The following sketch was written from somewhat meager and imperfect data. The author was compelled to generalize, for the most part, rather than group in detail; but the statements of facts, as far as they go, are believed to be reliable, and have been approved by well-known and prominent participants in the events described.

The Sixth Regiment Tennessee Volunteers was composed of eight companies from Madison and one each from Fayette and Haywood counties. Subsequently, at Corinth, in the spring of 1862, another company from Madison county was added to the regiment, making a total of eleven companies, with nine from Madison county.

Camp Beauregard was established in Jackson in May, 1861, and the companies comprising the Sixth Regiment were the first to occupy the camp. The regiment was organized in May by the election of Wm. H. Stephens, of Madison, Captain of Co. G, Colonel; T. P. Jones, of Madison, Captain of Co. H, Lieutenant-colonel; and George C. Porter, of Haywood county, Captain of Co. B, Major. Dr. R. R. Dashiell, of Madison, was appointed Surgeon, and Dr. John S. Fenner, of Madison, Assistant Surgeon. Lieutenant A. N. Thomas, Co. A, of Fayette county, was appointed Adjutant; and Milton Brown, jr., of Madison, Sergeant-major. I will state here that the Somerville and Brownsville companies exchanged places in the regiment by mutual consent, the Somerville company becoming Co. A, and the Brownsville company, Co. D. Subsequently the Brownsville company exchanged places with Co. B.

Co. A, Somerville Avengers, was officered as followed: W. M. R. Johns, Captain; J. W. Burton, First Lieutenant; R. C. Williamson, Second Lieutenant; A. N. Thomas, Third Lieutenant. Co. B, Haywood Blues: L. B. Humphries, Captain; J. A. Wilder, First Lieutenant; L. B. Hotchkiss, Second Lieutenant; Freeling Henderson, Third Lieutenant. Co. C, Madison Invincibles, color company: Dr. W. W. Freeling, Captain; G. L. Winchester, First Lieutenant; Thos. Locey, Second Lieutenant; R. A. Mays, Third Lieutenant. Co. D, Gotten Zouaves: John J. Brooks, Captain; Felix G. Gibbs, First Lieutenant; Robert Sharp, Second Lieutenant; Thomas Parham, Third Lieutenant. Co. E, McClanahan Guards: J. M. Woolard, Captain; J. J. Anderson, First Lieutenant; Jason Fussell, Second Lieutenant; H. H. Hill, Third Lieutenant. Co. F: John F. Newsom, Captain; James Boyd, First Lieutenant; Wm. Smith, Second Lieutenant; Ed. Mollison, Third Lieutenant. Co. G, Jackson Grays: J. B. Freeman, Captain; Ike Jackson, First Lieutenant; James Elrod, Second Lieutenant; B. F. Bond, Third Lieutenant.

Co. H, Southern Guards: W. C. Penn, Captain; Alex. J. Brown, First Lieutenant; John C. Greer, Second Lieutenant; John McDonald, Third Lieutenant. Co. I, Gadsden Spartans: J. B. Collingsworth, Captain; Dr. W. B. McKinney, First Lieutenant; John Mathews, Second Lieutenant; Ed. Smith, Third Lieutenant. Co. K, The Danes: John Ingram, Captain; Frank W. Campbell, First Lieutenant; Thomas H. Rice, Second Lieutenant; J. W. Walker, Third Lieutenant. Co. L, Ford's Battalion: Robert H. Ford, Captain; Goodloe Smith, First Lieutenant; John D. Bond, Second Lieutenant; C. C. Sharp, Third Lieutenant.

The regiment was mustered into the State service on May 15, 1861, by Inspectorgeneral Alex. W. Campbell, who had but a few days before been promoted to the position with the rank of Lieutenant-colonel, from the First Lieutenancy of the "Southern Guards," Co. H, Sixth Regiment.

Several companies of the regiment were well drilled, having been organized several months, notably the Somerville Avengers, the Southern Guards (Jackson), the Jackson Grays, and the Haywood Blues; and all the other companies were stimulated by them to extra exertions. The time in camp, previous to the organization of the regiment, was largely spent by the companies in diligent drilling. Squad and company drills were kept up after the regiment was organized, and from one to two regimental drills per day were added. In this way the Sixth Regiment was very early celebrated for its proficiency in drill and its fine military bearing. The personnel of the regiment was very fine, the morale high. It was very largely composed of young men. There were very few men in the regiment over thirty-five years of age, and a large majority were under thirty. They were fresh from happy and prosperous homes, many had not finished their course at school or college, many had just graduated with credit, all were boys or young men in good standing, and not a few of high promise. None had known hardships, few had experienced sorrow. With the greatest number life was full of gladness, and hope mounted to heights on which the sun never sets--the heights around which, in never-ending succession since the morning of time, have clustered the bright dreams of youth. On Thursday, May 23d, the regiment was ordered to be ready to leave for the front. On Sunday, May 26th, 1861, it left Jackson over twelve hundred strong for Union City, where an army was being concentrated to meet a probable invasion of Kentucky. The commanding officers endeavored to keep the day and hour of departure from the public, but in vain. The time became known on Saturday, and before the setting of the sun that day had spread all over the country. Sunday, May 26th, 1861, dawned bright and beautiful upon a scene that no tongue or pen may describe, no genius breathe on immortal canvas. An entire people had assembled--tottering age and wondering infancy, stout-hearted fathers, tender, loving mothers, gentle wives, blushing maidens--to say farewell, and bid Godspeed to the brave boys who were the first of all the county to rally around the Southern cross. Neither before nor since has Jackson looked on such a crowd as assembled to greet the Sixth Regiment on its departure for the seat of war. The line of march from the camp to the M. and O. depot, the distance of a mile and a half, was packed with people, the streets full, the houses covered, the very trees breaking with their human fruit. Now and then a cheer would break forth as the regiment with difficulty made its way through the throng; but sobs and sounds of weeping, women screaming and fainting with mingled excitement and grief, gave to that first march a wild and mournful character. At the depot a sea of humanity surged around the train upon which the regiment was embarking. There were acres of weeping woman, shouting men, frantic girls and boys. Many fainted, many men and women went mad for the time, and over the troubled waves now and then would sweep a wail of grief, startling and unnerving. The occasion, the mingled sentiment of heroic courage and of grief at parting, of patriotism and of painful doubts as to the results, of devotion to principle and homes, and of piercing fear that loved ones would return no morethese--sentiments and emotions in so vast a crowd, acting and reacting upon each other, and the electricity that pervades a multitude deeply stirred, conspired to make the occasion remarkable and memorable. It was a sea voicing its hopes, wailing its fears. It was a multitude without a smile.

The writer has often meditated on that scene. Was it prophetic of disaster? Did the mysterious misgivings that seemed on that day to trouble so many hearts--was the extraordinary demonstrations of mingled hope and fear, and the deep, wild grief of the parting--an augury of dark and bitter days? An effect may be traced along the lines of its many roots back to cause or causes; but the mysterious relations between emotions to-day and events to-morrow, between impressions of impending peril and the disaster, between the feeling that throbs a warning in the midst of wild hopes and daring efforts, and the end--the success or failure--must remain a matter for metaphysical speculation, or mysteries of the land unknown. Across the twilight, the shadow-land that lies between event and premonition, there are no paths leading. There is presentiment, and then disaster; and between, darkness and nothing more. But with something of awe I look back through the darkness of the years of war, and seem to read in that wonderful demonstration of mingled hope and fear, patriotism and tears, a warning of the terrible days that came and left desolation in their track. The wail that went up on that memorable day, as the train freighted with so much of the hope and tenderness of a great county moved away--a wail so wild and full of tears that methinks I hear it reverberating down the track of the years as I write--seems to have borrowed its strength of sorrow from the unknown graves, the ruined homes, the blighted hopes, the desolate hearts of the then not far off future. It is certain that no one who witnessed the scene, so poorly described, ever forgot it or ever will. On the brains of the soldiers and those whose hearts were stirred by love for friend, or kindred, or lover, the occasion was burned forever. Not all the bitterness and anguish, all the peril and ruin, all the perished hopes and sad bereavements, and the trying wrongs of the years immediately succeeding the war, has impaired the tender memory of that day that is gone.

And of that twelve hundred or more who marched away to war on that memorable Sunday morning in May, 1861, much less than half returned when the war was over. That fact tells with tongues more eloquent than the world's Ciceros, and with words more enduring than brass or marble, the story of battles bravely fought, hardships heroically borne, of duty faithfully done in camp and field, and of ruined homes and desolate hearts.

The regiment went into camp at Union City on the 26th of May, 1861. It has the honor of being one of the regiments that formed Gen. Cheatham's first brigade, and the further honor of having been throughout the war a part of Cheatham's famous and immortal division, a division that was in the place of honor and peril in every battle, that was in front on advance and in the rear-guard on retreat. The few months spent at Union City were devoted to diligent drilling, and the Sixth Regiment soon became the crack regiment of the camp. Col. William H. Stephens deserves great credit for the skill displayed in bringing the regiment to such a high degree of efficiency. He possessed the genius of command in an eminent degree, and succeeded in infusing his spirit of discipline and pride into the regiment. It is due to truth to say here that the brilliant subsequent career of this superb regiment was largely due to the energy, skill, and spirit of its first Colonel, who impressed upon it the habit of discipline, made it highly proficient in drill, and infused into it the spirit of generous emulation.

