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Thursday, May 21, 2015

Greenville dodges last bullet of Stoneman's Raid

The last skirmish of the Civil War east of the Mississippi was fought on the same ridge where textile baron Charles Lanneau built his estate in the 1870s. The neighborhood is now known as Alta Vista.
GREENVILLE, S.C.
Six weeks after the surrender of Gen. Robert E. Lee, the guardians of Greenville nearly retriggered the Civil War.
 Greenville had been looted May 2, 1865, by some of Gen. George Stoneman's rear guard and was determined to defend itself against a band of Yankee outlaws who were reportedly coming up the road from Anderson.
 It was May 22 or 23, 1865, depending on whether you trust the Union or Confederate account. By this time, many of Greenville's rebel soldiers were back home from the war. Sheriff William Shumate was able to assemble a formidable home guard that included at least five Confederate officers, four Citadel cadets, and a Who's Who of 19th-century Greenville.
 In the decades to come, many of these men and their families would shape Greenville into the "Textile Capital of the World" and would help lay the foundation for the New South. City streets were named for many of them: Capers, Elford, Earle, Jones, and Perry. Their battleground would become one of Greenville's most prestigious neighborhoods.
 Yet their bravado almost led to a bloodbath. They thought they were facing a small band of marauders, but they were actually provoking a fight with a battle-hardened regiment of U.S. Cavalry—close to 500 Tennessee Yankees headed home from Stoneman's Raid.
 After an exchange of gunfire, the Yankees captured three Greenvillians and made plans to execute them the next morning. Union troops also considered burning the town, Sherman style, as a deterrent to rebels. You have to wonder how Greenville might have been crippled and history might have turned out differentlyif not for a fortunate encounter of Freemasons, noble forefathers of the Shriners.

In the twenty years I lived in Greenville, I never knew that it was the site of the last Civil War skirmish east of the Mississippi. Evidently, neither did the historians. It was not mentioned in county histories written by S.S. Crittenden in 1903, James M. Richardson in 1930, and A.V. Huff in 1995. 
 Then in 2002, Greenville attorney John B. McLeod published the following essay in the journal of the South Carolina Historical Society. McLeod (1950-2007) unearthed eyewitness accounts from Confederate Gen. Ellison Capers (1837-1908) as well as Union soldiers in the Thirteenth Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry.
NOTE: In October 2016, more than a year after publishing this story, I discovered another gripping version of this incident written by the Union captain who was responsible for carrying out the executions. Some of his details differ from McLeod's. Click on the link to see more. 
 The following material includes McLeod's account of the skirmish, his profiles of those involved, and a corresponding passage I found in the Tennessee regiment's history, published in 1903. [Brackets indicate additional material that I've interjected. On the one-day discrepancy of dates, I am inclined to favor the Union account because it fits into the timeline of the regiment's march. If that's correct, the skirmish was at dusk Monday, May 22, 1865, and the threatened executions would have been Tuesday morning, May 23. It is curious, however, that the 23rd is not mentioned in the Tennessee account.]
 McLeod does not mention it, but the 11th Michigan Cavalry also went through Greenville on April 23, according to an 1871 book by Charles Lanman. If that's correct, there were nearly a thousand Yankees in Greenville, and the soldiers involved were some of the worst disciplined in Stoneman's Raid.

 SKIRMISH ON CRESCENT RIDGE
Last Clash of the War Between the States In South Carolina
 
