Mrs. Carmack remembers the funerals of Generals Styne and McCullough. When a small child, she watched the processions march past her father's house in Fort Smith, en route for the National Cemetery
One of the three soldiers, whom three young ladies buried, near Charleston, was shot down in Mrs. Roberts' yard. Mrs. Lizzie Haynes was one of these young ladies. They could not procure coffins for the soldiers, but reverently buried them as best they could, with their own hands. When the sad task was done and they turned homeward, which was three miles distant, the stars were beginning to shine.
Once old Mrs. Susan Richardson and "Grandma" Gunter drove some yearlings hitched to a wagon from Charleston to Fort Smith for provisions. On the way home some of the yearlings became exhausted and the women took turns helping draw the wagons.
The ladies met at the Methodist church in Fort Smith, and made clothes, shirts mostly, for the soldiers. A Mrs. Beard cut the clothes, and let Mrs. Carmack and many other little schoolgirls make little oilcloth haversacks for the soldiers.
Fort Smith depended on Federal wagon trains for supplies. Most people, especially through the country, spun and wove their cloth.