Iuka, Miss. July 6, 1901
Dear Nephew,
Your letter to hand you were a little slow about writing, but I am
glad you wrote. No doubt you had a lawful excuse for the delay.
What you tell me about Sister Harriets death only confirms
me on the impression I already had, that she died as much for want of
necessary attention as anything else. In other words, that her last
moments were doomed and made miserable by the inhumanity and natural
neglect of Pats own daughter. Of course, nothing better was to
be expected of her husband, but that Mary whose sin and shame had been
condoned and forgiven, should have remembered at least the dictates
of common humanity toward the being who had brought her into existence
and she had borne with her daughters frailties as Pat would have
done. No doubt Mack sized it up about right when he said she was as
mean as her husband.
You ask me about our genealogical tree. I am sorry that I cannot
give more particulars, but will do the best I can.
COL. WILLIAM DUDLEY, who was your great grandfather, came from England
at the close of the Revolutionary War. He was until middle age, the
Captain of an English merchant vessel and visited many parts of the
world. He was a full blooded Englishman. His wife was an American of
British descent.
Your great grandfather, on you grandmothers side of the house was
named Charles Holland. He was American born, but I think his ancestors
came from Germany, or Holland. He was a brave soldier of the revolutionary
War and drew a pension until 1846 when he died and now lies buried at
New Hope Church, in Webster county, not over 20 miles from where you
live. I visited his grave several times when I lived in Webster. He
is one ancestor of whom I feel proud. He carried to the grave the scars
of three wounds which he received fighting for our liberties. It is
ever convenient , go out [and] look at his modest grave. It is an inspiration
to stand by the grave of an honest patriot and brave man, especially
when you can claim descent from him. As I stood there, I could imagine
that I saw the thin line of American soldiers at Cowpens and Tarletons
dragoons dashing down upon them at headlong speed------could see a powerful
dragoon raise his heavy sword------saw it descend upon my grandfathers
head-------saw him in the nick of time ward it off with his upraised
arm with his powder horn on top. Then I could see him give a thrust
into my grandfathers side with his sword, the point breaking against
his bone. I saw also a faithful comrade of my grandfathers fire, saw
the dragoon fall dead. Of all these things I had been told by my Sainted
Mother, your grandmother. My grandfather never entirely recovered from
the effects of that sword thrust, although he lived to the age of 90.
We have been having some nice showers recently and the crop prospect
in this section is greatly improved. Farmers from Bear Creek, Tennessee
River and Yellow Creek all tell me they have never had a more promising
crop.
With best wishes for all and especially for your sons recovery.
I am yours truly,
G. W. Dudley