By John B. McLeod


It has long been thought that the last hostile encounter between Confederates and Federals in South Carolina occurred on May 1, 1865, outside of Williamston, in which a group of Arsenal Cadets exchanged fire with some Federal cavalrymen in pursuit of President Jefferson Davis of the Confederacy. Of course, the visit of Stoneman’s Raiders to Greenville on May 2, 1865, has been well documented, particularly in the letters of Caroline Gilman.
It now appears that a brief but violent skirmish between a group of Greenville home guards and a regiment of Tennessee Unionist cavalrymen took place on present day Crescent Avenue on May 23, 1865; this engagement produced no casualties, but almost resulted in the summary execution of three former Confederates and the sacking of Greenville. Although the Union cavalrymen were justifiably upset about being fired upon, they did not wreak havoc on Greenville but simply went on their way back to East Tennessee. This passage of arms is the last documented action of the War Between the States in South Carolina and, with the exception of a few skirmishes in Missouri and in the Indian Territories, was the last such engagement of the entire War. 
After General Lee surrendered the Army of Northern Virginia on April 9, 1865, and General Joe Johnston surrendered the Army of Tennessee on April 26, 1865, a number of former Confederates had gradually returned to Greenville, usually on foot. The Federal garrison had not yet been established in Greenville, although General Van Wyck had been in this area for some time. During the War Between the States, Greenville had been plagued by a number of deserters and draft evaders, commonly called “outliers”, who took refuge in the foothills of the mountains, such as the “Dark Corner” area around Gowensville. During the War, the Greenville District Sheriff had been assisted by men organized into a “patrol” who attempted to keep the peace.
On May 2, 1865, a group of Union cavalrymen from Stoneman’s Cavalry Division paid a visit to Greenville and took almost everything that could be moved. There was little money available since Confederate currency was worthless and, in any event, there was very little to be bought although a few enterprising Confederates did try to set up stores. The Greenville and Columbia Railroad was not in operation at this time so Greenville was practically isolated from the outside world.
The month of May 1865 was probably very hot, and life in Greenville was at a fairly low ebb due to the disconsolation caused by the defeat of the Confederacy. The former Confederates, arriving home after four years of prolonged conflict, were trying to adjust themselves to normal life. Unfortunately, the War was not quite over. 
On May [22 or] 23, 1865, word reached Greenville that a band of “outliers” was approaching from Anderson District. Sheriff Shumate sent out a call to the former Confederates to form a “home guard” to deal with this threat. A group of distinguished veterans of the late conflict answered the call, including Colonel E.P. Jones, Colonel C.J. Elford, Colonel B.B. Smith, Colonel James McCullough, Captain Leonard Williams, and even an Englishman who had fought for the Confederacy named Henry Wemyss Feilden. Governor Benjamin F. Perry’s son, Hayne, and the Earle brothers also responded to the summons. 
This group quickly assembled and went with Sheriff Shumate to the “high ridge” south of the Reedy River which was known as Crescent Ridge (now Alta Vista and Crescent Avenue). Marching in hot weather being rather thirsty work, the men refreshed themselves at the mineral springs on Crescent Ridge. Armed with revolvers, muskets, and a few hunting pieces, the group headed east on the ridge in the direction of Mr. Lanneau’s house (on present-day Belmont Avenue) where they heard the sound of hoofbeats approaching. The group dispersed and took cover in the woods on either side of the track heading toward the Lanneau house. [Charles Lanneau's mansion (pictured above) at 417 Belmont Avenue was not built until the 1870s, but McLeod may be referencing a previous house or the general location.]
When the first horseman appeared, one of the group opened fire and several volleys ensued. This proved to be a tactical blunder, since the approaching horsemen were not “outliers” but rather were troopers of the Thirteenth Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry, USA, on their way back from Georgia after attempting to capture the elusive Jeff Davis. The cavalrymen, armed with Spencer repeating rifles, returned fire. The home guard, rather nonplussed by this turn of events, chose the better part of valor and took to their heels. Unfortunately, Colonel Jones and two others were rather slow and were bagged by the Union cavalry.
Things did not look good for the former Confederates. The Thirteenth Tennessee Cavalry was the same unit that had pillaged Anderson during the first of May while chasing Jeff Davis. In fact, the behavior of this regiment had been so bad that their division commander noted that “they are now so entirely destitute of discipline that it cannot be restored in the field and while the command is living on the country.”
The Federals conferred and decided that summary execution was an appropriate punishment for the captured home guards. The Federals did not even go through the motions of a “drum head” court-martial but decided that the sentence was to be carried out the next morning.
The Masons' "Grand-Hailing Sign of Distress."
Yes, it looks like a hold-up or a touchdown. 
As time drew nigh for the executions, Colonel Jones (a Freemason) gave his order’s sign of distress to a Federal officer. This officer, also a Mason, postponed the execution and took the men before the brigade’s commander [Col. John Miller], another Mason, who interrogated Colonel Jones and the others closely and was satisfied with their response that they were not “bushwhackers” and had not fired any shots. Colonel Jones and the others were released, and the troopers headed into Greenville.
[The Masons were forerunners of the Shriners, who organized the Hejaz Temple in Greenville in 1919 and opened a children's hospital there in 1927. At least one of the veterans of the 1865 skirmish, Baylis Earle, lived to see that day.]
The citizens of Greenville, obviously fearful of a repetition of the events of May 2, awaited the arrival of the Federal troops with dread. Fortunately for all concerned, the Tennesseans were anxious to return to East Tennessee and were well-behaved. Apparently, there had been some discussion among the cavalrymen about putting Greenville to the torch because of the rude behavior of its home guard. According to a contemporary Union history, it was a near thing:

