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Pittsburg Landing. It took part in the siege of Corinth, then moved to Memphis, where it was ordered to Arkansas.  In January, 1863, it shared in the capture of Arkansas Post, and in April joined Grant's Vicksburg campaign.  It participated in the engagements of Deer Creek and of Grand Gulf.
     On the surrender of Fort Donelson the Fifty-eighth was the first regiment to enter the Fort, February 16th, 1862, and Lieutenant Colonel Rempel, commanding the regiment, hauled down the Confederate flag.  The regiment was hotly engaged in the battle of Shiloh, April 7th, with a loss of nine killed and forty-three wounded.
     During the summer of 1863 the companies of the regiment were transferred to ironclads and flotillas and saw some hard service in running the blockades of the rebel batteries at Vicksburg, and in the battle of Grand Gulf the regiment lost heavily.  The regiment has to its credit twelve battles, many skirmishes, and the losses in killed died of wounds and disease totaled three hundred and five.
     The service of this German regiment was long and honorable, and the members of the regiment have left to their families a noble heritage of devotion to the flag of their adopted country.  The regiment was discharged at Columbus, Ohio, January 14th, 1865.
     Dunallen M. Woodburn was the only soldier of Jerome Township who served in this regiment.  He left home without the consent of his parents, which was a very usual occurrence in those war days.  He was but 14 years of age, and enlisted January 16th, 1862, serving continuously until the regiment was discharged.  He reenlisted as a veteran, and was promoted to Drum-Major of the 47th Regiment, U. S. C. T.
     He had a remarkable service for a boy of 14, and now after a lapse of more than fifty years I recall an incident of the battle of Shiloh.  Knowing that the 58th Regiment was in the battle and that his parents, John and Maria Curry Woodburn, would be anxious about him, the day after the battle, April 7th, 1862, I mounted my horse and after a search of several hours on the battlefield, strewn with the dead of

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both armies, I found "Dun," as we called him, as happy and unconcerned as if he had been at his home.  I sought and found Colonel Bausenwein, who, in his Fez cap, was enjoying his pipe, and requested that Dun accompany me to our bivouac, to which he readily consented.
     I took him on my horse and we made our way to my regiment.  We had no tents and it rained almost continuously for two or three days, but I shared my blankets and rubber poncho with him.  All around were dead artillery horses and ambulances were busy gathering up our own boys in the dense woods, and no doubt he will recall this incident vividly.