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1864: Daniel Joseph Taft to Friend Forrie

This letter was written by Pvt. Daniel Joseph Taft (1842-1924) who was drafted on 26 August 1863 and mustered in the 82nd Pennsylvania, Co. A—a company that was recruited in Philadelphia. He remained with the regiment until mustering out on 13 July 1865. Daniel was the son of Richard and Eunice Taft in Burrillville, Providence county, Rhode Island. By the time of the 1860 US Census, the Taft family, including Daniel, were farming in Warren, Freehold county, Pennsylvania.

The events described in this letter are consistent with the narrative from the regimental history: “On the 6th of May, the ice upon the Lake being broken, the regiment, in company with the Twenty-third, returned to Washington, and then proceeded to Belle Plain Landing, where numerous prisoners were arriving, the fruits of the battles of the Wilderness and Spottsylvania. General Abercrombie in command at that post detained them to strengthen his guard, and to furnish escorts to companies of prisoners on their way to Point Lookout. On the 19th, the Eighty-second was ordered to Fredericksburg, where it was detailed to guard a train to the front. At the North Anna it re-joined the balance of the brigade, which had left the camp at Johnson’s Island ten days earlier, and had suffered severely in the terrible battles through which the army had already passed.”

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Camp near Belle Plain, Va.
May 17, 1864

Friend Forrie,

Your welcome letter was received last evening, but you see by the preceding that we have moved camp from Johnson’s Island. We left the Island in the 9th inst. and arrived here via Washington on the 14th. Our camp is near the Potomac and about 55 miles below Washington. Fredericksburg is nine miles from here.

This is the depot of supplies to the Potomac army at present and the place to where all of the prisoners are brought from the front. Since we landed we have been kept here to guard the reb prisoners, which now number about 6,000—more are coming in and being sent off every day. Yesterday thirteen hundred were sent to Point Lookout. I tell you they are hard-looking cases.

They have been doing a wholesale business in slaughtering men within the last two weeks. The roads to Fredericksburg are lined with such of the wounded as can walk and the ambulances and supply trains are all loaded with wounded. Every house in Fredericksburg is said to be filled with the wounded.

The three regiments of our brigade which left Sandusky about three weeks before we did, are all killed, wounded, or taken prisoners but about 250. But few from these regiments were captured except the wounded. Gen. [Alexander] Shaler, commander of the brigade, was wounded and taken prisoner. ¹ You can judge where our regiment would have been had we been relieved in time to went to the front with the others. But it is not too late yet. I expect we will soon be relieved from here and sent to the front. You have no idea of the amount of troops that are passing through here to the army daily.

I should like very much to have made the folks a visit before I left the Island, but a soldier might as well try to get a discharge as a furlough and nothing short of a chunk of lead through the head will get a fellow his discharge. Ed Farbox exhausted all of his strategy in trying to get a furlough and has come to the conclusion that furloughs are all a “hoax.”

Haven’t anything more to write at present. Give my biggest respects to the gals and boys to Wrightsville. Write soon again and remember your friend, — Dan

P. S. Direct to Washington, D. C.


¹ Shaler commanded the prisoner of war camp at Johnson’s Island on the shores of Lake Erie in the winter of 1863-1864, with his regiment serving as prison guards. He was back with his brigade in 1864 in time to participate in the Overland Campaign. VI Corps had been reorganized, and Shaler’s brigade served in General Horatio Wright’s first division. This brigade was on the army’s right flank in the Battle of the Wilderness on May 6, 1864. At first, it was in a “refused” position facing north, thus protecting the rest of the corps. Then it was drawn into the main line of battle, supporting its fight with LG Richard S. Ewell’s corps. As a result, Shaler’s brigade was flanked by Confederate troops led by Brigadier General John Brown Gordon that had swung northward to attack the Union right flank. Shaler and Brigadier General Truman Seymour were among the Union soldiers captured in his foray. Shaler was trying to rally his men when he was made a captive. He was sent to Libby Prison, in Richmond, Virginia and then to Macon, Georgia.

1862: Theodore P. Johnston to Sister

This letter was written by 61 year-old Theodore P. Johnston (1801-1884), the son of William S. Johnston and Mary Hall of Eversham, Wythe county, Virginia. By the 1840’s, Theodore had married and relocated to Athens, Tennessee. By 1850, he had relocated to Chattanooga Valley, Walker county, Georgia. In 1860, Theodore was enumerated at Lafayette, Walker county, Georgia. After his first wife died, Theodore married Matilda Crockette (b. 1802) who bore him several children. Three of his sons— Oscar F. (1830-1898), George T. (1835-1862), and James Bradford (“Jimmy”) Johnston (1844-1913) are mentioned in this letter. He also mentions three of his daughters—Matilda and Ann, b. 1827, and Mary (b. 1833).