     The men of Stoneman’s division were chagrined by their failure to reap the rewards of the capture of Mr. Davis, particularly after being in close pursuit for over a week. After resting in Georgia for a short period, the three brigades were ordered back to Tennessee.
     The return was not without incident. Miller’s brigade, while passing near Greenville, South Carolina, was attacked by a band of guerrillas, driving them off in a hail of musketry, capturing two or three. The war being over, mercy was shown and the rebels were spared, as was the village.

The ladies of Greenville prepared a meal for the men from what resources they had available and their horses were provided with forage. After spending the night in Greenville, the Thirteenth Tennessee headed toward Hendersonville and through Asheville, to East Tennessee.
Life in Greenville returned to normal and its citizens awaited the arrival of Federal troops, not as raiders, but as occupiers. Unlike some other communities, Greenville did not suffer greatly during Reconstruction and, in fact, enjoyed a measure of prosperity.
Union Lt. T.C. White was ordered to execute three Greenvillians

'Shoot them without trial or ceremony'

Here's the Union account of the Greenville incident, according to the History of the Thirteenth Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry, written by Capt. Samuel Scott and Adjutant Samuel Angel and published in 1903.
We left Greensboro, Ga., on the 20th on our return to East Tennessee. The war now being ended, the great anxiety of officers and men to return to Knoxville where it was believed we would soon be mustered out of the service was an incentive to hard marching and kept up the spirits of the men. We crossed the Savannah River on the 21st on some of the same pontoon bridges that had been used by Gen. Sherman's troops on their march South. On the 22nd we passed through Williamston and camped three miles south of Greenville, South Carolina. [The campsite would have been in the vicinity of where the Shriner's Hospital for Children now stands. It would have been normal procedure for some of the cavalry to scout the perimeter, which would have brought them to Crescent Ridge.] Just before reaching that place we were fired on from ambush by some guerrillas or "bushwhackers" and captured the men who were supposed to have been involved in the firing.
Dr. James Cameron
intervened to save
a fellow Mason
The next morning, it was decided to shoot them without trial or ceremony, as it was felt that now that the war was over, examples must be made of men engaged in outlawry. Lieut. T.C. White was ordered to take a squad of soldiers and after the command passed, shoot these men, bury them, and rejoin the command. After the main body of the command had passed and the rear guard came up under Lieut. [James] Freels and Lieut. White was ready to execute his orders, the older of the three prisoners asked if there was a Freemason present. Dr. Cameron, who was a member of that order, was pointed out and the prisoner gave him the "Grand-hailing sign of Distress" of the order, whereupon Dr. Cameron agreed to take the responsibility of requesting Lieut. White to postpone the execution and bring the prisoners forward until Colonel Miller, who was also a Mason, could be consulted. After questioning the men closely and hearing a very straightforward story from them that they were disbanded Confederate soldiers returning to their homes, that they had had no arms since leaving the army and were not engaged in firing on the command, Col. Miller released them.
On the 24th, the command reached Greenville, S.C., where they got a full supply of rations and remained overnight. On the 25th we again crossed the Blue Ridge at Saluda Gap, passed through Hendersonville, N.C., and camped within four miles of Asheville, N.C.

