This is a Message Board Post that is gatewayed to this mailing list. Surnames: Deadmore Classification: Query Message Board URL: http://boards.ancestry.com/mbexec/msg/an/GBC.2ACE/1474 Message Board Post: "...many regiments of men, who upon the field of battle demonstrated a fighting quality that was unsurpassed in the Confederate Army. The 48th Regiment under the command of Col. John A. Campbell, the 37th Regiment under the command of Col. Samuel V. Fulkerson, & the 33rd VA Regiment under the command of Col. Arthur C. Cummings constituted a part of the Stonewall Brigade & brought great honor & distinction to the people of this county Wash. Co. VA] by their bravery & their indomitable purpose." Source: usgenweb.com, Wash. Co. VA ***************************************************** Written by John K. Deadmore b about 1830, d aft Feb. 1869, from Abingdon, Wash. Co. VA "A Bit of War Poetry, The following has been sent to the Virginian with a request it be published, as a letter home during the Civil War. There is a lot of rhyme, but poetry is a very scarce article in every part of it. Of course it was merely written to be "funny"---that's all. 'Tis little young people know, What we poor soldiers undergo. When called upon to take up arms, To guard our country from all harms- At break of day the morning gun, At reveille the fife & drum, Disturb the soldiers' sweet repose, And tell him to put on his clothes. The sergeant mopes his way about, Exclaiming, "come boys, quick turn out!" As well by practice as design, In front & rear he forms a line. Eyes right, Eyes left, steady's the word, The captain then draws out his sword; The sergeant then takes out his roll, Our names are called, the absent told. Often young upstarts have command. With coats laced up & sword in hand. They speak & act like nabobs, or Some king or prince or emperor. Sometimes in office bad man are, Who lose their men by want of care. And bring them to a dreadful end, And let them die without a friend, Sometimes we lie upon the ground, Where no kind shelter can be found- Sometimes in rain, sometimes in snow, Where sleet descends & tempests blow. The surgeon is a man of skiil [skill], And gives the sick each day a pil' [pill], And if perchance it don't act well, He'll curse & d-n [damn] our souls to he-ll! And so to grub we have enough, Altho' our beef is often tough, But of this we don't complain, For fear 'twill never come again. And now a line or two I'll give, To tell you how the soldiers live; And first they live on diet strong, So as to march & hold out long. Beef we got in lots & squares, But bacon only comes in shares- But one time in a week or two- But beef comes daily, tough & blue. Molasses, sugar, coffee, rice, Alternate weeks we get them twice. We lived quite well for twelve months past, God only knows how long 'twill last. There was a time when grub was low, Ere we left Laurel Hill you know; We marched nine days & ten nights too, Before that race was run quite through. Our noble colonel led us out, He said he could without a doubt, And led us 'tward the Yankee land, Along the edge of Maryland. We came to Monterey to rest, Altho' that place was not the best; We here remained a week or two, To Greenbrier river then we flew. Here we spent of days twoscore, And then were ordered to Dunmore, There to lounge upon the grass, And guard a rugged mountain pass. Soon we felt a keen northwester, And there were ordered to Winchester, There to spent the winter through, In cotton houses, white & blue. We rested there for one month only, And then were ordered o'er to Romney, There to meet the Yankee rabble, Who, when they saw us did skedaddle. About the 4th of January, We fought at Capon Bridge or Ferry, We burnt the bridge & played the d-l, [devil] And then returned to camp to revel. Then back to Winchester again, Thro' mud & sleet & snow & rain, The tramp was dreadful, but however, Soldiers never mind the weather. At Kernstown if you remember, The Yankees thought we would surrender; But fooled they were when one & all, Thought they would beat us to the wall. We beat them there by a few paces, And poured our fire into their faces, 'Twas there a squad, with better skill, Cross-fired upon us from a hill. And rather than to Yankees yield, We moved our forces from the field, Some were wounded, some were killed, Some crippled as we left the field. Some were captured as you know, But have returned to meet the foe, McCellian thought a trick he'd play, And capture Richmond right away. Lee called his force for the attack, And in the call awoke "old Jack." This hero came & struck a blow, On their right flank as you know. The Yankees found out he was there. And left the field in wild career. Pope thought that he could get in still, By sneaking round in Gordonsville. "Stonewall" was there when Pope concluded, "Old Jack,' could not be eluded, He slipped away as sly as a do[o]rmouse, And changed his base to Orange Court-House. But Jackson caught him on the way. And Yankeedom now rules the day. I think we'll try old Pope again, If we can find him on the plain. But friend I'll stop, my tale is o'er. And sign myself- J.K. Deadmore" Source: The Virginian newspaper from Abingdon, Wash. Co. VA area. Date: Civil War era, Author: Sergeant John Keller Deadmore, of the 37th VA, hometown was Abingdon, VA, Caretaker of newspaper poem, William Beazley/TX Note* According to the Sergeant John Keller's Civil War records he was wounded at the Battle of the 2nd Manassas. The family story is that he returned home after the war but died by about 1869. Transcribed by Lesley Ann Johnson Hager July 2003 ******************************************************* Name: John K. Deadmore, Enlistment Date: 22 April 1861 Distinguished Service: DISTINGUISHED SERVICE, Side Served: Confederacy, State Served: VA Unit Numbers: 795 795, Service Record: Enlisted as a Sergeant on 22 April 1861 Enlisted in Company K, 37th Infantry Regiment VA on 22 April 1861 On rolls on 15 August 1861, Received pay on 15 April 1862 (Estimated day) Promoted to Full Sergeant 3rd Class on 01 May 1862 Received pay on 15 September 1862 (Estimated day) On rolls on 15 December 1862, Admitted on 12 May 1863 at Chimborazo Hospl, Richmond, VA Furlough on 05 June 1863 (30 days), Absent, sick on 15 April 1864 (Estimated day) Returned on 15 September 1864 (Estimated day) Retired Company K, 37th Infantry Regiment Virginia on 05 October 1864 Source: Ancestry.com, American Civil War Soldiers" *********************************************** "Abingdon, Va Hon. Ed. Morgan He dictates as I write. First [?] As I am destitute of everything would you be so kind as to Give me per mail some little assistance say 5 or 10 $/10. ~ [.] As I am out of provisions on a large family of orphan children I [try?] to support. I wo[r]k a little [?] mercy at your hands = I would not ask it[,] if knew not you had it to spare Pleas(e] let me here [hear] from you as soon as [2] practicable [practical?] = as I am entirely destitute [.] The sooner you can or will send me some assistance the better for my poor suffering children [.] "He that giveth to the poor cometh to the lord [.] May God ke[e]p you and pilot [?] you through is my humble prayer Yours-truely [truly] John K. Deadmore" "John Deadmore 1868" [different handwriting, maybe a filing index] Source: Edwin D. Morgan papers 1833-1883, New York State Library, Manuscripts & Archives, Letter from John K. Keller to Honorable Edwin Morgan *Note* John K. Deadmore was never married & had no children. He was born & resided in Abingdon, Wash. Co. VA for his whole life, except for a brief time spent serving as a Confederate Sergeant. in the Civil War. It sounds like John K. wrote this for someone else. The next question is "why" he is writing this to a businessman in New York city? Mr. Morgan was also involved in NY Republican Party Politics. His firm dealt in imports of coffee, tea, sugar, & spices. After reading his history, it doesn't sound as if he has any connection to VA other that Imports & Reconstruction after the Civil War.