Oscar was a graduate of the US Naval Academy in 1852. During the Civil War, he served the Confederacy as a lieutenant in the Navy. He served on the ironclad floating battery CSS Georgia and then joined the crew of the CSS Savannah. He later served on the CSS Virginia II and the CSS Peedee. He was married to Mary Irvin Leet (1845-1865) in 1862. After her death, he married Belle Billups (1847-1917).

George T. Johnston served as a private in the 4th Georgia Infantry. He was killed on 8 October 1862 at the Battle of Perryville in Kentucky.

Jimmy Johnson served as a private in Co. G, 9th Georgia Infantry.

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An antebellum Georgia Cotton Plantation (Cowan Auctions)

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Lafayette, Georgia
August 22d 1862

My Dear Sister,

After my respects and best love to self and dear niece Fannie, I must inform you of the receipt of your kind letter in answer to mine of which I was fearful for some time you had not received as I did not get it for so long a time. I was fearful I had not given the right direction to it, so I was much pleased to hear from you and the children was delighted to hear from their new relations. Oh, what a time they have had lately. I will commence by stating that Oscar came home shortly after I returned and was married to Miss Leet—a very pretty girl [and] one that we all knew and was well pleased with, having had her in our family over 2 years. She is like our own. They were married sooner than we expected when I wrote to you before owing to his being up here at the time and not knowing how soon the Yanks might get him. She thought it best to make hay while the sun shone and so they were married and he has gone back to his station which is the floating battery at Savannah, Georgia.

In the meantime, George came home from Shiloh having been in the western army for some time—15 or 18 months. He returned to his command for a few days and obtained a permit to remain at home for a short time and I went after him and he is now at home and they are having a good time now. They have been separated for over seven years and he seems like another added to the family. So you see we have had two accessions to our family since I returned. All this, my dear Sister, has kept me in some measure from thinking about this unholy war that is upon us.

I was glad to hear that Fannie has heard from her brother Joseph. I do hope he may become steady and a help to her instead of a drawback as I was afraid of when I was there. It is so hard for sisters to be annoyed by dissipative brothers, but it seems to me that if the country is saved at all, the Ladies will be in it as they are foremost in doing good wherever I have traveled and I think I notice these things as close as most of men and I am willing to give them all praise, and they will be rewarded in the end by Him that rules on high, by returning to them their brothers, husbands, and sweethearts—sober, steady, and God-fearing men I hope.

We have had two letters from Jimmy lately. He is with Jackson in the Valley of Virginia near Gordonsville and was hearty and well. I have no fear of him as regards dissipation and he sends his money home regularly. He has sent home $170 or 80 (since he left home). Matilda is at Tryon trying to make up lost time. She will bring the cotton up with her when she comes home and I hope will be able to let me know whether she can come up or not. If she don’t, I will and bring one of the children with me. I have been put back mightily by the troops passing by from Corinth. So many and all wanting something. It seems to me that the whole western country is in the army—poor fellows. What they have suffered. I am in hopes that our country will soon be rid of those that seek our destruction.

My dear sister, I cannot bear the idea of becoming subservient to a heartless set of creatures who have not the fear of God before them and set His word and the law of Nations at defiance—all for their own aggrandizement and villainous purposes. It would be a great relief to me if I could keep from studying about this wicked war [even] if it was only long enough to write you and dear Fanny a good, kind letter. It seems to me that all the good feelings and thoughts are gone or turn to hatred, and each day adds to its flame so that I fear I never will be rational again. Forgive me dear sister, I ought not to say one word to you about these things for well do I know that you would far rather think and talk about better things.

Ann and Mollie are both with me today. Ann has two [children]—a son and daughter. Mollie has a daughter. All fine little ones and that would in other times and under other circumstances entertain and employ our minds and employ our time in a far better way and much more satisfaction to all concerned. It would add so much to our happiness to have you and Fanny with us while we were all together but the question arrises how on earth is that to be done in your helpless condition. I would undergo anything in the way of expense and the trouble would be a pleasure if the thing could be accomplished.

Well, while they are all gone to meeting, I am trying to write to you but my mind wanders from one [thing] to another, all under other circumstances would make me quite happy. But there is still thus uneasiness hurting me—not being able to see [you] and of this strife. It is a source of pleasure to me to think there are some old friends and some new ones there that sends howdy to a rough old stick like myself, but I still hope to see once again some of them and have a good shake of the hand from them as of old.

