EAST TENNESSEE THIRTY-TWO
LONG YEARS AGO.
Romance in the Lives of Two Broth-
ers who Became Estranged by the War.
One is Wealthy Now and the Other Has
Been Pursued by Frowns of Fortune.
day in April, an elderly gentleman, a stranger, sank to the sidewalk
on Elm street, as if shot through the brain. He had been stricken
down by a stroke of apoplexy. The good Samaritan appeared on
the scene and the unfortunate stranger was taken to the hospital,
where it was discovered that he was paralyzed. He had lost the
power of speech, and for six weeks, could not say a word. Some
three weeks ago, he began to improve rapidly. His speech returned,
and, at times, he would chat with Dr. V. P. Armstrong, who had
done all in his power to restore to health, the unknown. He had
no money when admitted to the hospital, and when he recovered
his lost powers, was very reticent and had but little to say
of the past. Finally, one day, Dr. Armstrong said to him:
12, 1893, Dallas Daily Times Herald, p. 2, col. 3.
"Mr. Blank, have you no relatives?"
"Yes," was the reply,
"a brother, and a sister at St. Louis. I do not care to
write to my brother. We parted in anger thirty-two years ago."
Dr. Armstrong expressed surprise
and plunged into the conversation with zest.
"Thirty-two years ago, in
a Tennessee village," said the patient, "there were
four brothers, all young men. I was one of the four. Two sided
with the south, and two with the north. One night, we quarreled,
and only the tears of mother and sisters averted a bloody battle
between the male members of the divided household. The next morning,
two of the boys rode away to the Confederate army, and the other
two hastened, at once, to the Federal camp. One became a lieutenant
on the staff of Gen. John Morgan, the Confederate cavalry raider;
another, a lieutenant on the staff of Gen. Phil. Sheridan. They
fought through the war on opposite sides, and the man who was
found in an unconscious condition on the Elm street sidewalk
was the eldest of the four boys. He wore the blue and was one
of "little Phil's" staff officers."
Acting under the advice of Dr.
Armstrong, the veteran of the war forwarded a letter to his sister,
who is a resident of St. Louis. Ten days passed by and no answer
came. Saturday, a well-to-do citizen of Waco came to the city
hospital. He was agitated, and his voice was tremulous with suppressed
excitement. He called for Dr. Armstrong and that gentleman responded.
In his hand, the Waco gentleman held the letter written by the
old boy in blue to his sister in St. Louis. With tears glistening
in his eyes, the gentleman said:
"Doctor, you have in your
charge, my brother." We separated in anger, at our boyhood
home in Tennessee, thirty-two years ago. I fought for the south;
he against it. I wish to see him."
The request was granted, and a
moment later, these two old gray-beards were locked in each others
arms, weeping like two children. Over the re-union, the curtain
rings down. Morgan's old comrade-in-arms was overjoyed. He came
up town, purchased a magnificent suit of clothing, Stetson hat,
under-clothing, collars, cuffs and all other needed accessories
of a gentleman's wardrobe, and returned to the hospital. Yesterday,
the two brothers, so strangely united, departed for Waco, where
the man who wore the blue will spend his declining years with
the one who wore the gray, and upon whom, fortune has smiled
since the dark days of internecine strife. He is an old bachelor,
which is the only black spot on his record.
During the time the gentleman was
at the hospital under treatment, his brother from Waco visited
Dallas once or twice a week, never dreaming that a brother was
in deep distress a few blocks from the hotel at which he made
his headquarters. What is stranger yet, a son of the patient,
who travels for a large eastern house, spent a week in Dallas
the latter part of April, and had not the slightest intimation
that his father was in the same city.
The "mysterious stranger"
talked of his ventures and adventures in Nevada, Idaho and Montana,
at intervals, but he was never communicative, and preferred to
keep his own counsel and retain his own secrets.
Before departing for Waco, the
citizen of that city expressed his desire to do something handsome
for the hospital, in return for the kindness extended to his
unfortunate relative. Dr. Armstrong told him that he had done
his duty only, and the employes had simply attended to their
duties, and nothing could be accepted from him. The gentleman
said he knew Mayor Connor well, and on his next visit to Dallas,
he promised a call upon the chief executive, and to the city
hospital, through the mayor, extend a testimonial of his appreciation.
- o o o -
The Pioneers of
Dallas County Celebrate
Their Fiftieth Anniversary.
to the felicitous words of welcome from the Rev. John M. Myers,
with which he greeted the old pioneers of Dallas county at Farmers'
Branch on yesterday, the Hon. John H. Cochran spoke as follows:
- August 3, 1893, Dallas
Daily Times Herald, p. 4, col. 3-4.
HONORED SIR: To me falls the honor and the pleasant duty
of responding, in behalf of the grand old pioneers of Dallas
county, to the cordial greeting and hearty welcome of the good
people of historic Farmers' Branch, which has been so eloquently
expressed and generously extended to us, by one of her gifted
and honored sons, with whom I have been acquainted for forty-eight
years, and whose remarks are suggestive of the leading and predominant
character of the people of Farmers' Branch for the last fifty
In accepting the hospitalities
of this people upon this happy occasion, it is but meet, that
we should briefly refer to the history of the community whose
welcome guests we are to-day. And, when we shall use the term
"Farmers' Branch," we use it as did the early pioneers
of this community, to include all that territory between the
county line on the north, to Jo's branch on the south -- from
its head on the east, to the Elm Fork on the west.