Who's Who in Greenville history

Neither account identifies the other two captives who were almost executed along with Col. Jones. Given that the Tennessee account describes Col. Jones as "the older of the three men," it is possible the other two were the Earle brothers, since they were considerably younger than the other Greenville defenders. Whoever they were, they were likely among the men that McLeod included in this "Cast of Characters":
Gen. Capers
 later became an
Episcopal bishop
Bishop Ellison Capers [1837-1908]: Bishop Capers was born in Charleston on October 14, 1837. After graduating from The Citadel in 1857, he served as a professor and instructor at that institution until the outbreak of the War. He and Clement H. Stevens formed the Twenty-Fourth South Carolina Volunteer Infantry Regiment in April of 1862, and Capers served as its Lieutenant Colonel through a number of battles and was promoted to Colonel of the Regiment in 1864. He was wounded at the Battle of Franklin and promoted to Brigadier-General in command of Gist’s Brigade on March 1, 1865. He served for a brief period of time as Secretary of State for South Carolina until he was ordained into the ministry of the Protestant Episcopal Church. For twenty years he was rector at Christ Church Episcopal in Greenville and was elected Bishop in 1893. Bishop Capers accepted the honor of Chancellor of the University of the South but died four years later in 1908 at the age of seventy-one. He was buried at Trinity Churchyard with the inscription on his tombstone being: “He rendered unto Caesar the things that were Caesar’s and unto God the things that are God’s.”
The Earle brothers: Bishop Capers mentioned that the home guards included the “Earle Brothers,” which probably referred to Baylis J. Earle (1843-1928) and Elias Drayton Earle (1841-1894). Both young men had enlisted in the Sixth South Carolina Cavalry Regiment while students at The Citadel. 
Charles J. Elford [1821-1867]: Elford had been editor of a newspaper (in conjunction with Benjamin F. Perry) that opposed secession. Nevertheless, in the fall of 1861, he raised ten companies to form the Sixteenth South Carolina Volunteer Infantry Regiment and was elected Colonel of that regiment. In April of 1862, Colonel Elford was not re-elected and returned home to command the Third South Carolina Reserve Regiment. [Elford was Greenville's mayor in 1860-61, published The Confederate Sunday School Hymn Book in 1863, and was part of a delegation that went to the White House after the war to assure President Johnson that South Carolina would cooperate in rebuilding the nation.]
Love drew Henry Feilden
to Greenville 
Henry Wemyss Feilden [1838-1921]: Henry W. Feilden was born in Lancashire, England, in 1838, and served as an officer in the Black Watch Regiment until he resigned his commission to fight for the Confederacy. He served on General Beauregard’s staff in Charleston and later served under General Hardee in the Carolinas Campaign. During the latter stages of the War, he was courting Julie McCord who was a refugee with her family in Greenville. It appears that Captain Feilden spent some time in Greenville during the summers of 1864 and 1865. He married Julie McCord in 1865 and returned to England where he re-joined the army, serving in the 18th Hussars and retiring as a colonel about 1890. In 1875-76, he served as a naturalist on the British Polar Expedition. He came out of retirement in order to serve in South Africa during the Boer War and then retired, this time to Burwash, Sussex, where he became a close friend of Rudyard Kipling.
E.P. Jones: Jones was a lawyer from Greenville who joined the Second South Carolina Infantry Regiment as a private and was promoted to colonel in February of 1862, only to fail to be re-elected in May of the same year. He apparently returned to Greenville and had a successful career as an attorney and promoter of Greenville. He was described as “a gentlemanly practitioner of law where he has made his mark, and from his military reputation, firm, polite, but stern in the execution of his duties . . . decidedly popular.” [Other sources mention an Erwin (or Ervin) P. Jones who was promoted from private to lieutenant colonel on May 16, 1861 and was still serving in that position in February 1863. Let me know if you have more background on Jones. I believe he was a Richmond agent for Greenville's Markley Carriage Factory in 1864 and may have been treasurer for the upper districts of S.C. under Gov. John L. Manning in 1854. Jones and Crittenden were among the directors of the Greenville and Laurens Railroad when it was founded in 1878.] 
James L. McCullough [1824-1892]: A planter in the southern part of Greenville District prior to the war and a slave owner, James McCullough succeeded Colonel Elford as Colonel of the Sixteenth South Carolina Infantry. He remained in command until February of 1865 when the regiment was consolidated with other South Carolina regiments. [McCullough's home in the Princeton community south of Ware Place is the oldest brick house in Greenville County. It is being restored by the Fork Shoals Historical Society.]
Congressman William Hayne Perry
William Hayne Perry [1839-1902]: Lieutenant Perry was the son of Benjamin Franklin Perry and Elizabeth Hext McCall Perry. His father was a prominent attorney and unionist in Greenville and served as Provisional Governor of South Carolina in 1865. At the outbreak of the War, he joined the Brooks Troop (raised in Greenville) and served in the Second South Carolina Cavalry through the War. After the War, Hayne Perry was very active in civic affairs in Greenville, including the newspaper and textile businesses. Lieutenant Perry was a member of the South Carolina House of Representatives, a state senator, and solicitor for four years. After serving three terms in the U. S. Congress, he returned to Greenville and resumed the practice of law, dying at “Sans Soucie” on July 7, 1902. He was buried along with his parents at Christ Church Cemetery in Greenville.
William T. Shumate [1827-1916]: Born in Greenville District on November 28, 1827, Shumate entered the service of the Butler Guards as a private in 1861 and served in the Second South Carolina Infantry until he was wounded at Chickamauga. He was elected Sheriff of Greenville District in 1864 and served until 1868 when he refused re-election. [Shumate's obituary says he was the very first soldier mustered into the Confederate Army.]
B. Burgh Smith [1835-1904]: Born in Charleston in 1835, Colonel Smith graduated from The Citadel in 1855. An engineer and physician, he served in various posts in and around Charleston until he was sent to Vicksburg and later wounded at Franklin. After recovering from his wounds, Colonel Smith was assigned as the Commander of the Sixteenth South Carolina Infantry Regiment. He was then Colonel of the Sixteenth and the Twenty-Fourth South Carolina Regiments after their consolidation in North Carolina prior to surrender.
Leonard Williams [1823-1908]: Born in Newberry District in 1823, Leonard Williams moved to Greenville in 1855 and became a merchant and planter. Along with many others, he joined the Brooks Troop which became part of the Second South Carolina Cavalry. Having participated in a number of battles, including Gettysburg, Captain Williams was commended by General J. E. B. Stuart for his “efficiency and conspicuous bravery.” Capt. Williams served in the South Carolina Legislature and played an important part in Wade Hampton’s campaign [for governor] in 1876. [David Douglas wrote a book, "A Boot Full of Memories," based on 130 letters Williams wrote during the war, most of them to his wife Anna Laval Williams in Greenville.]