Remember me to all—especially to those mentioned in Fannie’s letter, and her Wythe friends when she sees them. Tell Fannie she has my best wishes for her good luck in getting a good, clever fellow for her husband and that I would like to see her prosper in this work for the sake of her excellent Mother and for her kindness to me while with you. I am so sorry to hear of Mr. Staly’s neighborhood. Tell the Black ones that I am glad they send howdy to me. I will try to remember them. Tell Little Frank to be good to Old Missie and I will remember him if I don’t die soon. When I come, I will have something for all of them, I hope. Get Fannie to answer this and tell Ma all the news and what her own prospects are and all about her sister Matilda’s and her Uncle’s if she can hear. I am interested in them all.

Now, my dear sister, goodbye. May God bless you and take you to himself. Your brother till death, — Theodore P. Johnston

1862: Samuel May Fleming to Augustus Stair

This letter was written by Sgt. Samuel May Fleming (1838-1916) of Co. A, 78th Pennsylvania Infantry. Samuel enlisted as a musician in October 1861 but was quickly promoted to sergeant. He was discharged on 4 November 1864 after three years of service.

Samuel was the son of James Fleming (1810-1864) and Elizabeth Shirley (1808-1889) of Washington township, Indiana county, Pennsylvania. He wrote the letter to Augustus Stair (1829-1909), a stone mason who was a near neighbor to the Fleming farm. It should be noted that Samuel spelled Augustus’s name as “Steer” as did census takers, but the name on the headstone is “Augustus Stair.”

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Addressed to Augustus Steer, Chambersville, Indiana county, Penna.
Postmarked “Nashville, Ten.”

Camp Bill Sirwell
Maury county, Tennessee
April 12, [1862]

Friend Gust,

I take the present time to write a few thoughts to you after my respects to you and your family. I am well and hope you are enjoying the same donation. Well, Gust, it is a good while since I got your letter. I ought to have wrote sooner but if you will excuse me, I will tell you a little of what’s going on down here.

We are encamped about 35 miles south of Nashville along the railroad engaged in guarding the bridges. Our regiment has about 30 miles of railroad to guard. Col. [William G.] Sirwell has had his headquarters at Franklin. There is three companies here under the charge of Capt. [William] Cummins.

One of the greatest and bloodiest battles of modern times was fought at Pittsburgh Landing near Corinth, Mississippi, 70 miles south of here. It resulted in the complete rout of the rebels. The arch traitor General [Albert S.] Johnston was killed. Beauregard had his arm shot off. It was a glorious but dear bought victory. Our loss in killed and wounded from 18 to 20 thousand. That of the rebels 40 thousand.

The citizens around here takes it very hard—the women in particular. Many of them had sons, brothers, husbands, and fathers in the fight. The panic is awful. They think they [were] wiped out. There is no hope for the success of their cause. You may expect to hear of the funeral of Rebellion ‘ere long. It’s thought by many that this is the last battle but time will tell these things. The victory at Island No. 10 was a glorious one too. At that place, there were 3 Generals, 6 thousand prisoners, 100 siege guns, besides a large number of field pieces and other stores captured.

We have a first rate time here. Nothing to do except go on guard every 4th day, plenty to eat, and all in good health. The citizens around here uses us very well but they are all secesh. The women comes to camp to see us and to gratify the curiosity they have to see a Yankee.

This is the prettiest country ever I saw. It beats Old Pa. in everything & quality. The corn is planted and some of it is up. It would make you laugh to see hiw they farm. Old negroes, very poor oxen and mules with old harness—not harness but old backbands made out of cloth, old rope lines tied to the bridle bit at each side. Worse yet, they have nothing but old wooden plows that you would not score out with.

But I must soon close for the mail will go out before long. It is very pleasant weather here. There is a little rain now and then but that don’t trouble us much. We enjoy ourselves in fishing, pitching rings, wrestling, and various other employments.

Let Father read this if you please. I have nothing more to write that would interest you. Excuse all mistakes and bad writing. I wrote to Gill yesterday and I will write to Sady in a day or two. Give my respects to Adam Carnahan. I wrote to him a letter a long time ago. I don’t know whether he got it or not.

Tell the Home Guards to not be scared. They are in no danger yet and I think they will get leave to stay at home to reap the rewards of their C. Y. [cowardly] conduct.

Nothing more at present but remain your friend, — S. Fleming

To Augustus Steer

1864: David Washington Humphrey to Julia Ann Studebaker

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Members of the 78th Pennsylvania Volunteers on Lookout Mountain

These three letters were written by David Washington Humphrey [Humphries] (1843-1871) who enlisted in Co. H, 78th Pennsylvania Volunteers and was mustered into the federal service on 12 October 1861 for three years. He was promoted to a corporal on 17 December 1863 and mustered out with the company on 4 November 1864.

David was the son of William Humphrey (1799-1864) and Elizabeth Dunbar (1804-1890) of Worth, Butler county, Pennsylvania. He wrote the letters to Julia Ann Studebaker (1845-1913) whom he married on 29 December 1864 after being discharged from the service.

