Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, April 11, 2013 at 09:05 AM.

I’m not sure what the Yankee fellow was thinking.  Perhaps the food was really bad or there wasn’t much food and he was hoping he would get shot.  Perhaps he was thinking he could signal to his Yankee brethren or find a way to sneak out of the swamp.

The captain just had a way with words.

Very soon after this tree climbing episode, the two Yankee “volunteers” disappeared.  And in the captain’s letter he notes, “…from whom we never heard till this day.” (I’m sure they headed north.)

This was March of 1865; my great-great-grandfather was noted as captured in April of 1865.  They were all around Bentonville, North Carolina where “our” last battle was fought on Sunday the 19th of March, 1865.  I suppose my great-great-grandfather either surrendered or was rounded up the first week of April.

At least he held out a little longer and didn’t run off with the “New York Yankees.”  It would be hard for my brother to clean a cemetery in the New York woods.

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