The people of Farmers' Branch have,
for the last fifty years, been an intelligent, good and honest
people. Friends, as little as you may think of it, Farmers' Branch
is, indeed, a sacred and an historic place in the hearts and
history of the pioneers of Dallas county.
It was here, on Farmers' Branch,
in December, 1842, that Thomas Keenan and the Pulliam boys built
the first two dwelling houses ever built in Dallas county. And,
the third one was built by William M. Cochran in the spring of
1843. True, Col. John Neely Bryan, the founder of the city of
Dallas, built, in the same year, a block house on the north bank
of the Trinity river, near where the court house now stands,
and the Beemans came down from Bird's old fort the same year
and made what was known as the Beeman settlement, east of where
the city of Dallas now stands in all her present beauty and grandeur.
It was here, on Farmers' Branch
, near where we now stand, that Wm. M. Cochran, my father, fenced
in and broke the first farm of fifty-three acres, in 1843, that
was ever put in cultivation in Dallas county, on which, in 1844,
was sown the first wheat, and planted the first cotton ever sown
and planted in Dallas county. It was here, on Farmers' Branch,
where the weary, worn traveler and emigrant of 1843, 1844, 1845
and 1846, first found a warm and hearty welcome by those who
had preceded them. It was the Farmers' Branch settlement that
was first known abroad, and to which the pioneers of 1843, '44,
'45 and '46 directed their march and finally pitched their tents,
obtained their supplies, and from which, they prospected and
made their several selections and formed the different settlements,
or neighborhoods of the county, familiar only to those of us
It was here, on Farmers' Branch,
in 1845, that the first Methodist church ever organized in Dallas
county was organized with my mother, Nancy J. Cochran, Uncle
Isaac B. Webb and Aunt Mary Webb and Franklin Fortner as its
only organic members. It was here, on Farmers' Branch, in the
spring of 1846, that Elder David Myers, father of brothers, John
M. and Cleve Myers, in connection with Elder Wm. Boales, organized
the first Baptist church ever organized in Dallas county, and
baptized Thos. Keenan and wife in Farmers' branch, that the first
church houses ever erected in Dallas county were built by the
Methodist and Baptist denominations. The first was called Webb's
chapel. The second, Union church. It was here, in the spring
of 1846, in Webb's chapel, which stood near where A. J. Dennis
now lives, that Thos. C. Williams taught the first school ever
taught in Dallas county, and at which school, your humble servant
learned his ABC's.
It was here, on Farmers' Branch,
in 1846, that the first Sunday school ever organized in Dallas
county, was organized. It was here, on Farmers' Branch, that
Wm. Boales erected the first blacksmith shop ever erected in
Dallas county, with an old colored man by the name of Jordan,
as blacksmith. It was here, on Farmers' Branch, that Wm. Boales
erected the first corn mill, on stilts, run with a rawhide band,
that was ever built in Dallas county. It was here, on Farmers'
Branch, that R. J. West built the first tanyard and tanned the
first leather ever tanned in Dallas county, and on account of
the demand for the leather, it was taken from the vats and used
before properly tanned, and in consequence, when this half-tanned
leather was wet, and then became dry, it was as hard as a board,
and from this fact, the north prong of Farmers' Branch, on which
this tannery was built, took the name of "Rawhide Branch,"
which it bears to this day. The first shoe shop ever in Dallas
county was run by an Englishman by the name of Sims, on Farmers'
Branch. The first county clerk and the first representative in
the legislature Dallas county ever had was a pioneer citizen
of Farmers' Branch. The first land office ever established in
North Texas was established on Farmers' Branch, in 1845, near
where Whit Webb's house stands, by Hedgecock, agent for Peters'
colony. Last, but not least, it was here on Farmers' Branch that
Tom and Dave Marsh, William and Whit Webb, James M. Kennedy,
Cleve Myers, John R. West, G. W. Good, A. M. and Wm. P. Cochran
and your humble servant were school boys and rabbit and coon
hunters together on Farmers' Branch, all of whom are alive and
With this array of facts before
you, who can doubt but that Farmer's Branch is a sacred historic
spot in the hearts and history of the early pioneers of Dallas
county? The home of our fathers, the play ground of our childhood.
Sacred spot where first were planted in the wilderness, the seeds
of civilization which have grown and borne fruit in such abundance,
that, to-day, it is the grandest and most populous county in
Yes, 'twas here on Farmers' Branch
that many, many pioneers, weary and tired, received their first
welcome and warm greetings to a home on the then extreme frontier
of Texas, by those who had preceded them, and to whom they were
It was here, on Farmers' Branch,
where many old pioneers first met as strangers, and, at once,
formed attachments for each other that lasted during their natural
lives, and is now extended to their children and their children's
children, and, if true to the memory of their noble sires, will
be perpetuated for generations yet to come.
It was here, on Farmers' Branch,
where the smokehouse and corn crib were first and ever open to
supply the wants of the "new-comer." And, to-day, when
we come here, to Farmers' Branch, to celebrate this, the fiftieth
anniversary, of the settlement of Dallas county, and the forty-seventh
since the organization of the county, we find the same cordial
greeting, the same generous hospitality and liberal spirit, we
found here forty-five and fifty years ago.
Then, in the name, and in behalf
of the visiting pioneers of Dallas county, I return your greeting
and accept your hospitality in the same spirit they were extended
and received by the pioneers of fifty years ago. And, I assure
you, that we have come as brothers and friends, leaving behind
us the busy cares of life for the purpose of partaking of your
hospitality and enjoying ourselves with you, in the reminiscences
of the past, and to perpetuate the memory of the brave and grand
old pioneers of our county.