The few months spent at Union City were months of preparation for the sterner duties of war. The boys lived high. Every week boxes came up from home by rail for each mess or soldier, filled with all the good things that love could devise. Nearly every mess in the regiment had a colored cook, and hence the boys did nothing but drill, read, talk, write letters, play games, and feast; seasoned by occasional flirtations with fair visitors from neighboring communities. The colored cooks were organized into a sort of club under "Col." Matt Dyer--a slave of Judge Milton Brown--who was cooking for the officers' mess of Company H. Col. Matt was in the war of 1812, with the famous Col. Dyer, and this fact made him an authority among the negroes and an interesting character with the soldiers. He was also a "boss" cook, and was unequaled in his day. Col. Matt was thoroughly loyal to the South, and remained so during the terrible years of reconstruction. He kept the colored cooks in order until the summer and fall of 1862, when hard marching and fighting and short rations drove all luxury from the camps of the Confederacy, including the negro cooks. Col. Matt died some years after the war, full of years and honors. Peace to his ashes!

Many anecdotes illustrative of the lights and shadows of camp-life might be related, but the space assigned for this sketch forbids such recital. Yet one incident we must relate, as it amusingly illustrates one of the exaggerations incident to the first year of the war. One Saturday the report came that a Federal army was landing at Columbus, Ky., distant about twenty-six miles. At once orders were given to cook three days' rations and prepare to break camp in a few hours. Long trains of cars were hurried up from all points South in reach, to transport the troops. Every thing was bustle and preparation, and the light of battle blazed in every eye. The camp was full of people visiting their friends, and of course the visitors were sad, very many of them being mothers, wives, and sweethearts. There were many affecting parting scenes as the long-roll beat, the bugles called to arms, and the military bands discoursed "Dixie," "The Girl I Left Behind Me," and other popular airs. The Sixth Regiment, each soldier equipped with rations, ammunition, and blanket, stood in line beside the train it was soon to take, that regiment having been selected to go first. The men were resting on their arms, the officers standing in little groups near their respective companies, and all were more or less silent and thoughtful, awaiting orders to board the train. At this juncture at a considerable distance an object was seen approaching through the camp. At first it was difficult to make it out, so curious it looked and so encumbered it seemed. However, it soon became apparent that a soldier was approaching, equipped for war; and it turned out to be Lieut. John McDonald, of Company H. He was a small man, but he carried a large and full haversack, a large knapsack with a double-barreled shotgun strapped across it, in his righthand a Minie-rifle, belted around him a sword, a large knife (then common), two pistols, and a hatchet. He was a sight to behold, and, as he neared the regiment, was greeted with shouts of laughter. Lieut.

McDonald was by no means abashed, and explained that he meant business. He said he had the rations to sustain his strength and the weapons to execute his will on the enemy. His idea was to use his Minie at long range, then his shotgun, then his pistols; then, as the hostile lines came closer, to throw his tomahawk, and then, with sword in one hand and the big knife in the other, to wade in and dispatch the ten traditional Yankees. Lieut. McDonald was a brave man, and although his idea is absurd enough at this distance, there were not a few who entertained the same notions in those early days of the war. That day when the troops were ready for battle, a majority in several regiments--officers and men--wore those big knives, short as bayonets and broad as the old Highland broadsword with which Lieut. McDonald expected to fight at close quarters. There were not a few in those days who looked with contempt on the bayonet, and fully expected to wade into the enemy with, big knives after a few volleys with musketry; and no one acquainted with the spirit of those gallant men will doubt that they would have done it or tried it, had the thing been at all practicable, or if ordered to do it in a charge.

From Union City the troops were marched over to Missouri, leaving on Aug. 1, 1861. An incident of this march will illustrate the mischief-loving spirit of the soldiers. It was very trying on a citizen to encounter a body of troops on the march. They would ply him with ridiculous questions, and make him the butt of rude humor and keen wit. On this occasion, near Tiptonville, a citizen, dressed in "store clothes" and wearing a "beaver," or silk hat, came riding down the road through the Sixth Regiment, which was then resting. He was an old man. The boys plied him with all manner of questions and addressed to him all sorts of absurd warnings and advice, but he rode on without turning his head to the right or to the left, or apparently paying the slightest attention to the rude jokes flung at him. Finally one of the boys stepped out into the road and said: "Mister, did you ever see a bald-headed woman?" The old fellow reined up his horse, took off his hat and scratched his head in meditation, and then, looking at the quizzical soldier with an earnest and curious expression, replied: "Well, stranger, I'll be -- if I believe I ever did!" This "raised" the regiment, and the old man rode on amid shouts of laughter. He was evidently in earnest, as nothing said before had disturbed his equanimity. But that question seemed to strike and to arouse him. By the way, who ever did see a bald-headed woman?

The campaign in Missouri was only remarkable for "hard-tack" and hard drilling, enlivened by camp jokes and an occasional flood that inundated the camps and gave the boys experience in constructing ditches.

The sound of hostile guns was first heard at Hickman, Ky. A Federal gunboat shelled the troops as they landed en route for Columbus. This incident only made the boys more eager to meet the enemy. At Columbus the regiment ranked high for discipline and skill, but did not participate in the battle of Belmont, although eager for the fray and at one time under orders to embark for the field of battle across the river.

A false alarm during the occupation of Columbus demonstrated that the Sixth Regiment was thoroughly well in hand, it being one of the first, if not the first, to man the line of works. This alarm was caused by the unloading of lumber at midnight from cars about a mile beyond the lines. The sound was very much like that of fire-arms, and Lieut.-col. Jones, who had seen service in Mexico, rebuked some of the boys who doubted the character of the noise, exclaiming indignantly, "Haven't I heard musketry before?"

After the evacuation of Columbus no halt of any length was made until Corinth, Miss., was reached. Several weeks, however, were consumed in the retreat, short halts being made at Union City and Humboldt. The train conveying the Sixth Regiment from Humboldt to Corinth made no halt at Jackson, and thus it was one of the first to go into camp at Corinth.

An anecdote of this movement may prove amusing. In Company H there was a venerable man, Uncle Horace Bledsoe, who had served through the Mexican War, and was therefore an oracle on military matters among the younger men of the regiment. When the evacuation of Columbus occurred he was furloughed, and came direct home to Jackson. He was in that city during the days of suspense incident to the retrograde movement. The old citizens were in the habit of meeting frequently at night in Dr. J. B. Malone's drug-store, to discuss the situation. They were dubbed by the soldiers "our home generals," and each one was given a certain rank, and were duly promoted from time to time by the boys as news of their wise plans and prognostications were reported in camp. This retrograde movement greatly puzzled these old gentlemen, and one night during its pendency Uncle Horace Bledsoe was invited to meet with them. He did so, and after the "home generals" had discussed the situation and suggested no end of wise hypotheses and wiser campaigns, Uncle Horace was called on, as a soldier experienced in war, to give his views--in other words, explain, if he could, what it all meant. Uncle Horace assumed the solemnity and wisdom that the occasion demanded, and, amid dead silence and profound attention, gravely said: "Gentlemen, it is my opinion that Beauregard intends to make a faint on Union City; but if he don't faint on Union City or Humboldt, I'll be -- if he don't faint at Corinth!" Uncle Horace was wiser than he knew, for the army came very near "fainting at Corinth" a few months later, for a fact. Uncle Horace still lives, the brave soldier of two wars, a kind old man respected by his neighbors for integrity and honest industry.

The following changes were made in company officers about this time, as far as I have been able to obtain the facts: Lieut. Burton, Co. A, resigned, Jas. Stanley elected; Lieut. Locey resigned, and H. N. Sherrill elected in Co. C.; Capt. Brooks, Co. D, resigned, and George Persons elected; Jas. Elrod, Second Lieut. Co. G, resigned; Alex. Brown, John C. Greer, and John McDonald, Lieuts. of Co. H, resigned, and Thos. Hardgrave, Geo. Taylor, and Joe Kendrick, elected instead; Adjt. Thomas resigned, and Thos. A. Henderson, of Co. H, appointed; J. B. Collingsworth, Co. I, died, and W. B. McKinney promoted to Captain, and W. C. Copeland elected Lieutenant. Subsequently to the above events Lieut. George Taylor, of Co. H, died, and Dr. Lafayette Jackson was elected Lieut.; John H. Howard was elected Third Lieut. in Co. H, vice Lieut. Jackson promoted. There were a number of promotions from the regiment during the first six or eight months of its service. Alex. W. Campbell, of Company H, was promoted to Lieut.-col. before leaving Jackson, and assigned to duty as Inspector-general of State troops. A few months later he was made Colonel of the Thirty-third Regiment, which he commanded in several engagements. He was subsequently captured, and on being exchanged was promoted to the rank of Brigadier-general, and assigned to duty under Gen. Forrest.

