AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JOHN F. LACEY 393 



Jesse McClure, David McClure, Wm. E. Shepherd, John 

 H. Warren, and myself. 



The Third Iowa had a hard service, and was literally 

 fought out of existence. All that remained of the regi- 

 ment after the bloody fight at Atlanta, where General 

 McPherson was killed, was consolidated with the Second 

 Iowa Infantry. The regiment organized at Keokuk and 

 was mustered into the service June 8, 1861. The First 

 and Second Iowa Infantry regiments were there at the 

 same time. When Stephen A. Douglas died these three 

 regiments marched in solemn procession behind a great 

 catafalque in which the funeral of the deceased was sym- 

 bolized. It was a hot and dusty day and my brother James 

 showed much signs of suffering in the march and a few 

 days after we marched in review before Major-General 

 Samuel R. Curtis and our officers, which kept us at a 

 shoulder arms for more than an hour at a time. When 

 we broke ranks my brother began to bleed at the lungs, 

 and from that hour I think he was doomed to death. It 

 was not till February 11, 1862, that the end came. He 

 died then at home in father's and mother's arms. 



He and I had been inseparable from my earliest recol- 

 lections. We were side by side in the only battle in which 

 I fought in the Third Iowa. We campaigned together 

 during the summer of 1861 in north Missouri and guarded 

 the bridges of the Hannibal and St. Joe Railroad from 

 bushwhackers during all the hot weather. On the 4th of 

 July we celebrated the day at Utica, Missouri. We spent 

 some weeks at Locust Creek bridge and Brookfield. In 

 this service I was filled with malaria and on a raid to 

 Kirksville I was taken down with chills and fever which 

 developed into an every-other-day ague. 



We chased the Confederate, General Tom Harris, and 

 his raw levies all around over north Missouri. Under 



