Samuel Haggard McGee Samuel Haggard McGee  ‎(I2283)‎
Given Names: Samuel Haggard
Surname: McGee

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Birth: 19 July 1843 Shelbyville, Bedford, Tennessee, USA
Death: 27 January 1930 ‎(Age 86)‎ Opelika, Lee, Alabama, USA
Personal Facts and Details
Birth 19 July 1843 Shelbyville, Bedford, Tennessee, USA

Military between 26 November 1861 and 1865 ‎(Age 18)‎ Civil War Portland, Sumner, Tennessee, USA

Address:
Camp Trousdale

Agency: Corporal, Company K, 41st Tennessee Infantry, CSA.

Show Details Note: FORTY-FIRST TENNESSEE INFANTRY.
By James D. Tillman, Fayettevills, Tenn.

This regiment was composed of two companies from Franklin county, com-
manded by C. H. Bean and A. M. Keith ; four from Lincoln county, commanded
lsy Capt. J. D. Scott, J. H. George, W. W. James, and John F. Fly; three from
Bedford county, Capts. Ab. S. Boone, W. L. Brown, and B. Logan ; and one from
the county of Marshall, J. G. Osborne, Captain. These companies numbered one
thousand men, and were organized into a regiment at Camp Trousdale, November
26, 1861. Robert Farquharson, who had been a Major in Col. W. B. Campbell's
regiment in the war with Mexico, was elected Colonel; K. G. McClure, of Mar-
shall county, Lieutenant-colonel; T. G. Miller, of Franklin county, Major; Jacob
Anthony, of Lincoln, Adjutant; Arch Hughes, of Bedford, Quartermaster; W.
W. McNelby, of Lincoln, Surgeon; and T. B. McNaughten, Commissary. The
latter was killed on leaving the boat at Fort Donelson by a cannon-shot fired by
one of the Federal gun-boats.

From Camp Trousdale the regiment went to Bowling Green on the 23d of
December, 1861. From Bowling Green it went to Fort Donelson, there taking
an active part in the fighting, and surrendering with Gen. Buckner. The privates
and non-commissioned officers were sent to Indianapolis, the line officers to Camp
Chase, at Columbus, Ohio, and the field officers to Fort Warren. The line officers
were afterward sent to Johnson's Island.

The men and officers were exchanged at Vicksburg in September, 1862, and
near that place, at Clinton, the regiment was reorganized, Farquharson being
reelected Colonel; J. D. Tillman, Lieutenant-colonel; and T. G. Miller, Major.
The company organization remained about the same, J. B. Feenby taking the place
of Scott as Captain, William March of George, and W. B. Fonville of Capt. Fly.

After much marching and countermarching in Northern and Central Missis-
sippi, the regiment was ordered to Port Hudson early in January, 1863, where
it was a silent spectator of the bombardment of the place and the passage of some
of the enemy's gun-boats.

The thunder of cannon, the sharp notes of steam-whistles, the hoarse hissing
of broken and punctured pipes, were terrific to the ear; the bursting of shell
and the blazing of fuses high in air were beautiful to the eye, but not a man was
killed, and the Forty-first Begiment never afterward seemed to have any fear of
cannon on land or water.

On the 2d of May the regiment left Port Hudson and went by rail and by
marches in the direction of Jackson, Miss. It became engaged with a large force
of the enemy at Raymond, where Capt. Boone was killed, as also Col. McGavock
of the Tenth Regiment. After this the command to which the Forty-first was
attached did some heavy fighting and a great deal of severe skirmishing at Jack-
son; and the marching, which characterized the movements of Gen. Johnston in
the rear of Vicksburg and on the flanks of Gen. Grant, was as severe and trying
as any service which the command had yet experienced.

At Yazoo City the men and officers disposed of a large portion of their jewelry,
consisting of watches, rings, and chains, to the ever-vigilant and far-sighted Jews.
They seemed to know that the surrender of Vicksburg could be delayed only a
few days, and then that a ring of the value of two or three dollars would be
worth more than two or three hundred dollars of Confederate money.

Vicksburg surrendered on the 4th of July, 1863, and the Forty-first Regiment
was encamped during the month of August at Enterprise, Miss., where it feasted
on peaches done in every style, and played poker for the money it had received
for its jewelry at Yazoo City.

On the 7th of September it left byway of Mobile, and went to the vicinity of
Chickamauga. It was in the thickest of that fight, and suffered severely in killed
and wounded; Lieut.-col. J. D. Tillman being in command, Col. Farquharson
having been placed on the retired list.