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THE OLD PIONEERS
CLOSE A SUCCESSFUL
Last Evening --
Officers Elected for the
Ensuing Year -- Lancaster Selected
as the Place of Meeting for
- August 4, 1893, Dallas
Daily Times Herald, p. 2, col. 1-2.
FARMERS' BRANCH, Aug. 4. -- The nineteenth annual reunion of
the Dallas County Pioneer association began at Farmers' Branch
Wednesday morning and closed last evening.
The beautiful grove, about a fourth
of a mile south of the town, where the reunion was held, was
admirably adapted to such an occasion. The enterprising and generous
people of Farmers' Branch and vicinity left nothing undone to
make this event an enjoyable and long-to-be-remembered one to
those who participated in it. Probably 3000 persons were in attendance.
They came from all parts of the county, some of them who have
been citizens of Dallas county for over forty years. Many were
here from adjoining counties, also. To Marshal W. R. Turnipseed,
Owen Terrell, Jack Ogden and other citizens of the town is due
the good order that prevailed throughout the reunion, no drunkenness
or difficulties of any kind having marred the pleasure of the
The following are the present officers
of the association: John Henry Brown, the Texas historian of
Dallas, president; William H. Hord, Elisha McCommas and C. B.
Durgin, vice presidents; Elder Jno. M. Myers, chaplain; Gabriel
A. Knight, treasurer; William C. McKamy, secretary.
Executive committee -- M. D. L.
Gracey, Mrs. Emily Gray, Mrs. Rhoda Ann McCommas, Mrs. Martha
Beeman, Mrs. Martha E. Gracey, William H. Beeman, John H. Cole,
Tolbert Lavender, John Bryan and Elisha Halsell.
Committee on badges and printing
-- William H. Beeman and Mrs. Martha Beeman.
Farmers' Branch committee of arrangements
-- John Bryan, John B. May, Rev. John N. Myers, Rev. G. W. Goode,
William Turnipseed, B. C. Myers, John Johnson, Mark Ellison,
I. S. Bailey and T. C. Marsh.
The following was the programme
First day -- Called to order at
10 o'clock a. m.
Prayer by Chaplain Rev. John M.
Welcome address, by Rev. G. M.
Response, by Hon. John H. Cochran.
Announcement of the deaths during
the year, by the president.
The deaths during the year, so
far as reported, have been Calaway Patrick, J. I. Statton, Mrs.
Caroline Fisher (nee Beeman), George W. Glover; William Flemming,
Mrs. Henrietta Tennison (nee McDermitt), and Thomas C. Williams.
Adjournment for dinner.
Afternoon reassemble -- Semi-centennial
address, by Hon. John H. Cochran.
Miscellaneous remarks by the brethren.
Second day - Assembled at 10 o'clock
Prayer by Rev. Myers.
Reports of officers and committees.
Memorial of the dead, by Rev. Myers.
Social and miscellaneous remarks.
Afternoon reassemble -- Election
of officers and committees for the ensuing year, to be followed
by social intercourse, music, and whatever the association may
Music both days by the people of
In the semi-centennial address
of Hon. J. H. Cochran, interesting reference was made to the
varied experiences and hardships of the early settlers of Dallas
county. He spoke of the wonderful progress made in this fertile
and wealthy county under the magic influence of an advanced civilization,
of the many shifting scenes and changes that have taken place
here since the first settlers of the county cast their lots,
with their families, in this, then the frontier county, inhabited
only by savages and wild beasts, over fifty years ago.
He also referred to Dallas as a
marvel of nineteenth century city-building, the proud and wealthy
metropolis that has risen to its present size and importance
from a modest and straggling village, in a comparatively few
years. The speech was running over with county history, taking
in both the sad and humorous side of the lives of the pioneers
of the county, and was listened to with a keen interest by his
hearers, especially the surviving members of the association.
Special trains were run from Dallas
to the reunion, and a number of Dallas people took advantage
of the excursion rates to go to the country and get a breath
of pure air. A large number of Dallas people were out yesterday.
The dinner spread by the pioneers and their families was a feast
for the gods. Major John Henry Brown, re-elected president of
the association, made a most eloquent speech during the afternoon,
and Rev. Myers delivered an address that will long be remembered
by those who heard the aged servant of God.
Lancaster was selected as the place
of meeting next year.
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OLD SETTLERS' REUNION.
The Oldest Inhabitants
of the County Hav-
ing a Picnic at Lancaster.
hundred people from the city went to the annual reunion of the
old settlers of Dallas county at Lancaster to-day. The most of
them went by the trains, but many went overland in buggies and
- August 1, 1894, Dallas
Daily Times Herald, p. 6, col. 4.
The reunion will continue to-morrow.
- o o o -
HAVE A REUNION.
THE FAIR GROUNDS
OF THE EX-WARRIORS.
The Programme of
the First Day -- Address-
es, a Campmeeting Dinner and Social
Intercourse -- A List of the Names
of the Veterans Present.
members of Ector's, Ross' and Granbury's Brigades and of the
Good-Douglass Battery, met at the Fair grounds at 10 a. m. in
their regular annual re-union.
The programme for to-day consisted
of the usual addresses, dinner at 1 p. m., served in camp-meeting
style, and the afternoon was spent by social intercourse among
the old soldiers, most of whom built up a constitution by the
hardships they endured during the war that still enables them
to enjoy robust health.
