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Pvt Henderson Cox

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Pvt Henderson Cox Veteran

Birth
Warren County, Indiana, USA
Death
27 Jun 1848 (aged 18)
El Dorado County, California, USA
Burial
El Dorado County, California, USA Add to Map
Plot
common grave of three
Memorial ID
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Born near the Wabash River, son of Jehu Sr. Cox and Sarah Riddle Pyle. One of sixteen children, he was unmarried, and as a private, Henderson was only seventeen when he marched with the U.S. Army to the War with Mexico in the Mormon Battalion. He was under the command of Captain James Allen (promoted to Lieutenant Colonel) and Captain Jefferson Hunt in Company A.

Pvt. Cox scouted with Company Captain Daniel Browett after they had worked at John Sutter's Mill near Coloma and was among the first to discover gold prior to the gold rush of 1849. He was one of nine pioneers chosen to find a trail over the ridge between the Cosumnes and the American Rivers to Iron Mountain.

Finally he was one of two companions who went ahead with Captain Browett to scout the heavy forest in advance of the road crew, which was clearing for the troops, wagons and cattle.

He fought and lost a fierce battle for his life alongside the seasoned Captain Browett and their friend, Ezra Heela Allen.

Private Henderson Cox is related to this contributor, as is Captain Browett. Henderson was the older brother to Elias Cox (1835-1917) who was my great grandfather through Margaret "Blanche" Cox Black (1892-1991).

For details, see bio for Daniel Browett, Sergeant of Company E, and of Ezra Heela Allen, buried in the common grave with his comrades at this same location.

"Tis hard, beloved, to say, Adieu
And see you march away;

But what true woman in the land
Has heart to bid you stay!

Tis hard to see the pride and flower
Of every loyal State,

Going from true and certain love,
To meet uncertain fate.

But while we cannot stay our tears,
We'll hush our wild alarms,

And put the treasure of our hearts
From out our tender arms.

We did not know until this day
What love our flag had won,

When we can give our gallant men,
The best beneath the sun.

But God's deep love out runneth ours
In sweet and gentle care

And His great mercy hath the power
To find you everywhere.

And He alone will help the right,
Have pity on the wrong.

And in the awful field of fight
Make you and keep you strong!"
Born near the Wabash River, son of Jehu Sr. Cox and Sarah Riddle Pyle. One of sixteen children, he was unmarried, and as a private, Henderson was only seventeen when he marched with the U.S. Army to the War with Mexico in the Mormon Battalion. He was under the command of Captain James Allen (promoted to Lieutenant Colonel) and Captain Jefferson Hunt in Company A.

Pvt. Cox scouted with Company Captain Daniel Browett after they had worked at John Sutter's Mill near Coloma and was among the first to discover gold prior to the gold rush of 1849. He was one of nine pioneers chosen to find a trail over the ridge between the Cosumnes and the American Rivers to Iron Mountain.

Finally he was one of two companions who went ahead with Captain Browett to scout the heavy forest in advance of the road crew, which was clearing for the troops, wagons and cattle.

He fought and lost a fierce battle for his life alongside the seasoned Captain Browett and their friend, Ezra Heela Allen.

Private Henderson Cox is related to this contributor, as is Captain Browett. Henderson was the older brother to Elias Cox (1835-1917) who was my great grandfather through Margaret "Blanche" Cox Black (1892-1991).

For details, see bio for Daniel Browett, Sergeant of Company E, and of Ezra Heela Allen, buried in the common grave with his comrades at this same location.

"Tis hard, beloved, to say, Adieu
And see you march away;

But what true woman in the land
Has heart to bid you stay!

Tis hard to see the pride and flower
Of every loyal State,

Going from true and certain love,
To meet uncertain fate.

But while we cannot stay our tears,
We'll hush our wild alarms,

And put the treasure of our hearts
From out our tender arms.

We did not know until this day
What love our flag had won,

When we can give our gallant men,
The best beneath the sun.

But God's deep love out runneth ours
In sweet and gentle care

And His great mercy hath the power
To find you everywhere.

And He alone will help the right,
Have pity on the wrong.

And in the awful field of fight
Make you and keep you strong!"


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