IN MEMORY OF COMRADE ROBERT BOWMAN
Comrade Bowman answered the last roll call, on the evening of February 3rd, 1918, just after eating supper complaining of not feeling well, he retired to his room and laid down, where a short time afterwards he was discovered dead - heart failure. On Saturday preceding he had gone to mill on the Mud Fork, but failing to get his grinding done there he went to Tip Top for meal, and on his return home across the mountains, it being late in the evening, he got lost and bewildreed in the snow drifts that excluded the bridle path from observation, and did not get home until night, losing his sack of meal, as he led his horse thru the drifts and was almost frozen when he arrived home. This trip perhaps hastened his death. I was shocked when I learned of this old Confederate Veteran, nearly 73 years of age, either from necessity or willingness, would undertake to cross the mountains in the capacity of millboy,under such unfavorable conditions, when the milling might have been done by one of his sons and relieved the old father of his burden, which resulted grievously to the entire family.
Comrade Bowman was among the first volunteers of Tazewell's contingent to the Confederate armies. He enlisted in 1861 in Capt. D.B. Baldwin's Company, Col. Derrick's Battalion of Infantry and served in the Western Virginia and Valley campaigns - also the march to Washington, D.C. I desire to say and I know that I voice the opinion of all his comrades living, and will meet their approval, that there was no more loyal and brave soldier serving in any capacity, in the war between the States. He was often given positions of honor and trust by his commanding officer, which he faithfully filled to the satisfactin of his commander. As a scout - a duty he was often called to perform, he was cautious, yet intrepid in its performance, which endeared him to his comrades and officers.
Born of poor but honorable parentage - in the shadows of Stony mountain, and buried in sight of his old birth place. At the time of his birth this section of Tazewell county was an isolated wilderness, no means of communicating with the outside world, except by a bridle path across the mountains. Here the bear, the wolf, deer, and elk were found feeding upon the rich vinous vegetation that grew spontaneously in this excluded cove, surrounded by mountains.
Here the subject of this sketch, unhampered by social environments, grew up to manhood with nature and nature's God as his instructor. Roaming the forests, hunting and trapping the wild game and his daily communing with the God of nature, had much to do in shaping and forming a character of intrepidity in after life - a spirit of independence, void of deception - truthful and honorable and when his country called him to it's defense, he made the sacrifice cheerfully and willingly and served faithfully to the end at Appomattox. It was this character of a soldier - the man that carried the gun, that marched with bleeding feet thru mud, rain and snow, badly clothed, fed on half rations, never complaining of the hardships endured, but always obedient to orders, cheerful and hopeful as to the final results of the war - that made, and gave fame to generals and rewarded them with victories.
During the war this yung soldier passed thru many beautfiul, attractive and rich sections of his native State, which up to this time was unknown to him, yet, the call of the wild - the unpretentious cabin home back in the mountain forest, ever dear to memory, drew him like a magnet - away from scenes of bloodshed and death and Virginia's beautiful valleys and clear sparkling streams, to the quietude of his clear mountain home, where he could resume his commuion with the God of Nature, and cultivate that independence of spirit and freedom of action so characteristic of the mountaineer.
In civil life he was always deeply interested in the welfare of his country. And in its economic and political conditions, he adhered stricly to democratic principles, yet in an unassuming way, he never attempted to force his views and convctions upon any one, but granted to others that spirit of free thought and speech he held so dear himself.
As a neighbor, he was kind and helpful to a marked degree, ready and willing to grant favors, without expecting recompense, he was highly respected by all who knew him as a man of the strictest integrity and honor. His bereaved widow and family and friends will greatly miss him. And in conclusion of this brief sketch Browne-Harman camp, of which he was a member, tender our sincerest sympathy to the family in their bereavement.
Respectfully submitted to the Chapter of Tazewel U.D.C.
Jas. P. Whitman, Com
Browne-Harman Camp.
Comrade Bowman answered the last roll call, on the evening of February 3rd, 1918, just after eating supper complaining of not feeling well, he retired to his room and laid down, where a short time afterwards he was discovered dead - heart failure. On Saturday preceding he had gone to mill on the Mud Fork, but failing to get his grinding done there he went to Tip Top for meal, and on his return home across the mountains, it being late in the evening, he got lost and bewildreed in the snow drifts that excluded the bridle path from observation, and did not get home until night, losing his sack of meal, as he led his horse thru the drifts and was almost frozen when he arrived home. This trip perhaps hastened his death. I was shocked when I learned of this old Confederate Veteran, nearly 73 years of age, either from necessity or willingness, would undertake to cross the mountains in the capacity of millboy,under such unfavorable conditions, when the milling might have been done by one of his sons and relieved the old father of his burden, which resulted grievously to the entire family.
Comrade Bowman was among the first volunteers of Tazewell's contingent to the Confederate armies. He enlisted in 1861 in Capt. D.B. Baldwin's Company, Col. Derrick's Battalion of Infantry and served in the Western Virginia and Valley campaigns - also the march to Washington, D.C. I desire to say and I know that I voice the opinion of all his comrades living, and will meet their approval, that there was no more loyal and brave soldier serving in any capacity, in the war between the States. He was often given positions of honor and trust by his commanding officer, which he faithfully filled to the satisfactin of his commander. As a scout - a duty he was often called to perform, he was cautious, yet intrepid in its performance, which endeared him to his comrades and officers.
