Military Annals of Tennessee Part Two from Chattanoooga to the End of the war. Including the "Dead" roster.
	After the battle of Chickamauga Cheatham's division was broken up, because it was composed entirely of Tennesseans, and in battle its losses were too severe for one State to sustain. At Chickamauga it had suffered more than any division, according to strength, and the loss on a single State was deemed out of fair proportion. The order, however, caused deep and loud discontent. In the battle of Missionary Ridge Gen. Maney's brigade occupied the right wing, over or near the tunnel of the East Tennessee and Virginia railroad, where a battery of twelve guns was stationed. It was supposed to be the most vulnerable position in the line. The brigade was formed in two lines. In the front line was the First Tennessee and -----. In the second line was the Sixth and Ninth and -----, the Sixth and Ninth supporting the First. It was only slightly engaged, although under fire most of the day. The position was charged seven times, but the First Regiment held its place, the Sixth and Ninth only appearing for a few minutes from time to time when the peril was greatest. Right here I wish to say from frequent conversations with members of the Sixth and Ninth, as well as from general history, I am proud to testify that there was not, in courage and morale, from the Potomac to the Rio Grande, a regiment superior to the First Tennessee, under Col. Field. This fact is due, first, to the fine material of which the regiment was composed, and largely also to the splendid military parts and brilliant courage of Col. Field. The position held by Maney's brigade on Missionary Ridge was never taken. The brigade did not know until 8 or 9 o'clock at night that the Confederate army had been defeated. It was then cut off from all open lines of retreat, and was forced to press guides and escape through fields and forests and by circuitous routes. The morning after the retreat from Missionary Ridge Maney's brigade found itself, weary and foot-sore, near Graysville, at Cat's Creek, but in front of the enemy. In a little while Hooker's corps came up and made an attack, which the tired brigade gallantly repulsed. In this brilliant little affair the Sixth and Ninth bore a conspicuous part. Gen. Maney was wounded here. The following circumstances occurring near this point were related by Orderly Sergeant W.H. Bruton, of Company A, Sixth Regiment. The brigade found the bridge across Chickamauga River at Graysville burned, and that deep little stream swollen. The night was dark and bitter cold. Close in their rear could be heard the dull rolling of artillery carriages, and upon either side the enemy's cavalry could be heard taking positions on the rocky roads which ran parallel. Gloomier still, the weary soldiers could hear the splash and plunge of their own artillery as it was abandoned and rolled into the river. More gloomy than all this, they could hear men riding off on the artillery horses, evidently bent on escaping a pressing peril. Gen. Gist, of Georgia, had come up and assumed command. He had evidently made up his mind to surrender, or rather to have the gallant men to do so. Soon the order came down the weary lines to "stack arms." Gen. Gist and his staff then rode off, and the brigade firmly believed that it was abandoned to its fate, and that seemed to be death or surrender. The men fully appreciated the peril, and were determined not to surrender without a struggle. At this juncture Col. Farquaharson, of the Fourth Tennessee Confederate Regulars, came up and proposed to lead the brigade out. The men resumed their arms, and stripping, placed their clothes on their bayonets, and thus quietly forded the river, the icy waters coming up to the necks of most of them, and forcing some to swim. But the brigade succeeded in crossing, and their fires on "the hills beyond the flood" were the first notice he enemy had that their prey had escaped. At sunup the next morning the travel-worn, battle-begrimed brigade passed into the lines of its own army, through Cleburne's division drawn up at Ringgold to receive Hooker's pursuing corps. Cleburne's men warmly greeted and cheered the gallant brigade as it marched safely through its lines. The terrible repulse experienced by Hooker's corps a few months later, at the hands of Cleburne's immortal division, is one of the proudest chapters in the South's history. The successful retreat of Maney's brigade was a nine-days wonder, heightened as it was by the fact that the men bore every one of their wounded officers and comrades with them in safety to Ringgold. Col. Farquaharson was the hero of the