The Montgomery advertiser., 1908-11-29
The Story of a Knightly Missis-
 sippian.
The Pafl,os of the Splendid story of HerOi.m is That He Dsed In Pris-
 on of His own wounds.

(By Dr. R. F. ward, in winona Times).
 Miss Lucille Webb Banks has written a graphic and beautiful description or Waverly, the magnificient ancestral home of the Youngs, situated on the Tombigbee near Columbus, Miss. It was occupied at that time by two old bachelor brothers. Captain William l. Young. familiarity known as Ma jor Var and Captain Billy" These two patriotic and hospitable old gem tlemen had a brother, Beverly Young [ who was a private soldier of Compa- ny I, Van Dorn Rides 11th Mississip- pi Regiment. He was one of the first to enlist and served as a private till he received his fatal wound In Q desperate charge at Gettysburg.
 Though wealthy Beverly Young. was modest, unassuming. and unpre- tentious, yet genial and courageous in the face of every danger. He was severely wounded in the leg in the last days battle; but with crooked oak limb which he had found ana used as a crutchl he could hoople around a little, and insisted on giving Attention to others whom he consider ed were in more need Than himself, sayine that he could wait For protec- tion from a July sun had laid a number of very badly wounded CT the ground in an oak grove which ran through an insignificant little brook. The night after Gen. Lee retired leav- ing five or six thousand on the field, an unexpected rain fell in torrents. quickly the little stream overflowed it's banks and flooded the ground where our wounded lay from ankle to knee deep. It was very dark. We were apprehensive that some of our brave could get them all out, but we rescued them all I waded in water knee-deep to where I knew a man was lying with his head on the. root of large oak Hearing nothing from him I thought he was drowned, and stooping down to feel for him I touched an uplifted hand, wet and cold as the chill of death. spoke to him. He recognized my voice and faintly answered: Doctor l thought was gone and was holding up my hand in prayer" The water was m to his chest, but he had rest ed his head against the root of big oak tree to keep above the wa ter. took him by the arms, raised him to a sitting position, and. kneel- ing in the water with my back to his chest and making him clasp his arms around my neck, staggered to my feet and carried him to high land, although his weight was greater than mine.
 when daylight came we were confront ed with a sad spectacle. The poor rel- lows were wet and chilled. their wounds were soaked with dirty wa ter and none of them had a change of clothes. Nearby were farm house and a very large brick barn that was filled with straw. walked up to the farm house and was met by typical Pennsylvania farmer. l saw hard lines in his face and realized the srisor of the judgment seat before which I stood. How I did wish for the eloquence of Paul that might have made that old Hessian Felix trem- ble! I did my pathetic best. I want ed straw worse than the Israelites did the brick yards Of Egypt, but could not get 1t without the money. told him that had not a dollar of funds that would be current in his country and reminded him that on the battlefield in Virginia many federal wounded had fallen into my hands, and that I had always extended to them the same care and treatment had given to my own wounded; but he was not in the reciprocity" busi- ness then inquired how much he would charge for straw enough to make beds for a certain number of wounded, as I wanted it for the worst and most helpless cases. He replied that might have the straw for five dollars