The year was 1875, and the country was in the midst of Reconstruction. In a small community along the Roanoke River outside of Littleton, Halifax County, North Carolina, it was said that “vice and ruin reigned.” One new arrival to the neighborhood noted that “the men and boys were spending the Sabbath playing baseball, cards, chicken fighting” and other such “evil ways.”
Finding the local moral condition “very bad,” a Mr. H. Throckmorton set about to make a change and found an old run down school house in which to start a Sunday school. Though resistant at first, eventually the community acquiesced, and next came prayer meetings. When they outgrew the school house, they built a brush arbor to accomodate more people and split logs for seating.
Realizing a spark had been created, Mr. Throckmorton sought to bring a minister in for regular services. After several instances of being turned down, he found an itinerant preacher – the Rev. John Travis Weaver – who lived in nearby Brunswick County, Virginia. Weaver agreed to attend, and preached an eight day revival that is said to have resulted in fifty converts.
The rest, as they say, is history.
A few months later, the congregants committed themselves to the creation of a permanent Church, and named it “Weaver’s Chapel” in honor of its first minister. By the next year, a log-framed and permanent chapel was built.
The original members/contributors to the creation of Weaver’s Chapel included the noted Mr. H. Throckmorton; numerous members of the Wilson families (Nathaniel & Elizabeth Wilson, Presley Wilson, Eaton & Elvy Wilson, Andrew Jackson Wilson); Thomas Morris; Thomas Pulley; J.M. Pulley; Durrell Gholson; John Harper; John Northington; and Sterling Johnston, and many others.
Tomorrow, I am excited to return to Littleton to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the Church that my grandmother, great-grandparents, and numerous other family, called their own.
Founding Church Families/Members
Nathaniel Wilson. Founding member, and donated the timber used for the Chapel.Andrew Jackson Wilson, founding member.Archer Wilson & family. Archer was five years old when Weaver’s Chapel was founded. His family would continue to worship here for the next hundred years and more. Eaton & Elvira Shearin Wilson, founding members. Elizabeth Shearin Wilson, founding member and wife of Nathaniel Wilson.Sterling Johnston, who provided and donated the windows for the Chapel. Thomas Morris, founding member.
Tobacco BayMemorial plaque placed by the Sons & Daughters of the American Revolution in 2015Gunpowder MagazineMarker at TB
It’s throwback Thursday… and I get to talk about two of my favs, history and Bermuda! So…
🇺🇸 the 1775 Gunpowder Plot?! 🇧🇲
From a camp near Boston, on September 6, 1775, General George Washington penned a letter to the “Inhabitants of the Island of Bermuda,” calling on their “Favor and Friendship to North America and its Liberties…” Its purpose was to solicit much-needed gunpowder for Continental troops. This was a tricky request, as Bermuda had been under an American embargo some months before, and suffering from the loss of much needed food and other supply. What Washington proposed in essence was a trade.
His letter was unnecessary, though.
Much to his relief, friendly Bermudians had already come to the Colonies’ rescue just weeks before, on this day – August 14 – two-hundred and fifty years ago.
On that hot and humid night, under a full moon, several dozen Bermudian patriots under the guidance of Colonel Henry Tucker (father of Virginian, St. George Tucker) made their way to Tobacco Bay on the northeast coast of the island, climbing a steep hill and some distance to reach an unguarded powder magazine. There they acquisitioned and removed more than 100 casks of gunpowder, transporting them back to the Bay and loading the casks on two ships ready for transport to Philadelphia and Charleston.
The mission was a success, with thousands of pounds of gunpowder readily received for use by Washington’s army . And while investigated by the loyal Governor, no charges were ever brought against any suspect for their acts.
Today, we remember Yadkin County native Miles Melmouth Cowles, Adjutant of the 38th North Carolina Troops, who died on this date, 163 years ago.
Miles Melmouth Cowles, 1861
As Cowles’ full life story could fill numerous pages, this installment will focus only on his wounding and the subsequent days leading up to his death.
Arriving in Richmond in the late spring of 1862, the 38th North Carolina was a relatively “green” regiment. That soon changed, none more so when they marched off on June 26 into what would become the start of the Seven Days’ Battles around Richmond. For regimental Adjutant Miles M. Cowles though, this was not his first test. A seasoned veteran at the mere age of 27, Cowles had served previously as a First Lieutenant with the “Yadkin Grey Eagles,” comprising Company B of the 11th North Carolina Volunteers (later designated the 21st NC Troops) from its organization in April of 1861 well through the Manassas campaign.