hour, and the boys to this day never weary telling of this perilous and terrible retreat, in which the privates outgeneraled their own General and the enemy. On reaching Dalton the feeling among the various regiments and brigades that composed Cheatham's old division became so intense on the subject of a reunion, or the reestablishment of the division, that a most complimentary general order was issued by Gen. Joseph E. Johnston, commanding the division to be formed as of old. This feeling received a kind of halo from the events of Missionary Ridge and the retreat. During that battle every point at which a brigade of the old division was placed was successfully held to the last, and in the retreat the night of the battle, and the next day, several brigades of the old division drifted together and joined themselves with "Mars Frank." Many of the boys saw the hand of Providence in this strange chance, and their demand for restoration was stimulated by a kind of superstition, or religious enthusiasm. At all events, the restoration was made, and the meeting of the brigades in camp at Dalton was one of the sublimest occasions in the history of the war. They cheered and embraced each other with feeling, and when Gen. Cheatham appeared among them they gathered around him with shouts of joy. The General was very much affected, and found himself unable to speak the promptings of his heart; but he took from his pocket a gold coin, and tossing it in the air, while his eyes rained tears, exclaimed, "Boys, you are as good as that!" In the brilliant retrograde movement from Dalton, under Gen. Joe Johnston, Cheatham's division divided honors with Cleburne's in the perilous duty of rear-guard. Almost daily there were events of interest. At Resaca the division was engaged on the 15th of May, and repulsed the enemy and drove them a mile. At New Hope there were skirmishes. The Sixth and Ninth were posted in a grave-yard, which position was assaulted repeatedly by the enemy, but which was held to the last by the regiment. The boys say that this was a grave-yard engagement, and that they were never before or afterward so suggestively situated. They stood in the midst of graves and grew fruit at the muzzle of muskets for more graves. They made breastworks of tombstones, and sheltered behind the mounds that sepulchered innocence and childhood; they fought and died and triumphed amid the tombs of a generation that had not dreamed of civil war. The next battle in which the Sixth and Ninth took conspicuous part was on the Kennesaw Line. Here it was daily under fire from June 25th to the night of July 2d. On June 27th it held the left angle of the famous "Dead Point," the First Tennessee holding the right angle, in front of which the severest fighting occurred. These positions were maintained until the army withdrew on the night of the 3d of July. During the fearful struggle of the 27th, when the Federals swarmed in front of the angle held by the First Tennessee, and threw themselves upon it en masse, at the most critical moment the Sixth and Ninth was ordered to the breach, and came up in gallant style to the assistance of the First. The enemy were driven back with great slaughter, and the First gallantly declaring its ability to hold the line, the Sixth and Ninth resumed their original position. In their right front the enemy lay thick on the ground. The right was the old Sixth part of the regiment, and it is entitled to share a portion of the honors of the wonderful defense. The annals of war hardly produce a parallel to this prolonged and fierce struggle. The Confederates at this point were intrenched behind rifle-pits with log encrownments, on a slope of Kennesaw Mountain. The frail works, by some oversight or in the haste of construction, were places within about fifty yards of a bluff easy of approach, and behind which the enemy could form in comparative safety for a dash on the Confederate lines; and this was done. The enemy massed under this bluff and dashed repeatedly on the "Dead Angle," to be gloriously repulsed, and with terrific slaughter. At one time they came at the Confederates seven lines deep, the men having been freely supplied with whisky to make them more desperate. They came with a rush, like ocean waves driven by a hurricane, trampling their own dead and wounded, sweeping on as if by an irresistible impulse, to dash and break and reel and die against the Confederate works, and stagger back like drunken men, broken and routed. In this charge many Federals gained the top of the rude works assailed, to be hurled off by clubbed muskets or on the points of bayonets. The steadiness of the thin line of