. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . 426 THE STUKV OF CHAPTER XLVIII. The Story OP a Scout—A. H. Rowakd, 1st West Vikginia Cavai-rv—The Cai-tire of Harry Gilmor — Sheridans Message to Grant, ako How it Kraoiied Him — Private Letters of the War Times—\V. II. II. Crosier, 149th New York Infantry — Why THE Flag AVas Not CaiTIRED. ARCHIBALD H. ROWAND. was born in Alleghany, Pa., in 1S45,and when the war broke out was residing there, acting as clerkin the auditors office of
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . 426 THE STUKV OF CHAPTER XLVIII. The Story OP a Scout—A. H. Rowakd, 1st West Vikginia Cavai-rv—The Cai-tire of Harry Gilmor — Sheridans Message to Grant, ako How it Kraoiied Him — Private Letters of the War Times—\V. II. II. Crosier, 149th New York Infantry — Why THE Flag AVas Not CaiTIRED. ARCHIBALD H. ROWAND. was born in Alleghany, Pa., in 1S45,and when the war broke out was residing there, acting as clerkin the auditors office of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and ChicagoRailroad. On July 17. 1862, he enlisted at Wheeling. W. Va., asprivate in the 1st West Virginia Cavalry, being then liut seventeen years of age. In a letter to the compiler of these records,Rowand \vrites under date of Decemlier 26. from Pittsburg. Pa.: It was my duty to be in every engagement inwhich my regiment i^articipated, and I iras in everyone with Sheridan, from the time he came into Shen-andoah Valley until the wind-up at Appomattox. I was with General Milroy personallyat Winchester, where he cut his waythrough, going in with six thousand menand coming out with one thousand twohundred. In that fight, I l)elieve. I hadthe closest call of any, the man on theright and the man on the left of me bothbeing killed. General Milroy, who was al-most directly in front of me, had the Hank ofhis horse taken off with a grape-shot. Underorders, I gave him mine, rode that three leggedhorse off the liattlefield. and got for the generalhis white horse, which was afterward captured at Rich {Mountain, and itwasnt a pleasant job. riding through that pitiless shower of bullets. Fortunately, I contracted no disease while in the army, neithei- was I atany time badly wounded. As a matter of fact, I was too skinny to sto]i ;i Aro
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