Now, Cowles was on the field & staff of the regiment as its chief administrative officer, and spent the months leading prior to assisting with drill and training his young volunteers. Going into the fight though he knew his men were ready for their baptism by fire. Likewise, he and his fellow officers felt a certain security under the watchful eyes of Brigadier General and fellow Tar Heel, William Dorsey Pender, along with their division commander, Major General A.P. Hill.
Describing the start of the battle that would take on many names, to include “Mechanicsville,” “Beaver Dam Creek,” and “Ellerson’s Mill,” then Captain (later Lt. Colonel) George W. Flowers wrote:
“The division crossed Meadow Bridge on June 26th… As soon as the 38th NC Regiment had gotten a little beyond Mechanicsville it was saluted with heavy shelling. A line of battle was formed and the march continued until the order was given to charge the battery that was throwing the deadly missiles. The heat was intense and the double-quick march exhausting, but the charge was kept up over the open field until the regiment reached the summit of the last elevation when a farm house, yard, and garden broke the line somewhat. The Yankee batteries were upon the summit of the opposite hill with their supporting infantry in their entrenchments, and the old field pines in front cut down and piled across the stumps which were left about three (3) feet high, forming an almost impassable barrier. The 38th NC Regiment, alone and unsupported, charged down the hill, the long line of infantry playing upon it with a cross fire. On the soldiers charged, in the face of the fatal volleys, until the obstacles were reached, when the whole line stopped and began returning the fire under every disadvantage. The men were falling rapidly and it was soon seen that to take the works was impossible.”
Picking up from here on the account of Lt. Colonel Robert F. Armfield of the 38th:
“I was an eye witness of the noble gallantry of Adjutant Cowles during that dreadful charge; and as we rushed furiously down the hill-side fronting the enemy’s battery, only about two hundred yards distant, through a storm of bombs, solid shot, grape and canister, and Minie balls, never surpassed in fury on any battlefield, and whilst the wounded and the killed were falling on every side ‘thick as grain before the reapers sick,’ I could distinguish his manly form through the smoke of battle, far in front of everyone else, and I could hear his clarion voice amid the roar of artillery and musketry, cheering on the brave men who pressed after him. Still he was untouched, as if by a miracle; until a retreat was ordered, when, in utter disregard of his personal safety, he rushed to a small portion of our men who had taken shelter in a clump of trees on our extreme right, and who, it seems had not heard the command to retreat, and were remaining behind. He went from tree to tree, admonishing the men to retreat; and whilst thus nobly engaged in endeavoring to save the men from falling into the hands of the enemy as prisoners, he received a flesh wound in the thigh… I met him a few minutes afterwards at the place where the regiment was reformed, still in reach of the enemy’s incessant fire of artillery. He was assisting in rallying the men, apparently unconscious of his wound. I told him he must go to the rear, he replied he could not leave me; and when I repeated that he must go, he took me by the hand, and whilst the tears ran down his cheek, he said, ‘I want to stay with you until the battle is over.’ I never saw him afterwards.”
Adjutant Cowles remained with his men until they had reached safety, under cover of darkness. Though adamant in his refusal to have his wound dressed or leave the field until the battle was over, he finally heeded his commander’s call. Mounting his horse, Cowles rode the several miles back into Richmond, arriving early in the morning of the 27th. He was initially received and treated at the “Kent Hospital” (formerly warehouse of Kent, Paine & Co.), but transferred to a private residence on June 30th.
Sadly, it was said “he never rallied from the shock caused by the loss of blood.” Word was sent out immediately to his family in North Carolina warning of his grave condition. His older brother Andrew C. Cowles, a member of the North Carolina House of Representatives, arrived from Raleigh in just a few days. Another brother, William Henry Harrison Cowles, serving as Captain of Company A of the 1st North Carolina Cavalry, and a nephew Calvin Benham (also of the 1st NC Cavalry), were granted furloughs and joined him soon thereafter.
Adjutant Cowles lingered for days, with his family keeping watch around the clock, ever holding on hope of his survival. A letter to their father on July 8th reported, “Miles, poor Miles, has suffered ten thousand deaths, but today our kind and accomplished Surgeon Dr. Chambliss thinks his symptoms are slightly better,” though warning, “You must prepare yourself for the worst at any time.”