Confederate, their unflinching firmness, their matchless nerve, rose to the sublimest heights or martyrdom. It may be fairly doubted if any other troops on earth would have made such a charge, and none others on earth could have successfully resisted such an overmatched and desperate assault. During this assault D.A. Whitehorn, a Color-bearer in the Federal lines, fell across the Confederate works as he planted his flag and turned to wave his comrades on. This flag was a trophy of the brave defenders of the "Dead Angle" to the close of the war, and the gallant Whitehorn's canteen, belt, cartridge box, short-sword, etc., became souvenirs of priceless value. W.H. Bruton, Orderly Sergeant of Co. H, and George T. Fortune, of the same company, Sixth Regiment, fell heirs to the brave Color-bearer's mess-spoon, and used it to the end of the war. It is due to these brave men to say that they cherished this souvenir of a gallant enemy befittingly, and always paid to it a chivalrous respect in honor of the gallant foe to whom it had belonged. During the siege of Atlanta the Sixth and Ninth were daily on duty, and occasionally under very heavy artillery fire. The men were under artillery fire, more or less, day and night, and several were killed by shells as they lay sleeping, and dreaming it may be of distant homes, and of a peace whose blessing they were not to know in this life, but which, may we not hope, they and others who fell enjoy in beautific visions from the spirit-land and on the farther shore of "time to be." Among those struck dead while sleeping, was Joe Cock, of Co. H. He was asleep beside his Captain - A.B. Jones - when a shell struck and instantly killed him, his warm blood bespattering Captain Jones as it flowed freely from his warm, quivering, breathless body. The battles of the 21st and 22d of July, fought under the orders of Gen. Hood, were remarkable for desperation and dash on the part of the Confederates engaged, and for steadiness and splendid discipline on the part of the Federals. Sherman's left wing was to be turned, and his rear threatened so as to force him back from Atlanta, or to fight a general battle at right angles with his line of advance and retreat. Cheatham's and Cleburne's divisions formed the extreme of the Confederate right, and were to do the principal fighting; but an attack in another quarter was to be the signal of assault for them, and this was delayed so long that the enemy discovered the movement on their left and rear and formed their lines and dug rifle-pits to resist the assault. Hence, instead of taking the enemy by surprise and in reverse on the 22d, Cheatham and Cleburne found McPherson's corps prepared for assault. The fighting was most brilliant and desperate. These two crack Confederate divisions vied with each other, and fairly raced for the honor of being first to gain the enemy's works. They swept forward to the assault like a storm on the sea, and carried every thing before them. The enemy's frail works were carried at the point of the bayonet after a series of desperate hand-to-hand contests. Gen. McPherson, the heroic and brilliant commander of the Federal corps, fell while rallying his troops to renewed exertions. Col. Walker, of the Nineteenth Tennessee, who commanded Maney's old brigade of which the Sixth and Ninth formed a part, fell leading the brigade. In this assault Maney's brigade claimed to have been first that passed the enemy's works, and to have pressed farther forward than any portion of the Confederate line. The Federals were driven a half mile or more, and if other assaulting columns had done as well as Cheatham's and Cleburne's, or had they been timely reinforced, Sherman's left would have been turned and his whole army probably defeated. The Sixth and Ninth were in the line that swept over where Gen. McPherson fell, and a splendid battery captured fell to the credit of their brigade. In this charge George W. Darden (son of Col. Darden, of Henderson county, who was the largest man in the world, weighing over seven hundred pounds), of Co. G, Sixth Regiment, fell mortally wounded with his back to the earth and feet to the foe. He was a brave and eccentric man; generous to a fault, yet he was without faith in Christianity, and led the life of a wanderer and a waif. He served in the Mexican war with credit when very young. His eccentricity and reckless nerve did not forsake him as he lay dying on that field of blood. Near him was a terribly wounded Federal, whose cries were heart-rending. These cries greatly disturbed Darden, who had composed himself to die, as he said, in peace. He appealed to the wounded Federal to keep quiet and die