Thirteenth Regiment Tennessee Volunteer Cavalry, USA: This Regiment consisted of a number of men from Carter and Johnson Counties in East Tennessee who had strong Unionist sentiment, as well as some Tories from North Carolina; in fact, a number of these men had been involved in bridge burning against the Confederate government and some were deserters who had served in the Confederate Army. The Regiment was mustered into Federal service in October of 1863 and served in and around Knoxville until it was sent on Stoneman’s first raid into Virginia in December of 1864. On November 11, 1864, the Thirteenth Tennessee was defeated by Confederate forces under General John C. Breckinridge and all of its wagons were captured. After returning from Stoneman’s first raid into Virginia, the Regiment camped around Knoxville until it was once again called into service under General Stoneman in his raid into Virginia and North Carolina. The Thirteenth Tennessee left East Tennessee in late March 1865 and spent the next month rampaging around Virginia and western North Carolina. The Regiment participated in the Battle of Grant’s Ford, which resulted in the capture of Salisbury, North Carolina, and then was heading back to its home in east Tennessee when it was ordered (as part of Miller’s Third Brigade of Stoneman’s Cavalry Division) to the pursuit of Jefferson Davis. The Thirteenth Tennessee participated in the pillaging of Anderson and then moved on into Georgia where it narrowly missed capturing Mr. Davis. At the time it was mustered out in the summer of 1865, the Thirteenth Tennessee numbered more than 500 officers and men.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Tell Mama! The war is finally over

From everyone involved in Stoneman's Raid,
Have a Blessed Mother's Day!


"God bless my mother. All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother."

"Tell mother and sisters that I die like a brave man and my comrades carried me from the field." 
Last words of Union Corp. GEORGE J. FRENCH
shot by a bushwhacker in Lincolnton, N.C.
 
"My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it."
SAMUEL CLEMENS (MARK TWAIN)

Matilda Palmer
(photo from Colorado Springs
Pioneers Museum)
"The great battle thee anticipated when thee last wrote, we have no accounts yet, but we expect to hear of it every day, and what thy fate will be who can tell? What days and nights of anguish it may bring to us? Dear William, does thee think it right to place thy valuable life in such jeopardy?"
 MATILDA PALMER, in a letter to her son, Union Col. William J. Palmer

"Take your boy home and keep a better watch over him."
Col. WILLIAM J. PALMER, to the mother of a boy who shot at him,
exemplifying the forgiveness he learned from his Quaker mother, Matilda Palmer.