All three of these letters were written from Camp Starkweather which was located near Summerville on top of and at the north end of Lookout Mountain where the regiment spent the winter of 1863-64. The regiment did not participate in the Battles of Lookout Mountain & Missionary Ridge although they were eyewitness to the battles from their post inside of Fort Negley near Chattanooga.

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Camp Starkweather
Lookout Mountain
January 3rd 1864

My Beloved Julia,

I am once more permitted to address a few lines to you to inform you that I am well and sincerely hope these few lines may find you enjoying the same great blessing. I have not much of importance to write but I will try and scribble something to interest you.

I was on picket the night before New Year’s and when I came into camp on New Year’s morning, I got your letter but I could scarcely read it. It rained all day the day I was on picket and at night it got as cold as Greenland and we could not sleep a wink and I caught cold in my eyes so that I could not keep them open five minutes all day on New Year’s, but one or two nights sleep made them all right again. The weather has been middling cold up on this mountain ever since we came up here.

There was a ball up here on Christmas and one on New Year’s nights but I did not go to either one. I guess they did not amount to much. Everything is very dull up here. We very seldom ever get any papers and for that reason we do not know what is going on in the lower world. This mountain is three thousand feet above the level of Chattanooga. A person can see six different states from this mountain—Kentucky, Virginia, North and South Carolina, Georgia, and Tennessee.

This is Sunday and I did not know it until about one hour ago. We hardly ever know when Sunday comes until it is over. I received a letter from Ruth the same time I got yours. We have not got our boxes yet but I think it will soon be here. We are living pretty well now. We have biscuits every meal. I baked a lot today. You ought to see me in the dough mixing them up. I can make very good biscuits over the left. Well I must get some more paper. This sheet is full and nothing in it after all.

It is not much wonder you had such a storm up there after Jake getting married but such things will happen in the best regulated families.

I wrote to you about ten days ago and I suppose you have got it before this time. I have give up the notion of reenlisting. Tell John that I want him to write to me. I think that will be a very nice dress that you sent me a sample of but all that spites me is that I can not see you wear it for some time yet. But I hope the time is not far distant when we will meet again—but we will have to wait patiently for the wheels of time rolls very slow. But when we do meet, I trust it will be a happy meeting.

Well, my love, I must soon close for the present hoping to hear from you soon. Write soon for I love to hear from you. Excuse all mistakes, blots, and poor writing, if you please. I remain yours as ever, — D. W. H.


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Camp Starkweather
Lookout Mountain
January 17th 1864

My Dear Miss Julia,

I am now seated to reply to a very kind and welcome letter which I received from you on the 15th. Your letter found me well with the exception of a very bad cold, hoping that these few lines may find you in the best of health. I will proceed to inform you of what is going on in this wooden country.

The army is quietly encamped here in winter quarters. The cars came through to this place on the 15th for the first and I think we will soon get full rations again and I hope how soon it may be. The weather is not so cold now but it was awful cold about New Year’s. Lots of the boys froze their feet up here about that time but I think our coldest weather is over now. And when the weather is once over, our time will soon run around. It is said by some men that ought to know that our time will be out the 1st of June but I think we will have to stay until the 12th of October—the time that we was mustered into the U. S. Service. I heard yesterday that Col. [William] Sirwell is coming back and I hope it is so for we have very hard times getting along with Lt. Col. [Archibald] Blakeley.

D[avid] L. McNees and me has not got our box yet but expect to get it in a few days now. D. L. was telling me the other day that he heard that John Bennett was coming to this regiment. In your next, tell me if it is so or not. Lieut. Sam McBride is commanding our company. Capt. [Hugh A.] Ayres is under arrest upon some charge that D. L. McNees preferred against him and I suppose he will be tried by a court martial after he was reduced to the ranks. I have a notion to pull his nose for writing about my promotion. I did not want any person at home to know that.

This is Sunday and we will have inspection of arms and I must soon get ready for it.

Tell John that I have a crow to pick with him when I get home for what he said about you if he does not take it back. I am afraid they are imposing on you in my absence but if I get home, I will make it all right.

The orderly just now says there will be no inspection. Bully for that. Well for something else and I am at a loss to know what.

In your next letter, let me know who all is going with the girls and if any person is likely to be married and if so, who to.

Well, Julia, you want[ed] a long letter and I suppose I must write you a long letter but I will not say there will be much sense in it. 28 months ago today I left home—a day that I will remember as long as I live. That was the last time I beheld you in all your beauty. I thought you looked sweeter on that morning than I had ever seen you before and I wish I could see you this morning as I did then. But that cannot be yet awhile. It was a hard parting but duty demanded it. We all owe a great duty to our country and that must be performed first and then if we can have the pleasure, let us have it. But I will not enlist again now. Let them that has not been out come and serve their three years and if there is need of anymore, then I am willing to try it again. But I think the coming summer will end this war or at least it ought to if it is managed right.

