A Dowling family of the South
Bibliographic Information
- Title A Dowling family of the South
- Author R. A. Dowling
- Published 1959
- Original from the University of Wisconsin - Madison
- Digitized Jan 7, 2011
- Length 94 pages
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Dowling, R. A. A Dowling Family of the South. Dothan, Alabam, 1959. <http://hdl.handle.net/2027/wu.89062865456>
Links
- http://hdl.handle.net/2027/wu.89062865456 http://hdl.handle.net/2027/wu.89062865456
- http://www.mydowlingfamily.com/a_dowling_family_of_the_south.pdf
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Page 7
JACK married the daughter of Sarah Altman andDavid Hickox (wife Sarah had been born to thoseWayne County pioneers on October 8, 1842; she livedpast eighty, dying December 21, 1922. She and JACKare buried in the large cemetery a mile west ofHickox, Georgia.). This wedding took placeDecember 23, 1858, and was witnessed by JACK'Sbrother AARON and a Harley J. Hickox. Shortly after Sarah gave birth to twins, JACKwas placed on the roll of Captain John T. Wilson'sSatilla Rangers (50th Georgia Infantry Regiment).With no man in the house it was imperative that Sarahreturn to her parents, miles away . . . Early one morningshe packed her apron full of clothes for littleAARON and EMMA and with a baby in each armbegan the long trip through the woods.
A half-century later Sarah delighted in telling hergrandchildren (see Chart 507) about her fear of thewild animals during the journey. Also, how she had torest so often — nursing the babies and then takinganother tuck in her apron as she plodded onward.Luckily, she arrived safely at the Hickox household.
Husband JACK, however, was almost lost in thefierce fighting that raged to the north. One day he waswounded; as he lay there unable to withdraw, a bluecoatcame by and seeing him alive bayonetted himover the ear. After regaining consciousness he wasable to crawl back to where others, all wounded, werebeing loaded on flatcars of an evacuation train. Thewithdrawing train wasn't able to go far though beforeit became necessary to abandon it. By this time it waseach man for himself; and no sooner had JACK startedthe third leg of his flight than he realized that hecould go no farther. The tattered, grey - clad legs passinghim dropped from a throng to a trickle. Then a pairstood before him; what color were they? Dimly JACKcould distinguish that they were grey and not blue andthat the man was an officer. JACK said later that thethought immediately raced through his mind that thisperson would offer no help to a mere corporal. But hedid . . . and years later in the twilight of Mr. Dowling'slife there was only the deep scar of a bayonet over theold man's ear to show for the incident.