His life was not to be spared though, and at 6:50 PM on July 9th, 1862, Miles Melmouth Cowles breathed his last, his nephew noting, “Miles bore himself gallantly.”
The news of his passing spread quickly to his comrades, with an outpouring of condolences coming in the wake.
Brigadier General William Dorsey Pender stated in his report of the battle that Adjutant Cowles, “nobly maintained his position until after dark,” and in another account that, “he had never seen anyone behave with more distinguished bravery.”
Colonel William J. Hoke wrote: “The heroic gallantry of Adj. M.M. Cowles… in every duty he was called upon to fulfill on the battlefield. During the entire charge he was in front of the regiment nobly urging on the men, and when ordered to retreat, he was the last to leave the field.”
Lt. Colonel Robert F. Armfield: “A purer, nobler, braver spirit than his, never passed from this to the spirit world; and Liberty herself never made a more precious sacrifice, than when she gave his young heart to death for her cause.”
From his nephew Calvin Cowles Benham: “He was generous, kind & noble. And his life has been fully given in defense of his home… Like others he gives himself a martyr to his country. Oh may God bless him…”
After his passing, the body of Adjutant Cowles – accompanied by his brothers and nephew – took the final trip home to Hamptonville, Yadkin County, North Carolina. He was buried at the Flat Rock Baptist Church Cemetery.
A six month old daughter survived him.
Image: 1/6th plate melainotype (tintype) taken by photographer Esley Hunt in Raleigh, circa September 1861. This image composes part of the Cowles Family Collection, courtesy of Fred D. Taylor.
Yesterday’s #fredonhistory post got a lot of comments, so here we go remembering day 2 of Gettysburg, with two images featuring officers of the 33rd North Carolina, one of whom fell on the field that day…
When North Carolina seceded in May of 1861, forty-three year old attorney Tod Robinson Caldwell of Morganton held strong to his allegiance to the Union. A five time member of the North Carolina General Assembly, Caldwell was said to be an old line, “Henry Clay Whig,” who could not support secession.
Without a doubt then, he also hoped his teenaged son, John “Jack” Caldwell, would do the same. Young Jack was a Cadet at the Hillsboro Military Academy at the time though, and it did not take long for him to cast his lot with the South. By September of 1861, Caldwell was serving as a 2nd Class Drill Instructor for the state of North Carolina in training camps in and around Asheville. He continued in this capacity through 1862, until most of the volunteer regiments had organized and marched off.
Cadet John “Jack” Caldwell, Hillsboro Military Academy
Reaching the age of 18 and longing to command in the field, Jack Caldwell called on his old family friend and neighbor, Colonel Clarke Moulton Avery, commander of the 33rd North Carolina Troops. When Caldwell reached the regiment in early May 1863, the 33rd (a part of Lane’s Brigade) was in action at the battle of Chancellorsville. That same day Caldwell was appointed to serve as a 2nd Lieutenant in Company E of the 33rd.
After receiving his baptism under fire at Chancellorsville, young Lieutenant Caldwell marched northward with the 33rd North Carolina in Lee’s second invasion of the north. The result was the battle of Gettysburg.
Colonel Clarke Moulton Avery 33rd North Carolina Troops
On the second day of the battle, Major General William Dorsey Pender called on the 33rd for volunteers to challenge a line of Yankee skirmishers who were wreaking havoc on their front. Seventy-five volunteered and were placed under the command of Lt. Wilson Lucas and Lt. Jack Caldwell. Lucas recalled Pender asking, “Can you take that road in front? If you can’t take it say so, and I will get someone who can.” Lucas responded, “We can take it if any other 75 men in the army of Northern Virginia can.” Lucas went on to describe:
“We formed the men in line, I commanded the right and Lieut. Caldwell the left. We had to charge through an open field, with no protection whatever… When we got within two hundred yards of the Federals, we charged with a yell, and they stood their ground until we were within ten steps of the road, then a part of them ran, but 26 surrendered. And the very last time they fired upon us, which was not more than twelve or fourteen feet from them, they shot Lieut. Caldwell in the left breast. I did not see him fall. As soon as we were in the road one of the men told me Lieut. Caldwell was killed. I went at once to the left and found him, lying partly on his back and side… I called two men, and we placed him on his back and spread his oil cloth over him. He was warm and bleeding very freely when I got to him. I could not send him out to the regiment, for it was such an exposed place the Federal skirmishers would have killed a man before he could get a hundred yards, as we were lying close to each other.”
