A Confederate soldier passing through South Carolina on his way home to Texas gave up his life so that another man would not die in his stead. His noble deed lives on in the annals of Newberry, South Carolina, where he was murdered and buried.
Born in Brandon, Mississippi, Calvin Crozier was living in Texas in 1861 when he enlisted in Goode’s Battery. His four brothers all served in Texas regiments, and although one brother was wounded at Pleasant Hill, all survived the War.
During the War, Cozier transferred to a company raised by Richard M. Gano. When this unit joined John Hunt Morgan’s brigade, it was called the Third Regiment, Morgan’s Brigade, or the 7th Kentucky Cavalry. Crozier was captured during Morgan’s Kentucky raid, sent to a northern prison camp, and held there until the War ended. He was quite ill during his prison confinement and was not well enough to leave until September of 1865.
During a portion of Crozier’s train trip home to Texas, several ladies traveling alone entrusted their safety to him. While passing through South Carolina, the train stopped in Newberry for the night of September 7, 1865. A lack of hotel rooms in town forced Crozier and the ladies to remain on the train overnight.
During the night, as the group rested peacefully, several members of the 33rd U.S. Colored Troops entered the car and became unruly to the point that the ladies were offended and afraid. Crozier ordered the soldiers to leave the train, and when they refused, a fight erupted. Crozier has only a small knife, but he managed to wound one of the soldiers on the neck during the melee.
The Union soldiers left the train, but later returned to the depot with some of their white officers, intent on finding the assailant who had wounded one of their own. In their anger, they seized Jacob S. Bowers, the superintendent of the Greenville and Columbia Railroad, and quickly prepared to lynch him.
As soon as Crozier heard what was happening, he surrendered himself to the soldiers and saved Bowers’ life. But with that act, he sealed his own fate. Crozier was taken to the camp of the 33rd U.S. Colored Troops, where he was summarily shot to death and buried on the spot in a shallow grave. The Union soldiers danced gleefully on the new grave. Lt. Col. Charles T. Trowbridge, the troops’ commander, believed that Crozier had killed Private Mills, rather than just injuring him and he reportedly took full responsibility for the act.
When the facts of the case became known, Lieutenant Colonel Trowbridge was brought before a court-martial on the charge of murdering Crozier. He was acquitted by a board of his peers and fellow officers.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Just thought this was interesting
I found this on Facebook and I just wanted to share.
YOU KNOW YOUR A HISTORY MAJOR WHEN
1. you know where the history section in at least 3 different book stores are
2. You find the Black Death European Tour shirt on Cafe Press the most funny thing you've seen in a long time
3.You read all three volumes of Gibson's Decline and Fall of the Rome Empire for fun.
4. You find dead people interesting
5. "You no longer consider Latin a dead language but a form of entertainment"
6. You know how to properly use Chicago footnote style
7. "You know your a history major when you tell people you were born in the wrong century"
8. You can make snide remarks about how the French lost the Indochina War by catching the Dien Bien Flu
9. when you know more dead people than living
10. you refer to the history channel as the Hitler channel
11. you disagree with the history channel
12. you can do proper citations in your sleep
13. you enjoy writing papers as much as you enjoy sex
14. You're more familiar with past European heads of state than you are with some of your own relations.
15. You can tell people that the ingredients for beer was the first thing planted upon reaching Virgina.
16. The only form of citation is CHICAGO STYLE!!
17. you know that a revolution within a country isn't always going to turn out the way it started!!!
18. The saying : "Loath thy father love thy grandma/father" is familiar within royal families!!
19. You know you are a history major when you are amused by town names in the U.S. that have historical European counterparts (i.e. Antioch, California)
20. You know your a history major when someone asks you what your major is and when you tell them the first thing they ask is ARE YOU GOING TO TEACH?
21. When someone says they're a Goth you wonder why they're not attacking Rome
22. No one wants to watch period films with you, because you point all the little mistakes that no one else cares about.
23. You can check a book out from the library relating to history and it hasn't been checked out for at least 20 years!
24. youv'e read at least 20-25 books detailing WWII by the day you also know the true operation codename of d-day in june, as well as operation body guard, and that ULTRA was built by the British with some Polish help
25. You know you are a history major when you've heard the joke about the book of possible careers for a history major being one page long FAR too many times.
