Bio: James M. Jones :Pittsfield, Merrimack Co, New Hampshire

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Submitted by: Rick Giirtman  rickman@worldpath.net
Date: March 17, 2001
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From the Book
'History of Pittsfield, N. H. in the Rebellion'
by H. L. Robinson, published 1893


JAMES M. JONES

was born in Pittsfield, April 8, 1828. He enlisted first from Barnstead in
1862, as a member of Company G, Fifteenth New Hampshire volunteers. After
his term of service he moved to Pittsfield and enlisted in Troop D, First
New Hampshire cavalry, where he served until the close of the war. A man of
powerful strength and endurance, with the courage of a lion, he made one of
the best soldiers that wore Uncle Sam's uniform.

During his service in the last named regiment the men were dismounted at one
time to make an attack on foot. This they did in good shape, but were
repulsed, and driven away from their horses. The men became scattered in
small detachments. Jones, Mooney, and Robinson were together. At last
Robinson gave out and was about to throw away his arms when Jones cried out,
" Don't you do it; give 'em to me, I'll lug 'em." Soon after, Mooney threw
away his; Jones picked them up and carried them too. "Now," said he, "if you
fellows can't keep up, just one of you get upon one shoulder and the other
on the other, and I will carry you to camp. " In this way they tramped for a
mile or two, until they reached our lines. Mr. Jones is now living in
Northwood.