Up to noon, the following ex-Confederates
had registered at headquarters:
Col. Richard Wynne spoke this afternoon.
There is no programme for to-night.
The old soldiers are making the
St. George hotel their down-town headquarters.
A telegram was received from Capt.
J. P. Douglas that he will be here to-night.
Holbert, G. J. Gooch, R. M. Collins, James H. Matthews, W. T.
Lavender, J. A. Bradfield, O. P. Bowser.
George Robertson, W. H. Drake,
H. P. Rodgers, O. P. Scott, H. D. Loving, P. J. Coalter, J. H.
Johnson, A. Robertson.
T. J. Gee,
E. Murphy, G. L. Griscom, E. J. Brown, W. S. Cummins, W. M. Wilson,
T. Bridges, B. C. Farkington, T. J. Woodhouse, J. H. Brock, J.
B. Armstrong, H. C. Dial, Martin Williams, J. K. Stewart, Alonzo
Womack, Mark Ellison, R. D. Rawlins, L. F. Smith, R. A. Rawlins,
J. S. Rawlins, H. Lasee, William Ryan, Thomas Uhl.
W. J. Brown, A. H. Rawlins, T.
S. Coleman, J. R. Gun, P. P. Allen, A. P. Allen, A. P. Sommers,
John A. Payne, J. H. Ellis, D. S. Alvey, J. P. Dent.
M. M. Robinett,
R. M. Henderson, W. J. Ingram, J. G. McCown.
John J. Miller, R. M. Wynne, B. P. Jett, T. J. Rowland, S. J.
Darcy, H. C. Hoskins.
G. A. Knight,
- August 7, 1894, Dallas
Daily Times Herald, p. 6, col. 3.
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NEW YEAR REUNION.
Survivors of the
Old Stonewall Grays
Have a Jolly Old
BATTLE FLAG PRESENTATION
Material Was Furnished
by Mrs. Louis T.
wigfall, It Being One of Her Silk
Dresses -- Roll of the Grays.
THE ORIGINAL FLAG
AS IT NOW LOOKS
morning, at 10 o'clock, the Stonewall Grays' organization held
their annual reunion in the grand jury room at the courthouse.
- January 2, 1896,
The Dallas Morning News, p. 8, col. 5-6.
The Stonewall Grays, twenty-one
years ago, organized as a military company in this city and continued
its organization actively until some time in 1879, when it discontinued
its military feature, but retained its organization, and on each
New Year's, the members who are still in Dallas, hold a reunion
in remembrance of old times.
Yesterday, Sterling Price camp
of United Confederate Veterans were the guests of the Stonewalls,
together with the old members of the Lamar rifles, a contemporaneous
military company in the old days, twenty years ago, and the honorary
members of the company, Gen. W. L. Cabell, Capt. W. H. Gaston
and Messrs. Philip and Alex Sanger.
At 9:30, Sterling Price camp assembled
at the headquarters, and forming under command of Second Lieut.
C. T. Parks, marched to the courthouse, and filing into the grand
jury room, were seated.
Shortly after this, Hon. E. G.
Bower, president of the Stonewall Grays organization, called
the assembly to order, gave briefly, the history of the Stonewalls,
and stated that one of the special objects of the occasion, in
addition to its social features, was the presentation by the
Stonewalls, of the old regimental flag of the first Texas infantry
of Hood's brigade, to Sterling Price camp, to be held by the
camp in trust, until the annual reunion of the Texas division
of the United Confederate Veterans, to be held this year, and
then to be presented by the camp to Hood's Brigade association,
that it might, again, go into the hands of the remnant left of
the brave men who had borne it during the war. The flag had been
entrusted to the Stonewall Grays for safe keeping during its
active military days by Major Oldham, of the first Texas infantry,
who had brought it to Texas when the war closed. Capt. Bower
then called upon Mr. Charles L. Martin, a member of the Stonewall
Grays, who had been delegated to present it to Sterling Price
Taking the battle-torn and tattered
remnants of the flag from its repository and spreading it out,
that all might see it, Mr. Martin said:
"Gentlemen, of Sterling Price
camp: I have been commissioned to present to you for safe keeping,
in trust, this flag, a precious relic that come down from the
days that tried men's souls; the days when you and thousands
of others of the brave sons of our beloved southland went forth
to meet the enemies of our country, to confront the perils and
endure the privations of war. It is a sacred memento of the direful
past. The deft and dainty fingers of fair women fashioned it,
and with the stitches of its folds were blended their hopes,
their prayers and their tears for the cause they loved so well,
for the noble men who were to uplift and bear it aloft.
"It was the flag of the first
Texas infantry, one of the regiments of the immortal Hood's brigade.
It was a bright day when fist it floated out upon the breeze
on the color line at Camp Texas, Dumfries, Va., in the winter
of 1861, and as they gazed upon it, the hearts of gallant men
beat with pride, and their eyes flashed the determination to
uphold it in honor, or to die beneath it.
"Its every shred is sacred,
grimed as it is, with the smoke of nearly every battlefield of
Virginia. Baptized with the blood of heroes, and of martyrs,
in the cause of the right, coronered with the glory of brilliant
victories, emblazoned with deeds of prowess and of courage that
o'ershadow the valor and achievements of all ages, there cluster
about it thrilling, and tender memories, as well, of the dauntless
men who loved it, who fought under it, who gave their lives for
it, who endured all for it -- the dead and the few yet living.