like a man. He said: "You disturb me very much. I am wounded unto death as well as you. An hour at most and both of us will have passed away, and for the sake of a common manhood let us die calmly and like men of courage." But the wails of the desperately wounded Federal in nowise abated. Darden, with great effort, dragged himself to the wounded Federal, and, after examining his wounds carefully, said: "Friend, you can't live long; your sufferings are great, and you will not let me die peacefully. Hence, for the sake of both of us, I will end your agonies." And with these words he raised himself as well as he could, placed a loaded rifle to the Federal soldier's breast and fired. The soldier died without a struggle, and Darden laid himself calmly by his side, pillowed his head against a stump, and remarking, "Now I can die in peace," passed away without a sound or struggle, or a prayer that any one ever heard. All this was observed and heard by wounded men of the regiment who lay near the scene. The impression on their minds was deep, and the story is repeated at every gathering of the survivors of that terrible battle to this day. At Jonesboro, Ga., on August 26th, the regiment next met the enemy in overwhelming numbers, and who would, but for their wholesome respect for the terrific fighting qualities of Cheatham's and Cleburne's division, have captured the "the gray line" that held them in check for hours. The Sixth and Ninth were not, however, very heavily engaged at this point. The principal fighting was done by Gen. Gordon's brigade, Cheatham's division. I am told that more brilliant work was never performed than did Gordon's brigade on this occasion. A remarkable feat, however, was performed by a member of the Sixth and Ninth. During the heavy artillery fire which the regiment sustained during much of the day, a cannon-ball came bounding across a rolling plain directly toward W.H. Bruton, Orderly Sergeant of Co. H. It was touching the ground in high places. Bruton saw it coming, and realized his peril in an instant. There was barely a moment for reflection. That was enough, however. To jump to either side was impracticable, to stand still was to lose both legs, and probably life; so Bruton, with exact calculation, leaped high into the air, and the deadly missile passed under him, striking and demolishing a half-rotten stump about a hundred yards in the rear. It is claimed that this feat is without parallel, and Mr. Bruton stands alone in history as the successful jumper of a cannon-ball. A sharp engagement followed this at Lovejoy on the 27th and 28th of August, and then the flank movement to Tennessee began. Of the long march through Georgia and Alabama and into Tennessee - the skirmishes and hardships - I will say nothing here; nor is it my province to criticize that campaign, or to say where and when mistakes were made. I go direct to the great and unprecedentedly bloody battle of Franklin, where Cheatham's old division of Tennesseans sealed with blood and stamped with glory forever its record of steady, dashing, heroic courage. The battle of Franklin was fought November 30, 1864. The Federals, under Gen. Schofield, occupied a strong natural position, which they made stronger by first-class earth-works. The approaches were through open fields from a mile to a mile and a half in width. In front of the position assaulted by Cheatham's old division, groves of locust-trees had been cut down, behind which the first line of Federals received the assault. Gen. Cheatham was commanding the corps, and Gen. John C. Brown the old division. The division moved to the assault with its left on the Columbia pike. Moving parallel, with its right on the Franklin pike, was Cleburne's division. There had long been a generous rivalry between those two superb commands. Owing to its splendid achievements at Ringgold, Cleburne's division "held the edge" on the famous Tennesseans. Hence again at Franklin, as on the 22d of July before Atlanta, these two divisions raced for first honors. In splendid style, their officers gallantly urging them on, the crack divisions of the Western Army moved through shot and shell to the desperate work before them. It was a splendid sight. The entire field was in full view over which the eighteen brigades of Hood's army moved to the assault. From the rifle-pits and the locust zerebas in the front of the main works of the Federal infantry poured a terrific fire, while from the main works and from the heights beyond the river more than a hundred cannon volleyed and thundered upon the advancing host. But there was no halting nor wavering, and over the fire-swept plain the assaulting column