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DEC #24O-~Fo1k1ore
Kansas City, Mo., Dist. #2
Bartlett, Geo. K.
J‘uly 28, 193?

	“Yes, rna1am,“he.co~xtinued, “I was born lii slaveryandl enlisted in the Union Army, January 1, 1864, at Oberlin, Ohio, and according to the National Tribune, I was one of the youngest soldiers in the ranks.

	“I was present at the battle of Petersburg, Virginia, 3u1y 30, 18č4; one of the disasters to the Northern forces of the war, and present on 3~une 15, 1864, at the initiatory battle of Deep Bottom, and also at Cold Harbor.

	“I was In the Ninth Army Corps, under Burnside, and was transf1erréd ai~ound, in front of Richmond, Virginia. ‚ ‚

	“General Butler wént down to Fort Fisher and failed, which was the last open port of the Confederacy. Another expedition was organized and General Terry given c~oinrnand. We embarked on the night of Deceniber 31, 1864; landed the morning of January 13, 1865, on the peninsula. On the night of ~Tanuary 15, 1865, we captured Fort Fisher.

	!We~.had a terrible, terrible time landing! There was an awful storm! I; was told to jump overboard, and oh my! I swallowed a good deal of the Atlantic!“

	He sat still a moment, living over in memory the thrilling events of that night at Fort Fisher, then, saddened by the pageant of the past evoked from memory‘s storehouse, he said:

	“I want to tell you of one of the tragic things that happened during the war, and I was there and saw it.

	“It was at the Southside railroad, at Petersburg, on September 27, 1865. I was put on picket duty. The ‘Rebs~‘ had built a fire and the wind was driving it toward us. They began to holler and cheer, very happy over the fact.

	“All at one e we could hear someone coming toward us . The pI ekets opened fire on what they thought were ‘Rebs‘ ‚ and found out to their distress that it was a bunch of recruits from our Own lines. Many were killed.“

	The shadow of this pastgrief faded from his countenance and in a brighter