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The Daily Dispatch: March 30, 1864., [Electronic resource], Yankee Brutality (search)
ndish conduct of the murderers of her uncle that she drew a pistol she had on her person, and threatened to shoot come of the scoundrels. Several guns were leveled at her and two sabres drawn and threats made to kill her, but struck with her gallant bearing they declared she was too brave a girl to kill, and they would let her live until they returned, when she should marry some of them. After the murder of Mr. Jarmon the raiders stuck torches to the clothing and beds in the house, and soon the building was in a blaze. They also burned all the outhouses on the premises, and carried off all the stock of mules and horses and some slaves. They did not destroy the corn but said they would return and finish the job next day. The next day they had something else to attend to on account of the approach of Gen. Forrest and his gallant followers. The Yankee wounded by Jarmon was taken to the residence of a citizen of Aberdeen, but a few days afterwards killed by some one unknown.
The Daily Dispatch: March 30, 1864., [Electronic resource], Death of Gen. Pornest's brother. (search)
Death of Gen. Pornest's brother. --A correspondent, writing to the Atlanta Appeal, says: Near Prairie Mound, between Okolona and Pontotoc, while gallantly leading a charge, Col. Jeffrey S. Forrest was struck by a minie ball. He fell from his horse, and soon his troubled spirit passed to that unseen land where the sound of battle never comes and the tread of armies is never heard. He fell upon the field his own valor had already half won. The earthquake shout of victory was in his was turned proudly upon his triumphant brigade as he breathed out his heart-stricken soul. In his fall a gallant young spirit sunk to rest, and the blazing star that shot athwart the firmament left the heavens forever. This sad event filled Gen. Forrest with the profoundest grief. Forgetting the loud thunder shock of battle, and all save his dead brother, he knelt down, and fondly kissing his smiling lips, and pressing his manly brow, sadly exclaimed, "noble brother!" while the tears fell th