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SLAVE NARRATIVES - Library of Congress

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Run nigger run, the Faddy Roll will get you<br />

Run nigger run, it's almost day*<br />

That nigger run, that nigger flew<br />

That nigger tore his shirt into*<br />

Run nigger run, the Paddy Roll will get you<br />

Run nigger run, it's almost day*<br />

Both Bart Turner and his brother Nat enlisted in the services <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Confederacy* Nat Turner was a member <strong>of</strong> the First Arkansas Volunteers, a<br />

regiment organized at Helena and <strong>of</strong> which Patrick R* Cleburne was colonel*<br />

Dick Berry and Milt Wiseman, friends and neighbors <strong>of</strong> the Turners, also<br />

volunteered and enlisted in Cleburae f s command* These three stalwart young<br />

men from Phillips County followed Cleburne and fought under his battle flag<br />

on those bloody fields at Shiloh, Murfreesboro, Ringgold gap, and Atlanta; and<br />

they were with him that day in November in front <strong>of</strong> the old gin house at<br />

Frankl in as the regiment formed for another and what was to be their last<br />

charge* The dead lay in heaps in front <strong>of</strong> them and almost filled ihe ditch<br />

around the breastworks, but the conmand though terribly cut to pieces was<br />

forming as cooly as if on dress parade* Above them floated a peculiar flag,<br />

a field <strong>of</strong> deep blue on which was a crescent moon and stars* It was Cle-<br />

burne f s battle flag and well the enemy knew it; they had seen it so <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

before* *I tip my hat to that flag" said the Federal General Sheno&n years<br />

after the war* "Whenever my men saw it they knew it meant fight. w As the<br />

regiment rushed on the Federal breastworks a gray clad figure on a chestnut<br />

horse rode across the front <strong>of</strong> the moving column and toward the enemy's guns*<br />

The horse went down within fifty yards <strong>of</strong> the breastworks• The rider arose,<br />

waved his sword, and led his men on foot to the very ramparts* Then he<br />

staggered and fell, pierced with a dozen balls* It was Cleburne, the peer-<br />

less field-marshal <strong>of</strong> Confederate brigade commanders* The Southern cause<br />

suffered a crushing defeat at Franklin and the casualty list recorded the names

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