(This was sent to me 15 February 1978 by my cousin Morton Price Breeden, French Lick, Indiana. Isaac N. Breeden was the son of James S. Breeden and Susannah Leffler. He was born 6 August 1840, Orange County, Indiana and died 19 February 1910 at Mitchell, Lawrence County, Indiana. In post-war years he was known as Isaac BRADEN, because his pension application records were mixed up after the war.--Phyllis Hill)

"This article was taken from the paper published at Mitchell, Indiana
sometime in 1911. Note: my guess is that he was buried in the cemetery at
Mitchell. The reference given, J.L. in Progress Examiner. This portion of
information is a copy of the news paper clipping I have kept since 1911"
(Signed--Morton Price Breeden)

In the STAR last Sunday there was an interesting and true war story
concerning "Ike Brady". The name however should have been "Ike" or Isaac
Breeden, instead of Brady.

We knew the man all his life. He was born and grew up to manhood 2 1/2
miles east of French Lick. Many of our elders will remember him and some
will remember the untimely death of his father, James Breeden, who froze to
death in the heavy beech woods where the railroad "Y" near the depot at
French Lick is now located.

Ike was shot almost all to pieces at Champion's Hill. While on a skirmish
line, lying flat on his face, a rebel sharp shooter fired at his head. The
ball cut the scalp, cut a furrow several inches long, in the skin on his
back, passed through the muscles of one hip, through the back of one heel
into the ground. With the blood flowing from the four wounds, Ike arose,
made a wide detour and came upon his man from the rear, compelled him to
throw down his rifle and pistol, marching him into the Union lines and
delivered him to Gen.Hovey. The reb said he would not have cared for being
captured if it had been done by a man instead of an eighteen year old boy.

After delivering his man to Gen. Hovey, Breeden went right back into the
fight to be shot in the breast, the ball glancing off a rib. Another ball
passed through the fleshy part of one leg, another one broke his jaw, and
still another passed through his head, destroying one eye, and when the
battle closed, poor Ike was left over night, uncared for on the field,
because his comrades thought he was dead when they saw him fall.

Ike Breeden died in Mitchell, Lawrence County a year or so ago, where he
had lived since the close of the war.
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