The Election for the Ratification of the Ordinance of Secession Was
Held on the Fourth Thursday of May, the 23d. On That Day Members of the
House of Delegates, and Perhaps Other Officers Were to be Elected.
Our Departure.
Lynchburg and to Manassas Junction.
The total vote (1033) in Giles County was cast in favor of the
ratification of the Ordinance of Secession. Captain William Eggleston
was elected to the House of Delegates over Dr. John W. Easley by a
majority of 234 votes. Our departure for the rendezvous was delayed for
the purpose of giving such members of the company as were entitled to
vote the opportunity to do so. To avoid delay and to furnish means to
carry us to the railway station twenty-one miles away, preparations
were made in advance to transport us in wagons.
The day arrived at last. It was a lovely May morning; the sun shone in
all his splendor, the birds sang, all nature seemed to smile, and there
was nothing to indicate that this should be the last farewell for many
noble Giles County boys to home, friends, and loved ones. We seemed to
be going on a holiday journey, to return in a few days. But alas! when
the time of departure arrived, what a change of scene! The town was
being filled with people,--the fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters,
wives, relatives, friends and lovers of the men and boys who were
starting on the errand of war. Here was a fond and loving mother
clinging to her baby boy, weeping, sobbing, praying the Father of all
Mercies to protect and preserve the life of her darling child, amidst
the fury and storm of battle. There stood the patriotic, gray haired
father, the tears trickling down his cheeks, giving to his beloved son
words of comfort, begging that he act the man, be brave, do his duty,
refrain from bad habits, and to shun all appearance of evil. A loving
sister might be seen with her arms around a brother's neck, reminding
him of her love and attachment, and her grief and sorrow at parting
from one with whom she had been associated from childhood's days, upon
whom she had leaned for protection, and upon whom her fondest hopes for
the future rested, and whose face she was, in all probability, gazing
upon for the last time. Ears were not deaf to the mutual promises and
plighted faith of lovers, of what they hoped one day should be
realized. Nor were eyes dim to the parting glances and silent tears,
for scarcely could be found an eye that was not bathed in tears on this
occasion. It was weeping, shaking of hands, "goodbye," and "God bless
you;" and thus the scene continued until the long train of wagons drove
us away.
On reaching the residence of that hospitable gentleman, Thomas Shannon,
ten miles away, we found in his orchard near the spring a long table on
which was spread a splendid dinner. After partaking thereof, and
resting a short time, we resumed our journey towards Dublin, arriving
there at sunset. Assembling near the station, we were addressed by
Colonel Pogue and Mr. Frank Wysor, whose speeches were well timed and
patriotic, which, together with the good supper furnished us, had the
effect to dispel in some degree the gloom and sadness of the morning.
At eleven o'clock P.M. we boarded the train for Lynchburg, arriving
there at sunrise next morning. With us were Robinson and Hurt, drummer
and fifer, who kept us well supplied with music during that long
night's ride. Crowded closely in the coaches, unaccustomed to riding on
the cars, and sleeping none, we found ourselves on reaching Lynchburg
pretty badly used up. Falling into line at the station, we marched up
Bridge street to Main, then to a back street above, going into quarters
in a tobacco warehouse, where we remained but a day and night; then to
the fair grounds, or Camp Davis, as it was called. There we were joined
by Captain Eggleston's company, the Mercer company under Captain
Richardson, with several companies from the counties of Franklin,
Henry, Patrick, Floyd, Montgomery, and Carroll, which later formed the
24th Virginia regiment of infantry, commanded by Colonel, afterwards
Lieutenant-General Jubal A. Early, Peter Hairston, Lieut.-Col., and J.
P. Hammett as Major. Colonel Early was not in camp with us at Lynchburg
and did not join us until we reached Manassas. The camp was in charge
of Lieut.-Col. Hairston, a tall, slender, sandy-haired, blue-eyed man,
good natured, but, as we then thought, evidently better qualified to
manage his farm down in Henry County than a green military force
composed of Virginia gentlemen, unused as they were to restrictions or
restraints upon their personal liberty, and not to be broken into
harness, so to speak, in a few days.
Our quarters were rude plank sheds with inclined rough floors; our
bedding not of feathers, but of a little straw and blankets. As no one
in the company knew anything of the art of cooking, what little was
done as a matter of course was badly done; the cooking vessels
consisting of a tin cup, camp kettle, and frying pan. Bread was
generally furnished from the bakers' shops of the city, while meat,
rice, beans, peas, etc., had to be dumped into a camp kettle and boiled
together--so that it requires no strong stretch of the imagination on
the part of the reader to realize that we had a real mess. However,
"necessity, the mother of invention," compelled us to learn how to
cook, and we were right apt scholars.
In a few days after taking up quarters at Camp Davis, there were issued
and delivered to us Springfield muskets, bayonets, scabbards, cartridge
boxes, but no ammunition. With these muskets we performed quarter
guard, the chief objects of which seemed to be to keep the men out of
the city, and to give us some knowledge as to the handling of arms. In
accomplishing the first named purpose it was vain; the guards had
muskets, but no powder and ball, therefore if anyone were desirous of
passing the lines into the city, he had only to wait until the sentry
turned on his beat to walk away, then glide quickly across the line;
but when the sentry did catch a fellow, he usually made him stand at
the point of his bayonet, marking time, until the corporal of the guard
could answer the call and conduct the prisoner to the guardhouse.
Consequently a different remedy was resorted to by the officers, viz.:
The frequent call of the roll, by which the absentees were readily
ascertained. This had the effect of lessening the practice of going
into the city without permission.
We remained in Lynchburg eight days, breaking camp at Camp Davis Friday
the 31st day of May, 1861, and departing that evening in freight cars
over the Orange and Alexandria Railroad, for Manassas Junction, a
distance of one hundred miles or more. After a long, tiresome,
all-night ride, we reached Manassas at sunrise on the morning of June
1st, the morning on which occurred, at Fairfax Court House, a skirmish
between the Federal and Confederate outposts, in which Capt. John Q.
Marr, of Fauquier, was killed and Major Ewell wounded. The Confederate
post at Manassas was named "Camp Pickens" in honor of Governor Pickens
of South Carolina.