advanced, closing up the dreadful gaps of death like the "Old Guard" at Waterloo. With a yell and a rush, and at the point of the bayonet, the first line of works was carried, but no halt was made. On and on, with guns at right-shoulder-shift, dashed the heroic lines. Yet a half mile of open ground remains to be crossed. The firing from the main works was now terrific. Not a soldier of that gallant army had ever experienced a fire so dreadful. The hundred cannon, double-shotted, swept the plain, and the roll of twenty thousand muskets was incessant and appalling. But on swept the determined Confederates - never firing a gun, never cheered by the boom of a cannon of their own, never wavering, eyes to the front, "Victory or death" ringing in every heart! Officers and men fell like dead leaves when forests are shaken. The glorious Cleburne fell, and the dashing Granbury. Of Cheatham's old division Strahl, Carter, and Gist fell, and Brown and Gordon were wounded. And yet on swept that glorious line of gray. At last, the plain behind them strewn with the dead and wounded until the dead and wounded outnumbered the living, the assaulting column reeled against the strong works behind which the Federal army fought in comparative security, and with the nerve and cool destructiveness that became veterans. The works reached, a ditch must be crossed and an embankment climbed. The Federal fire became now more terrific, all their reserves being brought into action. Then it was that on the right and left the Confederates recoiled and reeled back across the fatal plain to the rifle-pits and locust zerebas just taken. Of all that assaulting column Cheatham's old division alone held its ground. This division, with every general and field officer killed or wounded, except Col. Hurt, who commanded the Sixth and Ninth, with half its number strewn on the plains, scrambled across the ditch and climbed upon the works, driving the Federals out and taking possession. Having repulsed the Confederates at all other points, the Federals rallied and charged Cheatham's devoted division, confident of annihilating or capturing it. The division, quickly noting its peril, placed the embankment of the works they had taken between them and the Federals, and held their perilous position with matchless heroism and unequaled valor to the end. Assailed in front, subject to a terrific cross-fire from angles in the works to the right and to the left, the old division stood firm and poured a destructive fire into their assailants in front. Alone they stood amid ten thousand, volleyed and thundered at from three sides - stood, and died, and conquered. The Federals gained the opposite side of the earth-works, but could not cross or dislodge their enemy. They glared into each others eyes, fought with clubbed guns, but like gladiators, toe to toe, fought and died, but never turned back or wavered. It was a sublime moment. The old division was standing on the sacred soil of its grand old mother, Tennessee. It was making a last heroic effort for home and cause. The eyes of mother, wife, sweetheart, in hearing as it were of the battle's thunder, watched, and waiting wept. Its comrades, after prodigies of valor, had reeled back from the impossible. It stood alone of all the assaulting host, using the enemy's works against himself - alone in the fiery-red jaws of a hell of battle. The Spartans at Thermopylae, the "Light Brigade" at Balaklava, the "Old Guard" at Waterloo, do not overmatch it in situation or equal it in results. It stood there in the jaws of death - stood and conquered. The twilight came, and then darkness; and still these immortal Tennesseans stood and conquered. The night was hideous with the red glare of battle, the dead and wounded encumbered their movements, exhaustion threatened; and yet they stood and conquered. It was the old division's last supreme effort, while hope yet remained - its last confident struggle for cause and home; and it stood like the "Old Ironsides" at Nasby - stood and sublimely conquered. Early after the darkness set in, the Confederates rallied and renewed the assault on the right and left; the enemy gave way, and Franklin was taken. But when the Confederates poured in, there, in the midst of the dead and dying, their visages blackened with smoke out of all recognition, stood Cheatham's division, masters of the works they had taken at the first, masters of the field, the unquestioned heroes of the battle, the matchless division of the Western Army. There it stood amid the wrecks of battle, amid its dead that outnumbered its living, without a general officer left, but one field officer able for duty, the