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THE BUNNY SODTH, ATLANTA; GEORGIA, OCTOBER 21 1893
y^C r ay^T f ? e Blue -
TO SOITHCBH MO
AMO WOMBM.
To the generation of people who
have sprung to maturity in the South
since the war, we put this question:
Are you indifferent toward, or forget
ful of,the Confederate soldier? Search
your hearts and answer! The mis
sion of this page is to emphasize the im
portance of keeping alive in the South
ern breast the emotions of sympathy
and gratitude due to the -‘Veterans of
the South.” Is there a true Southern
man, woman, or child, who will not
zealously aid this cause by increasing
the circulation of The Sunny Soutjt?
This page is designed in addition, as a
depository of detached historical inci
dents of the war between the States.
It is a standing, and one of the most
highly valued departments of The
Sunny South. Historians cannot
spare space or time to record the min
utiae of marches, battles and sieges.
They must be gathered and preserved
in a fragmentary manner by the scat
tered survivors of the strife, or be lost
to posterity forever. Therefore to all
men and women who from experience,
or recital of veterans, know of inter
esting happenings of the war,a cordial
invitation—yea more—an earnest so
licitation is extended to contribute to
The Gray and The Blue. Ex-Federal
veterans are included within the pur
view of this paragraph, and good short
poems are desirable as well as prose
sketches. Ed. Sunny South.
OUR SOUTHERN DEAD.
'-There sounds not to the trump of fame,
The echo of a nobler name.”
For Gray and Blue.
Old Gref ce may boa«t Thermopylae,
The Scot of Wallace tell.
And Ba-akl»va’s braves we see
Who charged “the gates of hell,”
The gory held of Bannockburn,
Brave Poland champions high.—
How glory’s thriu our bosoms burn,
O, thus to date and die 1
The fame of fadeless Marathon,
Yor ages loi g has stood.
And w» have lojal helds whereon,.
Our bravest poured their blood.
Our Spartan Sons went to the held,
Bv Spartan mothers clad,
Th»*y could but. dl« they would not yield.
Their mothers’ blood forbade.
Let earth bring forth ber vaunted ones.
From heathen hosts, to Ciu-aders,
Far brighter shine our Soutbern sons,
a ho aied beneam the stars and bars.
Hearts leal as peerless born Bayard,
Not theirs reproach or shame,
Or. he who won such high award,
The gallant S>duty's fame,
O, thus they dated, and gladly died I
My heart eaps hidh ana free.
Ah* deathless ones, thus deified,
Such glorious death to seel
Our heads with pride and rapture swell,
Not noblest life is so divine.
•who fought with Lee with Jackson fell,”
Fame utter graved nobler line.
—(Miss) Zula Camille Vaughan.
Hope, Arkansas.
Men. Adam JoUBion Livlng-
Hearne, Texas, Oet., 1803
Editor Sunny South :
In your issue of September 23, there is
published a sketch of the life and military
services of Gen. Adam R. Johnson, copied
from the Missouri Republican of 1861, and
written by George C. Stedman. The wri
ter states that Gen. Johnson died before
be received his commission as Brigadier
General.
This statement is incorrect, as hun
dreds of people in Texas can testify- Gen.
Johnson though totally blind since the
war, is still alive; one of the best known
men in Texas. It is said he knows every
square foot of land in Barnet, coanty.
His address is Marble Falls. Burnet
county, Texas. He is a real estate dealer
and a note addressed to him, will no
doubt evoke a prompt reply. Gan. John
son is yet alive, and odo of the livest men
in Texas. Very truly,
Mrs F. R. Pugh.
‘BADLY SttOT,"
But Plucky and Trnt,
Anniston, Ala , Aug. 13,1893.
Editor Sunny South :
vr Comrade —Please send me the
"outh and I will send the money
‘"an. I am an old Confederate
d 1@ «ou all the success that you
of thv 0<
nails-- cf tbe N'nth Georgia.
The la ns u y captain and af-
punishmeu
and that pn
swift upon the
terwards colonel of the regiment—Ander
son's brigade, Hood’s division, Long-
street’s corps.
I was shot so bidly that I am not able
to rnske a living by manual labor, and be
ing a poor man, it goes hard with me.
Please send the paper at once and I will
send the money as soon ss I cm—before
the first of March, and will try to get all
the subscribers that I can.
