conspicuous for gallantry, efficiency and good conduct. By his merit, constantly exhibited, he rose from a private in his regiment to its command, and showed by his actions that he was worthy of the position. "Lexington, Va., March 25, 1868." (Signed) "R. E. LEE, "But their memories e'er shall remain for us, And their names, bright names, without stain for us, In legend and lay Our heroes in gray Shall forever live over again for us." 24-B. C. "KIT GOODWYN," COLORED When the "Hampton Legion" was encamped near "Valle Crucis" many a man arranged it so that family servants were permitted to attach themselves to the entourage of "headquarters" or mess organization. These colored boys followed the column on many desperate marches, riding in easy touch of the young masters, who with inordinate pride wore the gray. The relations of master and man were ofttimes touching, touching to a degree when with tender care they prepared the young master for burial. "Kit Goodwyn" was a follower in an humble way of all the "Hamptons" in the eventful period of 1861-1865, especially General Wade, and Colonel Frank Hampton. When on that eventful day at Brandy Station, Frank Hampton fell covering a splendid retreat, with masses of men crowding, but contesting inch by inch. the ground to be covered. There was in the death of Colonel Hampton something which recalled the last moments of a "Crusader," for in bearing, in courage, and in deportment he reminded me ever of Scott's "Talisman," and "Sir Kenneth" personified in Frank Hampton. Kit Goodwyn loved "Mass Wade" (General Hampton); he simply adored "The Colonel," "Mass Frank," and Kit has felt all the days of his life that with Hampton, Preston and Manning the latch-string hangs within easy reach. Kit keeps alive the memories of former days, and almost any Saturday, should one exert himself and in an idle moment visit "Trinity churchyard," Kit could be found dusting and cleaning the tombs of former army friends, playmates, and young masters, if you choose. Kit and the sound of bullets and of screeching shells were familiar friends, and with gentle hands and on bended knee he helped sooth the last moments of a master, no less than friend. In that one moment he prayed as you and I would have done, comrade, for a playmate, schoolmate, or friend-he prayed for one loved by him, with the same tenderness that you and I prayed for our three. Now, one day I witnessed the heart of Kit Goodwyn bowed down. "Burgess's Mill," October 27th, 1864, was a terrific engage ment, and after a terrible struggle, Preston Hampton went to his death rendering duty to his father as aide-de-camp, and Major Wade Hampton, A. D. C. General Joseph E. Johnston, but that day a volunteer aide to his father, received a terrible wound. It was about 4 p. m. when Wade and Preston fell, the enemy were pressing. At this juncture General M. C. Butler ordered Major Theo. G. Barker to order Major T. B. Ferguson to "move forward and charge his front." At this instant General M. C. Butler directed his personal courier, U. R. Brooks, to order Colonel R. B. Jeffords to advance his regiment, and the gallant Fifth moved forward together with the Sixth. It was then that Jeffords fell, a bullet penetrating the brain. A spell fell over the field that day, but under orders U. R. Brooks rode forward, and reporting to General Hampton that Major Barker was desperately wounded, Colonel Jeffords killed, Preston and Wade, one dead on the field of battle, the other sorely wounded, bore testimony to the courage and endurance of Carolinians on battlefields of the South, from Sumter to Virginia, and Carolinians first, last and all the time for the "Confederacy." This is mere tribute to the "Orderly" and "Courier" life of South Carolina's chieftains. Hampton and Butler dead, both loved Carolina. Soon it may be that over the sunset of our glorious Southern sky there, across the "Old Congaree," one of the gallant men who fought to the finish, joined Hampton, and as the two in fearful days maintained the honor of the State, so as they have passed away they leave only the memories of the past, "dear as remembered kisses after death." WADE HAMPTON MANNING, Orderly Wade Hampton, Charleston Light Dragoons, Troop "K," Fourth S. C. Cavalry. CONTRIBUTION FROM A YANKEE SCOUT By invitation of Colonel U. R. Brooks, of Columbia, S. C., that gallant and knightly Southern gentleman whose record in the Confederate Army is second to none, the writer proposes to give here a little incident of the war which may be of interest to some of the readers of Colonel Brooks's priceless volume. It is hardly necessary, at the outset, to say that these lines are penned by what not a few Southerners would rather ironically term a "Yankee soldier." He was but a youth of seventeen when he enlisted in the Thirty-fourth Ohio Infantry Regiment, recruited in Cincinnati, the place of his birth, and who will not be charged with boasting when he tells you that he served with his regiment continuously from July 25th, 1861, to July 25th, 1865, and in these four eventful years participated in forty-two engagements, big and little, and who, in one of the battles in and around Winchester, Va., was struck in the right shoulder by a Confederate bullet. Well, this is sufficient for identification, and now for the reminiscence, simple as it is. It was in the beautiful valley of the Shenandoah-that slaughter house of brave men on either side. General Crook, commanding the Army of Western Virginia, as it was then called, was marching with a small detachment in the neighborhood of Callahan's Stand. The general was followed by his staff, orderlies and headquarters clerks, and was preceded by a part of a troop of "Blazer's Scouts," a famous organization of Union backwoodsmen who were of invaluable service to the Federal army. The writer, then but an humble clerk detailed for duty with Crook's headquarters, asked and received permission to detach himself from the general and staff, and join the scouts. This he did in a few minutes. Not notifying Captain Blazer of this addition to his force, he rather modestly tacked himself on to the rear of the "Scouts," and tried to act as though, in truth, he was one of them. No objection to his presence being manifested, the cavalcade, with its new recruit, marched on. All were superbly mounted and ready for a fight or a foot race. We had gone perhaps a mile from where the new "scout" had joined his |