A 366-page paperback narrative of this digital regimental is now available for sale at Amazon here, and also here as an ebook.
Both contain some additional material not found in this Web version but otherwise are faithful reproductions of it. The title comes from Private Thurman Early Hendricks of the Minutemen of Attala. He wrote in a memoir that, in early 1863, its veterans called the regiment “The Bloody Thirteenth.”
An advantage of the paper and ebook formats, in addition to providing lasting, personal copies of the history, is that they can be read from beginning to end instead of finish to start as is the format of a blog. Much easier to read in the usual way. The ebook also is searchable and the paperback has an index of many of the regiment’s soldiers, for the convenience of descendants wishing to see what’s available about their ancestor. Enjoy!
You might have a hard time imagining how creative one could be cooking with one pot or skillet over an open fire—no matter how creative you were in scrounging up the makin’s from sometimes pitifully small rations.
Comes Clarissa Clifton to help you out. Her good recipe book ”One Hearth, One Pot” is short but valuable, and her explanations will help you conjure a full picture of a 13th soldier or his mess’s servant/slave cooking in camp or at makeshift stops on the march from one battle to the next. Chicken, hoe cakes and sweet potato biscuits. Yum.
“Remember,” she writes in her introduction, “most of the basic home recipes we cook today come from the open hearth…This cookbook focuses on the techniques of cooking used by slaves and the yeoman class of farmers.”
Ms Clifton, who does living history, open-hearth cooking demonstrations for visitors at foundation-owned historic plantations in Charlotte, North Carolina, and Roswell, Georgia, has a second cookbook in the works.
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TOCWOC’s review of Phillip Thomas Tucker’s new Barksdale’s Charge is more than complimentary.
“This is a detailed history of the men that charged and those who stopped them. The author lets them tell the story with extensive quotes from their letters and diaries. Additionally, he quotes a number of respected historians to support the idea that this is the ‘High-water Mark’ of the Confederacy.
“This is solid old-fashion battle history where heroics are commonplace. Some may complain about ‘purple prose’ but some history must be written that way. Purple prose or not, this is a good tactical history of how regiments and brigades fought. The author is careful to detail the tactics used giving the reader a better understanding of command and control in the smoke filled, confused and incredibly noisy environment that was battle.”
We descendents of the 13th Regiment of Barksdale’s Mississippi Brigade can be pardoned for sharing such sentiments about this best-so-far analysis of their Gettysburg charge—as we did even before TOCWOC’s approbation. But it’s very nice to have it to point to as well.
Read all of the review here.
The regiment spent its first Christmas Day, 1861, in camp near Leesburg.
Private Mike Hubbert of the Minutemen of Attala wrote in his diary: “Camp is in quite a stir this morning. The boys all feel gay from the effect of the fashionable old drink Egg Nog.”
Or so Clinton Hatcher of the 8th Virginia Infantry told lady friend Mary Sibert in an August, 1861, letter. He was speaking of their brigade drills under Colonel Nathan “Shanks” Evans at Leesburg.
“The men have just been drawing comparisons between the line of battle marching of our regiment and the 13 th Mississippian. Our regiment really beats them awfully. In fact we have been drilling over rocks and hills so long that now our men are getting to be quite soldierlike.”
Hatcher, who apparently alternated between a hotel in Leesburg and the regiment’s camp, wasn’t any more prejudiced against the Mississippi frontiersmen than most Virginians and perhaps even less so. He had stopped to pick up one of them who had fallen out on a march.
“…as he got in the carriage with me to ride I recognized him to be one of Judge Ferry’s sons whom I had met at Georgetown college. One of the old Columbian students is also in our brigade from Mississippi. It is so pleasant to meet old acquaintances in that way out in the army.”
Read more of Hatcher’s opinions at the Valley of The Shadow web site at the University of Virginia, a collection of Civil War era letters, diaries and memoirs by Virginians and Pennsylvanians.
Gen. William Barksdale was wounded several times near Plum Run on the Gettysburg battlefield in the late evening of July 2, 1863. He was carried to this home of shoemaker Jacob Hummelbaugh on Cemetery Ridge by several Union soldiers who’d been detailed to find him.
Here he was laid out in the yard to await his turn with the surgeons who had tranformed the home into a hospital. Finally, one of them, Alfred T. Hamilton of the 148th Pennsylvania, came out, looked Barksdale over and pronounced his chest wounds mortal. He died that night and was buried in the yard until his remains were retrieved in 1866 and taken home to Mississippi. He was reburied in Greenwood Cemetery in Jackson.
Via Mississippians In The Confederate Army.