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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The last tragedy of the war. [from the New Orleans, La., Picayune, January 18, 1903.] (search)
The last tragedy of the war. [from the New Orleans, La., Picayune, January 18, 1903.] Execution of Tom Martin at Cincinnati, by the order of General Hooker. By Captain James Dinkins. During General Hood's campaign into middle Tennessee, in November, 1864, a young cavalryman by the name of Thomas Martin, whose home was in Kentucky, decided to steal away and pay his family a visit. The army passed within fifty miles of his home, and he doubtless thought he would be able to visit his parents and get back before being missed. Soon after his arrival at home, however, the Federals made him a prisoner and charged him with being a guerrilla. He was sent to Cincinnati and confined in a cell. Not long afterwards he was brought before a court-martial and convicted of having been a guerrilla and sentenced to be shot. Tom Martin was a mere boy, and was illiterate, unable to read or write, but he protested his innocence and insisted that he was a regular Confederate soldier. At
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.10 (search)
War times in Natchez. [from the New Orleans (La.) Picayune, January 18, 1903.] By Mrs. G. Griffing Wilcox. Grand, exclusive, heroic Natchez, with her terraced hills and fragrant gardens, colonial mansions and prehistoric memories, was gorgeous in gala day attire. The Stars and Stripes floated from the domes and windows of all public buildings, and were stretched over the street crossings. General Tuttle, mounted on his milk-white steed, and escorted by his staff, paraded the principal thoroughfares. Handsomely-uniformed soldiers, arrayed in the paraphernalia and insignia of office, were moving hither and thither, reminding one of a vast assemblage of strange bright birds driven hence by terrific storms on foreign shores, but alas! the storm was in our own beautiful and loved Southland, and we were compelled, perforce, to look upon and admire the brillant plumage of these strange, bright birds, who brought not the rich tidings of all glorious things, but sad disaster, o
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 30. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.19 (search)
tten by a newspaper correspondent present on the Federal side at the battle of Chickamauga, September 19 and 20, 1863. It appeared September 28, 1863, in the Cincinnati Commercial, and is now reprinted as an interesting contemporary historical document, shedding light on the progress of the battle, and proving conclusively that the Army of Tennessee won a great victory on that bloody field. What the result might have been, had the Confederates pressed their advantage, no one can say.—Editor Picayune. Morning broke cold and dim. A rank fog obscured the camp fires and transformed the flitting figures around them into gnomes. The rattling of wagons, the vehement rumbling of caissons, and the low, monotonous word of command were heard in all directions. A heavy white frost—the first, I believe, of the month—shone icily on the grass, as the glow of the muffled flames touched it redly. The line of battle was fully established by seven o'clock. The divisions were not in the same o<