Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 2, May 1999 Page: 68
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Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal
playing upon us with some artillery, in a mo-
ment we were in line of battle facing them, but
as their shots were passing a hundred feet above
us, we were ordered forward at a gallop, we
crossed a small valley and formed on the crest
of a high ridge over looking the river valley, in
which the enemy were formed, in going across
the small valley Roach Guinn's horse fell down
and rolled over him and hurt the boy pretty
badly, forming our line on the crest of the ridge
the enemy continued to play upon us, but we
being too far off to reach them with our arms,
we simply answered every shot with a yell, but
here comes Fulcord in a gallop with two pieces
of artillery; he dashes in front of us, dismounts,
unlimbers and fires, this is our first shot, and
as its boom reached our ears the 2nd, 4th, 5th
and 7th greeted it with a yell that must have
sent a chill to the hearts of the boys in blue,
here our two pieces, Fulcord superintending in
person the firing began, firing as fast as they
could every shot striking near the enemy as we
judged, while their shots passed high above us,
after passing a few rounds the Yanks limbered
up and went back to the fort.
December 1, 1887
Chapter VII
From El Paso to Fort Thorn,
and from Fort Thorn to Val Verde.
The result of this firing, as we afterwards
learned, was the killing of one man and the
wounding of six others on the Federal side, we
had no one hurt. We camped on the battle
ground as the sun set before the firing had
ceased.
The morning of the 21st of February, 1862,
dawned clear and cold; and now reader as you
have followed us through this campaign and
have seen us on our dreary winter's march over
rugged Rocky mountains and plains, and have
seen us parched with thirst and pinched withhunger dragging our weary way, and have seen
us suffering with cold, pneumonia, measles and
small-pox, and have seen us living and march-
ing on half rations, digging in the ground for
roots with which to cook the rations, but I tell
you now to keep company with us and you will
see that our sufferings have just commenced.
Pneumonia, measles, small-pox and body
lice still cling to us, and instead of half rations
being issued you will find us subsisting as best
we can without drawing any rations at all. You
have seen us marching on horse-back over this
bleak, arid and rugged country in mid-winter,
but you are soon to see us bare-headed, bare-
footed, ragged and dirty, under the blazing sun
of summer on foot, pulling our own cannons
over mountains, and making long wearisome
marches without water and pinched with hun-
ger.
Day is just breaking; see those men in the
mountains, how each pays a visit to his sick
and suffering comrade, see how tenderly and
lovingly he bends over him, how womanly he
ministers to his wants, listen how lovingly he
speaks to him, how he tries to cheer his droop-
ing spirits; see that squad of men over there,
they are digging a grave. Ah! there goes an-
other squad, they are carrying the corpse; see
how tenderly they carry it to its rude but last
resting place. This terrible winter campaign in
the bleak mountains of New Mexico has been
more than the poor body could bear; see the
tears as they, fight? Will men with such wom-
anly qualities, bear themselves bravely on the
battle field? You ask now, and I will answer
you: I don't know yet. I have my opinion how-
ever. I have not seen them tried in battle yet. I
have felt their kindness and loving care though;
they have nursed me in my sickness and car-
ried me on their shoulders many a weary mile.
I know they are tender, big-hearted men, and
I've seen tears coursing down their faces; yes,
of all of them: the 2nd, 4th, 5th and 7th, but
these tears were for the sufferings of a comn-68
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Nesbitt Memorial Library. Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal, Volume 9, Number 2, May 1999, periodical, May 1999; Columbus, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth151406/m1/20/?q=nesbitt%20memorial%20library%20journal: accessed April 19, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Nesbitt Memorial Library.