"While time lasts, it will
be refulgent with glory's halo. Centuries may come and centuries
may go, with their nations and their peoples, with their fields
of renown and their historic epochs, and in the cycles of time
of the dim and misty ages yet to come -- even beyond the borderland
of the imagination, poets may sing of the paladins of their day
and still the glory of this flag, and of the men who, for four
ghastly years of carnage, never once let it trail in defeat,
will shine to the very Ultima Thule of time.
The summit of the grandeur of the
deeds that hallow it reaches above and beyond any hyperbole of
words, any expression of language, even the sublimity of thought.
Of the hosts, "the immortal
few who were not born to die," who marched with martial
tread so intrepidly, beneath its bright folds when the sunlight
first kissed them in far away Virginia, who bore it in honor
at Eltham's Landing, at Seven Pines, at Gaines' Mill, at second
Manassas, at Sharpsburg, on the blood-crimsoned crest of Little
Round Top, on Gettysburg's awful heights, at the crater, at the
Wilderness when Gen. Lee tried to lead the Texans in their charge,
but with one voice, they cried, "Gen. Lee to the rear --
Texans know how to die!" at Chickamauga -- wherever and
whenever the fight was fiercest and thickets -- of these gallant
souls, but a few old men, hardly a corporal's guard, were left
to furl it forever on that saddest day the sun ere shone on,
at Appomattox. The others were sleeping in "the silent bivouac
of the dead." They had done all that men could do -- they
had died for it, and with their lives, they had glorified it.
The chrism of woman's tears --
the tears of the mothers, the sisters, the wives and the sweethearts
of those who came home, never again, forever, makes it holy now.
Take it, take it in trust to be
delivered to the few still remaining, the white-haired few whose
hearts, though as steel in battle, are tender as the hearts of
women, with love for it. Take it, and to them, release it, the
consecrated legacy of their perils and their sufferings and of
their dead comrades.
On the part of Sterling Price camp,
Geo. W. Cabell received the flag, saying:
"In behalf of Sterling Price
camp, I receive this precious memento, in trust to be delivered
by the camp, to Hood's Texas Brigade association at the reunion
this year of the Texas division of United Confederate Veterans.
It is, indeed, a precious memento.
No braver men ever graced God's earth than the men who bore it
through nearly every battle field in Virginia. The most of them
are sleeping now in the bosom of old Virginia, where they died
upholding this flag and defending their country from the invader.
History may tell of the heroes and of the chivalry of other countries,
and of other ages, but not one of its pages is brighter than
are those which record the valor of the men who fought with Hood.
They knew not fear, they laughed
at danger, and in the midst of the greatest perils, they sang
songs to the rhythm of shrieking round shot, bursting shells
and whistling minie balls. When they gave "that rebel yell"
and charged, they swept the field and planted their standards
in victory on the enemy's strongest holds. Above the fire-created
wave of every battle field where they fought, this flag, in triumph,
Call the roll of those old heroes.
From Cold Harbor to Gettysburg and Chickamauga, from every ensanguined
field, comes the answer "present" from spirit voices
-- the spirits of the immortal dead, who fell in the battle's
I have not the words to express
my thoughts or my feelings as I gaze upon the shot and shell-torn
fragments that are left of that old flag. It shall go to those
left of the intrepid men who bore it in honor for four years,
and as a sacred trust, Sterling Price camp receives it.
Refreshments had been provided
by the Stonewalls for the guests, and the flag ceremonies being
ended, the festivities bean. The occasion was much enjoyed, and
short addressed were made by Capt. E. G. Bower, Dr. S. H. Stout,
Judge Burke, George Waller, H. C. Latham, Dr. S. D. Thruston
and Dr. J. C. Storey.
The material for this flag was
furnished by Mrs. Louis T. Wigfall, it being one of her silk
dresses, and the flag was made by her and her daughter, and perhaps
some other ladies.
Louis T. Wigfall, United States
senator from Texas when the state seceded, was the first colonel
of the first Texas Infantry, and when the Texas brigade, of which
his regiment was a part, was formed, he was made the first brigadier
general in command, being succeeded by John B. Hood, colonel
of the fourth Texas, when he, Col. Wigfall, was elected to the
Confederate States senate by the legislature of Texas.
The flag, when completed by the
ladies, was presented to the regiment on their behalf by President
Jefferson Davis and was received on the part of the regiment
by Capt. Frank Beaumont, the company's last captain, and who
had previously been second lieutenant and first sergeant:
J. C. Arnold, C. W. Austin, E.
M. Barkley, Beaumont B. Buck, F. Beaumont, J. B. Bosley, E. G.
Bower, F. Cain, C. H. Calhoun, C. H. Calhoun, G. Carlton, Alex
Cockrell, J. J. Cox, F. S. Clemons, Tom Cornwell, J. B. Cummins,
J. H. Davis, E. L. Davis, E. P. Ellis, J. Flint, Tom Floyd, J.
Gayle, J. J. Good, Walter Green, K. Hall, D. Hinckley, F. Hinckley,
A. S. Jett, Ben Kaufman, S. Levey, C. L. Martin, J. B. Mitchell,
J. C. McNealus, J. N. Ogden, June Peak, Maj. Peak, Victor Peak,
Worth Peak, J. S. Poland, G. N. Quillman, S. D. Rice, J. B. Roberts,
W. Robinson, J. Royer, Joe Record, Cliff Scott, S. B. Scott,
T. P. Scott, Wm. Shea, H. B. Strange, S. D. Thruston, J. T. Tooley,
Geo. Waller, Henry Waller, A. K. Work, C. A. Work, J. Work, J.