Well, dear Julia, I must now close. I have nothing more to write—either sense or nonsense. Excuse all mistakes for I expect they are numerous. Write soon for I love to hear from you.

I will now close for the present. I remain yours as ever, — D. W. H.


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Camp Starkweather
Lookout Mountain, Tennessee
April 24th 1864

Dear Julia,

I am now seated to acknowledge the receipt of your letter of the 10th instant. I was very glad to hear from you and to hear that you are getting along so well and hope you will soon be well. I am enjoying excellent health at present. I may as well tell you now that I have very little news to write. There is nothing transpiring here that will interest any at home but everything that takes place at home interests a soldier.

The weather has become quite pleasant but still not too warm to be comfortable on the mountain. There is various reports about what we are going to do. We have a report that we will go out to the division; next that we are going to be provost guards for General Thomas. The regiment that is there now (the 10th Ohio) will leave for home next month—their term of service having expired. But no one knows what we will do. The 13th Michigan ¹ is up here now. They are pioneers. Their Colonel [Michael Shoemaker] has assumed command of all the forces on the mountain. He has an older commission than our colonel.

We drill about four hours every day now. We have a very large regiment now. We have all of the 79th Pennsylvania Volunteers that did not reenlist and a great many recruits that came for them and we have got some recruits for our own regiment. There was three came for our company today. They are all from Butler.

Well, I must soon close. It is after tattoo now and I will be on guard tomorrow. I received a letter a few days ago from Ruth but there was not much news in it. She had the toothache when she wrote.

When you write, give me all the news. Anything from home will be interesting to me. Write soon for I love to hear from you. I will now close for the present, hoping to hear from you soon. I remain yours, affectionately, — D. W. Humphrey

¹ Engineer duty at Chattanooga during the winter of 1863-64 and stationed at Lookout Mountain constructing military hospitals until September 1864.

 

1865: Jesse Clark Osgood to Cousin Jennie

Jesse Clark Osgood
A post war image of Jesse Clark Osgood posted on a family blog by Tonya Graham Jamois in 2010

This letter was written by Jesse Clark Osgood (1837-1918), the son of Thaddeus Osgood (1804-1853) and Abigail Bridges Clark (1810-1838) of Salem, Essex county, Massachusetts. Jesse enlisted on 30 September 1861 in Co. A, 26th Massachusetts Infantry. He remained with the regiment until mustering out at Savannah on 26 August 1865.

Jesse’s pension file suggests that he returned home from the war with broken health. A portion of the record states that, “while a member of the organization aforesaid, in the service and in the line of his duty at Forts Jackson & St. Philip in the State of Louisiana on or about the 19 day of April 1862, he took cold from wading in the swamps at the Quarantine station near Fort Jackson which brought on an attack of asthma of a severe and malignant character. That he was treated as follows: in camp; and at the regimental hospital at New Orleans by the Surgeon of the regiment Dr. JG. Bradt between the 25 of July and through the 30 of September 1862. That he has not been employed in the military or naval service otherwise than as stated above. That since leaving the service this applicant has resided in the town of Greenville in the State of Illinois, and at Florence, Marion County, Kansas, and his occupation has been that of a Dentist. That prior to his entry into the service above named he was a man of good, sound, physical health, except slight asthmatical affection from youth, being when enrolled as a farmer. That he is now three fourths disabled from obtaining his subsistence by manual labor by reason of his injuries, above described, received in the service of the United States; and he therefore makes this declaration for the purpose of being placed on the invalid pension roll of the United States.”

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Winchester, Virginia
March 6th 1865

Dear cousin Jennie,

I received your letter, dated February 26th, on the third of March, and I was very glad to hear from you. James Upham got back to the Battalion this evening, and he has just been into my tent, and I have had a good talk with him. I can tell you I was glad to see him. He brought me the bundle that Aunt Fanny sent and the sausages did not get jam[m]ed in the least, and Theodore Conihe and I will have them for breakfast in the morning. It makes my mouth water to look at them. And the paper and envelopes did not get greased in the least, and this is some of the paper that was sent, so you see that part of it will get back home very soon. And I have eaten that piece of lemon cake. It did taste so good. Ted and I will eat the rest for breakfast. And your Aunt Hannah Trull sent me a nice pair of stockings for which I am very thankful. I think that I shall write her a letter for I think it is very kind in her to remember me, and James Upham said that Aunt Hannah gave him a pair of stockings. Tell Aunt Fannie that one of the towels got quite greasy but I can wash it. They are real good towels.

James Upham was at Washington on the fourth of March. He saw the President several times. He had a nice time, but said that his furlough was not half long enough. I think that he will [be] homesick for some time.

