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Private F. M. Mixson,Forty-five years after the war.
Reminiscences
of a Private
BY
FRANK M. MIXSON
Company "E" 1st S. C. Vols. (Hagood's)
Jenkins' Brigade Lee's Army
1861 1865
1910
The State Company
Columbia, S. C.
Copyright, 1910
By
THE STATE COMPANY
DEDICATION.
Dedicated to the Sons and Daughters of "the LostCause," who should know of the valor, trials, sufferingand privations of the noblest people and thegrandest army that God ever put on this earth, sothat they too can pass down to their children andtheir children's children a true history of the greatdeeds of this glorious Southland, for the cause andprinciples they loved so well and for which theysuffered, bled and died.
PREFACE
In the summer of 1865 I first met Frank M.Mixson, the writer of these reminiscences. He wasthen a boy of eighteen summers, with four years ofcontinuous service in the army of the ConfederateStates to his credit.
In that depressing time, when the old civilizationof the South had been prostrated by the cyclone ofwar, when every hope seemed forever gone fromthe sky of the darkened future, he was full of thesteady, unflinching courage of the ConfederateVeteran, looking with unwavering faith to theresurrection that loyalty to principle, trust in theright and confidence in the destiny of the Anglo-Saxonwould assure in the peace of the patient comingyears.
Heroes of the Lost Cause were not then so scarceas now, and from time to time many of the oldercomrades of the boy soldier told me of his deeds ofcool daring on the battle line, of mischievous lifein the winter bound camps or on the weary march.
And so the years passed, but they did not dim thememories of those who had touched elbows withhim from Charleston to Appomattox.
At my insistent request, he, now graying withyears, wrote for publication in my paper thesereminiscences, as told by the winter fireside to thegrandchildren gathered under his roof tree in theholida