It was not as worn, and he could see that it was less traveled. He eased his horse forward a few steps and noticed another path or trail, leading in another direction. The leader of this band sat his horse somewhat wearily and debated the thought of leaving the security of the woods for the possible danger of the clearing below, where lay the farmhouse, with its curling smoke, cool water, and perhaps a good meal. The only way for a small band of eight Confederates to travel, was through the woods, to avoid being seen any more than was possible. However, knowing that was small comfort, because, regardless of what the general population thought, Unions troops were in command of the area, in great numbers, patrolling the roads constantly. They were cautious, even though they knew that many of the people in that part of Kentucky leaned heavily toward the Confederate Cause. They had been riding through the woods, avoiding the dusty roads at all cost. The young Confederates were hungry, and probably hadn't had a good meal for some time. They didn't know it at the time, but the farm belonged to a Mr. A wisp of smoke curled from the stone chimney, and drifted upward. In the center of the clearing there was a farmhouse, worn but well-kept. Surely the reader has only to shut their eyes to begin that mental excursion that takes them back to that fateful day in 1865, and one can almost hear the clip-clop of the horses hoofs as those eight tired and hungry Confederate Soldiers rode through the woods, stopped their horses at the edge of the trees, and looked down at the clearing below. The South was in shambles, and within a short time General Lee would surrender. It was the last year of the Great Rebellion. For it was 1865 when this death battle occurred. Using deductive conclusions and a little imagination, one can almost see, hear and feel how it might have been in those last days - the last days of the Civil War. By the same process an imaginative mind, using logic, might fill in the gaps between the facts, as others might have surmised the nature of the missing bone from pre-historic days. We are told that from a single pre-historic bone a scientist may construct the size, shape, and nature of some pre-historic animal that roamed the earth long ago. We must now, if we are to do anything, turn to the realm of deductive conclusions, and deduce what we can from the facts at hand. Not even the brass buttons of his jacket remain to offer a clue, as did those of Colley McCardwell. The first name of the mystery Almon has been lost in the dim, distant mist of time, and perhaps will never be ascertained. Now, the item on page 220 of The Confederate Veteran ends at this point, as far as the known facts are concerned. Stevens found seven brass buttons bearing an eagle and the letter "T" in the dust of what was once brave Colley McCardwell." This was done by the following brave men: J. The four dead men were buried about four miles south of Nebo, Ky., where they remained until about two years ago, when they were taken up and brought to this place and reintured in the Oddfellows Cemetery. The names of only two of the dead could be ascertained: Colley McCardwell, whose father was a wealthy Texan, and a Mr. Four of these brave Confederates were killed. While eating they were surprised by a company of Federals, commanded by Sam Johnson. Gatlin, Clerk, Hopkins County Circuit Court, Madisonville, Kentucky: In the early spring of 1865, eight Confederate soldiers were passing through the southwestern part of this county and stopped by with Mr. Reading off the computer, it states the following from The Confederate Veteran page 220, from the Tennessee State Library and Archives, Nashville, Tennessee: Any Almon family member seeking to join one of the organizations such as the "Sons Of The Confederacy," or something of that sort, might use this as evidence of their eligibility for membership. Mike Almon, browsing on his computer, and searching for family tree material, found the item under the heading: 1. There probably have been others, but, if so, the evidence has not surfaced at the time of this writing. It is the only evidence I have of an Almon serving on the Confederate side of the Great Rebellion. Almon, who was involved in the Civil War. It concerns a historical event in Hopkins County, and an unknown Mr. I have added to this information thoughts and conclusions of my own, because Mike's genealogical investigations have led to a family mystery that deserves an attempt to be answered. The following information was found on the Internet by my cousin, Mike Almon, a family historian, from Hopkins County, Ky., but now living in Logansport, Indiana. Armchair Detective of Historical Mysteries
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