Age: 38, credited to Highgate, VT
Unit(s): 13th VT INF
Service: enl 9/11/62, m/i 10/10/62, Pvt, Co. K, 13th VT INF, m/o 7/21/63
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Birth: abt 1824, Scotland
Burial: East Highgate Cemetery, Highgate, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 30030238
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, widow Jane W. Gates, 6/30/1873, VT, not approved
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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Remarks: 13th Vt. History off-site
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East Highgate Cemetery, Highgate, VT
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JAMES WALKER volunteered from the town of Highgate about August 30th, 1862, and joined the Highgate company on the day of the election of officers, and was mustered into the United States service at Brattleboro, Vt., October 10th, 1862. His age was 38, five feet nine inches tall, rather dark complexion, blue eyes and brown hair, and by trade a black-smith and a married man. He was born in Scotland, and said his mother was Irish, and therefore James was a Scotch Irishman or an Irish Scotchman. The peculiar traits of both nationalities appeared in his character. I never saw a more perfectly built and well proportioned man. The muscles of his arms stood out and appeared as strong as bands of steel; his whole makeup indicated one of the best possible specimens of physical development and strength capable of the severest tests of endurance and hardship, a model recruit for the active life of a soldier. He was in the prime of life, and his trade or occupation had inured him to continuous feats of strength and exhaustive tests of endurance. Such was James Walker physically.
His education was limited and yet an intelligent person, quite well informed and conversant with the causes leading up to armed rebellion. He had the wit of an Irishman, acumen of a Scotchmen, and yet he was gentle and kind, frank, outspoken, generous and courteous always. He never shrank from, or tried to escape duty, was never overbearing or aggressive with his comrades, nor tried in any manner to use his great strength to the disadvantage of his associates. He took pride and pleasure in reciting poems of Bobby Burns, as he called him. He was ardent and faithful and in his place at all times, was somewhat reserved, but never morose. He was cheerful, and tried to make others the same, was sympathetic and companionable. The march, raid, picket duty and battle had no terrors for him. The seven days' march to Gettysburg was made with comparative ease and without a word of complaint. I saw him often on the march and envied his physical endurance. He was generally seen assisting some tired comrade of our company in carrying his gun or knapsack. In battle was cool and fearless, giving no attention to the dreadful carnage about him. An army composed of such would be well nigh invincible on any field of battle. His prowess and example inspired courage and stimulated the faltering in the crisis of the dashing bayonet charge against the foe. I here crown him with the well earned title of noble and valiant. He was mustered out with the regiment at Brattleboro, Vt., 1863, and returned to his home and occupation in East Highgate, where he resided for quite a number of years. He died in .................. in 18...
Source: Sturtevant, p. 750