division commanded by a colonel, regiments by captains and lieutenants, companies by sergeants and corporals. Orderly Sergeant W.H. Bruton was the ranking officer left in the original Sixth Regiment, and he and George T. Fortune were all that was left of the original Southern Guards, Sixth Regiment. But two braver men never lived or died, and they were worthy to be the living monuments of their heroic comrades, the last of the Southern Guards. In this terrible battle the Sixth and Ninth Regiment did its duty, and that in such a battle tells the whole story. Many instances of personal heroism are told, but the following will suffice to illustrate the spirit of the men on this great occasion. When the main works were reached and the terrible struggles for possession took place, Clay Barnes, private in Co. E, Sixth Regiment, was first to mount the parapet. He instantly seized the United States flag that proudly waved from the rampart, and a desperate struggle between him and its bearer took place. In the struggle Barnes killed the Federal with the butt of his gun, and tore the flag from its staff, and with a shout of triumph crammed it in his bosom and cheered his comrades to the rescue. As before described, the works were carried, and Clay Barnes, of the Sixth, was the first man upon them, and captured the first flag. He still lives near Spring Creek, in Madison county, and is as quiet and industrious in peace as he was gallant in war. In the battle of Nashville, the line held by Cheatham’s division was not broken, and the command was exposed to great peril in the retreat, owing to the enemy being on both its flanks before the defeat of our army was realized. The evening of the retreat a Federal cavalry regiment charged the Sixth and Ninth, but soon found they had run up against the “business end of a hornet,” and got away as quickly as they came, yet not before a good many saddles were emptied. The Sixth and Ninth were among the troops that next day repulsed the enemy’s advance near Spring Hill. With its brigade it formed a part of the rear-guard from Duck River until the Tennessee River was crossed. The enemy pressed the retreating army fiercely, and the read-guard was engaged almost every hour from Columbia to Pulaski. Between Lynnville and Richland Creek, the fighting was incessant and bloody. At Elk River the Federal advance received a terrible repulse, which made them so cautious that the Confederate retreat from thence on was almost unmolested. This retreat was felt by nearly every soldier as the last, and the end was deemed not far off. Hundreds of the men were without shoes, and literally left trails of blood on the half-frozen ground over which they marched. The sufferings of the Sixth and Ninth were great, but there was no faltering. The regiment, though in despair of the cause for which it had fought and suffered so long, lost none of its discipline or splendid fighting qualities, but on this retreat maintained its fame unsullied as one of the crack regiments of the most brilliant division in the Western Army. Of the dreary march through Alabama, Georgia, and South Carolina, into North Carolina, I will not write. The end came at Greensboro, N.C., on the 26th of April, 1865, when the regiment surrendered with Johnston’s army. At the surrender, the regiment numbered about one hundred men, and was commanded by Maj. Robert C. Williamson – now a lawyer at Memphis – who had been promoted during the last hours of the crumbling Confederacy for long and brilliant soldierly qualities. Among the other promotions was that of T.A. (Top) Reid, who was the only member of his company – the Danes – at the surrender, and who had served as a private throughout the war. He informed the writer that he was in every battle in which the Sixth participated, and was wounded five times, though at no time severely. It may be said of the Sixth Regiment that it never needed to be led into battle by dashing officers, but that it always went at what it was ordered with promptness and resolution. The privates were as dashing as the officers, and always did as much leading in battle; and yet its officers were brave men, and did their duty on all occasions. Its officers, from first to last, were good men, and retained throughout the war the respect and confidence of the men; and yet it is true, and deserves to be immortalized in history, that the privates of the Sixth and the Sixth and Ninth were at all times as daring as their officers, and on no occasion required the example of official dash to stimulate to duty, however, perilous. There are officers and men who deserve special mention, in addition to those whose names appear