Alexander J. Brown, First Lieutenant of Co. H, was promoted to be Colonel of the Fifty-fifth Regiment Tennessee Volunteers. He died in a few months, of consumption. He was an officer of promise. Robert B. Hurt, jr., of Co. H, was promoted to be Adjutant of the Fifty-fifth Regiment. Joseph B. Caruthers, of Co. H, was made Captain of heavy artillery. John H. Howard, Lieutenant of Co. H, was promoted to be Captain in the Fifty-fifth Regiment Tennessee Volunteers. Dr. L. F. Jackson, Lieutenant of Co. H, was promoted to be Assistant Surgeon of Confederate States Army. Thomas J. Caruthers, of Co. H, was made First Lieutenant of heavy artillery. Thomas Henderson, of Co. H, was appointed to be Adjutant of the regiment at Columbus. W. E. Butler, of Co. H, was promoted to be Second Lieutenant of light artillery. John W. Campbell, jr., of Co. H, was promoted to Gen. Cheatham's staff. Robert Gates, private in Co. H, was promoted to be Second Lieutenant in Confederate States Army, and assigned to duty with the light artillery. John G. Mann, of Co. G, was promoted to the staff of Gen. Cheatham, with the rank of Captain of Engineers, serving throughout the war. James Miller, of Co. G, was transferred to the Quartermaster's Department, with the rank of Captain. W. P. Miller, of Co. G, was placed on Gen. Cheatham's staff as private secretary, with the rank of Third Lieutenant. Hayes Simmons, of Co. G, was promoted to be Assistant Surgeon of an Alabama regiment. Robert Sterling, of Co. G, was promoted to be Captain of heavy artillery, and later to the rank of Lieutenant-colonel Confederate States Army. Lieut. Thomas Locey, of Co. C, was promoted to be Captain in the Thirty-third Regiment. James Givens, of Co. C, was promoted to be Commissary, with the rank of Captain.

There were other promotions, but the writer has not been able to get all the facts on this point.

The battle of Shiloh, fought on April 6 and 7, 1862, was the first engagement participated in by the Sixth Regiment. It was in Cheatham's division, Polk's corps, and moved to the battle-field from Bethel. Col. W. H. Stephens left a sick-bed to join the regiment, and commanded the brigade on the first day, though hardly able to remain in his saddle. The regiment was gallantly commanded by Lieut.-col. Jones. It was under a more or less heavy artillery fire for an hour before it was thrown into the battle, and lost several men. This was a very trying ordeal for troops never before under fire, but they bore themselves with firmness. J. M. Cartmell, of Co. H, was the first man wounded in the regiment. He was shot in the face by a piece of shell, destroying his left eye, from which he was a great sufferer for years, and still is at times. The regiment marched all the day previous to the battle and late into the night, and was in line of battle from daylight to 10 o'clock on the morning of the battle, and was moved from the center to the left wing and back several times during the morning, and was thoroughly blown when the time came for action. The regiment was ordered to charge a battery on its right front about 11 o'clock A.M. To do this an open field, or an old orchard, had to be crossed. The regiment went at the work in gallant style, but when about one hundred yards from the battery a terrible fire was opened on it from an ambuscade of infantry that was concealed in the woods around the field in somewhat the shape of the letter V. The regiment charged into the very jaws of the V, and the men fell like grass before the sickle. The dead lay in line of battle, as if on dress-parade. Over two hundred and fifty men were placed hors de combat in less than as many seconds. The order to fall back was given, but misunderstood by many. The result was, some fell back to the woods and re-formed, while others laid down in the open field, exposed to the enemy and in peril from their own comrades; others dashed ahead, and were killed or captured. Over the heads of those lying down in the field the shot and shell of Smith's Confederate battery plowed the air, and into and over them the Federal battery and the Federal infantry poured a terrific fire. Truly it may be said that in this desperate charge the immortal Sixth marched

Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell.

Col. W. H. Stephens, who commanded the brigade, had his horse shot under him in this charge, and his son William, who was on his staff, was severely wounded. Lieut.-col. Jones was slightly wounded in the arm, and his horse shot. Gen. Cheatham was shot in the ear while leading the charge. The following company officers were wounded: Captains Newsom, Wollard, and Johns; Lieutenants Hardgraves, Winchester, Walker, Kendrick, and Mathes. Officers killed: Captains Person and Freeman; Lieutenants Parish, Smith, and Jackson--all noble, brave, and true sons of chivalry. Color-bearer George Black was killed, and every member of the color-guard, twelve in number, were killed or wounded. The flag was shot to shreds, and the staff was struck twenty-six times. It fell to the ground six times, but each time was secured by a member of the guard, and again waved on high. When the last of the guard fell, the tattered banner, red with the blood of the brave guard that lay dead and dying around it, was seized by private Posey, of Co. A, and brought off in gallant style. Posey was promoted to be Color-bearer, with the rank of Lieutenant, for his bravery, and later in the war fell bearing it to the front in battle. Many of the flower of the regiment fell in this charge, privates and officers; and I regret that I cannot obtain all their names, and thus embalm names, as well as heroic deeds, in these pages devoted to the prowess of Tennesseans in war.

The following anecdote is told by Dr. Frank B. Hamilton on himself: The Doctor was a private in Co. C. During the terrific artillery fire before the charge through the field and peach-orchard, the regiment was lying down, and hugging the ground very affectionately. A cannon-ball struck the ground between Dr. Hamilton and John Casey, throwing dirt over both. The Doctor, with much vigor, jerked himself away from where the ball struck, when John Casey exclaimed: "Frank, lie down right over the hole, do ye mind, for the ugly bastes niver strike twice in the same place!" The Doctor says he took John's advice then and afterward with good results.

The regiment was relieved from its terrible environments by an advance on its right and left, which forced the Federals to fall back. Shortly after this, and not far to the right, Prentiss's brigade of Federals surrendered; and but a few hundred yards to the right, a little later, Gen. Albert Sidney Johnston was killed. During the remainder of the day (Sunday) the regiment was well handled by Maj. George C. Porter, and was in action very nearly all the evening, steadily advancing. Late in the evening, John W. Campbell, who had temporarily joined the regiment, was killed while gallantly advancing under the orders of Capt. John Ingram, who commanded a portion of the regiment that had become detached from the main body.

On Monday, the 7th, the regiment was in line of battle by daylight, under Lieut.-col. Jones, but was not seriously engaged until about 11 o'clock. At that hour it was prominent in repelling a heavy assault on the Confederate center, and lost a number of its best men. During the remainder of the day it was engaged more or less severely, at one time driving the enemy in its front a half mile. There was a pond in front of one of the positions held by the regiment through which it drove the enemy twice, and was in turn forced back. A number of the best men in the regiment fell in and near this fatal pond, whose waters were dyed with the blood of the brave. The regiment withdrew from the field late in the evening, and as if on parade. In perfect order it fell back to Corinth with the army, where it went into camp on Wednesday, April 9th. At Shiloh it lost in killed, wounded, and missing about five hundred men. At Corinth, May 15th, the year for which the regiment enlisted expired. With few exceptions the officers and men reenlisted, and the regiment reorganized. Col. Stephens, whose health continued very feeble, declined to stand for reelection, as did Lieut.-col. Jones also. Col. Jones, however, continued off and on with the army, and rendered very valuable and gallant service on several occasions, both in camp and field. The new field organization was as follows: George C. Porter, Colonel; W. M. R. Johns, Lieutenant-colonel; J. L. Harris, Major. There were also a good many changes in the company organizations. Co. A: R. C. Williamson elected Captain; J. B. Stanley, Lieutenant. Co. B: J. B. Wilder, Captain; Shep. Hay, First Lieutenant; Newt. Curry, Second Lieutenant. Co. C: Tom Rains, Captain; R. A. Mays, First Lieutenant; Nathan Butler, Second Lieutenant; W. C. Marshall, Third Lieutenant. Co. D: R. M. Sharp, Captain. Co. E: Joe Brown, Captain; Wm. Watt, First Lieutenant; I. B. Day, Second Lieutenant; Tom Dudney, Third Lieutenant. Co. F: Wm. Bray, Captain; Ed. Mollison, First Lieutenant; Tom Shannon, Second

Lieutenant. Co. G: E. B. McClanahan, Captain; W. A. Busby, First Lieutenant; W. G. Cole, Second Lieutenant. Co. H: A. B. Jones, Captain; T. M. Gates, First Lieutenant; James E. Hughes, Second Lieutenant; R. H. Fenner, Third Lieutenant. Co. I: James Lemmons, Second Lieutenant; W. E. Dungan, Third Lieutenant; soon thereafter W. C. Copeland became Captain by promotion. Co. K: E. C. Harbert, Captain; Johnston Penn, First Lieutenant; Wm. Ingram, Second Lieutenant; Robert Weatherly, Third Lieutenant. Co. L: M. D. Merriweather, Captain; L. B. Everman, First Lieutenant; S. L. Ganaway, Second Lieutenant; S. B. Person, Third Lieutenant. Nearly all the old officers not reelected joined other commands, and several of them became distinguished as officers in the cavalry service. Notably among this class was Capt. John F. Newsom, who, as Colonel of a cavalry regiment under Forrest, became distinguished for skill and daring; and Lieut. Tom Parham, who, as Major of cavalry, served with credit. There were a goodly number of others who became more or less distinguished in cavalry and artillery, and some in other infantry regiments, but the facts are not at my command.

The regiment did frequent duty on the picket line around Corinth, and was in several hot skirmishes. In these small engagements it made a reputation for dash and steadiness, and for sustaining casualties, that clung to it throughout the war. In every skirmish it lost brave men, and in one in front of Corinth its loss was as severe as that of some regiments at Shiloh. This fatality in the matter of losses was confirmed by a railroad accident botween Mobile and Montgomery, while the army was being transferred from Tupelo to Chattanooga, which resulted in the regiment losing five or six men killed and twenty or thirty wounded.

