Some of the soldier boys would slip home to see the loved ones and sometimes when the news come that the enemy was coming and they in a hurry would forget to take all of their things and then I would go with cousins to hide them in the woods. One of my aunts and uncles, who was so feeble, and one morning my cousin and I went out at a back door and bullets were whissing over the house and near us. My aunt then saw the men that were shooting at a Union soldier who was passing. Union army was moving to Scottsboro, Alabama and these soldiers were stragglers, stopping on the way to take the farmers' horses and anything they wanted. My uncle knew the men and begged them not to hide and waylay the soldiers near his or any other citizen's home. They never heeded his words, but took off the horses the soldiers were driving and turned loose when the shooting began. Then come and hide to be ready for the next.
In a short time, one lone soldier come by and not knowing his danger. Then again they began shooting and the soldier fell to the ground. The men run to him, took his gun and belt of cartridges and the horses on to the hiding place in the mountains. Poor Aunt said, "Come, children, we will go to the man. He is some mother's boy." He was shot in his body and was groaning so pitiful. It was cold misting rain and we went and got quilts to put under and over him. None of us able to carry him in the house. Uncle was old and gray. Then he saw two more soldiers coming and called them as they were turning to fly back after seeing the man on the road. Uncle got them to come and carry him in. My cousin and me had to carry the soldier's guns and keep close to them.
The wounded man lived an hour or more. He was a fine looking young man and my aunt set by him and she asked him of his home and parents. He said his mother was all he had and she lived in Ohio. His name was Thomas Baker. He was a Union soldier, 25 years old. His mother's home was in Star County, Ohio. Soon he was dead. There was no more to come but very old men and cripples. They made a rude coffin to put him in and set up, thinking the soldier's companions would be sure to come. His body froze for the weather turned so cold. After 2 days and nites, waiting, they took him to old Beach Grove Cemetery and buried him there. Over 20 years later his remains were taken to a soldier's cemetery.