in connection with incidents related in this sketch, but the space allotted to me is already largely overdrawn. But I must mention one private soldier, and through him pay the tribute due his comrades. In Jackson today may be seen a quiet, delicate man, moving about in the discharge of official duty. Exposure and hardships have frosted his beard and head. He talks but little, and that little rarely of the war; and yet he entered the Sixth Regiment a boy, under military age, and served in the field through all the chances and changes, marches and battles of the war to the end. In every battle he was at the front, and from beginning to end never shirked a duty nor failed to respond to the call to arms. His name is George T. Fortune, and he is esteemed by his comrades one and all as the model soldier, the first man at all times to step to the front when volunteers were called to lead a forlorn-hope, or to do a desperate piece of work – “the bravest of the brave,” a soldier every inch, to whom the sound of battle was music and the “imminent deadly breach” a feast of soul. The organization of the Sixth Regiment has been kept up since the war, and under its auspices “Memorial Day” in Jackson has for eighteen years been observed with solemn pageantry. Its present officers are Robert Gates, Colonel,; R.A. Mays, Lieutenant-colonel; George T. Fortune, Major; F.W. Henry, Adjutant. The fame of the regiment is a proud inheritance which the people of Madison cherish, and should the Union in the future need the services of brave defenders, this county may be relied on to send fourth another Sixth Regiment, as gallant and true as the old one whose members are rapidly passing away, but whose glory is immortal. Official.] Field and Staff, Sixth Tennessee Infantry. Colonels, George C. Porter and William H. Stephens; Lieutenant-colonel, Timothy P. Jones; Major, George C. Porter; Surgeon, R.R. Dashiell; Assistant Surgeon, John S. Fenner; Commissary, James E. Givens; Adjutant, Alfred N. Thomas. COMPANY A Captain, J.A. Wilder. Chillon, E.J., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. Jones, R.A., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. McColpin, J.H., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. Purois, Jason, k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. Peebles, R.E., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. Tomlinson, G.H., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. Thomas, J.E., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862. Voss, W.J., d. at Jackson, Tenn., April 15, 1862. Harris, L.C., k. at Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Raynor, T.A., d. in hospital at Atlanta, Ga. Ross, C.W., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Garrett, A.D., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Palmer, C.R., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Richmond, N.D.F., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Shaw, J.D., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Estes, T.E., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Estes, M.P., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. COMPANY B Captains: G.G. Person and R.M. Sharp. Person, Capt. G.G., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Harris, D.C., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Bumpass, J.M., d. May 19, 1862. Thomas, M.T., d. Aug. 26, 1862. Warner, J.A., d. April 3, 1863. Haynie, J.M., d. May 27, 1863. COMPANY C Captains: W.W. Freeling and T.B. Rains. Rains, Capt. T.B., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Butler, Lieut. N.A., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct 8, 1862. Ayres, John L., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Vantrece, Thomas, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Weaver, W.S., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1862. Haltom, W.H., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1862. Jones, J.M., d. Feb 1, 1864. Adams, Newton H., d. June 29, 1861. Taylor, John D., d. June 3, 1861. McGuire, D.B., d. July 14, 1861. Reeves, J.R., d. April 27, 1863. Haltom, J. Calvin, d. May 22, 1862. Temple, J.W., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Black, G.W., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Emmerson, J.T., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Morgan, E.H., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Tims, J.B., k. at the battle of Shiloh. COMPANY D Captains: R.C. Williamson and W.M.R. Johns. Barton, Edward, k. at the battle of Shiloh. Nelson, J.A., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Humphreys, C.W., k. at the battle of