In the camp-life at Corinth, and subsequently at Tupelo, the regiment lost a number of men from sickness and discharges for ill health. Here for the first time the real hardships of war settled down upon the regiment, to be lifted but seldom from thence to the last sad day when hope departed, and memory with its stores of events in camp and field, its bitter hardships, its bloody graves, and its blighted homes, assumed dominion over the hearts of Southern soldiers. The regiment bore up splendidly in the march into Kentucky from Chattanooga, distinguishing itself in several skirmishes, and adding greatly to its fame at Perryville. At Harrodsburg John M. Withers was elected Third Lieutenant of Co. G. Very vivid recollections were preserved among the boys of the hospitality and good cheer of "old Kentucky home." The beautiful women met all along the way, and their kindly smiles, were also cherished memories. More than one brave fellow lost his heart--and sadder still, lost his life--before opportunity came to find it again. The sweet and touching romances that clustered like roses full of fragrance about this and other marches would make volumes. The battle of Perryville was fought on the 8th of October, 1862. The regiment was commanded by Col. Porter, the brigade by Gen. Maney, the division by Gen. Cheatham. The position of Cheatham's division in the line of battle was second in responsibility to that of no division in the army. Opposed to it was the flower of the Federal army, among which were three regiments and a battery of regulars. The Sixth Regiment, with others of its brigade, was under heavy fire for an hour before it was ordered forward. There is no ordeal so trying upon human courage as standing idle under heavy artillery fire. But the Sixth and its companion regiments stood firm as veterans on this occasion. Finally the battery or batteries in front were ordered taken. To reach them an open field or fields about a mile in extent had to be crossed under a well-directed and terrific fire from the battery and supporting infantry. The charge was superbly made by Maney's brigade, with the Sixth Regiment in the center. They moved forward as if on dress-parade, slowly at first, then double-quick, then with a rush and a yell. The battery was taken, many of the gunners being bayoneted at their guns. This splendid charge of Maney's brigade and Cheatham's division won the admiration of the foe; and an officer of the Federal army afterward described it as the most perfect line, and the steadiest, most brilliant charge he ever saw, concluding that the regiments making it must have been regulars, and the pick of the Confederate army. The loss of the regiment in this battle was about thirty killed, and about one hundred and fifty wounded and missing. It had not fully recovered from heavy loss at Shiloh and Corinth, and did not number at Perryville near so many men. In proportion to numbers engaged, however, the loss at Perryville was as heavy as at Shiloh. I should add that after taking the splendid battery mentioned--which was composed of nine rifle guns, and was turned over to Capt. Turner--the brigade swept on over two other lines of the enemy and captured another battery. Gen. Jackson, of the Federal army, was killed in this charge, and members of the Sixth Regiment saw him dead on the field. There was hardly in the war a more brilliant charge than this. One of the coolest things was done by Lieut. Everman, who commanded Co. L, Sixth Regiment. During the terrific artillery fire of the morning he deliberately took notes in a small book while fully exposed to the enemy's sharp-shooters, who scarred the ground around him with bullets. This was his invariable habit. During this battle the Sixth Regiment had several Color-bearers killed. At one time, when the battle was heaviest, the Color-bearer fell; there was a momentary hesitancy about snatching the flag from the dead soldier's hands, and for a moment it lay on the ground--but only for a moment, when Ed. Quinn, private in Co. H, threw down his gun and grasped the fallen banner, and running about fifteen paces in front waved it furiously, and shouted: "Come on, my brave patriots; follow your flag!" Inspired with renewed impulse by this gallant example, the line rushed forward with an impetus invincible, and drove the enemy in great confusion. But the brave Quinn only went a short distance before his work was done. He fell dead leading the regiment, and so firm was his grasp that it was with difficulty the flag-staff was wrenched from his nerveless hands. C. C. Wood, of Co. B, next seized the colors, and afterward bore them gallantly on several fields.

The story is told on Lieut. W. C. Marshall, of Co. C, that he brought off from the field of Perryville blankets enough to keep the regiment warm during the winter. The retreat from Kentucky was full of hardships and peril. The route lay for the most part amid sterile mountains and a wild and hostile population. The little that the country afforded in the way of supplies was consumed by the troops in front. It was common for a regiment to be halted by a corn-field and from it draw their rations for a day. Parched corn became a staple article. The supply of water at times was meager, and thus the pangs of hunger were intensified by the more trying pangs of thirst. There was much suffering, and the Sixth Regiment bore its full share. Several men were lost during this retreat, and their fate remains a dark mystery to this day. It was almost certain death to straggle, or to leave the column for foraging. The mountains were alive with bush-whackers, and many a brave soldier who dropped out of line from fatigue, or wandered off for food, or was left behind in some rude hut because of desperate wounds, was killed or murdered by these "home-guards" or outlaws. Many a quiet valley and singing stream amid the gloomy mountains of East Kentucky could tell stories of cruelty and crime as shocking as any which in earlier times gave to the State the sobriquet of the "dark and bloody ground." A very sad and shocking case comes to mind. Wiley Wood, of Co. G, Sixth Regiment, was wounded at Perryville, and during the retreat fell out of the wagon in which he was being conveyed, as it passed over a very rough piece of road, and broke his leg. He had to be left at the village of New London. As soon as the army passed the bush-whackers entered the town, and taking the desperately wounded man out hanged him to a tree until he was dead. They then filled his body with bullet-holes, and left it as food for birds of prey. Some brave, gentle woman, however, gave poor Wiley's remains decent sepulture; and his ashes, like many thousands of brave and noble Southerners, sleep far from home in quiet vales and beside still waters. His grave, like theirs, is now unknown; but nature keeps watch over them and sings her requiems above their dust, and the God of Moses and of the true and brave in all the ages knows where their ashes rest.

The army, after a short halt at Knoxville, marched into Middle Tennessee, and concentrated at Murfreesboro. A few days before the battle of Murfreesboro the Sixth and Ninth regiments were consolidated. It was Greek joined to Greek, both regiments gaining by the association of splendid courage tried in the fire of battle and in the crucible of hardships, and proved pure gold. The officers took position according to rank and date of commissions. Col. Hurt, of the Ninth, became Colonel of the consolidated regiment; Lieut.-col. Buford, of the Ninth, Lieutenant-colonel; Maj. J. B. Wilder, of the Sixth, became Major; and Lieut. Thomas Henderson, of the Sixth, remained Adjutant. There were a number of changes in the company organizations, and several old officers were thrown out and ordered to report to Gen. Pillow, chief of the recruiting service. The Sixth and Ninth brought on the battle of Murfreesboro, fighting and falling back from La Vergne before the Federal army. In this perilous duty they were engaged a day and a half, under artillery or infantry fire constantly, and occasionally repulsing a charge of cavalry. On the morning of the battle, December 31st, the regiment was on the extreme left, and was early, but only slightly, engaged. Owing to its arduous duty in bringing on the battle, it was, with its brigade, held in reserve, and was thus moved from point to point during the engagement, and frequently, though briefly, engaged. It was here again subjected to the terrible ordeal of remaining comparatively inactive for hours, during which it was frequently under very heavy artillery fire; but it fully sustained its high character for steadiness, and its losses were by no means inconsiderable. In this battle the regiment was commanded by Col. Hurt and Lieut.-col. Buford. After this, however, Col. Hurt was forced by ill health to retire, and Col. Porter resumed command of the regiment. With a single exception--Franklin--Col. Porter or Lieut.-col. Buford commanded the regiment in all other battles to the close of the war. Among the gallant officers killed at Murfreesboro was Capt. Robert Sharper.

From Murfreesboro the army fell back to Tullahoma and Shelbyville. The Sixth and Ninth were at Shelbyville, where the boys had a good time, but got a touch of the scurvy from too much salt meat and Lincoln county whisky. I do not mean to insinuate that Lincoln county whisky is likely to produce scurvy, but simply that salt meat and Lincoln county whisky are a little objectionable as a steady diet. But the boys were relieved of the threatened malady in a rather novel way. In the early spring, under the orders of Surgeon John S. Fenner, the boys were marched out into the budding woods and the fragrant fields every day for weeks, and ordered to chew certain green things and grass. This was kept up until the commissariat could furnish a change of diet in the shape of eatable beef and occasional vegetables. The boys recovered, and spent the remainder of the time at Shelbyville betwixt skirmishes and love-making, drilling and joking. Here it should be said of Surgeon Dr. John S. Fenner that he was not only efficient professionally, but that he was heroic in the discharge of his duty on every field. He served from the first to the last, and no peril or exposure ever for a moment deterred him from the discharge of duty.

The retreat from Middle Tennessee to Chattanooga and Dalton was not memorable for any thing except good order and much grumbling--a paradox not infrequent in the army while commanded by Gen. Bragg, and later when under Gen. Hood. Patriotism and discipline insured orderly retreats, but did not suppress criticism and complaints more or less loud at failures to improve splendid victories or to use inviting opportunities. There were many, however, who held firm faith in Gen. Bragg's genius, and attributed his failure to improve victories to the sloth or incompetency of subordinates. One thing is certain, no General in the West fought battles more brilliantly than Gen. Braxton Bragg.