Yours truly,
J. F. Morton,
319 3. Walnut st, Anniston, Ala.
obmbral joe wheeler.
Tne Famous Cavalry Captain.
Washington, D. C., Sept 27tb, 1S93.
Editor Sunny South :
Dear Sir: lam very glad to‘see that
you are making an effort to keep the lamp
burning which has so long warmed the
Soutbern hearts. The cause that had
such brilliant adherents as Robert £ Lee
and Stonewall Jackson must not be al
lowed to die from the memories of the
present and coming generation.
The editor who keeps alive these em
bers is doing a full part Id maintaining a
spirit which has made the Southern coun
try the admiration of the world.
With very high regard,
Truly your friend,
Jos. Wheeler.
A Good One on Gen Hardee,
Dear Editor: General Hardee, the fa
mous tactician and Confederate Comman
der, was a strict disciplinarirn.
One day while commanding in 1b6 south
east he rode out on picket, line, and much
to his surprise found a sentry, a raw re
cruit, sitting on a rail fence munching a
piece of bacon.
The General appeared not to see him un
til he got abreast of him and then drew
his horse up to find the sentry at present.
He was nothing of the kind, but sat mouch-
ing away as unconcernedly as though lie
was in his native mountains.
“Do you know who I am?” demanded
Gen. Hardee in his severest tones.
“Stranger, I 'low I don’t.’’
“I am General Hardee and—”
Without stopping to hear the remainder
of his sentence, the raw recruit slowly
climbed down from the feDce and scram
bled into the road and extended liia hand
as he said:
“How air ye Gineral? I am mighty
glad ter see yer lookin’ so peartV
Minnie T. Abernathy.
Croft, N. C.
Lui( Gun st Appomattox
Clarkston, Gp., Sept. 24, 1893
Editor Sunny South:
In last week’s issue of The Sunny South,
Miss Minnie T. Abernathy, of Croft, N.
C , said that the last gun fired at Appo
mattox was by Reuben Underwood, of Co
C., Capt. William*’ company Poague,
Battalion artillery. I was present, and
saw Pj8gne’s batteries just west of the
<v'UTt; house, on the morning of April 9,
1865, and know that she is mist^k^n. The
last gun fired was from 1st Pc. Ya , artil
lery' jus* east of the court honse. at the
head of Evan's Georgia Brigade, just after
Gen. George A. Cust-r rode into the C m-
fedetate line with the flag of truce While
Custer was talking to Gen. C. A Evans, I
was within a few feet of the gun as she
fired her last shot, and st the same time I
cut out the center star of the 38'.h Georgia
Regiment fl-g with a case knife. I still
keep the star as a relic.
I write this for the assistance of histo
rians.
L Li Hudgins,
Sergeant Co. K, 38tb Ga , Evans B a^ade.
Gordon Division.
2nd Corps, A. N. Va.
ELBYEHr BBOrHERS:
A Couple Who Sent Eleven Hons Into
she Confederate Army
to
For The Sunny South.
As a “Gray and Blue” item, I hand you
the following and vouch for the truth of
the statement:
Parham and Jane Sudduth were father
and mother of twelve sons and five daugh
ters. Eleven oj the sons were Conftder
ate soldiers—the twelfth son died in in
fancy.
Here are the names and commands
which they severally belonged:
I. Mitchell—Col. Roddy ’a 4 th Alabama
Cavalry.
2 Milledge S —Mississippi Regiment
3 Zadcc M —Company G, 41ss Alabama
—killed at Mnrfresboro, Tenn.
4 White—Col. Roddy’s 4th Alabama
Crfvs'ry.
5 Jabez P.—Company D. 11th A’abama
—wounded at Gettysburg three tlmts.
6 Jefferson—Mississippi Regiment.
7. Holley—1st Ark. Rsg’t—killed near
Fayetteville, Ark.
8 Jarrett—Company G, “Plow Boys”
A>a —killed near Atlanta. G*
9 Thus. M —Company G, “Plow Boys”
Ala —lost left arm at Hatchens River,
Va.
10 John—Company G, “Plow Boys”
Ala.
II. David—Co. G, “Plow Beys” Ala-
A. W, Files
FROM HEAD TO FOOT.