"I hope and pray that someone, sometime, will found a memorial mother's day commemorating her for the matchless service she renders to humanity in every field of life. She is entitled to it."
Prayer of Civil War nurse ANN REEVES JARVIS, whose
daughter, Anna Marie Jarvis, founded Mother's Day

"Some two months later, Maj. Reeves returned to his desolated home where the battle had been fought, but the war was ended and he found the best of all thingshis mother and peace."
MILTON CUNDIFF, writing about Stoneman's 1865 skirmish in Siloam, N.C.
(As far as I can tell, Maj. Reeves was not related to the aforementioned Ann Reeves Jarvis)

"I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."

"Do your duty. Trust in Providence, and be a good Christian, and love God."
JULIA JACKSON's advice to her son Thomas, the future Confederate Gen. Stonewall Jackson
(thanks to Robin & Linda Williams and their fine show, Stonewall Country)

"Thank you, Mary, my good'n, for your support, indulgence, inspiration, advice, and patience these past few months. You can have your husband back, now that the daily run of The Stoneman Gazette is ending."
THE EDITOR

"Mommeeeee!!!!!!"
LORD SPENCER OF WORMLEIGHTON

Monday, May 4, 2015

Yankee band plays 'Dixie' for Athens coeds

ATHENS, Ga.
This arch was the gateway to the
University of Georgia when Yankee

cavalry camped on campus 150 years
 ago. Nowadays, only graduates are

privileged to walk through the arch.
Weren't we just at war?
 You could hardly tell it May 4, 1865, in Athens. Trains were once again running between Atlanta and Augusta, with Yankees and Confederates riding peaceably together. 
Confederate Gen. Alexander Reynolds invited Union Col. Brazilliah Stacy and his staff to have lunch at his home in Athens. 
The only place lead was flying was in the composing room of The Southern Watchman newspaper, where the Yankees published an "extra" to proclaim their conquests and warn the Athenians against fighting. "In the four small pages of that unique journal," Ohio Capt. Frank Mason wrote, "there was given a concise account of the surrender of General Lee, the assassination of President Lincoln, the destruction of Salisbury, and other important recent events, and the editorial page bristled with original verses, and a stately appeal to the Athenians to accept the result of the war, and renew their allegiance to the Union of their fathers."
Our war correspondent, Capt. Henry Weand, felt refreshed by a full night's sleep and enjoyed the morning ride from Danielsville into Athens. He wrote in his journal:
     This is another beautiful town; the fine weather, roses in full bloom, and the air filled with their fragrance make a happy resting place. In this place 500 rebels were encamped, but not a shot was fired at us, which seemed strange. Plenty of rebel Generals were here, and all mingled with us with the greatest freedom.
     There is nothing exultant about our men. The people treat us kindly and appreciate the treatment we accord to them.
     In this town, yesterday Confederate money had some value, but today it has none. In the town barber shop, which was well-patronized, a Confederate officer offered a twenty-dollar Confederate bill for a shave, and the barber refused it, on which the officer twisted the note into shape, lit his pipe with it, and stalked out of the shop.
Mason's book explains another reason why the troops enjoyed their sojourn in Athens. 
     The local institution which most interested the invaders was the Young Ladies Seminary, where bevies of attractive-looking pupils in white dresses and palmetto hats were seen walking in the grounds during the afternoon under the watchful guard of their teachers, and venturing occasional glances at the dusty invaders outside the seminary fence. The band of the Twelfth Ohio*, dusty and battered from its long and tuneless wanderings, was stirred out and posted in front of the school, where it played a various programme, in which national airs were interspersed with "Dixie" and "My Maryland.” At the first note, the young ladies were hurried into the building by their indignant teachers, but they retired to their rooms and showed their appreciation of the serenade by furtively waving handkerchiefs from their windows. Theoretically, they were loyal to the Confederacy, as all Southern women were; practically, they were tired of the war and glad it was over.
The Young Ladies Seminary would have been the Lucy Cobb Institute, which opened in 1859. (Women were excluded from the University of Georgia until 1918.) The institute closed in 1931, but the building still stands on Milledge Avenue as the home of the Carl Vinson Institute of Government at the University of Georgia.
The Lucy Cobb Institute in Athens, where young ladies waved
 hankerchiefs from second-floor windows to tease the Ohio band.
Stoneman's raiders camped May 4 in what is now the North Campus quadrangle of the University of Georgia. Union Gen. William Palmer was a forgiving sort, and his troops were not in a burning mood, which is why the Georgia campus still has antebellum buildings such as Old College and Waddel Hall
Georgia's Philosophical Hall, built in 1821,
named for Dr. Moses Waddel in the 1950s,
is now part of the Dean Rusk Center.
A month earlier, the University of Alabama was not so fortunate. A Union raid under the command of Gen. James Wilson torched the Tuscaloosa campus April 4, 1865. Yankees ignored pleas to spare the Rotunda and its library. Care to guess what one book was rescued from the library? Insert your Alabama joke, or click here for the amazing truth. It was an 1853 English translation of the Quran.
One hundred and fifty years ago today, Wilson and Palmer established communications between Macon and Athens and began to coordinate their efforts to capture Jefferson Davis, the elusive Confederate president. "Between the two of us," Capt. Weand wrote, "we expect to bag Jeff Davis."
Meanwhile, Davis was in Washington, Ga., just 40 miles from Palmer, where he held one final meeting with a few of his cabinet members before they all scattered in their efforts to escape. Two of members of the Confederate cabinet eventually did make it to Cuba. Tomorrow, we'll have the story of how Davis got awayat least temporarily.
* The band of the 12th Ohio included an 18-year-old bugler named William Allen Magee, who lived to 106 and was one of the last three living veterans of the Grand Army of the Republic before he died in 1953. 


