was furnished him as we'll as
many of the soldiers at the front. by
the kind-hearted women and children
at home. When folded it is similar to
a big pocketbook for currency. ard
contains needle, thread and other liz
| lie things that come handy to Z man
hundreds of miles way from home and
the women folks.
At CRIPPLE CREEK.