Columbus in Muscogee County, Georgia — The American South (South Atlantic)
Giffen, a 16 year old Confederate soldier, was treated at the hospital for serious wounds. Dr. Ticknor took the boy to his home where Mrs. Ticknor nursed him. Before his wounds entirely healed, "Little Giffen" voluntarily took up his rifle and returned to battle. He was never heard of again.
The Creek Indians used "Torch Hill" for signal fires, giving the hill itís name.
Erected 1989 by Georgia Department of Natural Resources. (Marker Number 106-2.)
Marker series. This marker is included in the Georgia Historical Society/Commission marker series.
Location. 32° 24.823′ N, 84° 56.539′ W. Marker is in Columbus, Georgia, in Muscogee County. Marker is at the intersection of Victory Drive (U.S. 27) and Fort Benning Road, on the right when traveling north on Victory Drive. Touch for map. Marker is in this post office area: Columbus GA 31903, United States of America.
Other nearby markers. At least 8 other markers are within 4 miles of this marker Victory Drive (approx. 0.4 miles away); Specialist Ross A. McGinnis (approx. 1.8 miles away); Radcliff School (approx. 3 miles away); Confederate Siege Gun (approx. 3.2 miles away); Moses Dallas: Confederate Naval Pilot/American Slave (approx. 3.2 miles away); Coweta Town (approx. 3.3 miles away in Alabama); Jewish Section of Riverdale Cemetery (approx. 3.3 miles away); Dwight David Eisenhower (approx. 3.3 miles away). Touch for a list and map of all markers in Columbus.
More about this marker. This marker replaced an earlier marker with the same title and similar text, erected by the Georgia Historical Commission at this location, which had disappeared.
Regarding "Torch Hill". "Little Giffen of Tennessee"
By Francis Orrery Ticknor
Out of the focal and foremost fire,
Out of the hospital walls as dire;
Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene,
(Eighteenth battle, and he sixteen!)
Spectre! such as you seldom see,
Little Giffen, of Tennessee!
“Take him and welcome!” the surgeons said;
Little the doctor can help the dead!
So we took him; and brought him where
The balm was sweet in the summer air;
And we laid him down on a wholesome bed,—
And we watched the war with abated breath,—
Skeleton Boy against skeleton Death.
Months of torture, how many such?
Weary weeks of the stick and crutch;
And still a glint of the steel-blue eye
Told of a spirit that wouldnít die,
And didnít. Nay, more! in deathís despite
The crippled skeleton “learned to write.”
“Dear mother,” at first, of course; and then
“Dear captain,” inquiring about the men.
Captainís answer: “Of eighty-and-five,
Giffen and I are left alive.”
Word of gloom from the war, one day;
Johnston pressed at the front, they say.
Little Giffen was up and away;
A tear—his first—as he bade good-by,
Dimmed the glint of his steel-blue eye.
“I íll write, if spared!” There was news of the fight;
But none of Giffen.—He did not write.
I sometimes fancy that, were I king
Of the princely Knights of the Golden Ring,
With the song of the minstrel in mine ear,
And the tender legend that trembles here,
I'd give the best on his bended knee,
The whitest soul of my chivalry,
For “Little Giffen,” of Tennessee.
Categories. • Native Americans • War, US Civil •
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