The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1915-12-01

tune would mop 700. Dill WOulu
say few cuss words, the rest of
the crowd of course enjoyed it. The
last of the war Belt Verrell was pro-
noted, and from that time on was
one of Buffers Scouts, not much of
him physically, but what there was,
was pure steel.
Tobe Cothran fought a Yankee
hand to hand with sabres, till the
Yankee ran. He refused to halt
when Cothran shot him off his horse.
Burt Cobb had hand to hand fight
with a Yankee. The Yankee ran
into his own lines, before Burt
caught him. Burt brought him
out, passing in few feet of the
Yankee line, holding his prisoner
between him and them. He defied
them to shoot. Some men could not
stand the sight of blood, though
they were good soldiers. A few
days before the end of the struggle,
a wounded horse had rubbed against
Archie Boyd's leg, one of his COM
rades seeing it, told him, Archie
look at the blood on your leg, you're
wourded." He looked down at his
pants and exclaimed, Lord, l am
Shot all to pieces" We helped him
down off his horse, rolled up his
pants and found there wasn't a
scratch on him. Ali joined IN a
hearty laugh, none enjoying it more
than Boyd did.
The last of the war a great many
of the two Abbeville Companies were
dismounted, and sent to fill in the
shattered lines of the Infantry.
About forty of them from Abbevllle
county were captured and recaptur-
ed, by Hampton's Cavalry the morn
ing he charged Kilpatrick's Camp
near Fayetteville, North Carolina.
NV recollection is that Co. G. came
out of the war with the same officers
they went in with. Capt. Johnson,
Lieutenants Mclaughlin, j. F. Llv-
ingston and Grant Jackson. Capt.
Johnson was a cool and brave otfl-
Ger. Ed Moore, when about three
sheets in the wind, swore the Cap
tain wouldn't bat his eyes if thirty
pieces of artillery were playing on
him. A number of Co. G.. were
from the vicinity of Bradley's Old
Field. There were four Link bro
theirs, DR.. W. E. Link, Sam, Bob
and Tom, Thos. Lyon, John Lyon,
Bob Keown, w. H. Pennel, Sam
Seignor, Ben Napier, Nathan Ma
pier, John Brown, Henry Firth,
Henry Shumate, Walker, John Hem
minger, McGaw and number of
others that I can't recall now, Pam
and John G. Edwards, Arch Douglas.
Bob Link, in a Cavalry charge, un-
horsed his man with his sabre. On
another occasion he and w. G..
Roberts were presented with a Colts
Navy pistol each, in presence of the
two companies. Bob's family are
in Texas. He had been brave SOL
dier, and a worthy citizen. Just
after the battle of Brandy Station,
DR.. W. E. Link, and DR.. Brewton,
from Company B. were returning
from home with fresh horses. They
rode over the battlefield on their way
to the regiment. They came upon
a number of dead horses that had
been killed in a charge. Both of
them were pretty well loaded with
Apble Jack. Brewton came to the
concluion that the riders had been
running. will leave it to DR.. Link
to tell why he thought so. John E.
Bradley, R. F. Bradley, Thos. j.
Hearst, William Morrow, Jim Nor
row, John Morrow, Clint Belcher,
John and George Sibert, all belonged
to Co. G. Second S. C. Cavalry.
They came back from Virginia at
the same time the First Cavalry did.
At Columbia the two regiments were
separated, and were not together any
more till the war was over. A part
of all of them were present when
Fort Fisher was taken. Tom Brad
ley, Jim Adkins, and Sam Cothran'
belonged I think to the 4th 5: Z;
Cavalry. Tom Bradley was killed
in a charge in Virginia. Sam
Cothran was killed at Fayetteville,
N. c., when Kilpatrick's company
was charged, Lieut.. Thos. Hearst had
a horse killed under him in Virginia,
John E. Bradley had a horse shot
and killed under him, j. W. Wideman
had his horse shot in right breast,
William Morrow was scout Tor
Stuart and Hampton, Bill Brady
was promoted to scout for M. Z.
Butler the last of the war.
The last Cavalry charge of the
war, so far as Hampton's Cavalry
were oncerned, was about two miles
of Raleigh. 1t was made by Kinks
Squadron, supported by Co. A. and
E. of our regiment. Out of all OF
these men nearly all are gone,
don't suppose twenty of them are liv-
ing. Those that are left are old
men now. I never see one of them
bowed with the inirmities of age,
but that I feel like slapping him on
the back and telling him, "Cheer up,
comrede, it's not far to camp, then
we will have rest" Now my work
is done, very imperfectly, but I hope
some of the descendants of these
men will reccllect what command
their fathers and brothers belonged