Dear Geneials,—
Dear Colonels,—
Dear Majors,—
Dear Captains,—
Dear Lieutenants,—
Dear Sergeants,—
Dear Corporals,—
D k ar Privates,—
Dear Mothers,—
Dear Widows,—
Dear Wives,—
Dear Sons,—
Dear Daughters,—
Dear Grandchildren
of Confederate veterans I
Read this number of The Sunny South,
and send in your subscriptions.
This is no cold-blooded business propo
sition, but an appeal to yonr love of coun
try—the noblest of sentiments.
This writing is an unprompted plea by
the editor, who, though he makts no boast
of great war-like deeds, yet bore a gun as
a regular Confederate soldier from August,
1864 to the close of the war, and therefore
feels justified in speaking plainly, and
without apology to the “Veterans of the
South” from generals down to privates.
The Sunny South is devoted to the re
stored Union of the States, and will teach
as among its cardinal politioal tenets that
the young shall follow and uphold with
unflinching firmness and heart-felt devo
tion, the flag which at its birth wos borne
by Washington, and hallowed for all time
by his paternal touch.
But it will teach them with no less
earnestness that the Southrons of the six
ties resorted to arms with as much faith
in the justice of their cause as did the men
of 1776, and that their sacrifices, and suf
ferings, and courage, and devotion to
their side of the lamentable quarrel were
equal to those of the revolutionary
fathers.
It will remind them that the great
leaders are rapidly passing to the grave;
that those leaders with their last breaths
have defended the memories of them
selves and their old comrades, have
planned for the writing of just histories
of the causes, and conduct of the war, and
have organized the old soldiers into or
ganizations designed to foster these noble
objects and plans, and shield the maimed,
and the aged from want.
It will endeavor to pleroe their hearts
with the consciousness that these sacred
duties which their sires and grand-sires
are ab >ut to relinquish must be grasped
and borne by themselves, or fall into utter
neglect and oblivion, and that therefore
by coming together as Sons of Veterans
and by other appropriate means they
must begin to prepare for their inherited
trusts.
The Temple of Ypsambul in Nubia is cut
from a solid rocs, and its entrance is guar
ded by four statues, each sixty-five ft et
high, twenty five feet across the shoulders,
ttefree seven long, the ear over three
feet.
And to the phlegmatic few who in oppo
sition to the organization ot the veterans
and their sons, say that “the war is a
dead issue,” The Sunny South will re
ply—a dead issue only as to slavery and
secession. Bat as to its caases, and the
particulars of its conduct on both sides
the issue will live until competent and
impartial historians shall probe all ques
tions to the bottom and declare the re
sults of their inquiries.
These paragraphs are but a reiteration
of sentiments which have been heard in
every camp of Confederate veterans in the
country.
To quote the noble and beautiful words
of our Commander in Chief Gen. John B.
Gordon:
“You realize the great truth that a peo
ple without, the memories of heroic suffer
ing or sacrifice are a people without a his
tory.
To cherish such memories and re-call
such a past, wnether crowned with suc
cess or consecrated in defeat, is to idealize
principle ana strengthen character, in
tensify love of country, and convert de
feat and disaster into pillars of snpport tor
future manhood and *noble womanhood.
The devotion of the Southern people to
their glorious past is not only the surest
guarantee of future progrsss and the holi
es". bond of unity, but is also the strongest
claim that they can present te the confi
dence and respect of the other sections of
th« Union.
The united veterans “is a brotherhood
over which the genius of philanthropy and
patriotism, of truth and of justice, will
preside; of philanthropy, because it will
snccor the disabled, help the needy,
strengthen the weak, and cheer the die-
(consolate; of patriotism, because it will
cherish the past glories of the dead Con
federacy and transmute them into living
inspirations for fature service to the liv
ing republic; of truth, because it will seek
to gather and preserve as witnesses for
history the unimpeachable facts which
shall doom falsehood to die that truth may
live; of justice, btcanse it will cultivate
National, as well as Southern, fraternity,
and will condemn narrow-mindedness
and prejudice and passion, and cultivate
that broader, higher, and nobler senti
ment, which would write on the grave of
every soldier who fell on oar side, ‘Here
lies an American heio, a martyr to the
right as his conscience conceived it.’ ”
1 rejoice that a general organization, too
long neglected, has at last been perfected.
It is an organization which all honorable
men must approve and which Heaven it
self will blees I call upon you, therefore,
to organize in 6very State and community
where ex-Confederates may reside, and
rally to the support of the high and peace
ful bjects of the United Confederate Vet
erans, and move forward until by the
power of organization and persistent ef
fort year beneficent and Christian pur
poses are fully accomplished.”
