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Colonel Crutchfield was killed here, his head being taken off by a solid shot. This was not a comfortable place in which to linger while waiting for the battery, but comfortable places in that neighborhood seemed exceedingly scarce.
William Crutchfield, a resident of the place, whose devotion to the Union cause knew no bounds, and who rendered me and, in fact, at one time or another, nearly every general officer in the Army of the Cumberland invaluable service in the way of information about the Confederate army.
Moving from group to group, portly, unctuous, insinuating, a man with an oily voice was doing battle in the cause of Webb. The throng that passed in and out of the lobby was continually shifting place and principles. One instant it would seem that Crutchfield triumphed in a majority sufficient to overwhelm the platform; a moment more and the Webb men were vociferously in the ascendant.
"Jones had seen it all, and spiking his gun followed Pryor's men to the same place. "In the meantime Crutchfield had rallied his men, those who still remained with him, on the flank of Servant's riflemen, and was again fighting vigorously. "But presently a powerful flank movement of the foe showed him that he was in danger of being out off from his line of retreat.
But the Southern gunners knew the direction of their targets; the clouds were rent by the passage of screaming shells, and as the sun, rising over the Loudoun Heights, dispersed the vapour, the whole of Jackson's artillery became engaged. Report of Colonel Crutchfield, Jackson's chief of artillery.
Gentlemen, in the Honourable Cumberland Crutchfield you behold one whose public service is an inspiration, whose private life is a benediction one who has borne without abuse the grand old title of the Cæsar of Democracy, and I dare to stand before you and assert that, had Cæsar been a Cumberland Crutchfield, there would have been no Brutus.
"Oh, we're Crutchfield strong," laughed the colonel good-humouredly, reaching for a toothpick from the glass stand in the centre of the table. "We think a man deserves something who hasn't missed a convention for fourteen years."
Chairman and gentlemen of the convention," Gary was beginning, "it is my pleasant duty to second the nomination of the Honourable Cumberland Crutchfield of the gallant little county of Botetourt.
Now, too, came the doctor, a man whom he loved, and knelt beside him. "I hope that you are not badly hurt, general?" "Yes, I am, doctor. I am badly hurt. I fear that I am dying." In the ambulance lay also his chief of artillery, Colonel Crutchfield, painfully injured. Crutchfield pulled the doctor down to him. "He isn't badly hurt?" "Yes. Badly hurt." Crutchfield groaned. "Oh, my God!"
Here, waiter! More potatoes." "I went to sleep last night to the music of Webb's men," said Galt, "and I awoke to the tune of Crutchfield. I don't believe either side went to bed. My wonder is whom they found to work on."
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