YOU KNOW YOUR A HISTORY MAJOR WHEN
1. you know where the history section in at least 3 different book stores are
2. You find the Black Death European Tour shirt on Cafe Press the most funny thing you've seen in a long time
3.You read all three volumes of Gibson's Decline and Fall of the Rome Empire for fun.
4. You find dead people interesting
5. "You no longer consider Latin a dead language but a form of entertainment"
6. You know how to properly use Chicago footnote style
7. "You know your a history major when you tell people you were born in the wrong century"
8. You can make snide remarks about how the French lost the Indochina War by catching the Dien Bien Flu
9. when you know more dead people than living
10. you refer to the history channel as the Hitler channel
11. you disagree with the history channel
12. you can do proper citations in your sleep
13. you enjoy writing papers as much as you enjoy sex
14. You're more familiar with past European heads of state than you are with some of your own relations.
15. You can tell people that the ingredients for beer was the first thing planted upon reaching Virgina.
16. The only form of citation is CHICAGO STYLE!!
17. you know that a revolution within a country isn't always going to turn out the way it started!!!
18. The saying : "Loath thy father love thy grandma/father" is familiar within royal families!!
19. You know you are a history major when you are amused by town names in the U.S. that have historical European counterparts (i.e. Antioch, California)
20. You know your a history major when someone asks you what your major is and when you tell them the first thing they ask is ARE YOU GOING TO TEACH?
21. When someone says they're a Goth you wonder why they're not attacking Rome
22. No one wants to watch period films with you, because you point all the little mistakes that no one else cares about.
23. You can check a book out from the library relating to history and it hasn't been checked out for at least 20 years!
24. youv'e read at least 20-25 books detailing WWII by the day you also know the true operation codename of d-day in june, as well as operation body guard, and that ULTRA was built by the British with some Polish help
25. You know you are a history major when you've heard the joke about the book of possible careers for a history major being one page long FAR too many times.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
New Year's Day in Lee's Army
CHARLESTON [So. Carolina] MERCURY, January 5, 1865, p. 1, c. 3
[From the Richmond Examiner.]
Virginia's New Year's Greeting to the Army of Northern Virginia--The Great Dinner and the Monster Preparations--The Quantity Cooked and the Manner of its Cookery, &c.
With the view of informing the public--especially that part of it who have contributed to the fund--of the progress making in the preparations for the gastronomic ovation to the army of General Lee, as well as to sharpen the appetite of the veterans, and give them, in anticipation, a fore-taste of what is in store for them, we yesterday visited the Ballard House, which has been converted for the nonce into an immense _cuisine_ for the reception and preparation of the meats for the feast. The proprietor of the establishment, Mr. John P. Ballard, with a patriotic liberality that is worthy of all praise, has given up the whole unoccupied portion of the Ballard to the committee charged with preparing the viands with the unrestricted and unlimited use of his cooking range, boilers of great capacity, and all the other appurtenances and conveniences attached thereto, and not to be found elsewhere in the city.
To afford an idea of the magnitude of the scale upon which the cooking is conducted, we will enter a little into the details of the operations off the department. In the basement of the Ballard is located the steam power used when the house was occupied as a hotel for heating the same, but capable also of forcing the water into the cooking department for all boiling and steaming purposes. This engine is in full blast now, and is presided over by George R. Saarpe, Jr., long in the employment of Mr. Ballard in the capacity of engineer, and a capable, energetic and trusty man. On the first floor over the engine room is the mammoth brick bake oven of a capacity sufficient to bake three hundred fowls or pieces of meat every four hours, when the meat is ready at hand.
Under the direction of Mr. Thompson Tyler, the well known caterer, appointed by the committee to superintend the cooking, the entire cooking apparatus of the house has been in operation night and day since Tuesday last. The quality of flesh and fowl purchased, donated and prepared for the soldier's palate, so far, is of the most superior kind, while the quantity is enough to excite astonishment in the minds of those who were fearful that the resources of the "Old Dominion" were showing signs of exhaustion. The variety of meats embrace rounds of beef, saddles of mutton, venisons, whole shoats, hams, sausage of country make, rich with sage and redolent with pepper, turkies, geese, ducks, chickens, with vegetables, such as potatoes, turnips, large as cannon balls, and beets like oblong shells.
