A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . veys command told me, were lostin the Coosa river. I can say that Capt. Harvey was agentleman, and we suffered no violencefrom him or his command. He wasvery fond of music and liked to playwhist, and was a frequent guest inour house. Thus he whiled away histime with my step-sister and when I sang The Officers Fu-neral, he leaned his head on the tableand sobbed aloud. He begged me tooverlook his apparent weakness, forhe had a wife and
A history of Rome and Floyd County, State of Georgia, United States of America; including numerous incidents of more than local interest, 1540-1922 . veys command told me, were lostin the Coosa river. I can say that Capt. Harvey was agentleman, and we suffered no violencefrom him or his command. He wasvery fond of music and liked to playwhist, and was a frequent guest inour house. Thus he whiled away histime with my step-sister and when I sang The Officers Fu-neral, he leaned his head on the tableand sobbed aloud. He begged me tooverlook his apparent weakness, forhe had a wife and a little boy in Mis-sissippi, and the chances were hewould never see them again. On Sept. 15, 1864, we met a differentband of men. These were the Inde-pendent Scouts. Yes, write the namein blood, drape it with the pall ofdeath, trace it with fire, and then youcannot conceive the full meaning ofthe term. A horde of these maraudersmade their camp in our neighborhood,committing the most outrageous atroci-ties on old and feeble men. A gangof perhaps a dozen came to our home,and took everything they could carryaway. Before leaving they laid violent. MAX MEYERHARDT, once judge of the CityCourt and for many years prominent inMasonic and civic affairs of Rome. hands on my father, swearing heshould be hung unless he gave themmoney, either gold or silver. A ropewas thrown over his head, and withan oath one of them started to draghim off to a limb. I threw up myhands and begged for my fathers lifewith all the fervor of a pent-up soul,assuring them he had no specie. Thering-leader looked me steadily in theface and said, I believe you are tell-ing the truth. I answered, On myhonor as a lady, as sure as there is aGod, I am! The rope was removedfrom my fathers neck, the leader re-marking, Old man, you owe your lifeto your daughter; but for her wewould have hung you as high as Ha-maan. On Oct. 10 and 12 Hoods wearyhorde appeared and passed in hot re-treat. It was ragged, worn, foot-soi-eand de
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