May 4: 1865 in Washington, Ga.: Confederate President Jeferson Davis disbanded what little was left of the Confederate government

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Please pray for earthquake survivors in Nepal

    We interrupt our coverage of Stoneman's Raid to ask you to pray for the people of Nepal, a mountainous nation on the crease between India and China that was devastated Saturday morning by a 7.8-magnitude earthquake.
    My heart goes out especially to those who are entombed alive right now in collapsed buildings and houses. We already know that thousands have died, and the toll will be far worse than that.
     Some geologists compare it to the 2008 Great Sichuan Earthquake in China, which registered 8.0 and took nearly 90,000 lives. The epicenters of the two quakes are about a thousand miles apart.
     I was in China as part of the Samaritan's Purse team that responded to that catastrophe, and I'll never forget the miles of devastation in places such as Hanwang, Shifang, and Dujiangyan. A disproportionate number of the victims in China were children killed in poorly built schools. 
     If you are moved with compassion and able to help, I recommend donations to Samaritan's Purse. The primary needs right now are medical care, shelter, and clean water. Those are our specialties.
Tom Layton

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Emma's War: 'You will not dare touch me'

Last in a series of 5 episodes
(To read "Emma's War" from the start, click here.)

This photo from 1900-1912 shows the Carson House 
looking very much like it does today.

For four days April 19-22, 1865, residents of the Carson House near Marion, N.C., were terrorized by Union raiders and desperadoes who used the raid as a license to loot. Miss Emma Rankin told their story in The Charlotte Observer in 1895. 


