The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1902-07-16

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ingly doomed section stuck to their
gun, loaded and fred with growing
and defiant desperation of coura ge and
determination, as their duties doubled
in handling the piece, and hurled back
she'll or shot or shrspnell, as the mea-
gre supply Of the timber chest, per-
M itted, and until it was exhausted.
There was no single. skulker there;
NO man finched his duty or shrunk
from the terrible unequal combat;
faces might blanoh at the horrifying
carnage, but NERVES blauohed not in
that relentlessly ireful hour. Ex-
hausted, bleeding, ammunition spent,
comrades prone, six horses dead or
dying, farther effort futile, our gallant
officer, the calmly brave Alex Nc.
Queen, himself faint aud bleeding, or
dered tho pitiful fragment to seek
protection from the internal death
sluice; as, indeed, any other move was
a human impossibility-remsining
fatal folly.
The men who composed this section
Of Gardens battery and went wita the
gun into the valley were
Lieut.. w. Alexander Mcqueen,
Sumter.
Sergt. and Gunner Matthew E.
Haynesworth, Sumter.
Corp'l. James Henry Haynesworth,
Sumter.
Corp'l. Robt. F. Small, Charleston,
mortally wounded at the gun.
Charles Haynesworth, Sumter.
Thomas R. Mcintosh, Lynchburg,
Sumter County, mortally wounded in
action.
William Moultrie Reid, Sumter.
County.
j. Merrick Reid, (.ben) from
Charleston.
Driver, w. w. Grady, Chesterfield
County.
The names of the other two gun
drivers cannot now be ascertained.
The names of those who volunteered
to accompany Capt. Garden aud ven
tured into the bloody death hole to
rescue the wounded are, SO fa- as au-
chemically ascertained: Capt. Hugh
r. Garden, Sergt. j. Henry Wilson,
Corp'l. John j. Green, James Digs
Wilder, all Of Sumter County, and
Lawrence W. Scarborough, Hnrling-
ton County. Capt. Garden was uu-
questionably brave boy,for he was
but a boy Of bare msjoritElbhen, with
but a downy bang; uroa$ upper lip
and the roseate hues Of babybood yet
in his cheeks), and he had followers
every whit as brave as he, as some
proved that day, for when he called
for volunteers to the rescue of men
and gun any hesitation was only from
ignorance Of the fact that he intended
to lead them into the jaws of perdition
and enough futile and worthless havoc
had already been caused. The brave
John j. Green when appealed to re-
piled: "We'll go anywhere that you
will" They went and on reaching
the gun found the lone figure of. Bill
Grady calmly and fearlessly sitting on
the trail, never having left the ground,
and awaiting assistance to remove his
wounded comrades.
Small and Mcintosh we're shot down
by the same solid missile and the
writer doubtless had his closest call
and most amazing miraculous escape.
These men were for the instant in line,
one behind the other, and directly
in line with them when they wers
struck down, yet was untouched, save
by COB of warm, quivering flesh from
one of the victims, which was hurled
against my shoulder and stuck tena-
ciously for some time and the stain
for days. Where did the line shot
go? Eternity may answer.
In private letter to the writer
from our general, E. P. Alexander,
occurs the following
"This is how it was; it was not prior
to Pickett's charge, it was during it.
l gave Pickett the signal or order
| wb +, to charge. He wac some dis
tanve behind our firing line, in which
I had Is guns. AS Pickett's front
line passed the guns I galloped dow n
the whole line, from the left flank TO
the right, ordering every battalion
commander to advance every gun,
with IL or 20 rounds OF ammunition
left. After reaching our right flank
with those orders I galloped back to
or beyond the centre, where BY that
| time eome dozen or more guns were