We heard from General Sheridan today. He has captured about eighteen thousand of General Early’s troops and it is reported that he has taken General Early. I hope that it will prove true. We had to be on the alert last night for the Rebel General [Thomas L.] Rosser is between here and Stasburg and he was intending to make a raid through here while General Sheridan is away and all of the men had to put on their equipments and lay by their guns all night for there is not a very large force here now but they did not see fit to come. If they had come, I think that they would have got a warm reception. But we have had reinforcements of about four hundred Cavalry today and I guess that we can whip them if they come tonight.

I think that you had quite a lot of Christmas presents. I suppose that you have fine times a coasting this winter. If you had some of the steep hills that we have here, it would take you most all day to walk back up the hill.

Now dear Jenny, I must close. Give my love to your father and mother and also to Edward and George and to Susey and a kiss in the bargain and also to Grandfather & Grandmother & Aunt Fanny & to Uncle Joshua & Family and to all enquiring friends and keep a lot of love for yourself.

From your affectionate cousin, — Jesse C. Osgood

1863: Unknown Soldier in Slocum’s XII Corps

This letter was undoubtedly written by a member of either Alpheus S. Williams’ Division or by a member of the 2nd or 3rd Brigade in John W. Geary’s Division—both Divisions being members of Gen. Slocum’s XII Corps in January 1863 when this letter was written. Several relatively new regiments who had yet to see any action in the war were a part of Slocum’s Corps.

The soldier signed his name but I am unable to make out the surname. His initials appear to be W. R. and his surname appears to start with the letters “St.”

In any event, the letter contains a great description of what has become known as “Burnside’s Mud March” in which Williams’ and Geary’s Divisions of Slocum’s XII Corps participated, leaving on 19 January 1863 from Stafford Court House on the road to Dumfries, under orders to hook up with the main force of Burnside’s army at Banks Ford. By the night of the 24th of January, they were back to a camp near Stafford Court House, Virginia.

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Camp near Stafford Court House, Va.
January 25, 1862 [1863]

Dear Brother,

I seat myself this Sabbath morning to drop you a few lines considering it no harm. I am well at present—all but I am bothered a little with sore eyes and a sore tongue but it is nothing serious I think, & I hope these few lines may find you all enjoying the blessing of good health.

We left Fairfax on Monday the 19th and had a very bad march of it through mud and rain. It rained two days and two nights. We got here on Friday afternoon. Some days we did not go more than three or four miles and was on the road nearly all day so you can know that the roads must a been bad. We could a have went further but our artillery and wagons could not get along and we had to keep in a reasonable distance of them.

When we started the roads was froze up. We got along very well the first day but after that we had a time. We had to build bridges across creeks and streams so the infantry could cross but we might as well a waded for we were wet all over anyhow and muddy. You ought to seen some of the boys. You could not tell what kind of clothes they had on for they were mud all over.

Well, we would stop at night and build a fire and make a little coffee and east a hard tack and perhaps then go on guard as wet as a cat and stand in the rain wet to the skin. But all went off first rate—all in good humor—[and we would] start off in the morning again, pouring down the rain and the wind a blowing and some of them cheering and some a singing and some a swearing. I took it all calm and patiently but it went hard for me to march, not having been use to much marching since I left the hospital. But I was always up.

We started with two and some three days rations but a man can’t carry three days rations in a haversack so we marched five days with about 3 days rations. We had only one days rations in the wagons and that was only crackers and sugar and coffee—no meat. The reason we run short was on account of the rain coming on and we were five days instead of three on the road. But we are where we can get rations now. The road was lying full of dead horses and mules that we lost in the march—awful, awful roads. Some places corduroy roads for two or three miles for a stretch but here we are now and don’t know how long we will stay here. I guess we will go west to Fredericksburg.

Slocum reviewed us yesterday and said to us that we had gained as much praise and had endured as much hardships in this march as any battle that we will have to encounter with but I will stand all such marches sooner than go in any more battles for I don’t care about fighting anymore in this war for I am down on it now for I believe it all to be a good deal of imposition and speculation. I thought when I left home I was going to fight for the Union but I think different now. Slocum says we are no longer new troops. We are now old soldiers.

So I must close for the present. I received the letter that sister Martha wrote and was glad to hear from you all. Write soon and let me hear again. I remain your dear brother, — W. R. Stince

I beg an interest in all your prayers.

1864: Samuel Newton to Mary Annette Halley

These letters were written by Samuel Newton (1835-1922) who served in Co. B, 154th Regiment Ohio Volunteer Infantry (OVI) National Guard. The regiment was mustered into Federal service at Camp Dennison, Ohio on 9 May 1864, and mustered out on 1 September 1864 after 100 days service.

