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The
first time the Yankees soldiers saw Henry Clay Thruston charging toward
them through the clouds of black powder smoke they must have rubbed
their eyes in disbelief. This gray-clad Johnny Reb towered over the
other fighting men like a pine tree growing next to a bush.
Born May 4, 1830 in Greenville, S.C., Thruston grew to 7 feet, 7-and-a-half
inches. Some folks quibbled that he only stood a mere 7 feet, 6 inches
but no one wanted to get in an argument with him about it. Maybe the
Abe Lincoln-style stovepipe hat he favored in his later years did
make him look a little taller.
To put Thruston's height in perspective, in a piece called "The Men
in the Union and Confederate Armies," the Web site www.civilwarhome.com
says the average height of Union soldiers was 5 feet, 8-and-a-half
inches. Even the tallest Yankee measured only 6 feet, 10-and-a-half
inches.
Thruston and his family, which included four brothers who also wore
extra, extra, extra longs, moved to Missouri, where he spent his early
years. In 1850 he went to California for a while, coming home to Missouri
via the Isthmus of Panama. At 23 he married Mary Thruston, a distant
cousin. They would have four children.
When
the Civil War broke out, Thruston joined the Confederate Army, serving
as a private under Col. John Q. Burbridge in the 4th Missouri Cavalry.
Given Thruston's size, that speaks well for the sturdiness of Missouri
horseflesh.
Early in the war, when the Southern military still worried about discipline
and the orderly forming of ranks, a colonel assembled Thruston's company.
Noting that one of the soldiers in the rank rose way above the rest
of the men, the officer figured Thruston had stood up on a stump and
ordered him off. When Thruston did not move, the officer drew his
saber and roared, "I will make you obey orders! What are you standing
on?" To which Thruston drawled, "I am standing on the ground."
Though federal marksmen could hardly hope for a more visible target,
Thruston survived the hostilities with only a couple of relatively
minor wounds, including a high shot that grazed the top of his head.
His outfit fought with distinction in Missouri, Arkansas and Louisiana.
The skyscraper soldier became a prisoner of war late in the conflict,
but did not spend long in confinement, gaining parole at Shreveport,
LA in June 1865.
After
the war, Thruston reunited with his family in Missouri and migrated
southwest to Texas, stopping when he got to Titus County. He bought
100 acres east of Mount
Vernon and spent most of the rest of his life farming.
Except when he toured with a circus company that billed him as "The
World's Tallest Man." While it's impossible to prove he actually stood
taller than anyone on the planet, Thruston did go into the record
books as the tallest Confederate soldier.
Despite his size, he seems to have been a gentle giant. But he had
his limits. Once, when a much shorter man looked up at him and asked,
"How's the weather up there?" Thruston let fly with a big gob of spit
directed down on the man. "It's raining," the old Rebel answered.
"He was very proud of his great height and on every occasion of note
would take the opportunity to exhibit himself, being called upon by
all kinds of organizations in all parts of the country to mark in
their ranks as a color bearer," a Mount Vernon newspaper wrote of
Thruston. The Titus County farmer particularly liked to attend local
and national reunions of Confederate veterans, serving as a human
flag pole.
On
Friday, July 2, 1909 Thruston sat down to supper with his son Ed,
his daughter-in-law and their son. Mrs. Thruston told him that since
he had not been feeling very well, he'd better pass on the cabbage.
The big man began to butter a biscuit when he fell back in his chair
in heart failure.
Before Thruston could be laid to rest, the local undertaker had to
await the arrival by train of a custom-made casket from Texarkana.
Eight feet long, it couldn't fit into the hearse with the doors closed.
They buried him in a grave much longer than deep in Mt.
Pleasant's Edwards Cemetery. His house, which had nine-foot ceilings,
still stands in Mount
Vernon.
The editor of the local weekly newspaper eulogized Thruston as "a
kind and generous friend, a citizen of strong prejudices [the modern
word would be beliefs], and intense patriotism."
On the other hand, the old Rebel hadn't been a church goer and "made
no pretension to religion whatsoever."
Even so, the newspaperman surely spoke for the whole community when
he concluded: "He was our friend and we shall miss his cheering words
and hearty handshake." |
Note
from the author:
The Tallest Rebel's name is often misspelled at "Thurston,"
but local historians assure us that his surname actually was Thruston.
Mount Vernon psychologist R.L. Flournoy has done a lot of research
on Thruston. The delightful anecdotes about Thruston and the Confederate
officer and Thruston's "it's raining" remark are from Dr. Flournoy's
work.
© Mike Cox
"Texas Tales"
February
8, 2007 column |
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