The battle of Chickamauga was the next engagement of any note in which the Sixth and Ninth took part. Col. Porter, Lieut.-col. Buford, and Maj. Wilder were in command. Maney's brigade, or rather Cheatham's division, of which the Sixth and Ninth were a part, were the first infantry troops seriously engaged in this battle. The battle was fought September 19th and 20th, 1863. The regiment was hotly engaged most of the first day, and its losses were very heavy. At one time the division moved on the enemy (who were massed in the thick woods behind an open field) through a skirt of timber, much of which had been cut down and was lying in tangled masses on the ground. The enemy's artillery played with effect upon the disordered line of advance, and the moment the field was gained, and while yet the line was in confusion, Thomas's entire corps, with several batteries, opened on Cheatham's devoted division. The Sixth and Ninth were in the very hottest of the fray. To advance was madness, to stand was nearly as bad; but this grand division did stand, and, with a gallantry never surpassed, held the enemy at bay for an hour. Finally Thomas's whole corps charged the thin line of Confederates, and forced them back. But before they gave way the enemy had lapped around both flanks of the division, and were pouring a deadly enfilading fire down the line. The division fell back a half mile and re-formed, being joined by Cleburne's division, which relieved Cheatham's flank. The two divisions then drove Thomas's corps steadily and gallantly until night closed the scene. The Sixth and Ninth were in the most trying position during this engagement, and lost heavier than any regiment in the division in proportion to numbers. And it is claimed by many of the regiment that it was the last in the line to yield, and that the enemy was right in among them before they gave way. This incident will illustrate the closeness of the engagement. Drew Brock, of Company L, was captured. Among his captors was an officer who took him in special charge. With this officer Brock drifted off some hundred yards from the main line. The officer was very thirsty, and Brock showed him a spring. The poor fellow knelt down to drink a cooling draught, and as he did so Brock seized a rock and struck him in the back of the head, killing him, and then escaped by hiding in the bush hard by. The Confederates advancing soon after found Brock and the dead officer. It is claimed by the best soldiers of Cheatham's division that this was the first and last time the enemy ever saw the back of Cheatham's Tennesseans in an engagement. The division was so severely cut up in the first day's battle that it was held in reserve on the second. It was under artillery fire frequently, and occasionally drove back an assault or strengthened a weak point, but it was not seriously engaged until late in the afternoon, when the Sixth and the Ninth and the First regiments charged a line of low log breastworks held by the Eighteenth Regulars, the Tenth Wisconsin, and another regiment, carrying the position with a storm, and driving the enemy in confusion before them. Lieut.-col. Ely, of the Tenth Wisconsin, was here mortally wounded and captured, but during his last hours he was tenderly nursed by members of the First Tennessee, to whom he had been kind when they were wounded and captured at Perryville. This touching incident and many like it occurring throughout the civil struggle were silver linings in the cloud of war, and served to show that in the fiercest and most dreadful hours human sympathy and brotherhood were not dead, and that the noblest instincts were as living fountains in the hearts of the combatants, that might be touched and made to bless, despite strife and blood.

After the battle of Chickamauga Cheatham's division was broken up, because it was composed entirely of Tennesseans, and in battle its losses were too severe for one State to sustain. At Chickamauga it had suffered more than any division, according to strength, and the loss on a single State was deemed out of fair proportion. The order, however, caused deep and loud discontent.

In the battle of Missionary Ridge Gen. Maney's brigade occupied the right wing, over or near the tunnel of the East Tennessee and Virginia railroad, where a battery of twelve guns was stationed. It was supposed to be the most vulnerable position in the line. The brigade was formed in two lines. In the front line was the First Tennessee and --. In the second line was the Sixth and Ninth and --, the Sixth and Ninth supporting the First. It was only slightly engaged, although under fire most of the day. The position was charged seven times, but the First Regiment held its place, the Sixth and Ninth only appearing for a few minutes from time to time when the peril was greatest. Right here I wish to say that from frequent conversations with members of the Sixth and Ninth, as well as from general history, I am proud to testify that there was not, in courage and morale, from the Potomac to the Rio Grande, a regiment superior to the First Tennessee, under Col. Field. This fact is due, first, to the fine material of which the regiment was composed, and largely also to the splendid military parts and brilliant courage of Col. Field. The position held by Maney's brigade on Missionary Ridge was never taken. The brigade did not know until 8 or 9 o'clock at night that the Confederate army had been defeated. It was then cut off from all open lines of retreat, and was forced to press guides and escape through fields and forests and by circuitous routes.

The morning after the retreat from Missionary Ridge Maney's brigade found itself, weary and foot-sore, near Graysville, at Cat's Creek, but in front of the enemy. In a little while Hooker's corps came up and made an attack, which the tired brigade gallantly repulsed. In this brilliant little affair the Sixth and Ninth bore a conspicuous part. Gen. Maney was wounded here. The following circumstances occurring near this point were related by Orderly Sergeant W. H. Bruton, of Company A, Sixth Regiment. The brigade found the bridge across Chickamauga River at Graysville burned, and that deep little stream swollen. The night was dark and bitter cold. Close in their rear could be heard the dull rolling of artillery carriages, and upon either side the enemy's cavalry could be heard taking positions on the rocky roads which ran parallel. Gloomier still, the weary soldiers could hear the splash and plunge of their own artillery as it was abandoned and rolled into the river. More gloomy than all this, they could hear men riding off on the artillery horses, evidently bent on escaping a pressing peril. Gen. Gist, of Georgia, had come up and assumed command. He had evidently made up his mind to surrender, or rather to have the gallant men to do so. Soon the order came down the weary lines to "stack arms." Gen. Gist and his staff then rode off, and the brigade firmly believed that it was abandoned to its fate, and that seemed to be death or surrender. The men fully appreciated the peril, and were determined not to surrender without a struggle. At this juncture Col. Farquaharson, of the Fourth Tennessee Confederate Regulars, came up and proposed to lead the brigade out. The men promptly resumed their arms, and stripping, placed their clothes on their bayonets, and thus quietly forded the river, the icy waters coming up to the necks of most of them, and forcing some to swim. But the brigade succeeded in crossing, and their fires on "the hills beyond the flood" were the first notice the enemy had that their prey had escaped.

At sunup the next morning the travel-worn, battle-begrimed brigade passed into the lines of its own army, through Cleburne's division drawn up at Ringgold to receive Hooker's pursuing corps. Cleburne's men warmly greeted and cheered the gallant brigade as it marched safely through its lines.

The terrible repulse experienced by Hooker's corps a few months later, at the hands of Cleburne's immortal division, is one of the proudest chapters in the South's history. The successful retreat of Maney's brigade was a nine-days wonder, heightened as it was by the fact that the men bore every one of their wounded officers and comrades with them in safety to Ringgold. Col. Farquaharson was the hero of the hour, and the boys to this day never weary telling of this perilous and terrible retreat, in which the privates outgeneraled their own General and the enemy.

On reaching Dalton the feeling among the various regiments and brigades that composed Cheatham's old division became so intense on the subject of a reunion, or the reestablishment of the division, that a most complimentary general order was issued by Gen. Joseph E. Johnston, commanding the division to be formed as of old. This feeling received a kind of halo from the events of Missionary Ridge and the retreat. During that battle every point at which a brigade of the old division was placed was successfully held to the last, and in the retreat the night of the battle, and the next day, several brigades of the division drifted together and joined themselves with "Mars Frank." Many of the boys saw the hand of Providence in this strange chance, and their demand for restoration was stimulated by a kind of superstition, or religious enthusiasm. At all events, the restoration was made, and the meeting of the brigades in camp at Dalton was one of the sublimest occasions in the history of the war. They cheered and embraced each other with feeling, and when Gen. Cheatham appeared among them they gathered around him with shouts of joy. The General was very much affected, and found himself unable to speak the promptings of his heart; but he took from his pocket a gold coin, and tossing it in the air, while his eyes rained tears, exclaimed, "Boys, you are as good as that!"

In the brilliant retrograde movement from Dalton, under Gen. Joe Johnston, Cheatham's division divided honors with Cleburne's in the perilous duty of rearguard. Almost daily there were events of interest. At Resaca the division was engaged on the 15th of May, and repulsed the enemy and drove them a mile. At New Hope there were skirmishes. The Sixth and Ninth were posted in a grave-yard, which position was assaulted repeatedly by the enemy, but which was held to the last by the regiment. The boys say that this was a grave-yard engagement, and that they were never before or afterward so suggestively situated. They stood in the midst of graves and grew fruit at the muzzle of muskets for more graves. They made breastworks of tombstones, and sheltered behind the mounds that sepulchered innocence and childhood; they fought and died and triumphed amid the tombs of a generation that had not dreamed of civil war.

The next battle in which the Sixth and Ninth took conspicuous part was on the Kennesaw line. Here it was daily under fire from June 25th to the night of July 2d. On June 27th it held the left angle of the famous "Dead Point," the First Tennessee holding the right angle, in front of which the severest fighting occurred. These positions were maintained until the army withdrew on the night of the 3d of July. During the fearful struggle of the 27th, when the Federals swarmed in front of the angle held by the First Tennessee, and threw themselves upon it en masse, at the most critical moment the Sixth and Ninth was ordered to the breach, and came up in gallant style to the assistance of the First. The enemy were driven back with great slaughter, and the First gallantly declaring its ability to hold the line, the Sixth and Ninth resumed their original position. In their right front the enemy lay thick on the ground. The right was the old Sixth part of the regiment, and it is entitled to share a portion of the honors of the wonderful defense. The annals of war hardly produce a parallel to this prolonged and fierce struggle. The Confederates at this point were intrenched behind rifle-pits with log encrownments, on a slope of Kennesaw Mountain. The frail works, by some oversight or in the haste of construction, were placed within about fifty yards of a bluff easy of approach, and behind which the enemy could form in comparative safety for a dash on the Confederate lines; and this was done. The enemy massed under this bluff and dashed repeatedly on the "Dead Angle," to be gloriously repulsed, and with terrible slaughter. At one time they came at the Confederates seven lines deep, the men having been freely supplied with whisky to make them more desperate. They came with a rush, like ocean waves driven by a hurricane, trampling their own dead and wounded, sweeping on as if by an irresistible impulse, to dash and break and reel and die against the Confederate works, and stagger back like drunken men, broken and routed.