During the winter of 1863 and 1864, and up to May, 1864, it was encamped near
Dalton, Ga. On the 1st of May, 1864, during religious services, ten men were
killed by the falling of a tree.

In the retreat on Atlanta and Jonesboro the Forty-first Regiment did its full
share of fighting, skirmishing, and picketing, and gladly thence followed Hood on
his disastrous march into Tennessee. No command suffered more in the battle at
Franklin.

The few men and officers who had survived battles, picket duty, marches, and
disease, and — if without hope, still had pride — returned to the south side of the
Tennessee River, and in the spring of 1865 surrendered with Joseph E. Johnston
at Salisbury, North Carolina.

In the first consolidation of regiments, reduced to battalions, the Forty-first was
thrown with the Tenth, and made up as it then was of Irish from Nashville, and
of men who previous to their enlistment had many of them never seen a city, it
was as harmonious as if all had been of one nationality. The history of such a
regiment, composed of such men, seeking no danger through love of it, and shirk-
ing none through fear of it, is best found in the fame of the heroes it has aided
in making. Its brigade commanders were Bushrod Johnson, Maney, Gregg, and
Strahl, and by all it was always commended for its steady performance of every
duty required of it. There was never a feud among the officers, or bickerings
among the companies.

The Forty-first Tennessee was ever ready to do, or to attempt to do, whatever
was ordered, whether to dig a ditch or cross one in the face of the enemy, to
charge a battery or go on picket. It lost more men on picket than in the charge.
Its dead are laid away in unmarked graves in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama,
Georgia, and Tennessee, and in the prison cemeteries of Camp Douglas, Camp
Morton, Rock Island, and Camp Chase.

A thousand glorious actions that might claim
Triumphant laurels and immortal fame
Confused in crowds of glorious actions lie,
And troopa of heroes undistinguished die.

Mem. — One of the most valuable sketches of Tennessee in the great civil war
was brought out some years since by Sumner A. Cunningham, of Shelbyville, a pri-
vate in the above regiment.

Show Details Note: The Battle of Raymond.

BY WILLIAM E. CUNNINGHAM.
From Weekly Philadelphia Times, Nov. 26, 1881.

