Charles E. Bunnell
9318 Fairway Ct
La Plata, MD 20646
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Copyright 1997 Charles E. Bunnell
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The Bunnell Newspaper Clippings
SRC NO. N11
NEWSPAPER: Unknown; possibly Whitney Point NY Reporter
SONS OF VETERANS' OYSTER SUPPER
My memory goes back more than forty-seven or eight years when my wife and I were invited to an oyster supper at East Berkshire for the Sons of Veterans in the house where Henry Clark resides. It was then owned by Nancy Bunnell and her son Ed. Well, they had a dance and I did not like that part of the entertainment so I stayed out in the kitchen. There were two veterans. William Fultz and the other man, I do not remember his name, but he said that his regiment was next to the 185th N. Y. regiment at Appomattox where General Lee surrendered. After the white flag came and fighting ceased a shell was fired and it hit First Lieutenant, Hiram Clark and killed him. That is all that I remember that he said.
But William Fultz told his experience, he said that his father and a brother were in the service and his brother in his first engagement had a horse or mule fall on him and squeezed all the courage out of him, and they never got him into another engagement.
He said that after one engagement there was one man with both eyes shot out and he begged Fultz to kill him. He told him he could not do that; he turned away and he heard a shot and the man had got hold of a gun and had killed himself.
He said in all his service there was only once that they got near enough to use the bayonet. He said the excitement and the heft of the gun made it about as easy as sticking a fork into a pumpkin.
At another time he said his father was sick in the hospital and he asked for leave to go to see him and was refused. He said he went and saw his father and he said they gave him the most damnable punishment. They fastened his legs and arms to an artillery wheel with the small of his back against the hub and set the wheel rolling. Well when they let up on that he told the officer that he would kill him for that but he said he would not do that. Then they put him on a dead man's post where one or more men had been killed. He said he was very sleepy as he had been up two or three nights. He said he put tobacco juice in his eyes and he did not like his post and went back and sat down. He said he saw the glint of a bayonet and raised his gun and fired and the Confederate gave a most unearthly yell. The Confederate said the picket was off his beat or he would have gotten him. Well they put Fultz in the guard house and in the morning an officer cane and asked him what he was in there for. He said, "I shot a Johney [sic] last night." and that was all there was to it.
Well nearly all the veterans are gone to the "Grand Review." There is not one left that I ever knew.
H. E. BUNNELL,
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