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sublime instance of unselfishness, but it was an unselfishness born of sympathy with present suffering appealing to him. The unselfish- ness of the Confederate was born of an abstract love of country looking away from the present to the future weal of our dear South- land. Who does not see that the self-denial of Private Addison Jones, of the Fifth North Carolina regiment, was of a higher and nobler type than the self-denial of the chivalric knight, the ideal hero of song and of story ?
I will give some illustrations of an authentic character of the cool- ness and self-possession of the private in the ranks. From Colonel Sweitzer, of McClellan's Staff, I got under a flag of truce an anec- dote of one of my couriers at Seven Pines. In carrying an order from me through the woods, he came unexpectedly upon a regiment, whose uniform made him feel blue. However, he kept up a bold front and asked: "What regiment is that?" "Seventh Massachu- setts," was the reply. "All right," said the courier," the orders are to hold your position at all hazards." Then he turned off into the woods before the blue-coats recovered their surprise sufficiently to give a harmless volley after him. I may not have right the name of the Federal regiment, but by inquiry I found out that of the courier ; for, modest as brave, he had not boasted of his adventure. He was Hector Bowden, of Loudoun county, Virginia. Poor fel- low ! his was a sad fate, for on a secret visit to his parents, he was murdered by the Tories of Means's gang.
One other incident of the same kind. After the defeat of Porter at Cold Harbor, and while his men were huddled together in a con- fused mass in the woods after dark, they were told to encourage them, that Richmond had been captured and forthwith began to cheer vociferously. One of my couriers thinking that cheering could only come from victors, rode in among them and was greeted with the question: " Have we got Richmond ?" "Yes;" answered he, "we have got Richmond," and escaped under cover of their shouts and rejoicing. That courier was John Chamblin and Richmond has got him, if he has not got Richmond.
An anecdote showing the kind of wit, which characterized the rollicking, careless, undisciplined boys of 1861, may not be out of -place here. The story has been often told and many regiments have been credited with it. But I know the very time and the very regi- ment to which the anecdote belongs. At Yorktown, a colonel called out his regiment, formed it in line and began to scold the men sav- agely for some breach of discipline. In the midst of his vituperation