The morning of May 11, 1863, was bright and pleasant. Our men, after a
march of two hundred miles from Port Hudson, La., were scattered about the camp
which we temporarily occupied about one mile north of Jackson, Miss. Our march
had been tedious, as Grierson's raid had played sad havoc unto the railroad to New
Orleans, a short time before, leaving nothing for fifty miles but the hacked road-bed. The men were in groups, wandering about camp, or enjoying a cool plunge in the grateful waters of Pearl River, which ran close by. Many were the surmises as
to our destination and as to the object of our march. Many an eye gleamed and
brightened as some comrade ventured the prophecy that we were bound for Ten-
nessee, for our brigade was composed of Tennessee regiments, save one. The sur-
mises were cut short by the sharp bugle-blast, which sounded the assembly. In a
few minutes we were ready, and a short march brought us out on the hill over-
looking Jackson. Halting to form, we began the march through the city. The
Forty-first Tennessee, Col. Farquharson ‎(a man who gained celebrity in Mexico
as Major of the First Tennessee, and who was badly wounded at Monterey)‎, was
followed by the Third Tennessee, Col. Walker. Then came the Tenth Tennessee
‎(Irish)‎, Col. McGavock; then the Thirtieth, Col. Head; the Fiftieth, Col. Sugg,
and the First Tennessee Battery, Major Colms. The rear was brought up by Col.
Granbury, Seventh Texas, all under command of that lamented soldier and gen-
tleman, Gen. John Gregg, of Texas. The column was headed by the band of the
Third, and it fell to my lot to command the advance. As we moved down the
wide road, marching to the strains of " The Girl I Left Behind Me," I glanced
back, and could not restrain a feeling of pride in the splendid arrray of gallant
men, nearly all of whom I knew either personally or by regiment. It was a per-
fect body of men Gregg led through Jackson that lovely morning, and many a fair
hand on this occasion gave the lie to the story that Jackson people charged for
handing water to the noble fellows as they filed by. The streets were lined and the
windows crowded as we marched along, not knowing our destination till we passed
the depot and took the Raymond road. Raymond is the county-seat, although
Jackson is the State capital, and both being in the same county. We soon met
straggling cavalry who stopped in their mad flight long enough to tell us of a cavalry raid up from Grand Gulf. We had been itching for a fight, and could not have been suited better than to meet the raiders. The country was green with growing grain, and presented a peaceful, happy, and contented appearance. No sign of war had ever disturbed the people in their quietude ; no thought of a Federal, save as a prisoner, ever for a moment entered their heads. If there were timid ones they were reassured as our army of seven regiments appeared, advancing to meet a foe which we little dreamed was the advance of Grant's host. The citizens met us kindly and wonderingly. Raymond was peaceful; Raymond was
happy. No sound of strife had yet reached that retired spot, which then was
filled with refugees from other points. Early on the morning of the 12th the
town was overrun with soldiers, having what we called a " high old time." In
the midst of fun, feasting, and coquetting the long roll sounded, and every man
answered promptly. Gen. Gregg moved through the town very quietly, where
hundreds of people were eagerly watching events, little dreaming of the carnage
to follow. He formed his command with the right, composed of the Forty-first
Tennessee, covering the Edwards's Depot road and at intervals of fifty or one hun-
dred yards successively, with Capt. Graves's three-gun battery in the center on the
Grand Gulf road. This is the same Captain Graves who mounted an old rusty
piece on wagon-wheels and fired the first gun at Boonville, Mo., early in 1861.
This battery was supported by the Tenth. We were expecting nothing but cav-
alry, which we felt satisfied we could whip. Skirmishers were advanced in the
thick black copse, and almost instantly the quiet was broken by the crack of the
rifle, answered by the first big gun in our center. Suddenly the sound of the skir-
misher's rifle was lost amid the roar of musketry, while our three pieces belched
and thundered defiance at the six-gun battery of the enemy on the hill opposite.
The force of the enemy was developed, and very suddenly, for from right to
left along our whole front of a mile the battle opened at close range. At this
juncture Col. McQavock advanced to charge the battery, supported by the Third.
Nearly all saw him, as with gallant bearing he led his men, and as he moved ir-
resistibly forward, capturing four guns. This was as gallant a charge as ever was
made against terrible odds. In the moment of success the fiery McGavock fell,
shot through the heart. Major Grace took command, only to fall from a severe
wound. The fighting around the battery was bloody in the extreme. The Third
moved up in support, and in ten minutes one hundred and ninety of the five hun-
dred comprising their number were killed or wounded. By this time the battle
along the whole line was raging with incredible fury. At the one hundred and
thirteenth round one of Bledsoe's guns burst. Still we held our ground and had
possession of the captured guns. Gen. Gregg had discovered long before this that
we had encountered something heavier than cavalry, and by examining captured
prisoners found they represented eighteen regiments. A whole corps was in our
front. There was one of two things left us — to retreat in the face of such num-
bers, or to wait till we were entirely surrounded. He decided to retreat, which we
accomplished successfully, even moving our shattered guns to Mississippi Springs,
six miles from the battefield, where we bivouacked for the night. On our retreat
through Raymond we saw ladies with quilts and bandages for the wounded, who
were being cared for by their tender hands. They would not be persuaded to
leave the streets, even after the enemy's shells were flying and crashing through
houses. Mournfully we took up our line of retreat, bearing off our slightly
wounded prisoners, numbering two hundred and eighty.

"With six thousand men Gregg had met the advance of Grant's army, and had
successfully resisted his advance in a regular battle of eight hours. Our loss was
over ten per cent., or six hundred and fifty men killed and wounded. The his-
tory of the war furnishes no instance where the heroic gallantry of Southern sol-
diers showed to better advantage. After the lapse of eighteen years the memory
of Raymond, though fought by a single brigade of Confederates against fearful
odds, stands out as one of the most remarkable and hard-fought battles of the war.
Not one of the regiment commanders is now alive, and Gregg himself fought his
last battle in front of Petersburg, and now sleeps with the rest. This proved to
be the second act in Pemberton's grand drama of the "Fall of Vicksburg.'' On
the 10th the battle of Port Gibson was fought, Raymond on the 12th ; on the
15th that of Baker's Creek, which told the tale. Was it good generalship that
the defenders of the city should be divided and cut to pieces in three separate
battles ‎(not over 'twelve miles apart)‎ by overwhelming odds?