Saturday, April 22, 1865

Miss Emma Rankin
     Sometime after midnight, we heard a halt. In breathless terror, we listened to the sound of spur and sabre and heavy tramp up the walk, through the passage, down the long porch where was our room, and straight to our door, where the sound stopped, with a heavy kick on the door. Not a word could we utter.
     A rough voice cried "Open the door. We want a light to go to the barn." No answer.
     "Open the door, or we'll break it down" was howled, with an oath, from the outside.
     Mrs. Carson then spoke, "I have but one piece of candle" (she had found this in one of the rooms) "and I cannot give it to you."
     "Give us a piece of it," they cried.
     "I have no knife to cut it," said she.
     "Open the door, and we'll give you one."
     She hesitated. After a moment she said, "If you'll promise not to come in, I'll open the door wide enough to get the knife, and give you a piece of candle." They promised. I did not trust to "honor among thieves" and expected them to push in. But she opened a crack in the door, got the knife, gave them the candle, and off they went.
     Just after daylight, the same rough voice was heard at the door. "Open this door, I tell you, or I'll break it open," and heavy kicks followed under which the door threatened to give way every moment.
     We now concluded to open the door. A man rather old, with the most frightful countenance I think I ever saw, pushed in. I think I should know that face after all these years. He came pretty near where I was standing, and immediately spied an insignificant breastpin which I wore habitually, and had not thought of concealing.
     "Give me that pin," he insolently demanded.
     "No, you cannot have it," I said.
     "If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you," he replied.
     "No, you will not dare touch me," I said. I moved back toward the fireplace, where there was a large iron shovel, keeping my eye fixed steadily upon him as he slowly moved after me. I determined if he attempted to touch me to seize the shovel, and do the best I could with it. I never took my eye off him, but did not allow him to shorten the distance between us, as he moved toward me I moved back till we had gone half way around the room. I persistently refused to let him have the pin, and to all his horrid threats told him he dared not touch me.
     "Dare not," he said, "I fear not God or man."
     "I fear God," said I, "and you cannot harm me."
     After many minutes, as it seemed to me, he moved off, leaving me weak-kneed and ready enough to drop into the nearest seat. A few days before a lady near by my home in Lenoir had been knocked down and robbed of her watch by one of this same gang of marauders, and I know of no earthly reason why this wretch should have desisted, but just at this hour, as I afterwards learned, my dear father was on his knees, imploring the protection of God upon his absent child, amid the dangers by which she was surrounded.

     The day passed in comparative quiet, only a few stragglers, and they employing themselves in digging around for hurried valuables, but not one thing did they get. It was found that they had dug within six inches of the box of hams, and still failed to find it. The horses had been found on the second day, and the children's pony was paraded up and down at the front door before their tearful eyes, before they carried them off.
     Toward evening, quiet settled upon us. No raider had passed for hours, and we were beginning to breathe freely, as we sat in the soft April sunlight, which seemed to be the only thing that vile man could not mar. Down the road from Morganton at last rode two men. They might be friends, but for fear they might be foes, we retired to the back of the house, and shut the door. In a little while, we heard a knock at the front entrance.
     "O, Mrs. Carson," I cried, "That's no Yankees! They come in with a kick, and never with a knock." I flew to the door, and there stood a major in the lovely Confederate uniform. It seemed to me months since I had seen a friend, and I thought he was the handsomest man I had ever seen.
     He introduced himself as Major Herndon* from Asheville (I learned later a brother-in-law of Governor Vance), and I seized the hand which he offered with both of mine, and came near kissing him. Mrs. Carson now came forward, recognized him, and begged him to stay all night. He said he wanted to stop, but his servant at the gate was in charge of two fine horses which he was anxious to get home without encountering any Yankees. We told him none had passed since noon, and we thought the horses could be sent to a place of safety.
     We walked to the gate with him, and while we were consulting about the best disposition to make of the horses, one of the negroes came running round the corner crying, "Run, Massa, run, for God's sake, run! They's a coming from the still house, just as drunk as they can be!" One leap to his horse's back, and with "Good bye, ladies, I am sorry to leave you," he was gone.
     Back we ran to Mrs. Carson's room, and shut the door, but from the window we could see and hear the drunken crowd whooping and cursing. In a moment they rushed in, and were standing before us with pistols presented, crying "Meat, give us meat, or we will shoot you."
     Mrs. Carson told them they might have all they could find, but there was none there. Finding we were not to be intimidated by pistols and oaths, they left us, and after a fruitless search in the smoke house, they rode off. If I remember aright, I these were the last of the raiders that we saw, but it was days before we felt secure.
     Time and space fail me to relate the result of the inventory taken soon after, but I will only say that old Aunt Lucindy's shroud was one of the things that this noble army took away with them. She was an old African—a "King's daughter," of course, in her native land. She was said to be over a hundred years old, and had her shroud laid up in her ''chist'' for many years. A rapacious blue-coat dragged it out, put it on, danced around in it, to the infinite horror of the negroes, and, in spite of their entreaties, carried it away.

* Major Edmund W. Herndon (1839-1883) married Hanna Moore Vance (1842-1921), the younger sister of Gov. Zebulon Baird Vance (1830-1894). Vance served two terms as North Carolina's governor (1862-1865 and 1877-1879) and also is well-known for defending Tom Dula in the murder trial that inspired the ballad, Tom Dooley.