"A company of 'Home Guards' had been organized and, naturally, it was not made up of the bravest or the most honorable men in the community. They made it their duty to prey upon those who were suspected of Southern sympathy, and--since the Furbee family was outspoken in its feelings and had one son at the front--it was made to feel the full measure of local resentment. George Furbee enlisted in Company A, 46th Battalion, Virginia Cavalry, and was fighting with the victorious Jackson in the valley of the Shenandoah and elsewhere. The men of the Home Guard watched his house day and night in the hope that they would catch him back on furlough, but they never did--for he never returned. One fateful September day (September 8, 1864) the news came through that he had fallen in ambush. A little party of soldiers had set out for home on furlough and had the indiscretion to travel in full southern uniform and with their arms. In spite of this fact, they had reached a point near Harrisville in Ritchie County, where they had camped in the woods for the night. A woman of the neighborhood had seen them and spread the alarm. A company of local Home Guard surrounded them and opened fire. George Furbee and one other of the party were hit in the first discharge. The former sat down by the fire and said, 'Boys, I am done for,' and dropped dead. The others scattered and fled, though a number were taken prisoners. He was buried there where he fell in a shallow grave. When the news of his death reached his brother-in-law, Thomas Morris, who had married Jane Furbee, volunteered to go and see that he was given a proper interment. The details of his trip to King Knob and the funeral which was given to George Furbee's remains, in the little local cemetery, have long ago been forgotten. Years afterwards, the sons of George Furbee made a pilgrimage to Ritchie County and brought back the remains of their father and buried them in the beautiful cemetery at Centreville, where most of them, if not all of them, were to sleep their last sleep."