Brothers split during the Civil War attempt to capture when called home to dying sister's bedside.
I will soon be 85 years old and my father was a Civil War veteran. He had a large farm near Sedalia, Missouri, and owned many slaves. He organized a troop or company of 100 men, joined General Price and fought at Wilson Creek and Pea Ridge. Then he was sent to Texas to help guard the border during the rest of the War. He brought 50 head of fat cattle into the Army when he joined up. He fought for his beloved Southland, and his brother fought with the Northern Army.
During the War they were called to the bedside of a dying sister, and during this visit my uncle tried to capture my father. He failed to succeed, but my father never forgave him. The little Ozark town where we're from has lovely old dwellings which the Northern Army used for one whole winter as a hospital.
My father held no grudge for the Yankees as so many Southern people did, but not so my mother. She could never forget the deprivation and hardships she had suffered.
Not far from here is an old saltpeter mine. In the Civil War days, they came for miles to get saltpeter to make ammunition.
W. W. Ramey
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