Samuel was the son of William Washington Newton (1805-1845) and Catharine John (1809-1901) of Lebanon, Ohio. He was educated at Waynesville (Ohio) Academy. He was a civil engineer, a merchant, and banker at Xenia where he first took up residency in 1849. According to a biographical sketch of Samuel Newton published by the Bowling Green Universities State Library, Samuel’s dream was to own a sugar-cane plantation in Louisiana, but “he never abandoned his civic duties to Xenia. He entered the business community first as an apothecary and later as a bookseller. He was a founder of Trinity Methodist Episcopal Church and played a vital role in planning its construction.”

He wrote these letters to Mary Annette Halley (1836-1888), the daughter of John and Jessie (Spital) Halley of Markinch, Fifeshire, Scotland, where she was born on 26 April 1836. She came with her parents to America and brought up in Vermont. She was graduated from Newbury Seminary, Newbury, Vermont, in 1858, and was preceptress at Xenia Female College, Xenia, Ohio 1858-1864. She died at Xenia in September 1888.  After Mary’s death, Samuel married her sister, Ellizabeth Halley (1842-1927). Mary and Elizabeth Halley’s brother, John Halley, served in the 36th OVI during the Civil War.

[See also—Newton Family Papers, BGSU, MS786.

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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER ONE

Camp Dennison [Ohio]
May 10, 1864

My dear Mary

I arrived here safely on the day after I saw you. There was quite a large deputation of Xenia ladies upon the train, coming down to visit our camp, and the aforesaid visitors were kind enough to bring with them a supply of provisions for the “poor soldier boys.” The occupants of the Post Office and Quartermasters Department receive a full share of the “good things: brought by such visitors as they nearly always desire to occupy our quarters as a dining room. If we could always remain at this place, we should surely miss our share of “pork and beans,” but we expect to leave here tomorrow or next day, destination probably some point on the Baltimore and Ohio Rail Road. New Creek is now spoken of but so many points have been mentioned that I shall hardly feel certain which one is “the one” until the train starts. Military affairs are decidedly “mixed” here; orders of the morning are countermanded in the afternoon.

Upon returning to camp, I found the men much excited on account of a proposition to cut up the 60th Regiment and distribute it among several others, one of them at least bein made smaller. This scheme was foiled by sending a deputation to Columbus who remonstrated with the Governor pretty strongly and succeeded in getting the Madison County Battalion assigned with us, thereby making up a full regiment.

We drew rations for over nine hundred men. The new organization will be known as the 154th Ohio National Guard. This present arrangement proves quite satisfactory to all of the parties concerned as the Madison County men had been very anxious to go with us. If it or some other one equally satisfactory had not been effected, the regiment would have been marched home. Quartermaster Leon Trader went to Cincinnati last night with the understanding that he should return this morning, but succeeded in missing the train and thereby caused some remarks to be made which were not very complimentary. All of the companies have now been mustered into the United States service, but not for quite five years as I understand some persons have been kind enough to report to the good proph. of Xenia.

This has been the most unpleasant day that we have yet spent in camp: a cold rain has been falling most of the time and the mud has become sufficiently deep to make the trip to Headquarters quite an undertaking. I hope that it will clear up and become a little warmer before we start on our pleasure excursion. We rather expect to pass through Xenia. I have just heard that Professor King was married during the last Holiday Vacation. Who did he marry and why didn’t he bring his wife out with him?

I discovered a day or two ago that Ball (the celebrated photographist of Cincinnati) has a branch establishment here and concluded to give him a trial upon card photographs. Didn’t succeed very well as you will see by the specimen that I enclose. Don’t fail to tell me. Have one of your own dear face as soon as possible.

Please address your letter to 154th Regiment O. V. I. Camp Dennison until I can give you our new location. I shall make arrangements to have letters forwarded. Write very soon.

Yours truly, — S. Newton


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Camp Dennison, [Ohio]
May 12, 1864

Dear Mary,

We are now busily engaged in packing up, everything in confusion. Will leave here probably between 12 and 4 o’clock, passing through Xenia say between 6 and 10 o’clock. I expect to be in one of rear cars with the officers. With much love,

Yours truly, — S. Newton

Address in future: 154th Regiment, Ohio Volunteer National Guard, New Creek Station, B&O Railroad, Virginia

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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER THREE

Camp Dennison [Ohio]
May 12, 1864 10 A.M.

Dear Chum Mary,

Your letter of yesterday is just opened. I regretted much that I did not see you soon enough to have you stop over. I was looking for you and expected you to get off.

