Martinsburg statesman-democrat. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1906-1921, 1909-11-26

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badly wounded. told ;hem to brinv
him up TO my home, where he would
he more comfortable. He laid there III
night, but in the morning AFTER The
battle the now Sir Moses Exc kiel Of
Rome, Italy, who was, then pretty
little black, curly-headed Jew bow.
brought him to my home Ia an ambr-
lance and carried him.in. NV good old
mot er put him In her own bed. az il
was the only bed we had down stars.
When we laid him down he looked M
at me aud said. "Sister, what goo
soft bed" Mother had an old lin Z
feather bed, aud II must have felt 30
TO him after lying on he hard ground.
This sweet little cadet was from Amelia
county, Va. Hts name was Tn M.
Garland Jefferson. Tie WAS ab ,ut six.
teen years OF age, was blue-eyed and
had goldel hair. / will neves forget
him and his sweet boy,sh fac. He
was shot in the breast, and the bullet
was cut out Of his back. His suiierines
was intense, but he bore ups we'll and
never complained. Cadet Ezekiel
nursed him very tendcgiy. ais own
mother could not have done more for
hi,n.Ah, these were.nohIe youths. / feel
proud today 10 think we have such 4
grand institution 10 old Virginia that
can make such brave soldiers cut OF
boys. When cadet Jefferson fell, two
OF his comrades hastend To hts aid In.
different TO his own comfors, with out.
stretched hand he pointed to the front
saying, 'rhatis the place for you; YOU
can do me no good He urged them
to the front saying, words which
should be immortal. The evening te-
fore he died he called Cadet Ezekiel to
/ read for him. He read the 18th chapter
o. Saint John: "Let not your heart be
troubled. We believe In God believe
also IN me. In my Fathers house are
many mansions. go to prepare place
for YOU What dcath-bed scene the
little Jew cadet reading the New Tes.
lament 10 bis Christian comraee
Ia his last hours. Could anything be
more tcuchinr2 went to smooth his
pillow, and he ssid, "sister, what beau
tiful hands, He called, .Duncan,
come and light candle, II IL growing
DARK The blindness OF death came
over him He died about midnight In
Moses Ezekiels arms. He was buried
in the old church.yard, where they
fought so biavely. Those were noble
boys and Virginia should be very proud
Of thea. The day they marched away
they gave me his gray jacket to keep
for his mother and the big MIME ball
which DR.. Russell Meem cut cut. I
wrote letter 10 his mother and gave
her the history Of his last hours. She
did not know her little boy was called
out, but thought Lc was safe in Lex
| ington, Va When she got the news
+, that he was dead she scot for me. 4
went down 10 Amelia county and
staid With those goou, kind people till
just few days before the surren der Of
our beloved chieftian, Robert T. Lee.
General Lee had moved his supplies
from Richmond and the big guns were
staring me IL the face. The arm, was
falling back to Amelia Court house.
left In one of the last ears to 20 over
the road Ia Lyncffburg. II was only
big box car. When got In had TO sit
down In tae straw on the floor. The
car was filed with our poor men just
out OF prison. They were living skele-
tons. Before we left Amelia my broth
or came on from Richmond to come
home with me. The day we left Amelia
Court House Mrs Jefferson filled
sack with nice biscuits, ham and chick
EN-. Oh, was so glad had Ii WITH
me. A. long as life lasts will RENE M
Der those poor wasted hands hat
reached cut TO me for some Of 1t, and
how thankful these poor me n W ere for
that good taste Of ham and chicken.
When we got to Lynchblrg we found
that the Yankees had torn up the
canal. and we had no way to get home.
| could not gel back to Amelia, so my
brother aud started to walk home.
We left Lynchburg beautiful spr ing
morning end walked the old tow-peth
TO Lexington. We walked about Y
miles day, and jest had 10 be & Some
thing to eat on the way. How often I
think OF that kind old couple up in
the Blue Ridge mountain, old Mr.. and
Mrs Ogden. How kind they were to us,
ara kept us over night, gave US such
good meals and filled saek to last till
j we got to Lexington.
The next night we stopped over
with an old friend, Col. Mohler, from
Page, who moved TO Roekbridge be-
fore the wsr. He met me with out :