In this charge many Federals gained the top of the rude works assailed, to be hurled off by clubbed muskets or on the points of bayonets. The steadiness of the thin line of Confederates, their unflinching firmness, their matchless nerve, rose to the sublimest heights of martyrdom. It may be fairly doubted if any other troops on earth would have made such a charge, and none others on earth could have successfully resisted such an overmatched and desperate assault.

During this assault D. A. Whitehorn, a Color-bearer in the Federal line, fell across the Confederate works as he planted his flag and turned to wave his comrades on. This flag was a trophy of the brave defenders of the "Dead Angle" to the close of the war, and the gallant Whitehorn's canteen, belt, cartridge-box, short-sword, etc., became souvenirs of priceless value. W. H. Bruton, Orderly Sergeant of Co. H, and George T. Fortune, of the same company, Sixth Regiment, fell heirs to the brave Color-bearer's mess-spoon, and used it to the end of the war. It is due to these brave men to say that they cherished this souvenir of a gallant enemy befittingly, and always paid to it a chivalrous respect in honor of the gallant foe to whom it had belonged. During the siege of Atlanta the Sixth and Ninth were daily on duty, and occasionally under very heavy artillery fire. The men were under artillery fire, more or less, day and night, and several were killed by shells as they lay sleeping, and dreaming it may be of distant homes, and of a peace whose blessings they were not to know in this life, but which, may we not hope, they and others who fell enjoy in beatific visions from the spirit-land and on the farther shore of "time to be." Among those struck dead while sleeping, was Joe Cock, of Co. H. He was asleep beside his Captain--A. B. Jones--when a shell struck and instantly killed him, his warm blood bespattering Captain Jones as it flowed freely from his warm, quivering, breathless body.

The battles of the 21st and 22d of July, fought under the orders of Gen. Hood, were remarkable for desperation and dash on the part of the Confederates engaged, and for steadiness and splendid discipline on the part of the Federals. Sherman's left wing was to be turned, and his rear threatened so as to force him back from Atlanta, or to fight a general battle at right angles with his line of advance and retreat. Cheatham's and Cleburne's divisions formed the extreme of the Confederate right, and were to do the principal fighting; but an attack in another quarter was to be the signal of assault for them, and this was delayed so long that the enemy discovered the movement on their left and rear and formed their lines and dug rifle-pits to resist the assault. Hence, instead of taking the enemy by surprise and in reverse on the 22d, Cheatham and Cleburne found McPherson's corps prepared for the assault. The fighting was most brilliant and desperate. These two crack Confederate divisions vied with each other, and fairly raced for the honor of being first to gain the enemy's works. They swept forward to the assault like a storm on the sea, and carried every thing before them. The enemy's frail works were carried at the point of the bayonet after a series of desperate hand-to-hand contests. Gen. McPherson, the heroic and brilliant commander of the Federal corps, fell while rallying his troops to renewed exertions. Col. Walker, of the Nineteenth Tennessee, who commanded Maney's old brigade of which the Sixth and Ninth formed a part, fell leading the brigade. In this assault Maney's brigade claimed to have been first that passed the enemy's works, and to have pressed farther forward than any portion of the Confederate line. The Federals were driven a half mile or more, and if other assaulting columns had done as well as Cheatham's and Cleburne's, or had they been timely reenforced, Sherman's left would have been turned and his whole army probably defeated. The Sixth and Ninth were in the line that swept over where Gen. McPherson fell, and a splendid battery captured fell to the credit of their brigade. In this charge George W. Darden (son of Col. Darden, of Henderson county, who was the largest man in the world, weighing over seven hundred pounds), of Co. G, Sixth Regiment, fell mortally wounded with his back to the earth and feet to the foe. He was a brave and eccentric man; generous to a fault, yet he was without faith in Christianity, and led the life of a wanderer and a waif. He served in the Mexican war with credit when very young. His eccentricity and reckless nerve did not forsake him as he lay dying on that field of blood. Near him was a terribly wounded Federal, whose cries were heart-rending. These cries greatly disturbed Darden, who had composed himself to die, as he said, in peace. He appealed to the wounded Federal to keep quiet and die like a man. He said: "You disturb me very much. I am wounded unto death as well as you. An hour at most and both of us will have passed away, and for the sake of a common manhood let us die calmly and like men of courage." But the wails and groans of the desperately wounded Federal in nowise abated. Darden, with a great effort, dragged himself to the wounded Federal, and, after examining his wounds carefully, said: "Friend, you can't live long; your sufferings are great, and you will not let me die peacefully. Hence, for the sake of both of us, I will end your agonies." And with these words he raised himself as well as he could, placed a loaded rifle to the Federal soldier's breast and fired. The soldier died without a struggle, and Darden laid himself calmly by his side, pillowed his head against a stump, and remarking, "Now I can die in peace," passed away without a sound or struggle, or a prayer that any one ever heard. All this was observed and heard by wounded men of the regiment who lay near the scene. The impression on their minds was deep, and the story is repeated at every gathering of the survivors of that terrible battle to this day.

At Jonesboro, Ga., on August 26th, the regiment next met the enemy in overwhelming numbers, and who would, but for their wholesome respect for the terrific fighting qualities of Cheatham's and Cleburne's divisions, have captured the "thin gray line" that held them in check for hours. The Sixth and Ninth were not, however, very heavily engaged at this point. The principal fighting was done by Gen. Gordon's brigade, Cheatham's division. I am told that more brilliant work was never performed than did Gordon's brigade on this occasion. A remarkable feat, however, was performed by a member of the Sixth and Ninth. During the heavy artillery fire which the regiment sustained during much of the day, a cannon-ball came bounding across a rolling plain directly toward W. H. Bruton, Orderly Sergeant of Co. H. It was touching the ground in high places. Bruton saw it coming, and realized his peril in an instant. There was barely a moment for reflection. That was enough, however. To jump to either side was impracticable, to stand still was to lose both legs, and probably life; so Bruton, with exact calculation, leaped high into the air, and the deadly missile passed under him, striking and demolishing a half-rotten stump about a hundred yards in the rear. It is claimed that this feat is without parallel, and Mr. Bruton stands alone in history as the successful jumper of a cannon-ball. A sharp engagement followed this at Lovejoy on the 27th and 28th of August, and then the flank movement to Tennessee began.

