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George Chester Beckford.
Birth: 1834, Rhode Island.
Death: unknown, Providence County, Rhode Island.
Wife: Minerva (Cook) Beckford.
Married January 9, 1853, Johnston, Providence, R. I.
Burial: Oak Grove Cemetery, Pawtucket, Providence County, Rhode Island.
Rhode Island Seventh Infantry, Regimental History.
George C. Beckford, residence Providence, enlisted August 7, 1862, mustered in September 4, 1862; transferred to company I., Company I., Transferred from company D., February 1, 1865; mustered out June 9, 1865, at Alexandria, Virginia.
Pages 279-80., It was a custom of the cooks late at night to visit the well just outside
the stockade entrance and fill their camp kettles for the next morning's coffee. It chanced on a certain bright moonlight night the well-known and
popular comrade George C. Beckford, who at that time was cook for an
officers' mess, went out with his kettle at the weird hour of eleven p. m.
Near the top of the slope up from the well were some scattered graves. Now
just as this man had raised his filled kettle to the well flooring he chanced to
glance toward the graves, and there he saw or thought he saw a ghost looking
over one of the wooden headboards. As he had been a sailor, this was too
much for him. He dropped his kettle, rushed back to the fort and to his
quarters, threw himself upon his bunk, drew his blanket over his head and
never again went outside the fort after dark. But there is another side to
George C. Beckford.
In the Spring of 1862 he arrived in Liverpool after a three years' voyage. Pinning a small flag, the "Stars and Stripes," to his
collar, he went ashore and made his way to one of the haunts of seafaring
men. On entering he was greeted with a jeering reference to the colors he
wore. His indignation was at once aroused, and, sailor-like, he was ready
to resent the insult. "Hold on, shipmate," exclaimed the keeper, "I see you
are not posted. The United States have all gone to pieces. They are fighting each other and the flag you carry is a thing of the past." He took the
flag from his collar and sat down and cried. All at once an impulse seized
him, and, holding the sacred emblem aloft in both his hands, meanwhile
steadfastly gazing thereon, he apostrophized it: "Under your folds I was
born. As a boy I grew to manhood beneath your protection. I have traveled the world over and have never for a moment had but one thought concerning you. If need be I will die for you !" He returned at once to his
ship, settled his accounts and next day sailed for New York. During the
esuing three eventful years he never faltered