As a result of his courage that day, Lt. Caldwell was recognized by his comrades on North Carolina’s Roll of Honor.
Following the engagement , Caldwell’s body was safely recovered and his remains returned home, where he is buried at the Forest Hill Cemetery in Morganton.
I should also add, Caldwell’s father went on to become Lieutenant Governor and Governor during the Reconstruction period in North Carolina.
Images:
1/4 plate tintype of John “Jack” Caldwell as a Cadet at the Hillsboro Military Academy. Courtesy of the Brem Family.
Carte-de-visite of Colonel Clarke Moulton Avery, M. Witt’s Photograph Gallery, Columbus, Ohio. Taken while prisoner of war at Johnson’s Island, 1862. Courtesy Fred D. Taylor Collection, Suffolk, Virginia.
Without fail, the early days of July put me into a mood for history. Of course, it’s easy when remembering those three fateful days in 1863 at Gettysburg, followed by July 4th and its look back at the American Revolution / founding of the United States – now quickly approaching 250 years!
So today, it was not surprising that after a Court hearing, Archer and I spent the afternoon immersed in history, working on a conservation project and then trekking across a Richmond battlefield (more to come on those).
For July 1st though, I cannot fail to recall the brave boys of the 26th North Carolina regiment who “covered itself with glory,” under the command of their “Boy Colonel” Henry K. Burgwyn.
This brings me to a special photograph in my collection.
Charles McDowell Suddreth (also spelled Sudderth) was born on October 18, 1833, in what would become Caldwell County, North Carolina, the son of Thomas and Catherine Sudderth.
In 1856, he married Margaret E. Spainhour, and began a family, with their first child – Catherine Elizabeth – born in 1858. A second child, and mother, passed away from complications of childbirth in July of 1861.
With War now in its second year, Charles left his four year old daughter with family, and enlisted as a Private in the “Hibriten Guards,” Company F of the 26th North Carolina Troops, on March 20, 1862. He was elected second lieutenant on April 21, 1862, and promoted to first lieutenant on October 16, 1862.
When the 26th arrived on the outskirts of the town of Gettysburg in July of 1863, the regiment numbered some 800 officers and men. By the conclusion of the first day’s battle on McPherson’s Ridge, only 212 were left unhurt. As described by historian Greg Mast: “… the “Hibriten Guards” … achieved a terrible fame at the Battle of Gettysburg. During the fight against the Iron Brigade… every member of the company present was shot down: thirty-three men were killed or mortally wounded and fifty-eight were wounded. That “unparalleled loss” may be the only instance of an entire company’s being wiped out in one battle during the war.”
As for Lt. Charles M. Suddreth, he was severely wounded in the right hand. He escaped capture, however, and returned with the regiment back to Virginia, but was hospitalized. Military service records indicate he spent the majority of the fall and summer of 1863 in Richmond-area hospitals before returning to duty.
Lt. Suddreth remained with the 26th regiment through 1864, with an intermittent hospital visit in the summer, before he submitted his resignation on January 14, 1865, with a request to be allowed to return home and join one of the cavalry units defending western North Carolina. Though records are unclear whether that officially occurred, Suddreth returned home but could not escape the War. On April 15, 1865, he was captured in Lenoir, North Carolina, by Stoneman’s raiders. He was confined at Camp Chase, Ohio, and released on June 14, 1865, after taking the Oath of Allegiance.
Following his release, Suddreth started life anew, marrying Mary Elizabeth Ann “Betty” Corpening in the fall of 1865. With Betty, they raised ten children.
Suddreth went on to live a fulfilling life, farming in the Lenoir area of Caldwell County, until limited by a stroke in 1910 leaving him permanently paralyzed. He would receive a veteran’s pension from the state of North Carolina as a result of his service.
Charles McDowell Suddreth died on May 30, 1914, and was buried in the Littlejohn Church Cemetery, in Caldwell County. The Lenoir News reported:
“On last Saturday afternoon Mr. Charles M. Suddreth died at his home about five miles west of town after an illness of many months. He suffered a stroke of paralysis two or more years ago and has been an invalid ever since. He retained his mental faculties remarkably for one in his condition, but was practically unable to help himself in any way. He bore his long illness with great fortitude and resignation. He was about 75 years old and is survived by a widow and several grown children. He was a member of the Methodist Church, a modest worthy citizen, held in esteem by a large number of friends. He was one of four brothers to go through the Civil War and was a courageous soldier. The body was buried at Littlejohns Church on Monday.”
