THE CAPTAIN

 

By James S. Compher

 

 

The day was cool, most of the crops have been harvest and the trees were shedding their leaves. Small animals were scurrying about in search of food they could store for the cold winter months ahead. Farmers throughout the countryside were also preparing for the cold and snowy months of winter and waiting for the birth of another season in the spring. However, on one farm there was already the excitement of a new birth. The day was October 19, 1820 and John and Eldon Compher, along with their five-year-old daughter Mary, of Friend’s Cove, Pennsylvania celebrated the birth of their first son, Alexander.

 

As the years passed swiftly on the Compher farm Alexander, along with his younger brother Philip, born in1824, grew strong and tall, 5’ 10 3/4”, while helping to run the farm and becoming a blacksmith. Mary married George Stuckey in 1834. Finally in 1842, Alexander decided that it was time for him to start a family of his own. After much courting, Alexander married Mary Ann Whetstone.

 

With the excitement of Thanksgiving nearing young Alexander and Mary were also preparing for the birth of their first child. The blessed event finally arrived on the cold winter day of November 21, 1844. Alexander and Mary welcomed the birth of a daughter. They named her Matilda. Matilda was a very weak child and on May 14, 1845, she accented into the heavens. Still wanting a family, Mary gave birth to another child on June 24, 1846. This time they had a son and named him Samuel.

 

Soon after Samuel’s birth, tragedy would again strike this household. On September 4, 1847, Mary passed away leaving Alexander alone to care for young Samuel. After Mary’s death, Alexander continued working on the family farm with his father and brother while raising his son. If the passing of Matilda and Mary was not hard enough for young Alexander to handle, grief again struck this young suffering family for on June 6, 1849 when young Samuel, only 18 days short of his third birthday, died.

 

With great fortitude, Alexander pressed on with his life and on November 5, 1849 Alexander again married. This time he took the lovely Barbara A. Mills as his wife. For several years, Alexander and Barbara continued living and working on the family farm while raising a family. First, there was Mary A. (1851) next came Georgiana (1854), than the first son George Watson Bouse in 1857. Another daughter arrived in 1859 and they named her Frances. Emma Cornelia was born in 1860.

 

Coming from very religious families, Alexander and Barbara were both strong supporters of individual freedom. With the breaking out of the Civil War, the lives of Alexander and Barbara would change drastically. For in the fall of 1861 Alexander recruited a company of volunteers from the area around Rainsburg, Pennsylvania for the Union Army. Soon Alexander left his wife and children to care for the family farm and went to Camp Curtin.

 

 On February 13, 1862, at the age of 41, Alexander began three years of military service as a captain in Company D of the 101st Pennsylvania Volunteers. On February 27, 1862, Company D left Harrisburg, Pennsylvania traveling to Baltimore, Maryland and then to Washington, D. C. Before long, Captain Compher was in combat, participating in the battles on the Peninsula in Virginia, Yorktown, Williamsburg and Seven Pines, just to name a few. On December 4, 1862, Captain Compher and his men were sent to New Bern, North Carolina and then onto Goldsboro, North Carolina. On July 7, 1863, while protecting Plymouth, North Carolina, Captain Compher sustained an injury. He was asleep on the deck of a gunboat when their 100-pounder gun was fire. The concussion from this firing throw him up in the air and in falling back to the deck struck his right elbow with such force as to pull the bones out of place in the elbow joint. The elbow became very painful and swollen. During the siege on Williamston, he had to have his right arm in a sling and carry his sword in his left hand.

 

 April 17, 1864, began the battle at Plymouth, North Carolina. Captain Compher and Company D was located on the east side of Plymouth along the Columbia Road in an area called Fort Comfort, also referred to as Fort Compher.  On April 20, 1864 the Union troops were defeated. The troops surrendered and became prisoners of war.

 

The prisoners were marched to Tarboro, North Carolina where they were loaded into train boxcars heading for Andersonville, Georgia prison.  At Andersonville the officers were separated the other prisoners and sent to other prisons. Captain Compher, because he was an officer, was imprisoned in the stockade at Macon, Georgia. After the fall of Atlanta, Georgia, Captain Compher and his fellow prisoners were to be transported to Charleston, South Carolina but on the way an escape plan to takeover the train by the prisoners was discovered. The men were taken to Savannah, Georgia instead. After about six weeks, the men were moved to Charleston, South Carolina and then they were marched to Columbia, South Carolina. During the battle of Columbia the prisoners were hastily taken to Charlotte, South Carolina and were kept under guard in a cotton field. While in this field a fellow prisoner, hoping that the war would soon be over, proposed that, a Civil War veteran’s society be form. Word went out among the other prisoners and soon this new organization was born. Being highly respected by his fellow prisoners, Captain Compher was elected the president and a committee was appointed to prepare a constitution, which was then approved and signed by the men. This organization became known as the “Grand Army of the Republic”. After the war this organization was highly honored and revered because of the patriotism of its members and will always have a place of honor in the history of the United States. Captain Compher remained a prisoner of war until the exchange of prisoners on March 12, 1865 at Wilmington, South Carolina.

 

After receiving his freedom and discharge, Captain Alexander Compher returned to a great celebration in Friend’s Cove and was reunited with his wife and children after being away for over three years. Soon after returning home and being reacquainted with his family, Alexander tried to resume a normal life. But now with a crippled right arm, he could no longer be a blacksmith and he and Barbara opened a boarding house and hotel in Altoona. Another son was added to this family on February 22, 1866. William Orlando was his name.

 

Several more years passed with the Compher family remaining in Pennsylvania. George W. B. died in 1873 when he was 16. Finally their daughters were married and moved to Nebraska. In 1879, Alexander and Barbara sold their property, packed up and departed Pennsylvania for their westward move to Nebraska.

 

It was a long and hard journey but finally they arrived in Fairmont and settled on a farm. After spending about seven years farming in Nebraska and the death of their daughter Emma Cornelia in 1885 another move west was calling. Their son William Orlando and his wife, Winnie, along with their son Roy Watson had moved in 1887 to a ranch near Cheyenne Wells, Colorado. Therefore, it was only natural for Alexander and Barbara to follow. This was the last move for the Comphers.

 

On Monday night, February 3, 1902, Captain Alexander Compher at the age of 81died at home. His daughter and wife, of 52 years, were at his side when he departed. His remains were returned to Fairmont, Nebraska where the funeral service was held under the direction of the Fairmont Post of the Grand Army of the Republic.

 

Captain Alexander Compher will always be a part of United States history as a captain of Company D of the 101st Pennsylvania Volunteers during the Civil War. However, in the history of the Compher family he will always have a very special and honorable place for generations to know about.

 

 

 

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

 

Debbie Schriver, 101st Pennsylvania Regimental Historian provided information from articles written by her and others.

 

Article provided by Winifred “Winnie” Compher Murr. The author is unknown.

 

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