A dusky Ethiopian, redolent in sweat and enveloped in savoury smoke and vapour issuing from the great oven, is the presiding genius of this sombre place. In the second story is the champion kitchen range, formerly used for bread baking, but now flushed to a red heat, embrowning turkeys and other meats for the great affair. Its capacity for bread baking is for one thousand loaves per day, and this is about a fair average for meats. Here also the boilers, supplied with water from the great boiler below, are bubbling and hissing over their savoury contents of hams and other meats that are destined to spend an hour in hot water.
Mrs. McDonald, for many years the housekeeper of the Ballard, and known to the travelling public as a most kind-hearted and exemplary lady, presides over this department, with a black _retinue_ of her old imps of the _cuisine_. The whole machinery of cookery, from bottom to top, moves on like clock work as the perpetual stew goes on and the smoke of the great bake rises up in cloudy vapors. Where there is smoke there must be some fire; so where there is so much boiling, baking, stewing, and frying there must be a corresponding amount of refuse and grease extracted. Up to yesterday four or five barrels had been filled, every pound of which Mr. Tyler intends to account for to the committee, so that nothing may be lost.
The large and commodious bar room of the Ballard, once filled with liquors, is now filled with the fowl and flesh that has passed through the fiery ordeal of the oven and boiler, and now lie piled into miniature mountains awaiting the knife of the carver, and the pleasure of those for whom they were sacrificed. A guard is constantly stationed here, as well as at the cook room, for the savoury meats are too tempting to be trusted alone. Gentlemen, members of the several committees, alternate with each other at night in keeping watch and ward, and setting up with the dead turkeys, deceased porkers, departed pullets and the general hecatomb of slaughtered animals--slaughtered to make a soldier's holiday.
During yesterday a large number of visitors, including some of the first and most patriotic ladies of the city, visited the Ballard, and the ladies particularly were delighted with the way the dinner progressed, and the promise of the sight afforded of a beautiful feast.
It is estimated by good judges of provisions in bulk, that enough flesh and fowl is already cooked to feed thirty or forty thousand men, and as additions are hourly being made by purchase and donation of fresh lots, all idea of a lack of anything is dispelled, and it is believed there will be enough and to spare, sufficient to send a specimen dish to "Useless" Grant, under flag of truce, just to show him that "Old Virginia never tires," and is far from being exhausted of her cattle on a thousand hills, although he has managed to steal as many of them.
In short, the Confederacy, and particularly Virginia, is doing a "big thing," as Lincoln would say, if the Yankees had the doing of it.
The Thanksgiving dinner of the North to Grant's Ghouls was an eleven o'clock lunch to what the people propose to do for their sons, brothers, fathers and kindred in Gen. Lee's host of veterans. Already there are rumors of the hospitals being depopulated, the laggards and skulkers returning, all hastening to Gen. Lee's lines, to the end that they may partake of a nation's gratitude and a nation's pride in the dinner to the whole army, in which the commonest private will be entitled to the first helping and the best.
We understand that the dinner will not be served to the army until Monday, Sunday (New Year's) intervening. The question of the best plan of serving a dinner along a line twenty miles and more in length is under consideration by the Committee, and will be perfected to-day.
Meanwhile, those who desire to contribute money or provisions for the dinner, and have not yet done so, will have an opportunity.
[From the Richmond Examiner.]
Virginia's New Year's Greeting to the Army of Northern Virginia--The Great Dinner and the Monster Preparations--The Quantity Cooked and the Manner of its Cookery, &c.
With the view of informing the public--especially that part of it who have contributed to the fund--of the progress making in the preparations for the gastronomic ovation to the army of General Lee, as well as to sharpen the appetite of the veterans, and give them, in anticipation, a fore-taste of what is in store for them, we yesterday visited the Ballard House, which has been converted for the nonce into an immense _cuisine_ for the reception and preparation of the meats for the feast. The proprietor of the establishment, Mr. John P. Ballard, with a patriotic liberality that is worthy of all praise, has given up the whole unoccupied portion of the Ballard to the committee charged with preparing the viands with the unrestricted and unlimited use of his cooking range, boilers of great capacity, and all the other appurtenances and conveniences attached thereto, and not to be found elsewhere in the city.