Image: Quarter plate ambrotype by an unknown photographer. This image appears to have been taken during his time as a 2nd Lieutenant, which would date the image between April-October, 1862. Suddreth is holding an Eagle-head, pre-War militia sword.
What began some eight years ago for me as a passing interest in a Bermuda-related photograph (of NC blockade runner/pilot Thomas Mann Thompson) has since resulted in two magazine articles, and continuing on with the identification and documentation of nearly seventy-five images taken by photographer Samuel W. Gault during his time in Bermuda from 1861 to 1865.
With a desire to share that research, I have compiled an online database for any others who may be interested in photographer Gault, Bermuda photography, American Civil War, Royal military or just general 19th century Bermuda history, etc. to be able to research. Here is the link:
The site was created through a software called Omeka, which is a web-publishing platform used internationally for the display of library, museum, archives, and scholarly collections. (It’s the same one we use for the North Carolina, State Troops and Volunteers project.)
The site not only allows interaction and the ability to share images and stories, but also is user-friendly for research purposes, whether you are a scholar or hobbyist. A full word/phrase search engine is included, and images can also be browsed by a topical tag. Additionally, you can directly submit your own images and stories for inclusion. There are currently over 45 images, from private collections as well as Universities, Museums, and Historical Societies, that have been kind enough to grant permission. And I am optimistic that many more will be added in the coming months as I gain additional permissions.
So please, enjoy, share, bookmark, and visit again soon! I am rather partial to the result here, but I encourage you to take a look and find out for yourself. Likewise, please let me know what you think, or any recommendations you may have for improvements!
Wishing all a blessed Good Friday, and a double dose of #fredonhistory
I had never seen or heard of a “Hot Cross Bun” – spiced buns with mixed fruit and topped with an icing cross – until my travels and research took me to Bermuda 🇧🇲 . One bit of folklore attributes these to have originated in 16th/17th England, due to a ban on the sale of spiced baked goods during Easter and Christmas. Apparently a resourceful baker decided if such buns were “blessed” with a cross it would get around such prohibitions by making their sale one with a religious connotation.
Whatever the origins though, generally after Lent all I have on my mind is the taste of these spicy, fruity, and sweet delectable treats. And in recent years, I am thankful they have made their way to the States.
Today, I was fortunate to find a pan of fresh Hot Cross Buns at Yummaries Bakery in Smithfield.
Which brings me to another bit of history.
The Town of Smithfield also has multiple Bermuda connections. Those who know a little something of Smithfield history will recognize the name Captain Mallory Todd and the stately “Todd House” (aka Nicholas Parker house, built in 1750s) located on Main Street.
Captain Mallory Todd, 1742-1817
Mallory Todd, a noted seaman and merchant, was in fact a native of Bermuda and is believed to have come to Smithfield in the 1760s (likely joining another branch of his family, also Bermudian – the Mallorys) to pursue a variety of financial opportunities in the colonies. In the midst of the Revolutionary War, Todd expanded his business, and is credited as being the father of our famed “Smithfield ham” – curing them so that they would be preserved during their export across the Atlantic to England, Bermuda, the Caribbean, and abroad.
So today, while I enjoy my hot cross buns and reflect on the solemnity of Good Friday, I am also mindful of the great irony that these same Smithfield-made cross buns were likely being enjoyed by the Mallory and Todd families some 250+ years ago as well.
And that little idea of Captain Todd’s – curing and shipping local hams 🐖 – well it seemed to take off pretty well, too!
Gravestone of Captain Todd, Wrenn’s Cemetery, Isle of Wight County, Virginia
The Parker/Todd House, along Main Street, Smithfield, Virginia
For this year’s event, my friend Jim Mayo and I collaborated on an educational display of arms, accoutrements, and accessories imported to the Confederacy through the blockade.
Photo courtesy of Cliff Krainik. Discussing Raphael Semmes and the CSS Alabama with author and historian, Cliff Krainik.
Memorial table and portrait of South Quay’s longest-serving minister, Rev. James E. Jones.
I had the distinct privilege of speaking at the homecoming celebration held on Sunday, March 16, recognizing South Quay Baptist Church for its 250th anniversary. It was a packed-house, with standing room only and just a wonderful day of sharing history, fellowship, and worship!
