Brown, who was in command of the Fifth Regiment again distinguished himself, and was mentioned in complimentary terms by the officer commanding the "Vermont Brigade."

After Lieutenant Colonel Brown's discharge from service, he declined in health until the 3d of March, 1865, when he died at Harrisburg, Pa. His remains were brought to Brattleboro', where his funeral was attended by a large concourse of soldiers, firemen, and citizens, all seeming anxious to pay their respects to one who,

"Leaving in battle not blot on his name,

Looks proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame."

CAPTAIN DENNIE W. FARR,

A native of Chesterfield, N. H., and brother-in-law of Lieutenant Colonel Addison Brown, Jr., enlisted at Brattleboro', as a private, in August, 1861; was chosen Second Lieutenant of Company F, Fourth Regiment, and rose to the rank of Captain. He was one of the first men killed in the battle of the Wilderness. He was struck in the head by a minie ball when waving his sword and encouraging on his men. He was twenty-four years old, and gave up his life, which was full of hope, a willing sacrifice to his country.

INCIDENTS AND ANECDOTES.

BEFORE THE BATTLE OF BETHEL.

"JUST as we halted, to start to the rear, on hearing firing," said Adjutant Stevens, of the First Vermont, "a rebel scoundrel came out of a house, and deliberately fired his gun at us. The ball passed so near to me that I heard it whiz on its way, going through the coat and pants, and just grazing the skin of Orderly Sergeant Sweet, of the Woodstock company. The rascal is secured, and is a prisoner; and what was done, by way of stern entertainment, to one of the F. F. V.'s, you will hear if I live to return. I then, as the firing to the rear had ceased, with revolver in hand, accompanied by Fifer, approached the fellow's house, having some expectation of an ounce of lead being deposited in my tall body without asking my permission. By this time all our troops were out of sight in the woods, by a turn in the road, and I was alone with Fifer, when negroes came from the house, having less fear of (273)

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two men than of two thousand. On inquiring, the slaves told us that Adjutant Whiting, whom we had just taken prisoner, was the owner; that he belonged to the secession army, and that no white folks were in the house, all having left. ringing, I entered and surveyed the premises, and found a most elegantly furnished house. I took a hasty survey in search of arms; but finding none, left the house, and started to overtake our column. On reaching the bend in the road, I took a survey of the rear, to 'see what I might see,' and discovered a single soldier coming toward me, and waited for him to come up. I found it was Clark, of the Bradford company. Before he reached me, I observed a horseman coming at full speed toward me. On reaching the house, he turned in, which induced me to think him a secessionist. I ordered Clark to cover him with his rifle, and, revolver in hand, ordered him to dismount and surrender. He cried out, 'Who are you?' Answer, 'Vermont.' Then raise your piece, Vermont. I am Colonel Duryea, of the Zouaves;' and so it was. His gay-looking red boys just appeared, turning the corner of the road, coming toward us. He asked me the cause of the firing in the rear, and whose premises we were on. I told him he knew the first as well as I did, but as to the last, could give him full information; that the house belonged to one Adjutant Whiting, who

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just before had sent a bullet whizzing by me, and shot one of my boys, and that my greatest pleasure would be to burn the rascal's house in payment. Your wish will be gratified at once,' said the colonel. I am ordered by General Butler to burn every house whose occupant or owner fires upon our troops. Burn it.' He leaped from his horse, and I upon the steps, and by that time three Zouaves were with me. I ordered them to try the doors with the butts of their guns. Down went the door, and in went we. A well-packed traveling-bag lay upon a mahogany table. I tore it open with the hope of finding a revolver, but did not. The first thing I took out was a white linen coat. I laid it on the table, and Colonel Duryea put a lighted match to it. Other clothing was and we soon had a rousing fire. went into the large parlor in the house: it was perfectly splendid! A large room, with tapestry carpet, a nice piano, a fine library of miscellaneous books, rich sofas, elegant chairs, with superior needle-work wrought bottoms, whatnots in the corners loaded with articles of luxury, taste, and refinement, and upon a mahogany center-table lay a Bible and a lady's portrait. The last two articles I took, and have them now in my possession. I also took a decanter of most excellent old brandy from the sideboard, and left the burning house. By this time the Zouave

added to the pile, Before leaving, I right wing of the