CHAPTER XXIX.

An incident which I recall to memory was: There was a Mrs. R. C.

Cabell, a sister of old General Wingfield Scott, one of the leaders of

society in her day in Richmond. She drove to her carriage a fine pair

of slick brown mules, well reached. It was swung on "C" shaped leather

springs, and had steps which were unfolded for the occupants to

descend or ascend. The seat of the coachman was perched high up in

front, and altogether it was a truly unique turnout, which always

attracted much notice. In general appearance it was quite similar to

the vehicle exhibited in the wild west show of Buffalo Bill.

A significant evidence of the great commercial development and advance

in importance is proven by the establishment in Richmond of the office

of Winston and Company, engineers and contractors. This eminent firm

is composed of native Virginians, "to the manor-born," and their

thorough knowledge of the profession places them in the front rank in

this country, and by means of their skill and experience are able to

handle the most intricate problems that may be submitted to them in

both civil and mechanical engineering line. This distinguished firm of

native Virginians now has under construction the contract with the

City of New York, involving several millions of dollars, to

concentrate and dam-up the waters of several streams in the Catskills,

and then to convey by means of tunnels and aqueducts under the Hudson

River many miles, for the purpose of adding to the supply of water for

that centre of population.

This is indeed a gigantic undertaking and is almost equal in

importance to the country at large as is that of the Panama Canal, now

being built by the United States government. This firm of Southern men

has built important works for Boston, as well as that celebrated piece

of work, the settling basins, for Richmond, which gives us such fine,

clear water as we now enjoy.

The prominent firm, the Messrs. T. W. Wood and Sons, seedsmen, is a

business of large proportions. Its products are thus distributed

throughout this State and the other Southern ones. Mr. Henry W. Wood,

the head of the house, is a merchant of great capacity, who through

his fine methods has built up the largest and most important seed

business in his city, and furnishes the farmers of this State and

elsewhere with a most important article of agriculture, to-wit: pure

and well selected seeds. This eminent concern bears a striking

evidence of the improvement which the evolution of the wheel of time

has wrought.

On the Ashland accommodation train one day there were seated two

persons, whom we shall designate as Mr. T. and Mr. S. They were

sitting on opposite sides of the aisle of the car and the latter had a

horse that Mr. T. knew, and the conversation ranged on the subject of

horseflesh, or rather their knowledge of the same, and incidentally

Mr. S. said that he would take twenty-five dollars for his animal. Mr.

T. at once produced the sum and handed it over to Mr. S., who took the

money and dashed it down to the floor, exclaiming that he was only

jesting and did not desire to sell his horse for the price stated. In

reply Mr. T. said that it was a plain transaction with him, and that

he claimed a delivery of the horse, to which demand Mr. S. demurred.

The case was finally carried to the court of Hanover county, and was

at last settled by awarding Mr. T. fifty dollars in lieu of the nag,

which belonged to the firm of S. and H. This was one of the most

remarkable cases ever on the docket of the Circuit Court of Hanover

for many years.

In the good old county of Goochland there lived two men who were

neighbors and great friends, and as a matter of course took an

interest in each other's welfare. They were in one respect totally

different in character: The one was very neat and tidy in his attire;

but his friend was quite the opposite, being careless in his dress and

rather untidy in his appearance. As he was about to move to Richmond

to reside, his friend kindly offered him some good advice. Said he:

"Since you are going to a city to reside, where one's dress is more

scrutinized than in the country, the first thing on reaching town go

to O. H. Berry's Clothing House, corner Eleventh and Main Streets, and

buy a fashionable cutaway suit of clothes. And then I would advise

with your white shirt you wear a white necktie whenever an occasion

offers, as it is the proper thing to do." He accordingly adopted his

good friend's advice and then wrote as follows:

"I have done as you suggested; went to O. H. Berry's elegant

establishment, where I procured the latest shape in cutaway suits, but

in regard to that white necktie, dear boy! I am constrained to say

that from my observation here, they are, except by preachers, worn

mostly by the barbers and colored waiters in the restaurants. Still,

to please my good friend, I shall decorate my neck with one when

occasion offers."

Edward S. McCarthy was elected captain of the 1st Company of Richmond

Howitzers at the reorganization on the Peninsular in 1862. He was

possessed of a most decided personality; he was rather stout in

figure, with a large, full face, piercing eyes, and in manner rather

inclined to be reticent in speech; but he had a heart as large as a

barn door, was sympathetic with all who needed a friend and as brave

as Marshall Ney. Careful of his men under fire, never seeking his own

protection, even under the most trying ordeal of a very severe fire

from the enemy's guns, such was the character of Captain Edward S.

McCarthy, the gallant commander of the 1st Company Richmond Howitzers,

who was struck, at the second battle of Cold Harbor, by a minnie ball

from the rifle of a sharp-shooter. The brave and noble soldier never

uttered a word after the fatal ball entered his body. I was within

three feet of him when he fell. No more gallant soul, no finer

Virginian gentleman ever yielded up the ghost on the field of

patriotism and duty than this Confederate warrior. What an awful thing

is war; when such specimens of manhood may be immolated upon the red,

gory altar of the God of War.

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