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Marriage Sarah Matilda "Tillie" Ventress - 1866 ‎(Age 22)‎ Bedford, Tennessee, USA

Death 27 January 1930 ‎(Age 86)‎ Opelika, Lee, Alabama, USA

Burial 30 January 1930 ‎(3 days after death)‎ Juliette, Monroe, Georgia, USA
Cemetery: Juliette United Methodist Church

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Sarah Matilda "Tillie" Ventress
1846 - 1901


Notes
Military FORTY-FIRST TENNESSEE INFANTRY.
By James D. Tillman, Fayettevills, Tenn.

This regiment was composed of two companies from Franklin county, com-
manded by C. H. Bean and A. M. Keith ; four from Lincoln county, commanded
lsy Capt. J. D. Scott, J. H. George, W. W. James, and John F. Fly; three from
Bedford county, Capts. Ab. S. Boone, W. L. Brown, and B. Logan ; and one from
the county of Marshall, J. G. Osborne, Captain. These companies numbered one
thousand men, and were organized into a regiment at Camp Trousdale, November
26, 1861. Robert Farquharson, who had been a Major in Col. W. B. Campbell's
regiment in the war with Mexico, was elected Colonel; K. G. McClure, of Mar-
shall county, Lieutenant-colonel; T. G. Miller, of Franklin county, Major; Jacob
Anthony, of Lincoln, Adjutant; Arch Hughes, of Bedford, Quartermaster; W.
W. McNelby, of Lincoln, Surgeon; and T. B. McNaughten, Commissary. The
latter was killed on leaving the boat at Fort Donelson by a cannon-shot fired by
one of the Federal gun-boats.

From Camp Trousdale the regiment went to Bowling Green on the 23d of
December, 1861. From Bowling Green it went to Fort Donelson, there taking
an active part in the fighting, and surrendering with Gen. Buckner. The privates
and non-commissioned officers were sent to Indianapolis, the line officers to Camp
Chase, at Columbus, Ohio, and the field officers to Fort Warren. The line officers
were afterward sent to Johnson's Island.

The men and officers were exchanged at Vicksburg in September, 1862, and
near that place, at Clinton, the regiment was reorganized, Farquharson being
reelected Colonel; J. D. Tillman, Lieutenant-colonel; and T. G. Miller, Major.
The company organization remained about the same, J. B. Feenby taking the place
of Scott as Captain, William March of George, and W. B. Fonville of Capt. Fly.

After much marching and countermarching in Northern and Central Missis-
sippi, the regiment was ordered to Port Hudson early in January, 1863, where
it was a silent spectator of the bombardment of the place and the passage of some
of the enemy's gun-boats.

The thunder of cannon, the sharp notes of steam-whistles, the hoarse hissing
of broken and punctured pipes, were terrific to the ear; the bursting of shell
and the blazing of fuses high in air were beautiful to the eye, but not a man was
killed, and the Forty-first Begiment never afterward seemed to have any fear of
cannon on land or water.

On the 2d of May the regiment left Port Hudson and went by rail and by
marches in the direction of Jackson, Miss. It became engaged with a large force
of the enemy at Raymond, where Capt. Boone was killed, as also Col. McGavock
of the Tenth Regiment. After this the command to which the Forty-first was
attached did some heavy fighting and a great deal of severe skirmishing at Jack-
son; and the marching, which characterized the movements of Gen. Johnston in
the rear of Vicksburg and on the flanks of Gen. Grant, was as severe and trying
as any service which the command had yet experienced.

At Yazoo City the men and officers disposed of a large portion of their jewelry,
consisting of watches, rings, and chains, to the ever-vigilant and far-sighted Jews.
They seemed to know that the surrender of Vicksburg could be delayed only a
few days, and then that a ring of the value of two or three dollars would be
worth more than two or three hundred dollars of Confederate money.

Vicksburg surrendered on the 4th of July, 1863, and the Forty-first Regiment
was encamped during the month of August at Enterprise, Miss., where it feasted
on peaches done in every style, and played poker for the money it had received
for its jewelry at Yazoo City.

On the 7th of September it left byway of Mobile, and went to the vicinity of
Chickamauga. It was in the thickest of that fight, and suffered severely in killed
and wounded; Lieut.-col. J. D. Tillman being in command, Col. Farquharson
having been placed on the retired list.

During the winter of 1863 and 1864, and up to May, 1864, it was encamped near
Dalton, Ga. On the 1st of May, 1864, during religious services, ten men were
killed by the falling of a tree.

