| On March 17, 2001, a crowd gathered at 
            Isabella Cemetery to pay tribute to John Hutchison. When he died in 
            1951, at age 105, he was the last of Missouri's Civil War veterans. 
            This ceremony marked the 50th anniversary of that time. Civil War 
            re-enactors came with their muskets and fired a 
            cannon. | 
         
          |  | There were flags, music, speeches and Civil War uniforms. 
            Muskets rang out, and a cannon roared. | 
         
          | Civil War re-enactors participated in 
            the ceremony. |  | 
         
          |  | First came the music. Dean Knapp played tunes from 
            Civil War times on a harmonica. | 
         
          | The ceremony began with prayers and speeches. Inell 
            McMillon, organizer of the memorial ceremony, spoke about the war. 
            She noted that Ozark County lost three quarters of its population 
            in the Civil War (1861-65). People fled lawless bands of murderous 
            looters from both sides. Hutchison joined the Union army after he 
            saw them shoot his uncle. He wanted to help protect people from the 
            "bushwackers." |  | 
         
          |  | Local State Representative, Estel Robirds, spoke a 
            few words. | 
         
          | Members of VFW Post No. 5366 and its Auxiliary from 
            Isabella stood with flags at the gravesite. |  | 
         
          |  | Sons of Union Veterans, Phelps Camp #66 from Springfield, 
            fired a volley near Hutchison's grave. | 
         
          | Firing 
            the Cannon | 
         
          | Members of the Second Illinois Light Artillery from 
            Mountain Home are ready to fire the cannon. They wear Union blue uniforms 
            here. When they wear Confederate gray, they are known as Wiggins Battery. On the near side, a soldier holds the "worm," a pole he uses to 
              clean out the barrel after the cannon fires a shot. 
             The soldier on the far side of the cannon makes sure there are 
              no burning embers left in the barrel. He'll shove in a pole with 
              a wet sponge on the end. 
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          | After cleaning, they load the barrel with 
            a one-pound charge of gunpowder, wrapped in aluminum foil -- no cannonball 
            today! In Civil War times, the gunpowder would have been pre-wrapped 
            in a silk bag, sometimes with a cannon ball attached, sometimes not. A "friction primer" will trigger the explosion. It's a small tube 
              drilled through the top of the cannon barrel to the gunpowder charge. 
              First they pierce the bag holding the charge with a piece of brass 
              called a "prick." This exposes the charge in the barrel to the action 
              of the "friction primer." Then they pour fine gunpowder into the 
              friction primer. At its top is a flint that will strike a spark, 
              igniting the gunpowder in the tube, which sets off the main charge. 
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          | To trigger the cannon, a soldier attaches the lanyard 
            (a strong cord) to the top of the friction primer. He pulls it so 
            that a flint at the top of the tube makes a spark that ignites the 
            gunpowder in the tube. Almost instantly, the ignited gunpowder in 
            the friction primer sets off the main charge in the cannon. |  | 
         
          |  | Kaboom! The cannon goes off in an ear-splitting bang 
            and a cloud of smoke. | 
         
          | Getting ready for the next shot. One soldier reams 
            the cannon barrel to clean it out. Then the other will sponge it to 
            put out any burning embers left in the barrel. |  | 
         
          |  | Then they reload it with another charge of gunpowder 
            and tamp it down. | 
         
          | A woman dressed in black witnesses the 
            men with their deadly weapon. |  | 
         
          | "War today is not any 
            worse or better than it was back in 1864. It's all bad. You wade in 
            mud and water up to your neck and then, after it's all over, you don't 
            know why you went." --John Hutchison
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