Born of poor but honorable parentage - in the shadows of Stony mountain, and buried in sight of his old birth place. At the time of his birth this section of Tazewell county was an isolated wilderness, no means of communicating with the outside world, except by a bridle path across the mountains. Here the bear, the wolf, deer, and elk were found feeding upon the rich vinous vegetation that grew spontaneously in this excluded cove, surrounded by mountains.
Here the subject of this sketch, unhampered by social environments, grew up to manhood with nature and nature's God as his instructor. Roaming the forests, hunting and trapping the wild game and his daily communing with the God of nature, had much to do in shaping and forming a character of intrepidity in after life - a spirit of independence, void of deception - truthful and honorable and when his country called him to it's defense, he made the sacrifice cheerfully and willingly and served faithfully to the end at Appomattox. It was this character of a soldier - the man that carried the gun, that marched with bleeding feet thru mud, rain and snow, badly clothed, fed on half rations, never complaining of the hardships endured, but always obedient to orders, cheerful and hopeful as to the final results of the war - that made, and gave fame to generals and rewarded them with victories.
During the war this yung soldier passed thru many beautfiul, attractive and rich sections of his native State, which up to this time was unknown to him, yet, the call of the wild - the unpretentious cabin home back in the mountain forest, ever dear to memory, drew him like a magnet - away from scenes of bloodshed and death and Virginia's beautiful valleys and clear sparkling streams, to the quietude of his clear mountain home, where he could resume his commuion with the God of Nature, and cultivate that independence of spirit and freedom of action so characteristic of the mountaineer.
In civil life he was always deeply interested in the welfare of his country. And in its economic and political conditions, he adhered stricly to democratic principles, yet in an unassuming way, he never attempted to force his views and convctions upon any one, but granted to others that spirit of free thought and speech he held so dear himself.
As a neighbor, he was kind and helpful to a marked degree, ready and willing to grant favors, without expecting recompense, he was highly respected by all who knew him as a man of the strictest integrity and honor. His bereaved widow and family and friends will greatly miss him. And in conclusion of this brief sketch Browne-Harman camp, of which he was a member, tender our sincerest sympathy to the family in their bereavement.
Respectfully submitted to the Chapter of Tazewel U.D.C.
Jas. P. Whitman, Com
Browne-Harman Camp.
IN MEMORY OF COMRADE ROBERT BOWMAN
Comrade Bowman answered the last roll call, on the evening of February 3rd, 1918, just after eating supper complaining of not feeling well, he retired to his room and laid down, where a short time afterwards he was discovered dead - heart failure. On Saturday preceding he had gone to mill on the Mud Fork, but failing to get his grinding done there he went to Tip Top for meal, and on his return home across the mountains, it being late in the evening, he got lost and bewildreed in the snow drifts that excluded the bridle path from observation, and did not get home until night, losing his sack of meal, as he led his horse thru the drifts and was almost frozen when he arrived home. This trip perhaps hastened his death. I was shocked when I learned of this old Confederate Veteran, nearly 73 years of age, either from necessity or willingness, would undertake to cross the mountains in the capacity of millboy,under such unfavorable conditions, when the milling might have been done by one of his sons and relieved the old father of his burden, which resulted grievously to the entire family.
Comrade Bowman was among the first volunteers of Tazewell's contingent to the Confederate armies. He enlisted in 1861 in Capt. D.B. Baldwin's Company, Col. Derrick's Battalion of Infantry and served in the Western Virginia and Valley campaigns - also the march to Washington, D.C. I desire to say and I know that I voice the opinion of all his comrades living, and will meet their approval, that there was no more loyal and brave soldier serving in any capacity, in the war between the States. He was often given positions of honor and trust by his commanding officer, which he faithfully filled to the satisfactin of his commander. As a scout - a duty he was often called to perform, he was cautious, yet intrepid in its performance, which endeared him to his comrades and officers.
Born of poor but honorable parentage - in the shadows of Stony mountain, and buried in sight of his old birth place. At the time of his birth this section of Tazewell county was an isolated wilderness, no means of communicating with the outside world, except by a bridle path across the mountains. Here the bear, the wolf, deer, and elk were found feeding upon the rich vinous vegetation that grew spontaneously in this excluded cove, surrounded by mountains.
Here the subject of this sketch, unhampered by social environments, grew up to manhood with nature and nature's God as his instructor. Roaming the forests, hunting and trapping the wild game and his daily communing with the God of nature, had much to do in shaping and forming a character of intrepidity in after life - a spirit of independence, void of deception - truthful and honorable and when his country called him to it's defense, he made the sacrifice cheerfully and willingly and served faithfully to the end at Appomattox. It was this character of a soldier - the man that carried the gun, that marched with bleeding feet thru mud, rain and snow, badly clothed, fed on half rations, never complaining of the hardships endured, but always obedient to orders, cheerful and hopeful as to the final results of the war - that made, and gave fame to generals and rewarded them with victories.
