Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1905-02-10
NEKOOSH
Death Of Henry Buchanan.

Ine people OF NekOOSd were greatly
saddened over the death of Henry
Buchanan who passed away at his
home in this village on Friday, Febru-
airy 3, after a months illness with
a complication of diseases. Mr..
Buchanan had always been a hard
working man, devoted to his family,
and had won warm place in the
hearts of the Nekoosa people. He
leaves a wife and eight children, four
boys John, Dave, Harry, of Nekoosa.
and Will Buchanan Of Portage city.
-Four girls Mrs. Fanny Pratt, of Ne
koosa, Mrs. Lillian Nelson of the
town Of Armenia, Mrs. Minnie Krin-
key, of Beloit, and Mrs. Maggie
Brown of Easton, Wis. The funeral
service took place Monday afternoon
at the Congregational church at 2
o'clock. The church was crowded
with relatives and friends of the
deceased, who. were anxious to pay
their last respect TO a good and up
right citizen. Rev. Pinkney, pastor Of
the schurch delivered the following
eulOgy:
Henry Buchanan was born in the
northern part of Ireland, SiXty-three
years ago. At the age of fifteen he
came to this country making his
home in Armstrong, county, PennSyl-
Unpia He haH haan hara hnt fon
years, when the civil war broke out.
1t seems that these few years had
SutfiCed TO make a loyal patriot of
this young man. For when the call
for volunteers came, he was ready to
enter the fight for his country, though
but 10 years old. He enlisted in 1861,
for three years, joining the 62nd
regiment Pennsylvania Volunteers.
lie served under some of the noted
generals; being in the army of the
Potomac With General McClelland
for whom heshad much respect and
admiration. He was an active parti-
cipant in some Of the greatest battles
the union, and liberated the slave.
lie faced boldly the awful carnage at
Gettysburg, And we are reminded of
the immortal Lincoln spoken on that
famous battle ground. 1--WE have
come to dedicate portion of that
field as last resting place for those
w hnt ho
nation might live. But in a larger
sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot
cOnSecrate, we cannot hallow, this
ground. The brave men, living and
dead, who struggled here have con-
Secrated it far above our power to
or detract. The world will note, nor
long remember what we say here, but
it can never forget what they did
here" Let us bear in mind the fact
that we are today honoring one of
the heroes of that battlefield, and
that he whose body lies here was in
cluded IN the eulogy of President
Lincoln. Mr.. Buchanan also fought
in the battles of Spottslyvania, Chan
cellorSVille. Ia the seven days fight
he was wounded in both legs and
taken prisoner. After an experience
OF four weeks in Libby prison he was
exchanged and went into the camp
for convalescentS. Afterwards he
was for a time in the hospitals at
Washington, Philadelphia and Pitts
burg.
In July, Of ga he was honOrably
discharged and returned home, COM
PEELED still to use crutches. In Feb.
1875, he came west and settled in
Adams county, Wisconsin, where he
lived almost continuously until COM
ing to Nekoosa, about ten years ago.
Since coming here he has been a
familiar figure on the street and in
the mill. About a month ago he was
taken sick and was compelled to give
up his work. He steadily failed and
passed away quietly last Friday after
noon. A wife, eight children, with
several grandchildren and many
friends mourn his departure.
Mr.. Buchanan was an honored and
faithful husband and father, a hard
working, energetic man; industrious
up to his last illness. And this in
spite of physical weakness, resulting
from the exposure and hardship and
wounds of three years fighting for his
country.
He was confirmed in the Episcopal
church and received into it's fellow
ship. His earthly labors are ended.
No more the long marches, the fierce
battles, the days of toll in field and
shop. He is at rest.
The following verses were found
under the head of a dead soldier in
Port Royal hospital, written by him
during the last days of his fatal
illness.
81 lay me down to sleep,
With little care
Whether my waking find
Me here there.
My good right hand forgets
Its cunning now;
To march the weary march
know Eot how.
am not eager. bold,
Nor strong-all that is past;
| am ready not to do
AT last, at last.
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