E. Wolf, C. Wheat.
Of these fifty-eight members of
the old company, all are in the city except twenty-five. Of these,
twenty-five who are absent, four are known to be dead. Of the
officers, J. J. Cox went to South America and became colonel
of cavalry in the Chilean army. E. M. Barkley lives in McKinney;
Beaumont Buck is a first-lieutenant in the United States army;
J. N. Ogden and Mat Peak are somewhere in Mexico; June Peak is
ranching out west; Walter Green, the last first sergeant of the
company, lives in Waco; J. B. Roberts is editor of the Fort Worth
Evening Mail; F. Hinckley [is] somewhere in western Texas; E.
C. Ellis went on the stage, and was living in Chicago, at last
accounts; and the whereabouts of the others are unknown. Alpha
K. Work and Tom Cornwell both died at their homes in this city;
Charlie W. Austin was killed in Leadville, Col., and J. H. Davis
died at some point distant from Dallas.
Of the list given above, E. G.
Bower, J. J. Cox, S. D. Thruston and Frank Beaumont, in the order
named, were captains of the company; George N. Quitman, June
Peak, Frank Beaumont and Dan Hinckley were first lieutenants;
Worth Peak, Frank Beaumont and Dan Hinckley were second lieutenants.
A. S. Jett, an old member of the
company, whose name appears in the roll above, now living in
Arkansas, was present yesterday, coming all the way to meet his
old friends again, and to take part in the joys of the reunion.
Just before separating, Capt. Bower,
on behalf of the Stonewalls, invited cordially, every one present
to join them at 10 o'clock on the morning of Jan. 1, 1897, and
desired all who accepted the invitation, to holdup their hands.
Every hand went up, so "the boys will all be there."
It is seldom as pleasant an occasion
is enjoyed anywhere, as was the Stonewall's reunion yesterday
-- a pleasanter one could not be.
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Dates of Reunion
to be Sent out
by Gen. Moorman at
DETAILS WILL COME
Dallas and Texas
Congratulated Upon its
Ability to Appropriately Entertain
the Men who Wore the Gray.
Moorman, adjutant general and chief of staff for Gen. John B.
Gordon, writing from his headquarters at New Orleans to the Texas
Reunion association, penned the following:
- January 5, 1902,
Dallas Daily Times Herald, p. 8, col. 5.
Your telegram and letter of 31st
ultimo, duly received and I am just as proud of the fact, and
as happy as you are that "the clouds have rolled by"
and that the gallant Texans can now read "their titles clear"
to a glorious and successful reunion, which will leave its impress
upon the great state of Texas and upon our country, and will
go hand in hand with Confederate thought and sentiment and become
a part of he history of the U. C. V.'s.
I will be still more happy if anything
I have said or done has been of assistance to you or the reunion
committee, or, if I have contributed in any way to the fruition
of your wishes and desires in the matter of the coming reunion,
and am pleased to add that I am at the service of yourself and
the splendid reunion committee for anything which I can do to
further your glorious work.
I am also delighted that I have
received commendation from yourself, the president and other
members of the reunion committee, for praise from this source
is extremely grateful to me, as I cherish the good opinion of
Texans, having served a great deal with Texas troops at different
periods in the war; and, in addition, I thank you for your kindly
expressions in regard to myself, and for your proffers of hospitality
during the reunion. I will certainly aid you every way in my
I will not issue the reunion order
until the 4th inst. I will send out copies to all the great dailies
from Virginia to California, so that the order in full will reach
each paper; so, that if it is cut by the Associated Press, it
will reach all the papers in the South in its entirety.
Our custom is that the order announcing
the dates is very short and is confined simply to the announcement.
In a few weeks, however, or possibly in February, I will issue
for Gen. Gordon, the general order, which will be elaborate and
will enter into all the details. It will be premature to issue
that order, yet awhile.
Wishing that everything good may
continue to gravitate towards Dallas to assist you and the reunion
committee in the noble work undertaken for the glory of Dallas
and of Texas, an for the comfort and happiness of the old veterans,
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ON THE STREETS.
and Every Pub-
lic Resort Jammed to the Limit
--Work of Joint Agent.
trains brought additional thousands of people to Dallas, the
majority of them from Texas, Indian Territory, Oklahoma and Louisiana
points, for the majority of the reunion visitors from more distant
points had already arrived. Although many of the visitors left
the city, principally to take side trips to places in Texas,
on the whole, there was a very considerable increase in the total
number of visitors present in the city. This increase was apparent
in the crowded condition of the streets in all parts of the city.
Still, there was no congestion and no blockade. The crowds are
scattered all over the city, and are not centered anywhere, consequently,
conditions are easy and comfortable. Furthermore, the crowds
are made up of people who like to move, and as the weather since
Monday has been very pleasant, they keep going. Last night, there
was an almost unanimous desire on the part of nearly 200,000
people to witness one event at the same time, and as a consequence,
the street cars coming down town were crowded to the utmost limit
from 6 o'clock until 8:30, and crowds of people on foot streamed
down every street leading to the central portion of the city.
The grand parade of the Kaliph was the attraction. The mighty
concourse of spectators was distributed along the line of march
on Main and Elm street, from Jefferson street to the Houston
and Texas Central depot, a distance of about a mile. Every window
framed the faces of a number of beautiful girls and gallant men;
venturesome men and boys dangled their legs over the cornices
of tall buildings, or hung on the cross arms of electric poles;
every seat in the numerous grand stand was filled, while on the
ground, the streets were filled from building line, one-third
of the way across the street, by crowds of good-natured people
who threw confetti and played pranks on the solider boys who
were charged with keeping the streets open for the Kaliph.