To repeat aid enforce the foregoing
principles from week to week is the mis
sion of cur Gray and Blue Page. Its ad
dress to Southern men and women is
electrotyped and permanent. But in or
der that it may be effective it must cir
culate everywhere among veterans and
their kindred. It is possible to cir
culate the paper in large numbers
occasionally free of charge. But as it is
impracticable to do this continually, vast
numbers of people who should see
the paper fail to do so, and
volumes of precious historical in
cident are lost to them and their children
This, in a word, means that the old sol
diets and their kindred should place their
names on our subscription hooks, and we
request the secretaries, and commandeis
of camps, and especially the old leaders of
companies, regiments, brigades, divisions
etc., to call attention to this article and
the historical feature of the paper. It
only by such means that its plans can he
hastened onward to success. Have we
not shown that we are entitled to expect
your material support?
Gen. Wm. W. Allen.
Montgomery, Ala., August 1893.
Henry Clay Fairman, Editor.
Dear Sir: I am greatly pleased to oh
serve that you are giving so much space
in your excellent journal, “The Sunny
South,” to the “Gray and the Blue,” to
the end that historical data relating to the
straggle of the South for independence
may be preserved. This is a feature that
every veteran of the South cm most hear
tily commend, and will gratify all, both
men and women, who sympathized with
ns in our day s if trial, and be of exceed
ing interest to their children who have
been born and grown up since hostilities
ceased. Fraternally yours,
Wm. W. Allen.
Gen. Adam Juhutoa Again.
For the Grsy and the Blue.
Dear Editor: I noticed in your issue
of Sept. 23rd (last an article written by
one George C. Stedman in Missouri Re
pnblican 1864, headed Life and Death
a Famous Kentucky Soldier, Gen. Adam
Johnson. Ste&dman claims that Johnson
died in September 1864, by a yankee bulie
received in au action near Canton on the
Cumberland River. This was a beautiful
tribute of Stedman and I indorse every
statement save one, i. e tnat Johnson wa*
not killed at the time and place referred
to in tne letter.
About the first cf May 1865 I met Col
A. R. Johnson (stovepipe) in Greensboro.
N C. He commanded the 2nd brigade iu
Morgan’s division of cavalry. Col. Basil
Duke commanded the 7ch brigade, to
which I was attached. When I saw Col
Johnson at Greensboro N. C.I remarked to
him that ( had not seen nor heard from him
since I saw him swimming the Ohio river
He began to relate some of his adventures
to me when I beheld, alas! that he was
blind; made so by the ball which Stedman
thought bad killed him near Canton on
the Cumberland, and be he living or dead
today, I will loin Stedman in saying he
was a good man and a great soldier.
When I recall this eventful period of my
life I often wonder that Providence should
take from our ranks and cripple the best
men while the more unworthy in so many
instances are spared.
All such men as Morgan, Duke and
Johnson shall never die with me, and the
whole command shall ever occupy a warm
place in my heart.
It was composed of Kentucky’s and Ten
nessee’s most gallant sons. The manner
in which Gen Morgan was killed is too
bad to talk about. Had hi been killed in
battle or even as his brother Thomas I
would have felt better.
“May God have called nim” is my hope,
and may he rest from his labors is my
prayer.
To correct the error about the death of
Col Johnson is all I started out to do,
and haying done this I will check up 1
am afraid to commence on war reminiscen
ces, I would hardly know where to stop. I
love to read your paper, especially the
GAy and the Blue. F. M. Hark.
Vaundale, Ark , Oat., 1893.
In India twenty-five, million acres are
made fruitful by irrigation. In Egypt
there are about six million acres and in
Europe about five million. The United
States has about 4 000 000 acres of irrigated
lands.
Kul ge
8o ‘dteiin£
sort
THIBTY-IEVEXTH
a Private onMt„ t on B|d ^
Bowman Ga , Oat. le.b i«.
