. Story of the service of Company E [electronic resource]: and the Twelfth Wisconsin Regiment, Veteran Volunteer Infantry, in the War of the Rebellion : beginning with September 7th, 1861, and ending with July 21st, 1865 . to other buildings causing, in spiteof all we could do, a general conflagration. Our company was on patrol guard, and we spent much ofthe afternoon marching about the streets to see that orderwas preserved; the rest of the time we fought fire to keep itout of the dwelling houses. While we were patrolling thestreets, a young lady came out of a house crving and wringingher han
. Story of the service of Company E [electronic resource]: and the Twelfth Wisconsin Regiment, Veteran Volunteer Infantry, in the War of the Rebellion : beginning with September 7th, 1861, and ending with July 21st, 1865 . to other buildings causing, in spiteof all we could do, a general conflagration. Our company was on patrol guard, and we spent much ofthe afternoon marching about the streets to see that orderwas preserved; the rest of the time we fought fire to keep itout of the dwelling houses. While we were patrolling thestreets, a young lady came out of a house crving and wringingher hands, saying that her grandma was very sick andthat the fires were sure to get into their house in a short begged of Lieutenant Kinney that he would help in someway to get her out of danger. Kinney was moved by thepathetic appeal and assured her that he would report thecase and have it attended to. Dan Gillispie does not forget Orangeburg. He undertookto pass along a street lined with burning houses.* He didnot think it would be very hot, but, before he got through, onehand and one side of his face were badly burned. He can *Dan was carrying some hone) to John Griffin, who was sick at theCourt House D. C. GILLISPIE, COMPANY E. 403 show the scars to this day, and they bear silent testimony tono little suffering. While we were charging into town and chasing the Rebelsdown the street toward the depot, we made no little noise,for ever}- last Yankee of us was yelling like a ComancheIndian. We passed a house where half-a-dozen ladies lookeddown upon us from a balcony. Some of them seemed amused,but one black-haired maiden shook her little fist at us in anagony of rage. Our boys shouted as they cantered by, -Oh,you dear darlings, where are those fellows of yours. We wantto see them. Her black eves fairly flashed as she spit outbetween her teeth, •• Youll find them ! Youll find them, youwill ! They are waiting for you and theyll make you sorryyou ever came into this
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