Richard Albert Clarkson was living with the family of his uncle, Joseph Albert Clarkson, when the Civil War began. He was a young
man of about sixteen. His primary service during the war was with the 14th
Regiment, Virginia Cavalry from Charlotte county Virginia. Many years after the
war, RA was asked to share his war recollections. The first of two letters is addressed to
Captain Edwin Bouldin. Captain Bouldin headed RA’s regiment and they remained
in touch with each other throughout their lives. Among other anecdotes, he gives this
description of Camp life:
. . . In January ’63 I
joined the Company, then in Winter Quarters near Salem, Roanoke co, Va . . our
Mess was a large one composed, if I remember right, of your honorable self, . .
. Roberts of Drakes Branch, Sam Gaines of Charlotte CH [Courthouse], Ad West of
Halifax, McMorris of Dupree’s old store, Sam’l McCargo and myself of
Wyliesburg, and the two servants . . . your man (whose name I have forgotten)
who always indulged in the Indian war-hoop when he got a little “red eye”
ahead, and the Negro Gilas employed by Roberts, McCargo and myself. Guard duty
around the camp, and the usual morning and afternoon drill was all that
bothered us. The remainder of the time was spent in pleasures and sleep. I had
a violin, and Ad West a banjo, -by-the-way, I have never seen his equal as a
banjoist since, and we used to almost raise the tent with our musical
performances the principal ‘air’ being ‘Git up Liza Jane’. This I believe was
your favorite instrumental piece, and we gave it to you till you would often
cry, “hold, enough”. The music ended, games were taken up, those who liked
cards engaging in the ever continued game of bluff, while others would satisfy themselves
with checkers, chess, etc. McMorris and I whittled out of cedar, red and white,
a set of chess-men and our occupation, when not on duty, or making music, was wholly
chess-playing. All over the camp could be heard the terms, “I see you better”
and “I’ll straddle you”, etc. etc. Occasionally Sam Gaines and I who were
inclined to be ladies-men would, with your permission, visit the young ladies
in Salem, and at Hollins’ Institute. Well do I remember the first time I heard
the sweet song “Lorena”. Modest, gentle Miss Margy Logan of Salem sang it for
Sam and I, to perfection. Never since, have I heard it as she sang it.
Association may have something to do with it, I was captivated, just old enough
to fall in love, and vain enough to think all girls loved me. Alas! I was mistaken in this case, for the
other fellow (Sam) made the impression, and I was left.
The second letter is addressed to Mrs Falconer. Her identity
is unknown, but the letter suggests that she was collecting Civil War reminiscences.
In this second letter RA shares his experience at the Battle of Gettysburg,
Pennsylvania. It’s more sobering tones
report the death of his great friend, Sam McCargo:
[july 1 gettysburg]
Ewell’s corps occupied the left of Gen Lee’s line of battle, and our brigade of
cavalry
was placed on his
(Ewell’s) left flank, which Buford’s cavalry tried to turn. ‘Twas here that our
Brig Gen Jenkins was badly wounded by the bursting of a shell. I saw him brought
off the field. Our ammunition gave out and the Captain of my company, Edwin E Bouldin,
ordered me to find the ordinance train. After I returned the fighting in our
part of the field became fierce. My mess mate, Samuel McCargo, was wounded and
throwing up his arms exclaimed “Clarkson, get me off the field.” I tried to
support him but had to call help. Meantime he was shot again, and John Roberts,
whom I had called was also shot. His wound however was slight, and in taking
McCargo off he (McCargo) received a third wound and finally had to be left in
the enemy’s hand, where he died.
These letters, in full, are available under the Feature
Articles at Family Stories, pamgarrett.com. See Gettysburg Remembered. Richard Albert Clarkson
is my great, great grandfather.
Photo: Black and white photograph of Town of
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, about the time of the Civil War battle; 1863; published 1907; Carl Schurz,
Reminiscences, Volume Three, McClure Publishing Co., 1907; author unknown; Wikipedia
Commons.
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