The Union times. [volume] (Union, S.C.) 1894-1918, 1904-12-16
KILLED IN SINGLE COMBAT.
An Exciting Incident Which Hap
pened During the Sixties.

Rut few boys who dnued the gray
In the war between the states thnt
ever can brast Of Staying an enemy
in single combat. 1t was long time
ago, when the events OF this narrative
took place, away back in the sixties,
but remember what occurred as
do the happenings Of yesterday, they
were stirring times and no one who
participated in the great conflict Of
that period and survived, but what
had deep and lasting impressions Of
its bitterness, was participant
that vas privilege to but few men,
that OF making bold forage on poultry
yards and retreating from the firing
line without orders. In other words
was ind-pe odent to danger and al-
ways looked forward to u happy re-
turn from that hloady aud cruel war
1t Was after the siege OF Kno1vill.
when Gen. 1ongstreet was forced to
retire to the shades OF the mountains
OF East Tennessee, that army ration
got to be a thing Of the past. Our
connissaries,t to keep up appearances
issued US three days light ration and
give the ample time Of FIVE days to
consume the same, as that section Of
country had often been pulled by
both armies. I surely missed the
poultry yards, with houses and fine
orchards Of Virginia and Maryland.
1t was after the fall Of a heavy
snow when every Yankee was sup
posed to be sitting in his snow proof
tent erjaying the liberal ration is
sued by his rich government when
concluded to cross the line In hunt of
something that would keep soul and
body together. After drilling through
the deep snow across fields for three
miles or more, thought best to
enter some wood land that was near,
which would give me shelter from the
hawk eyed Yank who ever was on the
alert when Gen. Longstreet was near.
In edgipg the forest land to my great
surprise heard the familiar click
from an army rife, with order,
halt, come in Johnny" No doubt
the Yank had seen mo at a distance,
but to be sure of his game he let me
approach near his post where escape
was seemingly impossible. But when
the order halt reached my ears. my
face quickly turned on Dixie and my
legs commenced the pace or stride Of
an ostrich. 1t was then that 1 heard
the report OF gun and saw the slipping
minie pillow up the snow In my front,
then knew that I was going back
to Dixie. On looking back. to my
great surprise the youth had dis
pensed with his gun and was giving
chase. Being OF light weight near
the belt and thinly clad, I kept my
pursuer at a distance. On looking
back my last time, 1 saw my Yank
reel and fall. Giving him ample time
to gain his feet, which he failed TO
do, l ventured back to where he lay,
found his eyes closed and without
pulse. The poor fellow had run him
self to death trying to catch rebel
that cavalry had failed to do. gave
myself no trouble in trying to revive
the unfortunate Yank, but went back
to his post where found haversack
filled with superb rations that would
have WINGED the eyes of sultan.
With'gun. haversack, pipe and to-
bacco l returned to my tentless camp
In the snow to dream Of home, sweet
home. When my venture was re-
ported to Gen. Longstreet he said
that was brave soldier who had
slain my foe in single combat.
Elk REBEL.
P. Sit any reader should dis
credit this narrative, I cheerfully re-
fer them to Chnrner Greer and Gary
Willard, whose services to the lost
cause cannot be excelled, but like
myself, may some times handle the