Death of Captain Seaborn A. H. Jones
Source: Ross Jones
SANDERSVILLE PROGRESS - November 19, 1862
We scarcely know where to begin the sad recital of the death of our former Captain and _______ friend. On Saturday afternoon last, as
he and his wife were driving from his plantation and just as they were entering town, the horses took fright and dashed off at a violent
rate. After running a short distance, one of the horses straps broke, letting the pole and tongue of the buggy down and rendering the
horses entirely unmanageable. In this condition they ran on until the wheel of the buggy stuck against a stone or something lying in
the street, I do not know what, with such force that Capt. Jones was thrown from the buggy with terrible force, falling on his head and
right shoulder, inflicting a dreadful wound in the head, and tearing his collarbone and doing other serious injuries. The buggy wheels
also passed over a portion of his body producing severe wounds. Really we cannot see how any one could have been more horribly Entangled
by such a fall without producing instant death. Mrs. Jones as she was in the act of falling from the buggy caught hold of the dash board
and held on until the horses were arrested in their flight by the wheels running into Mr. Newman’s fence and escaped unhurt. But the
Captain never spoke or knew anything after he fell. He was carried to the resident of Maj. Hodges, where with all the medical skill
could suggest was brought into requisition, but could not avail him. The Great Father above had seen that it was time for the old soldier
to lay aside his armor. He remained in a perfect state of unconsciousness, like one in a profound slumber, until Monday morning half past
nine o’clock, when with one slight struggle, the immortal spirit took its flight and Capt. S. A. H. Jones was no more.
Thus it is that another of our brave defenders, another of Washington County’s noblest souls, and difficult indeed will it be to fill his
place. We speak what we know and testify to what we have seen when we say that a braver soldier, or one more devoted to his country could
not be found. We cannot refrain from giving a little incident which was related to us of Capt. Jones by a Virginian, who overheard it
himself. Said he to us one day, “that Captain of yours will do to die to.” Said he, “I passed him one day when the company was lying
down in the woods at Laurel Hill, and the enemy were expected every moment. The old Captain was walking up and down the line as the men
lay on the ground, and talking to them as a father would to his children, fearing not for himself. His language was “keep cool, boys.
Remember the State you represent. Aim low, and never disgrace the State of Georgia.”
An so it was with him always. The post of danger was his choice. But the shortness of time forbids us saying more of this noble patriot
in this number. And as we presume some one more competent will prepare an appropriate notice, we forebare. And it is still difficult
for us to close these remarks. Having known him long and loved him well, it is hard to say “farewell”. Scarcely can we realize that he
now lies clothed for the grave in the well-worn uniform which he used for the campaign last year. But so it is. Escaping death on every
hand during the perilous campaign, he returns home to fall, in the midst of friends, a victim of a vicious horse.
Would that we could soothe the grief of his afflicted family. Two of his sons are far away in the services of his country, while the
other is home on Furlough in very feeble health. May He that tampers the wind to the _____ lamb, comfort this bereaved wife and sons.
The funeral service took place yesterday at 11:00 o’clock.
Note: Seaborn A. H. Jones had resigned his commission from Company E, 32nd Georgia Infantry Regiment in July, 1862 in that he had become
“old and feeble”. His resignation had been accepted by General Mercer. His sons, Captain Charles M. Jones was killed at Gettysburg, and
Ist Lt. Weaver H. Jones dies of yellow fever at Charlestion, SC. A third son, Captain Stephen B, Jones survived the war, but was struck
by lightning in 1882.