- April 24, 1902, Dallas
Morning News, p. 5, col. 2.
The utmost good humor prevailed
at all times, and everywhere there has been a marked consideration,
one for the other, on the part of all the multitude; the crowds
have gotten about without serious jostling or accident, and the
streets have been singularly free from drunken men, although
the dispensaries of spirituous, vinous and malt drinks have done
After the parade had passed, the
crowds swept out into the streets and occupied the whole of them.
Vehicular traffic was almost wholly suspended for a time, and
nothing smaller than a street car received much attention. Until
a late hour, these jolly good-natured crowds pushed hither and
thither, going here, there and everywhere, making the air ring
with laughter and coating the pavement with the small circles
of paper which answer for, but are not really, confetti.
The bureau of information had a
rather lively time of it during the forenoon in assigning visitors
to rooms, but by far, the greater demand upon it was to furnish
information to visitors who desired to take side trips in Texas.
Six clerks were assigned to this duty alone. The office of the
joint agent of the several railroads was besieged yesterday forenoon
by a great throng of people who desired to have their tickets
extended, or to have them executed for return. For a time, Main
street was almost blockaded. It became apparent that the crowd
in Dallas was too large to be handled by a single joint agency,
so a meeting of the passenger representatives of the various
lines was quickly called, and it was arranged that every ticket
office in the city should be a joint agency, making extensions
and executing the tickets of any of the lines.
A very large part of the crowd
is leaving, or arranging to leave, for other points in Texas,
and almost every town in the State will feel the influence of
the gathering at Dallas during the next week or two.
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THE ACTUAL REUNION
PLACE INSIDE THE RACE-
SIGHTS AND INCIDENTS
Task of Finding Messmates--Dumb
Reminders of Other Days--Inci-
dents of the Reunion.
the tented field, inside the race track at the Fair Grounds,
is where the actual reunion of the Confederate veterans is going
on. There are the men of 1861-65 encamped once more. This time,
beneath the stars and stripes and flowing to the breeze beside
it, the stars and bars.
- April 24, 1902, Dallas
Morning News, p. 5, col. 3.
The camp is laid off in regular
army style, with each State of the South represented and furnished
with headquarters and a register for the veterans who went out
from that State.
These various headquarters are
the scenes hourly of meeting, which are pathetic in their warmth
and emotional demonstration.
Almost every veteran in the camp
has his regiment and company written on a card and pinned to
the lapel of his coat, or stuck in his hat band. The passing
of years has changed men, so that they can not recognize each
other, and this plan is resorted to for the purpose of making
it easy to find messmates and comrades of forty years ago. Some
of them ware wearing coats that they had worn when mustered out,
and some have brought the weapons they carried during their service.
These dumb reminders of other days and stirring times are handled
carefully, almost reverently. Old-tattered battle flags, again
unfold to the breeze and the ruffle of drums that beat in the
march to battle, can be heard.
The task of finding messmates is
the hardest the veterans have to contend with. The crowd is so
great, and they have become so scattered, and so few of each
of the original commands are left, that to get them together,
seems almost impossible.
Some are very fortunate and meet
the men they wish to see within a short time, and others struggle
along, hour after hour, asking constantly if anybody has seen
men of such and such a command. Perhaps they hear the man they
wish to see is on the grounds and then begins an earnest and
despairing search for that man. It is hard for the present work-day
world to understand the feeling of these men and what it means
to them to meet comrades who faced death daily for four years
with them. But, it is intensely earnest with them.
A meeting took place on the camp
ground yesterday that is an example of hundreds that are taking
Two men, bearded and gray, were
standing near each other, engaged in conversation with several
others, when one said:
"I am looking for Bill -----.
He was my messmate, and I have not seen him since the surrender.
He moved to Texas, and I think he is here."
"Is that you, John?"
cried the other, and they fell into each other's arms, and it
seemed as if they would never stop shaking hands.
At each headquarters, the names
of men that are being looked for by friends are called in loud
voices, and those who can give any account of them, are asked
to speak up.
Many names are called with no answer,
but occasionally, a hand goes up and there is a yell of sympathy
as some one replies, "Here I am!"
Yesterday, a company of the State
Guard went marching by with perfect alignment and step, rifles
at right shoulder and all with an equal slant. Their tread was
elastic and their eyes were bright with youth.
"It is hard to believe it
now, when you look at us, but that is the way we looked in '61.
We went to the war with that same brisk step. Nothing on earth
could whip those boys there. You might kill them, but they can't
be whipped. They are the same people of a later generation."
All the veterans are free in their
praise of the entertainment they are having in Dallas.
Something is added to the sentiment
of the occasion by meeting in a regular army camp and much pleasure
is added by having nothing in the world to do but to talk of
battles of the past.
There is no foraging to do, no
standing guard, no discipline. The mess is provided for them
and a bountiful supply is given by the Reunion Association. The
long "smoky row," so well known to the people of Texas
who have visited the fair, is inclosed by a netted wire fence,
and on the inside, are the tables with a bountiful supply of
good food and plenty of "niggers" to do the waiting.
The tables are all set and the
food placed upon them before the doors are opened. Then, every
veteran is allowed to enter, while the darkies serve the coffee
hot in tincups.
The attendance of veterans far
exceeds the estimates based on the number which have attended
other reunions. It was stated yesterday that 16,000 or more had
eaten dinner in the great mess hall.
