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Name: |
Graham, William Braden |
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Civil War Rank:: |
Asst. Surg. / Surgeon |
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Civil War Regiment:: |
101st |
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Place of Birth: |
PA North Washington (Hope), Pa. |
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Date of Birt: |
10.22.1835 |
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Place of Death: |
Noblesville |
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Date of Death: |
12.29.1915 |
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Other residence: |
Clarksville (Clark) |
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Schools attended: |
Evansville Medical College? / Rush Medical College |
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Medical Sect: |
Eclectic? |
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Year Medical Grad or Attendance: |
1852? / 1861 |
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Wife's Name: |
Clara Darrow b In 1843 |
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Date of Marriage: |
July 1865 |
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Children: |
2 |
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Membership in Medical Orgz.: |
Indiana State Medical Society-admitted 1873 / Hamilton Co. Medical Soc. |
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Office in Medical Orgz: |
VP-Hamilton Cnty Med. Soc. 1880 |
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Obit location: |
JISMA 9:23 / Journal of the American Medical Association 66:206 |
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Comm. Date: |
2.18.1863 |
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Final Date: |
Promoted surgeon |
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2 Comm: |
1.4.1864 (3.15.1864) |
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Final Date of last commission: |
m.o. |
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County: |
Marion 1860 / Hamilton(Noblesville1870-1886) / Hancock(Charlottesville) / Wayne (Cox's Mill / Whitewater / Richmond) |
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Med. Reg./Exam.: |
7.14.97 |
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Sources: |
1860c 0 / $100 / 1870c $11,000 / $3000 / P1886 / Physicians Directory of Kentucky and Indiana
1893 / 1867, Indiana State Board of Health 1882, 1884, 1890, 1898 |
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Narrative: |
Description of Chicamauga(sic) 19 / 20 1863 'It was in the forenoon of the 19th of Sept.
1863 after an all nights' long and weary march, that we were ushered into the bloody battle of Chicamauga. We were allowed
just time enough to make coffee and drink it, when the call into line was sounded; and we were at once on our way to the field
of carnage. I was at once stationed in a small ravine immediately in the rear of the brigade, with orders to care temporarily
for the wounded, put them in ambulances, and send them to The Field Hospital. I had been attending to this duty but a short
time, when I received orders to immediately ship all the wounded back to the hospital at once, as our line was broken, and
the enemy was coming, which I did, and mounted my horse and rode back to the hospital. 'I immediately met Dr. C. N. Fowler,
the Brigade surgeon, who told me that Col. Doan, commanding my Regiment, had sent an orderly for me to come to the regiment,
and ordered me to go at once, which I undertook to do. You can imagine how difficult it would be for me to find my regiment
after it had constituted a part of a broken line of battle. I rode back at random however, and rode through this break in
line, and succeeded in being shot at several times, when I realized where I was, and retreated at once. I rode a swift horse,
and my retreat was rapid. As I rode back I saw a squad of soldiers of our army, and rode towards them, and one of them, John
Powell of the 75th Ind. Vols. raised his gun to shoot at me, thinking I was a rebel, when a comrade told him not to shoot,
as it might be one of our own men. When I rode up he stepped up to me, and told me the circumstances of how near he came to
shooting me.' 'I rode back to the hospital, and reported to Dr. O. C. Herrick, our Division Surgeon, as good a man, by the
way as ever wore shoulder straps, and who is now numbered among the brave dead, and he told me to report to the General Hospital
at Crawfish Springs, and do what I could for the wounded there, and pay no attention to any order from any one else. I at
once reported to the general hospital. It was evening, and I found the whole neighborhood covered with wounded and dead. I
fastened my horse and went to work. I soon found Sergeant Miller of Co. D. 101st Ind. Vols. wounded in the hip by a minnie
ball which I extracted.' 'I worked until far into the night. In my rounds I found C. S. W. Pettijohn in one of the hospitals,
shot through the right lung. I spoke to him and asked him what was the trouble, and he told me he was shot through the breast.
I examined him and found a wound passing through the lung, and at every inspiration the blood would bubble out at the wound.
He said, 'Dock for Gods sake do something for me, for I cannot stand it much longer.' I thought so too. I studied a moment
and thought nothing would do him much good, but decided to give him a drink of whiskey. I procured a half teacup full and
brought it, and held up his head and he swallowed it. I then dressed his wound and left him thinking he would be dead in the
morning, but I found him better, and he said then, and many more times to me since the war, that the whiskey saved his life.
Later on I went to get my horse and it was stolen. I was busy all the next day at work in the hospital. That was Sept. 20th.'
*Ind and Vincinity p.926-928 |
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