Editor Sunny South: ’
Dear Sir: Set ing so many stori*. nf ,,
battles and incidents of the Utewarwh S
I dearly love to read, I thought I
write one, and if you think u » *
publishing I will write again. ° Uh
What I will try to write about this tin.
is the battle of Missionary Rh'g e u-u *
I write will be what I saw, and d id **}
felt. 1 ac, I
If I mistake not it was the morning af .
ter the \anks took possession ot Li ir
Mountain that we were drawn m i ^
of battle on top of Mission **
in single line and very
at that, behind some ouri
temporary breastworks. WtllwehoA of
been there very long before a> s*w 6?*
valley between the Bulge and Chau„«n
blue with yanks. It took tnem some 2?
to get in range cf cur guns, but thev
near enough to vive them the best wA ,
There was an effioer in front of his ’
a gray horse, but he did not stay
long before he tumbled eff, and his hnr
trotted b. ok to the rear I don’t kun
whether the rider was killed or not th
yanks kepi coming line af.er line and
they got to the foot of the ridge the blrS
and timber hid them from 0Ur
view and the hrst thing we knew thevh^i
routed our men and taken a battery 0 no»i
right. We had orders then to fill back in
we got in a right smart hurry about thVt
time and while w» were trotting off down
the hill I noticed that some of the bjv*
were “running out of their harness,” as we
called it then ; so I let my kuapsack fail
off my shoulders; but 1 had not gone m-rs
than ten steps further before I thought of
all my sweeti ear-a letters in my kuapsaA
and I stopped to go beck ana
it; but when 1 looked back, behold, there
were too many blue coats up there for me
I knew I had matters fi ted so that I would
get my girl if I lived to get home, anyhow
so I trotted on uutil I caught up with
General Tyler, our bragadier general. He
was trying to ially his men, but met wuh
poor success. He was r.diug, ana just H .i
I got up bv his side he was shit through
the leg. He called fur a bondage to tie
around bis leg. I took my pooket hand,
kerchief and lied it around his leg. n a
roce on a few steps, but got so sick he
had to get off hi* horse and be
taken away on a litter. Ho turned Lis
horse over to me to take charge of. I
mounted and rode ou till I caught up
with the command, and there I lounci a
man that had been shot t-l rough tbe foot.
I nad him to get up behind me and I start
ed to the field hospital with him, and had
not gone but a little distance before I
caught np with my brother, who had been
shot on the knee. I tri«d to get him to
ride and let me walk He advised me to
go on with the one I had wiiere be could
have attention, and come back after
(theis that were iu a worae fix than him
self. So £ took him at his woid I went
back and got another who was wounded
pretty bauly in the kuee. I started back
after another but the yanks were pushing
us so close that I had to turn back. I
went to the hospital to see if I could find
General Tyler, to know what to do with
his horse. I soon found him and Colonel
Rudler of my regiment. Th*y were lying
on the same pallet both shot through the
leg So General Tyler said I could turn
»is horse over to Captain Woolf or Msj >r
Woolf, I dis-remember which, but he
said I would have to help
put him and Colonel Rudler ou the
train which was about ready to start
which I did. I then went back to get the
horse to turn over to Woolf and it was in
my route to go back by the bed of straw
the general and colonel had just left, and
there I found Colonel Rudier’s canteen
and haversack.
ThjB haversack had about a half dezen
biscuits and a piece of boiled ham and a
flask of whiskey in it, and as the train had
left I swung them where my knapsack
had hung but a few hours before.
I knew they were Colonel Rudier’s be
cause his name was cut on tbe strap cf the
canteen and the haversack. I have tbe
haversack yet. I tarried it through the
I did not know but what he would return
to his regiment where I could return it to
him. I would be glad to know whether
he and General Tyier ate living, or what
has become of them. I have never beard
from them since I helped to put them on
the train.
Well, I am afraid I am making my let
ter too lone, I will have to close.
I found Wooll’a quarters and turned the
horse over to him, and by that time the
Yanks were driving our rear guard *nd
pickets in- This wasjat Chic-«miugu4 Sta
tion. The last train was then about ready
to start. I got on top of an' old
rickety freight box and then and there in-
joyed the best sapper I had eaten
for months. Biscuit and boiled ham and
a little whisky. By this time night was
advanciBg. The train pulled out lor Dal
ton and after two or three break downs
and about a dozen stops we got to Dalton
about twelve o’clock, where I found my
command.
I will close, as tti* is my first; and if it
is published my next will be what I did
and saw in the battle of Decatur, or the
Blackbory charge, as we called it
David T. Simmons,
Private Co. B., 37tn Ga. Regiment.
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