During the war this yung soldier passed thru many beautfiul, attractive and rich sections of his native State, which up to this time was unknown to him, yet, the call of the wild - the unpretentious cabin home back in the mountain forest, ever dear to memory, drew him like a magnet - away from scenes of bloodshed and death and Virginia's beautiful valleys and clear sparkling streams, to the quietude of his clear mountain home, where he could resume his commuion with the God of Nature, and cultivate that independence of spirit and freedom of action so characteristic of the mountaineer.
In civil life he was always deeply interested in the welfare of his country. And in its economic and political conditions, he adhered stricly to democratic principles, yet in an unassuming way, he never attempted to force his views and convctions upon any one, but granted to others that spirit of free thought and speech he held so dear himself.
As a neighbor, he was kind and helpful to a marked degree, ready and willing to grant favors, without expecting recompense, he was highly respected by all who knew him as a man of the strictest integrity and honor. His bereaved widow and family and friends will greatly miss him. And in conclusion of this brief sketch Browne-Harman camp, of which he was a member, tender our sincerest sympathy to the family in their bereavement.
Respectfully submitted to the Chapter of Tazewel U.D.C.
Jas. P. Whitman, Com
Browne-Harman Camp.
Comrade Bowman answered the last roll call, on the evening of February 3rd, 1918, just after eating supper complaining of not feeling well, he retired to his room and laid down, where a short time afterwards he was discovered dead - heart failure. On Saturday preceding he had gone to mill on the Mud Fork, but failing to get his grinding done there he went to Tip Top for meal, and on his return home across the mountains, it being late in the evening, he got lost and bewildreed in the snow drifts that excluded the bridle path from observation, and did not get home until night, losing his sack of meal, as he led his horse thru the drifts and was almost frozen when he arrived home. This trip perhaps hastened his death. I was shocked when I learned of this old Confederate Veteran, nearly 73 years of age, either from necessity or willingness, would undertake to cross the mountains in the capacity of millboy,under such unfavorable conditions, when the milling might have been done by one of his sons and relieved the old father of his burden, which resulted grievously to the entire family.
Comrade Bowman was among the first volunteers of Tazewell's contingent to the Confederate armies. He enlisted in 1861 in Capt. D.B. Baldwin's Company, Col. Derrick's Battalion of Infantry and served in the Western Virginia and Valley campaigns - also the march to Washington, D.C. I desire to say and I know that I voice the opinion of all his comrades living, and will meet their approval, that there was no more loyal and brave soldier serving in any capacity, in the war between the States. He was often given positions of honor and trust by his commanding officer, which he faithfully filled to the satisfactin of his commander. As a scout - a duty he was often called to perform, he was cautious, yet intrepid in its performance, which endeared him to his comrades and officers.
Born of poor but honorable parentage - in the shadows of Stony mountain, and buried in sight of his old birth place. At the time of his birth this section of Tazewell county was an isolated wilderness, no means of communicating with the outside world, except by a bridle path across the mountains. Here the bear, the wolf, deer, and elk were found feeding upon the rich vinous vegetation that grew spontaneously in this excluded cove, surrounded by mountains.
Here the subject of this sketch, unhampered by social environments, grew up to manhood with nature and nature's God as his instructor. Roaming the forests, hunting and trapping the wild game and his daily communing with the God of nature, had much to do in shaping and forming a character of intrepidity in after life - a spirit of independence, void of deception - truthful and honorable and when his country called him to it's defense, he made the sacrifice cheerfully and willingly and served faithfully to the end at Appomattox. It was this character of a soldier - the man that carried the gun, that marched with bleeding feet thru mud, rain and snow, badly clothed, fed on half rations, never complaining of the hardships endured, but always obedient to orders, cheerful and hopeful as to the final results of the war - that made, and gave fame to generals and rewarded them with victories.
During the war this yung soldier passed thru many beautfiul, attractive and rich sections of his native State, which up to this time was unknown to him, yet, the call of the wild - the unpretentious cabin home back in the mountain forest, ever dear to memory, drew him like a magnet - away from scenes of bloodshed and death and Virginia's beautiful valleys and clear sparkling streams, to the quietude of his clear mountain home, where he could resume his commuion with the God of Nature, and cultivate that independence of spirit and freedom of action so characteristic of the mountaineer.
In civil life he was always deeply interested in the welfare of his country. And in its economic and political conditions, he adhered stricly to democratic principles, yet in an unassuming way, he never attempted to force his views and convctions upon any one, but granted to others that spirit of free thought and speech he held so dear himself.
As a neighbor, he was kind and helpful to a marked degree, ready and willing to grant favors, without expecting recompense, he was highly respected by all who knew him as a man of the strictest integrity and honor. His bereaved widow and family and friends will greatly miss him. And in conclusion of this brief sketch Browne-Harman camp, of which he was a member, tender our sincerest sympathy to the family in their bereavement.
Respectfully submitted to the Chapter of Tazewel U.D.C.
Jas. P. Whitman, Com
Browne-Harman Camp.
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