In the retreat on Atlanta and Jonesboro the Forty-first Regiment did its full
share of fighting, skirmishing, and picketing, and gladly thence followed Hood on
his disastrous march into Tennessee. No command suffered more in the battle at
Franklin.

The few men and officers who had survived battles, picket duty, marches, and
disease, and — if without hope, still had pride — returned to the south side of the
Tennessee River, and in the spring of 1865 surrendered with Joseph E. Johnston
at Salisbury, North Carolina.

In the first consolidation of regiments, reduced to battalions, the Forty-first was
thrown with the Tenth, and made up as it then was of Irish from Nashville, and
of men who previous to their enlistment had many of them never seen a city, it
was as harmonious as if all had been of one nationality. The history of such a
regiment, composed of such men, seeking no danger through love of it, and shirk-
ing none through fear of it, is best found in the fame of the heroes it has aided
in making. Its brigade commanders were Bushrod Johnson, Maney, Gregg, and
Strahl, and by all it was always commended for its steady performance of every
duty required of it. There was never a feud among the officers, or bickerings
among the companies.

The Forty-first Tennessee was ever ready to do, or to attempt to do, whatever
was ordered, whether to dig a ditch or cross one in the face of the enemy, to
charge a battery or go on picket. It lost more men on picket than in the charge.
Its dead are laid away in unmarked graves in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama,
Georgia, and Tennessee, and in the prison cemeteries of Camp Douglas, Camp
Morton, Rock Island, and Camp Chase.

A thousand glorious actions that might claim
Triumphant laurels and immortal fame
Confused in crowds of glorious actions lie,
And troopa of heroes undistinguished die.

Mem. — One of the most valuable sketches of Tennessee in the great civil war
was brought out some years since by Sumner A. Cunningham, of Shelbyville, a pri-
vate in the above regiment.
Military The Battle of Raymond.

BY WILLIAM E. CUNNINGHAM.
From Weekly Philadelphia Times, Nov. 26, 1881.