To afford an idea of the magnitude of the scale upon which the cooking is conducted, we will enter a little into the details of the operations off the department. In the basement of the Ballard is located the steam power used when the house was occupied as a hotel for heating the same, but capable also of forcing the water into the cooking department for all boiling and steaming purposes. This engine is in full blast now, and is presided over by George R. Saarpe, Jr., long in the employment of Mr. Ballard in the capacity of engineer, and a capable, energetic and trusty man. On the first floor over the engine room is the mammoth brick bake oven of a capacity sufficient to bake three hundred fowls or pieces of meat every four hours, when the meat is ready at hand.
Under the direction of Mr. Thompson Tyler, the well known caterer, appointed by the committee to superintend the cooking, the entire cooking apparatus of the house has been in operation night and day since Tuesday last. The quality of flesh and fowl purchased, donated and prepared for the soldier's palate, so far, is of the most superior kind, while the quantity is enough to excite astonishment in the minds of those who were fearful that the resources of the "Old Dominion" were showing signs of exhaustion. The variety of meats embrace rounds of beef, saddles of mutton, venisons, whole shoats, hams, sausage of country make, rich with sage and redolent with pepper, turkies, geese, ducks, chickens, with vegetables, such as potatoes, turnips, large as cannon balls, and beets like oblong shells.
A dusky Ethiopian, redolent in sweat and enveloped in savoury smoke and vapour issuing from the great oven, is the presiding genius of this sombre place. In the second story is the champion kitchen range, formerly used for bread baking, but now flushed to a red heat, embrowning turkeys and other meats for the great affair. Its capacity for bread baking is for one thousand loaves per day, and this is about a fair average for meats. Here also the boilers, supplied with water from the great boiler below, are bubbling and hissing over their savoury contents of hams and other meats that are destined to spend an hour in hot water.
Mrs. McDonald, for many years the housekeeper of the Ballard, and known to the travelling public as a most kind-hearted and exemplary lady, presides over this department, with a black _retinue_ of her old imps of the _cuisine_. The whole machinery of cookery, from bottom to top, moves on like clock work as the perpetual stew goes on and the smoke of the great bake rises up in cloudy vapors. Where there is smoke there must be some fire; so where there is so much boiling, baking, stewing, and frying there must be a corresponding amount of refuse and grease extracted. Up to yesterday four or five barrels had been filled, every pound of which Mr. Tyler intends to account for to the committee, so that nothing may be lost.
The large and commodious bar room of the Ballard, once filled with liquors, is now filled with the fowl and flesh that has passed through the fiery ordeal of the oven and boiler, and now lie piled into miniature mountains awaiting the knife of the carver, and the pleasure of those for whom they were sacrificed. A guard is constantly stationed here, as well as at the cook room, for the savoury meats are too tempting to be trusted alone. Gentlemen, members of the several committees, alternate with each other at night in keeping watch and ward, and setting up with the dead turkeys, deceased porkers, departed pullets and the general hecatomb of slaughtered animals--slaughtered to make a soldier's holiday.
During yesterday a large number of visitors, including some of the first and most patriotic ladies of the city, visited the Ballard, and the ladies particularly were delighted with the way the dinner progressed, and the promise of the sight afforded of a beautiful feast.
It is estimated by good judges of provisions in bulk, that enough flesh and fowl is already cooked to feed thirty or forty thousand men, and as additions are hourly being made by purchase and donation of fresh lots, all idea of a lack of anything is dispelled, and it is believed there will be enough and to spare, sufficient to send a specimen dish to "Useless" Grant, under flag of truce, just to show him that "Old Virginia never tires," and is far from being exhausted of her cattle on a thousand hills, although he has managed to steal as many of them.
In short, the Confederacy, and particularly Virginia, is doing a "big thing," as Lincoln would say, if the Yankees had the doing of it.
The Thanksgiving dinner of the North to Grant's Ghouls was an eleven o'clock lunch to what the people propose to do for their sons, brothers, fathers and kindred in Gen. Lee's host of veterans. Already there are rumors of the hospitals being depopulated, the laggards and skulkers returning, all hastening to Gen. Lee's lines, to the end that they may partake of a nation's gratitude and a nation's pride in the dinner to the whole army, in which the commonest private will be entitled to the first helping and the best.
We understand that the dinner will not be served to the army until Monday, Sunday (New Year's) intervening. The question of the best plan of serving a dinner along a line twenty miles and more in length is under consideration by the Committee, and will be perfected to-day.
Meanwhile, those who desire to contribute money or provisions for the dinner, and have not yet done so, will have an opportunity.
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