Shiloh. McCuthen, R.R., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Neilson, T.J., k. at the battle of Shiloh. McAdams, J., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Stewart, F.D., d. May, 1862. Boals, T.W., k. at the bettle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Carpenter, J.F., k. at Murfreesboro. Poor, R.J., k. at Chickamauga. Thomas, C.R., k. July 22, 1864. Thompson, W.M., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Spain, J.E., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Hillard, J.H., d. April 10, 1862. Mallard, F.E., d. May 20, 1862. Seabrooks, Lieut. Edward, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Hall, S.W., k. in battle. Shaw, J.C., k. in battle. Wiseman, H.T., (formerly a member of Co. E, Thirty-seventh Mississippi Volunteers), k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. COMPANY E Captains: James M. Woolard and J.L. Brown. Kirby, Jesse H., d. at Camp Brown, June 8, 1861. Jones, W.S., d. at the residence of Capt. Jas. M. Woolard, July 11, 1861. Debwain, T.J., k. at Murfreesboro. Watt, J.C., d. Dec. 8, 1862. Smothers, R.A., d. at Tullahoma, May 25, 1863. Young, J.W., d. at Greenville, Ala., Aug. 31, 1863. Ross, J.A., k. at Missionary Ridge, Sept. 22, 1863. Day, T.C., d. Oct. 7, 1863. Bennett, R.R., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Skew, J.B., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. Goodrich, B.R., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. COMPANY F Captain, J.F. Newsom. Bragden, George M., d. at Camp Brown. Jones, George, d. at Camp Brown. Barber, G.W., d. May 27, 1864. Davis, E.H., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Davis, William, k. at the battle of Shiloh. Ryan, Daniel, d. from wounds, May 1, 1862. Williams, A.B., d. in hospital. COMPANY G Captain, J.B. Freeman. McCullough, W.M., d. July 11, 1861. Askew, James, d. Robertson, Battle, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Gillihan, J.G., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Davis, Richard, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862. Shelton, William H., k. at Perryville. Darden, G.W., k. in battle. Henderson, J.W., k. in battle. COMPANY H Captains: William Clinton Penn and A.B. Jones. Wilson, Robert W., d. July 25, 1861. Taylor, Lieut. George W., d. Jan. 18, 1862. Campbell, J.J., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Eppenger, A.F., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Hadaway, W.J., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Smith, B.H., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Pyles, Walter A., d. July 19, 1862 Hutchings, T.E., k. at the battle of Perryville, Oct. 8, 1862. Maker, James, d. Feb. 12, 1863. Campbell, A.A., k. at Chickamauga. Steadman, B.P., k. near Atlanta, Ga., July 21, 1864. Cock, J.L., k. near Atlanta, Ga., July 21, 1864. COMPANY I Captains: James M. Collinsworth and William J. McKinney. Harris, Robert, d. June 23, 1861. Carter, J.C.K., d. April 6, 1862. Arnold, Nathan J., d. April 7, 1862. Arnold, M.E., d. April 6, 1862. Young, Allen. H., d. April 7, 1862. Hollyfield, Valentine, d. Aug. 2, 1862. Pearson, Robert W., d. April 6, 1862. Hoodson, W.E., d. Oct. 28, 1862. Carter, Lieut. C.M., k. at the battle of Perryville. Cox, W.E., d. at Chattanooga, March 22, 1863. Allen, Joseph W., d. May 24, 1863. Herrin, J.K., d. at Chattanooga, July 15, 1863. Wilson, J.M., d. at Murfreesboro, Jan., 1863. Dungan, J.J.A., k. at the battle of Chickamauga. COMPANY K Captain, John Ingram. Beaty, John, d. June 5, 1861. Byrd, James, d. March 28, 1862. Byram, R.R., d. May 2, 1862. Caldwell, W.G., k. at the battle of Shiloh. Walker, B.C., d. Sept. 25, 1862. Weatherby, S.E., k. at the battle of Perryville. Summerim, B., d. in prison at Chicago, Ill. McBride, L., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863. Stanley, M.A., k. in battle. Miller, William, k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863. Matfitt, A.E., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863. Barnett, J.B., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863. Tyson, J.A., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863. Pope, J.M., k. at the battle of Perryville. COMPANY L Captains: M.D. Merriweather and W.W. Fulsom. Henning, John, d. June 24, 1862. Crawford, Mark, k. at the battle of Perryville. Sargent, A.F., k. at the battle of Perryville. Walker, W.P., d. in Atlanta, Ga., April 8, 1863. Allison, F.M., d. at Chattanooga, July 15, 1862. Kendrick, W.A., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863. Scruggs, Thomas, k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
		Go to Military Annals of Tennessee PART ONE.
		Back