Of the long march through Georgia and Alabama and into Tennessee--the skirmishes and hardships--I will say nothing here; nor is it my province to criticise that campaign, or to say where and when mistakes were made. I go direct to the great and unprecedentedly bloody battle of Franklin, where Cheatham's old division of Tennesseans sealed with blood and stamped with glory forever its record of steady, dashing, heroic courage. The battle of Franklin was fought November 30, 1864. The Federals, under Gen. Schofield, occupied a strong natural position, which they made stronger by first-class earth-works. The approaches were through open fields from a mile to a mile and a half in width. In front of the position assaulted by Cheatham's old division, groves of locust-trees had been cut down, behind which the first line of Federals received the assault. Gen. Cheatham was commanding the corps, and Gen. John C. Brown the old division. The division moved to the assault with its left on the Columbia pike. Moving parallel, with its right on the Franklin pike, was Cleburne's division. There had long been a generous rivalry between those two superb commands. Owing to its splendid achievements at Ringgold, Cleburne's division "held the edge" on the famous Tennesseans. Hence again at Franklin, as on the 22d of July before Atlanta, these two divisions raced for first honors. In splendid style, their officers gallantly urging them on, the crack divisions of the Western Army moved through shot and shell to the desperate work before them. It was a splendid sight. The entire field was in full view over which the eighteen brigades of Hood's army moved to the assault. From the rifle-pits and the locust zerebas in the front of the main works of the Federal infantry poured a terrific fire, while from the main works and from the heights beyond the river more than a hundred cannon volleyed and thundered upon the advancing host. But there was no halting nor wavering, and over the fire-swept plain the assaulting column advanced, closing up the dreadful gaps of death like the "Old Guard" at Waterloo. With a yell and a rush, and at the point of the bayonet, the first line of works was carried, but no halt was made. On and on, with guns at right-shoulder-shift, dashed the heroic lines. Yet a half mile of open ground remains to be crossed. The firing from the main works was now terrific. Not a soldier of that gallant army had ever experienced a fire so dreadful. The hundred cannon, double-shotted, swept the plain, and the roll of twenty thousand muskets was incessant and appalling. But on swept the determined Confederates--never firing a gun, never cheered by the boom of a cannon of their own, never wavering, eyes to the front, "Victory or death" ringing in every heart! Officers and men fell like dead leaves when forests are shaken. The glorious Cleburne fell, and the dashing Granbury. Of Cheatham's old division Strahl, Carter, and Gist fell, and Brown and Gordon were wounded. And yet on swept that glorious line of gray. At last, the plain behind them strewn with the dead and wounded until the dead and wounded outnumbered the living, the assaulting column reeled against the strong works behind which the Federal army fought in comparative security, and with the nerve and cool destructiveness that became veterans. The works reached, a ditch must be crossed and an embankment climbed. The Federal fire became now more terrific, all their reserves being brought into action. Then it was that on the right and left the Confederates recoiled and reeled back across the fatal plain to the rifle-pits and locust zerebas just taken. Of all that assaulting column Cheatham's old division alone held its ground. This division, with every general and field officer killed or wounded, except Col. Hurt, who commanded the Sixth and Ninth, with half its number strewn on the plains, scrambled across the ditch and climbed upon the works, driving the Federals out and taking possession. Having repulsed the Confederates at all other points, the Federals rallied and charged Cheatham's devoted division, confident of annihilating or capturing it. The division, quickly noting its peril, placed the embankment of the works they had taken between them and the Federals, and held their perilous position with matchless heroism and unequaled valor to the end. Assailed in front, subject to a terrific cross-fire from angles in the works to the right and to the left, the old division stood firm and poured a destructive fire into their assailants in front. Alone they stood amid ten thousand, volleyed and thundered at from three sides--stood, and died, and conquered. The Federals gained the opposite side of the earth-works, but could not cross or dislodge their enemy. They glared into each others eyes, fought with clubbed guns, but like gladiators, toe to toe, fought and died, but never turned back or wavered. It was a sublime moment. The old division was standing on the sacred soil of its grand old mother, Tennessee. It was making a last heroic effort for home and cause. The eyes of mother, wife, sweetheart, in hearing as it were of the battle's thunder, watched, and waiting wept. Its comrades, after prodigies of valor, had reeled back from the impossible. It stood alone of all the assaulting host, using the enemy's works against himself--alone in the fiery-red jaws of a hell of battle. The Spartans at Thermopyl? the "Light Brigade" at Balaklava, the "Old Guard" at Waterloo, do not overmatch it in situation or equal it in results. It stood there in the jaws of death--stood and conquered. The twilight came, and then darkness; and still these immortal Tennesseans stood and conquered. The night was hideous with the red glare of battle, the dead and wounded encumbered their movements, exhaustion threatened; and yet they stood and conquered. It was the old division's last supreme effort, while hope yet remained--its last confident struggle for cause and home; and it stood like the "Old Ironsides" at Nasby--stood and sublimely conquered. Early after the darkness set in, the Confederates rallied and renewed the assault on the right and left; the enemy gave way, and Franklin was taken. But when the Confederates poured in, there, in the midst of the dead and dying, their visages blackened with smoke out of all recognition, stood Cheatham's division, masters of the works they had taken at the first, masters of the field, the unquestioned heroes of the battle, the matchless division of the Western Army. There it stood amid the wrecks of battle, amid its dead that outnumbered its living, without a general officer left, with but one field officer able for duty, the division commanded by a colonel, regiments by captains and lieutenants, companies by sergeants and corporals. Orderly Sergeant W. H. Bruton was the ranking officer left of the original Sixth Regiment, and he and George T. Fortune were all that was left of the original Southern Guards, Sixth Regiment. But two braver men never lived or died, and they were worthy to be the living monuments of their heroic comrades, the last of the Southern Guards. In this terrible battle the Sixth and Ninth Regiment did its duty, and that in such a battle tells the whole story. Many instances of personal heroism are told, but the following will suffice to illustrate the spirit of the men on this great occasion. When the main works were reached and the terrible struggle for possession took place, Clay Barnes, private in Co. E, Sixth Regiment, was the first to mount the parapet. He instantly seized the United States flag that proudly waved from the rampart, and a desperate struggle between him and its bearer took place. In the struggle Barnes killed the Federal with the butt of his gun, and tore the flag from its staff, and with a shout of triumph crammed it in his bosom and cheered his comrades to the rescue. As before described, the works were carried, and Clay Barnes, of the Sixth, was the first man upon them, and captured the first flag. He still lives near Spring Creek, in Madison county, and is as quiet and industrious in peace as he was gallant in war.

In the battle of Nashville, the line held by Cheatham's division was not broken, and the command was exposed to great peril in the retreat, owing to the enemy being on both its flanks before the defeat of our army was realized. The evening of the retreat a Federal cavalry regiment charged the Sixth and Ninth, but soon found that they had run up against the "business end of a hornet," and got away as quickly as they came, yet not before a good many saddles were emptied. The Sixth and Ninth were among the troops that next day repulsed the enemy's advance near Spring Hill. With its brigade it formed a part of the rear-guard from Duck River until the Tennessee River was crossed. The enemy pressed the retreating army fiercely, and the rear-guard was engaged almost every hour from Columbia to Pulaski. Between Lynnville and Richland Creek, the fighting was incessant and bloody. At Elk River the Federal advance received a terrible repulse, which made them so cautious that the Confederate retreat from thence on was almost unmolested.

This retreat was felt by nearly every soldier as the last, and the end was deemed not far off. Hundreds of the men were without shoes, and literally left trails of blood on the half-frozen ground over which they marched. The sufferings of the Sixth and Ninth were great, but there was no faltering. The regiment, though in despair of the cause for which it had fought and suffered so long, lost none of its discipline or splendid fighting qualities, but on this retreat maintained its fame unsullied as one of the crack regiments of the most brilliant division in the Western Army.

Of the dreary march through Alabama, Georgia, and South Carolina, into North Carolina, I will not write. The end came at Greensboro, N. C., on the 26th of April, 1865, when the regiment surrendered with Johnston's army. At the surrender, the regiment numbered about one hundred men, and was commanded by Maj. Robert C. Williamson--now a lawyer at Memphis--who had been promoted during the last hours of the crumbling Confederacy for long and brilliant soldierly qualities. Among the other promotions was that of T. A. (Top) Reid, who was the only member of his company--the Danes--at the surrender, and who had served as a private throughout the war. He informed the writer that he was in every battle in which the Sixth participated, and was wounded five times, though at no time severely.

It may be said of the Sixth Regiment that it never needed to be led into battle by dashing officers, but that it always went at what it was ordered with promptness and resolution. The privates were as dashing and daring as the officers, and always did as much leading in battle; and yet its officers were brave men, and did their duty on all occasions. Its officers, from first to last, were good men, and retained throughout the war the respect and confidence of the men; and yet it is true, and deserves to be immortalized in history, that the privates of the Sixth and the Sixth and Ninth were at all times as daring as their officers, and on no occasion required the example of official dash to stimulate to duty, however perilous. There are officers and men who deserve special mention, in addition to those whose names appear in connection with incidents related in this sketch, but the space allotted to me is already largely overdrawn. But I must mention one private soldier, and through him pay the tribute due his comrades.

In Jackson today may be seen a quiet, delicate man, moving about in the discharge of official duty. Exposure and hardships have frosted his beard and head. He talks but little, and that little rarely of the war; and yet he entered the Sixth Regiment a boy, under military age, and served in the field through all the chances and changes, marches and battles of the war to the end. In every battle he was at the front, and from beginning to end never shirked a duty nor failed to respond to the call to arms. His name is George T. Fortune, and he is esteemed by his comrades one and all as the model soldier, the first man at all times to step to the front when volunteers were called to lead a forlorn-hope, or to do a desperate piece of work--"the bravest of the brave," a soldier every inch, to whom the sound of battle was music and the "imminent deadly breach" a feast of soul.

The organization of the Sixth Regiment has been kept up since the war, and under its auspices "Memorial Day" in Jackson has for eighteen years been observed with solemn pageantry. Its present officers are Robert Gates, Colonel; R. A. Mays, Lieutenant-colonel; George T. Fortune, Major; F. W. Henry, Adjutant. The fame of the regiment is a proud inheritance which the people of Madison cherish, and should the Union in the future need the services of brave defenders, this county may be relied on to send forth another Sixth Regiment, as gallant and true as the old one whose members are rapidly passing away, but whose glory is immortal.

Official Field and Staff, Sixth Tennessee Infantry.

Colonels, George C. Porter and William H. Stephens; Lieutenant-colonel, Timothy P. Jones; Major, George C. Porter; Surgeon, R. R. Dashiell; Assistant Surgeon, John S. Fen ner; Commissary, James E. Givens; Adjutant, Alfred N. Thomas.

Company A.
Captain, J. A. Wilder.
Chillon, E. J., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Jones, R. A., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
McColpin, J. H., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Melane, E. J., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Purois, Jason, k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Peebles, R. E., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Tomlinson, G. H., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Thomas, J. E., k. at the battle of Shiloh, April 6, 1862.
Voss, W. J., d. at Jackson, Tenn., April 15, 1862.
Harris, L. C., k. at Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Raynor, T. A., d. in hospital at Atlanta, Ga.
Ross, C. W., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Garrett, A. D., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Palmer, C. R., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Richmond, N. D. F., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Shaw, J. D., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Estes, T. E., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Estes, M. P., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.

Company B.
Captains: G. G. Person and R. M. Sharp.
Person, Capt. G. G., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Harris, D. C., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Bumpass, J. M., d. May 19, 1862.
Thomas, M. T., d. Aug. 26, 1862.
Warner, J. A., d. April 3, 1863.
Haynie, J. M., d. May 27, 1863.

Company C.
Captains: W. W. Freeling and T. B. Rains.
Rains, Capt. T. B., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Butler, Lieut. N. A., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Ayres, John L., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Vantrece, Thomas, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Weaver, W. S., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Haltom, W. H., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Jones, J. M., d. Feb. 1, 1864.
Adams, Newton H., d. June 29, 1861.
Taylor, John D., d. June 3, 1861.
McGuire, D. B., d. July 14, 1861.
Reeves, J. R., d. April 27, 1863.
Haltom, J. Calvin, d. May 22, 1862.
Temple, J. W., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Black, G. W., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Emmerson, J. T., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Morgan, E. H., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Tims, J. B., k. at the battle of Shiloh.

