so often before.  “I tip my hat to that flag” said the Federal General Sherman years after the war.  “Whenever my men saw it they knew it meant fight.”  As the regiment rushed on the Federal breastworks a gray clad figure on a chestnut horse rode across the front of the moving column and toward the enemy’s guns.  The horse went down within fifty yards of the breastworks.  The rider arose, waved his sword, and led his men on foot to the very ramparts.  Then he staggered and fell, pierced with a dozen balls.  It was Cleburne, the peerless field-marshal of Confederate brigade commanders.  The Southern cause suffered a crushing defeat at Franklin and the casualty list recorded the names of Nat Turner, Dick Berry, and Milt Wiseman, who like their beloved commander had given their life for their country.  There is an inscription on the stone base of the magnificent bronze statue of General N. B. Forrest astride his war horse in Forrest Park in Memphis that could well be placed above the graves of Cleburne, Turner, Berry, and Wiseman, those brave, heroic soldiers from Phillips County.  The inscription in verse is as follows: 

  Those hoof beats die not on fame’s crimson sod
  But will live on in song and in story. 
  He fought like a Trojan and struck like a god
  His dust is our ashes of glory.

Interviewer:  Zillah Cross Peel
Information given by:  Seabe Tuttle
Residence:  Washington County, seven miles east of Fayetteville.

Seabe Tuttle who was born in slavery in 1859, belonged to James Middleton Tuttle of Richland, which was about seven miles east of Fayetteville.

“I was just a baby when the war was but I do recollect a lot of things that my ma told me about the War.  Our folks all come from Tennessee.  My mother was named Esther, she belonged to Ole Man Tom Smith who gived her to Miss Evaline, who was Mister Mid Tuttle’s wife.  The Tuttles and Smiths lived joining farms.”

“You see, Mister Tuttle was a colonel in the Confederate army and when he went off with the army he left all his slaves and stock in care of Mr. Lafe Boone.  Miss Mollie and Miss Nannie, and Miss Jim and another daughter I disrecolect her her name, all went in carriages and wagons down south following the Confederate army.  They took my pa, Mark, and other servants, my mother’s sister, Americus and Barbary.  They told them they would bring them back home after the War.  Then my mother and me and the other darkies, men and women and children, followed them with the cattle and horses and food.  But us didn’t get no further than Dardanelle when the Federals captured us and took us back to the Federal garrison at Ft.  Smith, where they kept us six months.  Yes’m they were good to us there.  We would get our food at the com’sary.  But one day my ma and my sister, Mandy, found a white man that said he would bring us back to Fayetteville.  No’m, I disremember his name.”