The morning of May 11, 1863, was bright and pleasant. Our men, after a
march of two hundred miles from Port Hudson, La., were scattered about the camp
which we temporarily occupied about one mile north of Jackson, Miss. Our march
had been tedious, as Grierson's raid had played sad havoc unto the railroad to New
Orleans, a short time before, leaving nothing for fifty miles but the hacked road-bed. The men were in groups, wandering about camp, or enjoying a cool plunge in the grateful waters of Pearl River, which ran close by. Many were the surmises as
to our destination and as to the object of our march. Many an eye gleamed and
brightened as some comrade ventured the prophecy that we were bound for Ten-
nessee, for our brigade was composed of Tennessee regiments, save one. The sur-
mises were cut short by the sharp bugle-blast, which sounded the assembly. In a
few minutes we were ready, and a short march brought us out on the hill over-
looking Jackson. Halting to form, we began the march through the city. The
Forty-first Tennessee, Col. Farquharson ‎(a man who gained celebrity in Mexico
as Major of the First Tennessee, and who was badly wounded at Monterey)‎, was
followed by the Third Tennessee, Col. Walker. Then came the Tenth Tennessee
‎(Irish)‎, Col. McGavock; then the Thirtieth, Col. Head; the Fiftieth, Col. Sugg,
and the First Tennessee Battery, Major Colms. The rear was brought up by Col.
Granbury, Seventh Texas, all under command of that lamented soldier and gen-
tleman, Gen. John Gregg, of Texas. The column was headed by the band of the
Third, and it fell to my lot to command the advance. As we moved down the
wide road, marching to the strains of " The Girl I Left Behind Me," I glanced
back, and could not restrain a feeling of pride in the splendid arrray of gallant
men, nearly all of whom I knew either personally or by regiment. It was a per-
fect body of men Gregg led through Jackson that lovely morning, and many a fair
hand on this occasion gave the lie to the story that Jackson people charged for
handing water to the noble fellows as they filed by. The streets were lined and the
windows crowded as we marched along, not knowing our destination till we passed
the depot and took the Raymond road. Raymond is the county-seat, although
Jackson is the State capital, and both being in the same county. We soon met
straggling cavalry who stopped in their mad flight long enough to tell us of a cavalry raid up from Grand Gulf. We had been itching for a fight, and could not have been suited better than to meet the raiders. The country was green with growing grain, and presented a peaceful, happy, and contented appearance. No sign of war had ever disturbed the people in their quietude ; no thought of a Federal, save as a prisoner, ever for a moment entered their heads. If there were timid ones they were reassured as our army of seven regiments appeared, advancing to meet a foe which we little dreamed was the advance of Grant's host. The citizens met us kindly and wonderingly. Raymond was peaceful; Raymond was
happy. No sound of strife had yet reached that retired spot, which then was
filled with refugees from other points. Early on the morning of the 12th the
town was overrun with soldiers, having what we called a " high old time." In
the midst of fun, feasting, and coquetting the long roll sounded, and every man
answered promptly. Gen. Gregg moved through the town very quietly, where
hundreds of people were eagerly watching events, little dreaming of the carnage
to follow. He formed his command with the right, composed of the Forty-first
Tennessee, covering the Edwards's Depot road and at intervals of fifty or one hun-
dred yards successively, with Capt. Graves's three-gun battery in the center on the
Grand Gulf road. This is the same Captain Graves who mounted an old rusty
piece on wagon-wheels and fired the first gun at Boonville, Mo., early in 1861.
This battery was supported by the Tenth. We were expecting nothing but cav-
alry, which we felt satisfied we could whip. Skirmishers were advanced in the
thick black copse, and almost instantly the quiet was broken by the crack of the
rifle, answered by the first big gun in our center. Suddenly the sound of the skir-
misher's rifle was lost amid the roar of musketry, while our three pieces belched
and thundered defiance at the six-gun battery of the enemy on the hill opposite.
The force of the enemy was developed, and very suddenly, for from right to
left along our whole front of a mile the battle opened at close range. At this
juncture Col. McQavock advanced to charge the battery, supported by the Third.
Nearly all saw him, as with gallant bearing he led his men, and as he moved ir-
resistibly forward, capturing four guns. This was as gallant a charge as ever was
made against terrible odds. In the moment of success the fiery McGavock fell,
shot through the heart. Major Grace took command, only to fall from a severe
wound. The fighting around the battery was bloody in the extreme. The Third
moved up in support, and in ten minutes one hundred and ninety of the five hun-
dred comprising their number were killed or wounded. By this time the battle
along the whole line was raging with incredible fury. At the one hundred and
thirteenth round one of Bledsoe's guns burst. Still we held our ground and had
possession of the captured guns. Gen. Gregg had discovered long before this that
we had encountered something heavier than cavalry, and by examining captured
prisoners found they represented eighteen regiments. A whole corps was in our
front. There was one of two things left us — to retreat in the face of such num-
bers, or to wait till we were entirely surrounded. He decided to retreat, which we
accomplished successfully, even moving our shattered guns to Mississippi Springs,
six miles from the battefield, where we bivouacked for the night. On our retreat
through Raymond we saw ladies with quilts and bandages for the wounded, who
were being cared for by their tender hands. They would not be persuaded to
leave the streets, even after the enemy's shells were flying and crashing through
houses. Mournfully we took up our line of retreat, bearing off our slightly
wounded prisoners, numbering two hundred and eighty.

"With six thousand men Gregg had met the advance of Grant's army, and had
successfully resisted his advance in a regular battle of eight hours. Our loss was
over ten per cent., or six hundred and fifty men killed and wounded. The his-
tory of the war furnishes no instance where the heroic gallantry of Southern sol-
diers showed to better advantage. After the lapse of eighteen years the memory
of Raymond, though fought by a single brigade of Confederates against fearful
odds, stands out as one of the most remarkable and hard-fought battles of the war.
Not one of the regiment commanders is now alive, and Gregg himself fought his
last battle in front of Petersburg, and now sleeps with the rest. This proved to
be the second act in Pemberton's grand drama of the "Fall of Vicksburg.'' On
the 10th the battle of Port Gibson was fought, Raymond on the 12th ; on the
15th that of Baker's Creek, which told the tale. Was it good generalship that
the defenders of the city should be divided and cut to pieces in three separate
battles ‎(not over 'twelve miles apart)‎ by overwhelming odds?

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Samuel Haggard McGee ‎(I2283)‎
Birth 19 July 1843 Shelbyville, Bedford, Tennessee, USA
Death 27 January 1930 ‎(Age 86)‎ Opelika, Lee, Alabama, USA
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Sarah Matilda "Tillie" Ventress ‎(I2282)‎
Birth 9 October 1846 31 22 Bedford, Tennessee, USA
Death 23 December 1901 ‎(Age 55)‎ Juliette, Monroe, Georgia, USA

Marriage: 1866 -- Bedford, Tennessee, USA