Additionally, the following resolution was passed by the Senate of Virginia as SR219 commending South Quay on this great honour and outlining the Church’s history:
WHEREAS, South Quay Baptist Church of Suffolk, one of the oldest Baptist congregations in the Commonwealth, will celebrate its 250th anniversary on March 1, 2025; and
WHEREAS, South Quay Baptist Church was a mission church of Mill Swamp Baptist Church and located originally along the Blackwater River on the border of Southampton and Nansemond Counties; the church was organized with a bi-racial congregation of42 members on March 1, 1775, under the leadership of the Reverend David Barrow, a noted anti-slavery and liberty advocate; and
WHEREAS, South Quay Baptist Church moved to its current location in then-Nansemond County in 1835, becoming commonly known as “Reedy Branch Church” due to its location along Reedy Branch in the South Quay community; and
WHEREAS, during the Civil War, by order of Governor William Smith, South Quay Baptist Church served as the temporary courthouse for Nansemond County during its military occupation between 1864 and 1865; and
WHEREAS, the Reverend Putnam Owens of South Quay Baptist Church ordained former slaves Israel Cross and Joseph Gregory, both members of the church, who went on to establish Cool Spring Baptist Church, now First Baptist Church of Franklin, in 1866 and Mount Sinai Baptist Church located in Nansemond County in 1868; and
WHEREAS, South Quay Baptist Church, in the wake of Reconstruction, erected a new building in 1889 after the church was destroyed by a fire, and said building comprises today’s present church building; and
WHEREAS, over the course of time, South Quay Baptist Church has greatly expanded in membership and completed a parsonage, fellowship hall, and Sunday school classrooms to better serve the growing community; and
WHEREAS, South Quay Baptist Church has provided the community uplifting spiritual guidance, proclaiming the word of the Lord and encouraging deep, personal relationships with Jesus Christ, and these efforts have been complemented by joyful occasions for worship, fellowship, and abundant opportunities for charity and outreach, making the church an integral and cherished part of the City of Suffolk and Southampton County; now, therefore, be it
RESOLVED by the Senate of Virginia, That South Quay Baptist Church hereby be commended on the occasion of its 250th anniversary; and, be it
RESOLVED FURTHER, That the Clerk of the Senate prepare a copy of this resolution for presentation to South Quay Baptist Church as an expression of the Senate of Virginia’s high regard for the church’s history, heritage, and contributions to the Commonwealth.
A couple of new additions to my “crew” of blockade runner images.
George Washington Davis of North Carolina (1832 – circa 1900)
G.W. Davis was born into a seafaring family near Shackleford banks, Carteret County, North Carolina, in 1832. Little is known of his early life until he appears as the 2nd Mate of the iron-hulled paddle steamer, Britannia, which had been launched from Scotland in the spring of 1862. The Britannia made six runs through the blockade before being captured off of the Bahamas on June 22, 1863, by the USS Santiago de Cuba. Davis, along with many of his fellow crew members, were sent to Fort Lafayette, NY; and later transferred to Fort Warren, Boston, Massachusetts, in September of 1863. Davis remained imprisoned at Fort Warren for the remainder of the War and after, until June 20, 1865.
This CDV of G.W. Davis was taken by photographer J.W. Black, Boston, Massachusetts, during his imprisonment at Fort Warren. Black also appears in several of the group images of Fort Warren prisoners that have been published.
After the War, Davis settled in Smithville (now Southport), North Carolina, where he married, raised a family, and continued in maritime pursuits as a sailor and pilot. He died prior to 1900.
George E. Lyell of Virginia (1837 – 1868)
A native of Norfolk, Virginia, George E. Lyell had been a member of the 54th Virginia Militia before he enlisted as a Private in Captain Nathan W. Small’s Signal Corps Company on March 5, 1862. This Company ultimately became a part of Major James F. Milligan’s Independent Signal Corps, operating as scouts and signal officers along the James and Appomattox rivers. Lyell was present with his company, and primarily stationed in Petersburg, until detailed in 1864 for signal duty to Wilmington, North Carolina, where he would serve on ships intended to run the blockade. Although the particulars of this service are unknown, he does appear on a list of Confederates in Havana, Cuba, in April of 1865, and later back in the Confederacy, where he was paroled at Charlotte, North Carolina, on May 4, 1865.
After the War, Lyell operated a restaurant and saloon in Norfolk, until an untimely death on July 23, 1868.
The CDV of George E. Lyell was photographed by A. Hobday & Co., Norfolk, Virginia, circa 1866-1868.
(These images are in the collection of and are courtesy of Fred D. Taylor.)
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