Company D.
Captains: R. C. Williamson and W. M. R. Johns.
Barton, Edward, k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Nelson, J. A., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Humphreys, C. W., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
McCuthen, R. R., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Neilson, T. J., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
McAdams, J., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Thompson, W. M., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Spain, J. E., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Hillard, J. H., d. April 10, 1862.
Mallard, F. E., d. May 20, 1862.
Seabrook, Lieut. Edward, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Stewart, F. D., d. May, 1862.
Boals, T. W., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Carpenter, J. F., k. at Murfreesboro.
Poor, R. J., k. at Chickamauga.
Thomas, C. R., k. July 22, 1864.
Hall, S. W., k. in battle.
Shaw, J. C., k. in battle.
Wiseman, H. T. (formerly a member of Co. E, Thirty-seventh Mississippi Volunteers), k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.

Company E.
Captains: James M. Woolard and J. L. Brown.
Kirby, Jesse H., d. at Camp Brown, June 8, 1861.
Jones, W. S., d. at the residence of Capt. Jas. M. Woolard, July 11, 1861.
Debwain, T. J., k. at Murfreesboro.
Watt, J. C., d. Dec. 8, 1862.
Smothers, R. A., d. at Tullahoma, May 25, 1863.
Young, J. W., d. at Greenville, Ala., Aug. 31, 1863.
Ross, J. A., k. at Missionary Ridge, Sept. 22, 1863.
Day, T. C., d. Oct. 7, 1863.
Bennett, R. R., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Askew, J. B., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.
Goodrich, B. R., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.

Company F.
Captain, J. F. Newsom.
Bragden, George M., d. at Camp Brown.
Jones, George, d. at Camp Brown.
Barber, G. W., d. May 27, 1864.
Davis, E. H., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Davis, William, k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Ryan, Daniel, d. from wounds, May 1, 1862.
Williams, A. B., d. in hospital.

Company G.
Captain, J. B. Freeman.
McCullough, W. M., d. July 11, 1861.
Askew, James, d.
Robertson, Battle, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Gillihan, J. G., k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Davis, Richard, k. at the battle of Perryville, Ky., Oct. 8, 1862.
Shelton, William H., k. at Perryville.
Darden, G. W., k. in battle.
Henderson, J. W., k. in battle.

Company H.
Captains: William Clinton Penn and A. B. Jones.
Wilson, Robert W., d. July 25, 1861.
Taylor, Lieut. George W., d. Jan. 18, 1861.
Campbell, J. J., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Eppenger, A. F., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Hadaway, W. J., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Smith, B. H., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Pyles, Walter A., d. July 19, 1862.
Hutchings, T. E., k. at the battle of Perryville, Oct. 8, 1862.
Maker, James, d. Feb. 12, 1863.
Campbell, A. A., k. at Chickamauga.
Steadman, B. P., k. near Atlanta, Ga., July 21, 1864.
Cock, J. L., k. near Atlanta, Ga., July 21, 1864.

Company I.
Captains: James M. Collinsworth and William J. McKinney.
Harris, Robert, d. June 23, 1861.
Carter, J. C. K., d. April 6, 1862.
Arnold, Nathan J., d. April 7, 1862.
Arnold, E. M., d. April 6, 1862.
Young, Allen H., d. April 7, 1862.
Hollyfield, Valentine, d. Aug. 2, 1862.
Pearson, Robert W., d. April 6, 1862.
Hoodson, W. E., d. Oct. 28, 1862.
Carter, Lieut. C. M., k. at the battle of Perryville.
Cox, W. E., d. at Chattanooga, March 22, 1863.
Allen, Joseph W., d. May 24, 1863.
Herrin, J. K., d. at Chattanooga, July 15, 1863.
Wilson, J. M., d. at Murfreesboro, Jan., 1863.
Dungan, J. J. A., k. at the battle of Chickamauga.

Company K.
Captain, John Ingram.
Beaty, John, d. June 5, 1861.
Byrd, James, d. March 28, 1862.
Byram, R. R., d. May 2, 1862.
Caldwell, W. G., k. at the battle of Shiloh.
Walker, B. C., d. Sept 25, 1862.
Weatherby, S. E., k. at the battle of Perryville.
Stanley, M. A., k. in battle.
Miller, William, k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Maffitt, A. E., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Barnett, J. B., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Summerlm, B., d. in prison at Chicago, Ill.
McBride, L., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Tyson, J. A., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Pope, J. M., k. at the battle of Perryville.

Company L.
Captains: M. D. Merriweather and W. W. Fulsom.
Henning, John, d. June 24, 1862.
Crawford, Mark, k. at the battle of Perryville.
Sargent, A. F., k. at the battle of Perryville.
Walker, W. P., d. in Atlanta, Ga., April 8, 1863.
Allison F. M., d. at Chattanooga, July 15, 1863.
Kendrick, W. A., k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.
Scruggs, Thomas, k. at the battle of Chickamauga, Sept. 19, 1863.

I found this listing - 6th Tennessee Infantry Regiment Company G Original Roster 1861-1865. If there is a # behind the name there was a pension applied for. A W#### is a pension filed by the soldiers widow. A S#### is one filed by the soldier. It is probably not complete - use it as a "guide only".

Captains
Deberry, John H.
Freeman, Joseph B.
McClanahan, Ed Burke
Stephens, William H.


1st Lieutenants

Busby, William A.
Jackson, Isaac M.


2nd Lieutenants

Bond, Benjamin F.
Cole, William George (W9719)
Elrod, James
Withers, John M.


Sergeants

Andrews, Robert W. (S10442)
Bandy, G.C.
Darden, George W.
Davie, John B.
Davis, John G.
Henry, William Franklin (W1986)
Miller, James R.
Wood, C.C. (S9435)


Ordnance Sergeant

Arnold, John B.


Corporals

Grant, Thomas H.
Parish, E.R.
Piagues, H.H.
Sexton, H.D.
Shelton, William H.


Privates

Abstom, George
Alexander, J.F.
Anderson, William J.
Askew, James
Askew, John C.
Askew, William (S12638)
Autland, E.
Bailey, A.V.
Bawdy, G.C.
Bennett, A.J.
Betty, John
Boykin, James E.
Boykin, William A.
Boykin, William P.
Brown, J.W.
Brown, Robert F. (S13268)
Cathey, J.J.
Chappell, C.C.
Childs, E.C.
Clay, William H.
Collins, John James (S13423)
Crews, A.W.
Davis, Richard
Day, M.L.
Dod, Charles S.
Dounney, Patrick
Emrick, Emanuel
Exum, Joseph
Exum, J.W.
Exum, Martin Van Buren (W10232)
Fettrell, J.G.
Gillihan, James G.
Glass, L.C.
Gray, William
Gregory, S.C.
Harris, C.R.
Hawkes, James E.
Hawks, P.H. (S15277)
Hearn, N.G.
Henderson, J.W.
Henning, W.T.
Hicks, R.L.
Hopper, R.E.
Johnson, Christopher L.
Kaffer, William
Knight, R.F. Lawrence, J.B.
Lawrence, S.B.
Lea, Thomas S.
Leeper, Garvin
Leevy, Lewis
Long, J.B.
Lundegran, Thomas
Lyon, W.W.
Mann, John G.
McClanahan, S.C.
McClelland, J.N.
McCullough, W.M.
Merrill, John M.
Miller, William P.
Moneyham, D.B.
Montgomery, James A.
Morrill, James M.
Morrow, Samuel
Muir, James S.
Norvell, J.G.,
Norvell, Thomas H.
Norwood, John H.
O'Conner, J.J.
Outland, Edward
Payne, J.P.
Perry, Marshall
Person, B.A.
Pierce, W.F.
Pyles, Willis C. (S13468)
Robertson, Abbott L.
Robertson, Battle
Rooks, James R.
Scurlock, J.W.
Shelton, John J.
Shelton, Stephen L.
Shelton, William H.
Shule, J.W.
Simmonds, J.H.
Simmons, Hayes
Smith, F.
Stearns, W.P.
Sterling, Robert
Stewart, William A.
Teague, Richard M.
Thompson, Lornt D.
Tidwell, Joseph D.
Vassey, Charles
Warlick, James P. (S1032)
Williams, Hiram
Wilson, James M.
Witherspoon, John
Wood, Wiley A.
Woods, W.M.
York, William B. (S12078) 

An interesting note:
We have found FOUR pension applications for african-americans who served with 
the 6th Tennessee Infantry. We are currently unable to locate the 
companies they were in if any. But these are the names and application 
numbers for them:

Bledsoe, William A. (C127)
Collier, Sam (C211 & C257)
Smith, Presley (C70)
White, Dick (C134)

These gentleman could have served in Company G, a different company, 
or had been attached to the regiment. As of right now we don't know 
for sure. Except for the fact they applied for a post war pension, 
with the 6th Tennessee listed as their unit.

Source: John B. Lindsley - The Military Annals of Tennessee Confederate. First Series: Embracing a Review of Military Operations with Regimental Histories and Memorial Rolls. Nashville, TN: - , 1886.