The guards at the gates allow no
one to enter unless they have the appearance of bonafide veterans,
and there is practically no trouble from others trying to make
their way in.
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The Parade of Veterans
Is Viewed by Many
GREATEST LINE SINCE
END OF WAR
and Confederates in Their Garments of Gray Given Great Ovation
at All Points--Description of Scenes and
Incidents--Battle Torn Flags.
by war's unfeeling thrusts, scarred by the flight of time, with
triumphant tread and head erect, marched the remnant of the immortal
hosts--the heroes of Dixie Land.
- April 25, 1902, Dallas
Morning News, p. 2, col. 1-2.
"Old Glory," fanned by
Southern breezes, proudly floating from a hundred housetops,
dipped her colors in salute to the stars and bars, emblem with
her of patriotism, now signifying devotion to a country at peace,
instead of a nation at war.
Bearing aloft the shell-torn and
battle-scarred flags, which once they carried at the head of
their dauntless columns, the old veterans of the Confederate
army, gray-clad and grizzled, were cheered alike by the scions
of the victors and vanquished of the greatest fratricidal strife
known to history.
Their patriotism and valor, acknowledged
and honored by an admiring world, in the consciousness of the
rectitude of the purposes which animated them forty years ago,
they passed through the streets of Dallas to hear the welcome
sounds of many thousands gathered from all parts of a reunited
country, greeted with the familiar "rebel yell" and
cheered by words of encouragement and terms of endearment.
Inspired by the plaudits of the
multitude, stirred by the bugle's blast, the rattle of the drum
and the glitterings of martial array, the old veterans forgot
their years and the infirmities brought by age, and with brightened
eyes and quickened pulses, stepped forward briskly and proudly,
the "boys" of the '60s again.
For a time, clouds gathering now
and then, threatened to mar the plans for the splendid pageant.
There was a time when threatening rain, nor rain itself, nor
cold or sleet, nor shot or shell, had terrors for those valiant
faltered not to question why;
only knew to do or die."
Into the jaws of death itself,
into the black vortex of hell they went, if Lee only bade them
go. But, time has brought changes; no longer have the veterans
of the '60s physical prowess to endure hardships; nor, is there
necessity for it. Hence, the clouds were viewed with anxiety,
lest they prevent the execution of the program. Happily, no rain
fell. The clouds scurried across the heavens, letting the sun
filter through ever and anon, serving to shelter the survivors
of the splendid army of the South from unpleasant warmth.
Composed of men picked indiscriminately
from any part of the country, the parade would have been grand;
made up of men, who rendered most illustrious military service,
who laid their all upon the altar of the South, men with empty
sleeves, or scarred foreheads, men who had suffered from duty's
sake, it was inspiring beyond description, stirring to the depths
those who witnessed it.
In contrast with the old veterans
whose presence awakened memories of the past, bringing to mind
pictures of the battlefields of the Southland, were the young
men of another generation, who are banded together as the United
Sons of Confederate Veterans, and some of whom, have served with
honor in recent years under the folds of the stars and stripes;
and the other young men, who as members of the State militia,
wear coats of blue, and still others, the Grand Army band of
Ohio, who came from that Northern State to play the music of
the Southland. In still greater contrast, were the young women
of "Dixie," the sponsors and maids of honor, whose
presence lent a charm to the occasion, beautiful descendants
of that splendid Southern womanhood, who were an inspiration
to the soldiers of the Confederacy.
Moving out Main street, this magnificent
procession and the great throng gathered to witness it, made
that thoroughfare, for a distance of a mile, one solid mass of
humanity, over which floated flags of fresh beauty and flags
that were battle-stained, and from which, proceeded the strains
of the songs of the South, the roll of the drum, the fanfare
of trumpets, the "rebel yell," the cheers and plaudits
of the admiring spectators. Elm street was a duplication of the
scene. All along the line of march, it was a continuous ovation.
There were cheers for Gordon, who wears his honorable scars,
and is the idol of the old veterans, cheers for Van Zandt, the
grand marshal of the parade, cheers for Stephen D. Lee, Cabell
and Walker, the department commanders, cheers for Reagan and
Lubbock and other distinguished men of the South who were in
the parade, cheers for Gov. Sayers of Texas and Gov. Heard of
Louisiana, and cheers, also, for the pretty sponsors and their
But, there were no demonstrations
which eclipsed those occasioned by the sight of the grim and
grizzled old veterans, who, wearing their old gray jeans, uniforms
and caps and carrying their old muskets, marched along quickly
and with an air of determination, making a picture which gave
to the generation of this day, some idea of what the war was,
and what it was for. Cheers there were, too, for the old "tar
heels," the veterans of North Carolina, who proudly carried
a number of hornets' nests, a reminder of the name which Cornwallis
gave to the Mecklenburg neighborhood, and which Carolinians have
since delighted to wear. There were ovations, also, for the South
Carolinians, who bore a flag of the Confederacy, embellished
with the picture of their beloved chieftain, who has recently
passed away--Wade Hampton, and the cheering swelled as they stopped
ever and anon to salute the likenesses of the great cavalry leader.
It took this grand procession an
hour and fifteen minutes to pass a given point, and for that
length of time, there was an ever increasing enthusiasm. The
old soldiers said it was the finest and the largest parade since
the war; the spectators said it was the greatest and most imposing
spectacle they had ever witnessed. It was a glorious culmination
of fond hopes, long to be remembered by participants and spectators
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