BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, JUNE 7, 1912 CHAPTER X -We then started on a march and I saw next day a lot of negro stragglers I never knew what became of them but suppose they and the Yankee officers were paroled. I remember on the march one day hearing a soldier say that Sherman had wound up the ball but Hood was unwinding it. There was nothing out of the ordinary during that march. I don’t remember the number of…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 31, 1912 CHAPTER IX General Hood was in command of the Army of the Tennessee at this time and if anything was ever out of all sorts it was the Army of the Tennessee. Old Joseph E. Johnston looked after his men and did not run them into any unnecessary engagements. Hood would fight at the drop of the hat and drop it himself, so he thought he would show Sherman a few things out…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 24, 1912 CHAPTER VIII We remained at Selma but a few days and then returned to near Dalton, Georgia. I had another trip, I think it was somewhere on our retreat from Dalton to Atlanta, that I was sent out with six men, down on a railroad, I do not remember what road it was, to see if we could find out what the Yankees were doing. We went about eight or ten miles and…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 17, 1912 CHAPTER VII After we were put across the river we started on our way and got along all right until after we separated. I left him within about two miles of his destination and cut across to strike the road from his town to Holly Springs. I was making good headway till I looked ahead and saw a squad of cavalry coming my way, so I went back from the road a little…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 10, 1912 CHAPTER VI After the battle of Chickamauga we fell back to Dalton and went into winter quarters and had a very quiet time. I remember a few things that happened while there. There was a wood shed and water tank and a detail was sent out every night to see that nothing was molested. I was a non-commissioned officer and I took half a dozen privates and went out there on guard duty…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, MAY 3, 1912 CHAPTER V I got very hungry and one day while at Chickamauga I sauntered out to where some citizens were selling things that a hungry soldier likes and there I did one of the meanest tricks I was guilty of during the war. I never have felt just right about it to this good day. While I was standing around seeing others buying and eating I saw a woman selling half moon pies….
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 26, 1912 CHAPTER IV At Chattanooga we went into camp southeast of town and had a very good time there. As usual, when I didn’t have any Yankees to whip I was in some devilment. I had a chum who was always ready for anything and when necessary I would write a pass, sign all the necessary officers’ names to it and we would go to town. I had two trusty comrades, Bob Tucker and…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 19, 1912 Chapter III From Cumberland Gap we went to the railroad above Knoxville and took the cars to Tullahoma and went into camp where we stayed for some time. I was then within 14 miles of home and I visited home quite often. Our adjutant liked a drink of applejack quite well and as there was a still near my home I would get a pass frequently. I suppose our Colonel did not know…
BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 12, 1912 Chapter II We remained in camp for a few days and then marched in a northerly direction, passing through the country where several companies of our regiment were raised and we could see women and children on the roads to greet their loved ones as we marched along. We arrived at Gainsboro, on the Cumberland river and stopped for a rest. A lot of us went down to the river to go in…
A NEWSPAPER WITHOUT A MUZZLE BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 5, 1912 The Old Confederate’s Story Three Years, Seven Months and Twenty-seven Days in the C.S.A. in the War Between the States. How a Boy Of Seventeen Went to War, What He Saw and Some of His Experiences. Written Espress- ly for The Independent by R. C. CARDEN, Manchester, Tenn. BOONE, IOWA. FRIDAY MORNING, APRIL 5, 1912 In 1861, when the war clouds obscured the sky I was a boy…