Sorry to hear that you have trouble with [  ]. I would give him $1,800 for his interest, allowing him to draw out also the balance to his credit in the firm [  ]. All the debts owing to the firm and profits since April 1, 1864 would belong to me and I would pay all liabilities. Don’t offer him this much at first as it is a very big price and I only offer it to get rid of him. Don’t trust Murphy too far, If he buys, let it be with the private understanding that it is for yourself or myself. I wouldn’t be willing to have him in the firm. Settlement with S. W. & N all right, credit P & Loss with discrepancy. You are entirely right about the [   ] Question, and the Squire has no business to interfere. I estimate the actual value of his interest at about $1,000 including ¼ of profits since April 1, 1864 and all over that as a bonus for the goodwill of the concern and to get rid of him.

I wrote to you this morning saying that we would pass through Xenia but it has since been decided to go by Marietta Railroad. I intend to telegraph you if possible. Will write perhaps while on the road.

Yours, &c. — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER FOUR

New Creek Station, West Virginia
May 17, 1864

My Dear Mary,

We reached this place on Saturday afternoon after a ride of some fifty hours, changing cars but once (at Ohio River). The first part of our route was much the most tedious—that portion from Columbus to Benwood, being through a sparsely settled region and quite mountainous scenery. After entering Virginia the scenery changes very suddenly, although the first fifty miles are much tamer than the other hundred and twenty-eight, which comprizes the passage over the mountains. If you will examine the illustrations which appeared in Harper’s Magazine some two or three years ago (articles entitled, “A trip over the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad”), you will be able to appreciate the beautiful scenery of this route much better than would be possible for any description that I might give you.

Our camp is located on the North Branch of the Potomac, surrounded upon all sides by mountains and is in as beautiful a place as we saw during the entire route. The location was made famous during Fremont’s Virginia Campaign, some signs of which yet remain in the shape of felled trees and fortifications. There is one fort of some size, now occupied by a mixed lot of three years’ men who have declined to reenlist. The other fortifications consist of only one or two guns each and are not of much strength. One of them is said to be located upon the top of a mountain which commands the entire valley.

We are six miles east of Piedmont which you will remember was attacked by guerrillas less than two weeks ago and a large amount of property burnt. The force here at that time was not sufficiently large to protect both places, but we now have over three regiments located here. It is said that the rebel pickets were within some two or three miles of ours on Sunday night. Not much danger of this place being attacked, however.

It has been raining almost all of the time since we came here and we are able to fully appreciate the excuse (muddy roads) so often given in times past for quietness in the Army of the Potomac. Our camp is upon sandy soil so that we are much more comfirtable than would be expected after the large amount of rain that has fallen. I have not experienced all of the hardships of camp life yet, having made the “village inn” my temporary boarding place. Expect to quit it as soon as we can find a “contraband” for cook. We are provided with the small shelter tents only, consequently when it rains in the manner that it did on Sunday, our quarters are not very dry. In fact, I should prefer the common log cabin that used to be seen in the western country.

While I was writing the above, we were having one of our daily showers. It has now cleared off and the view from the front of my tent is splendid. The mountain sides are covered with forest trees, the dark leaved pine mingled with the chestnut and other trees of a lighter shade of green, giving them a beautifully variegated appearance. One can hardly imagine more handsome scenery than we have before us.

Amongst the places which we passed through on our journey and which have had a name during the present war may be mentioned Grafton which is at the western base of the mountains as Piedmont is at the eastern. We stopped there at breakfast time Saturday morning, found it a good specimen of the Virginia towns, perhaps above rather than below the average. When you hear a Virginia town mentioned, you must not imagine anything like the village of the West or of Yankee-Land, but rather a collection of huts and tumble-down frame houses with in rare instances one or two more pretentious dwellings and if on a line of railroad, perhaps a pretty fair depot. That portion of Xenia known as “Hayti” will compare very favorably with such as I have seen. Such being the Western Virginia towns, what can I expect to see in Old Virginia? Write very soon. With much love, I remain yours truly, — S. N.

Some person being unable to resist the temptation before him has confiscated my inkstand, consequently I have to write with a lead pencil. I hope that you can decipher the letter.


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New Creek Station, West Virginia
Thursday morning, May 24, 1864

My dear, dear Mary

Another week has rolled around and we still remain here. One company of the 154th (Co. F., Capt. King, Lieut. Dan McMillan) has been detached from the regiment and sent to Piedmont, seven miles from here, at the foot of the Alleghany Mountains. The location is not considered a desirable one for the men but is a very important one. The B&O Railroad crossing the North Branch of the Potomac there and also having much valuable property at the station. It is most probable now that the headquarters of the regiment will remain here but some other companies may be sent out upon detached service. I hope that we may remain here until our “hundred days” are over as I consider the location more healthy than any this or that we are likely to be sent to.

On last Saturday I visited some of our picket posts and climbed the highest peak of the New Creek range of mountains. On the summit of this mountain is situated the old Piano Fort (not the kind of a piano forté used in [  ]) which has made loud music in its time but is now deserted. The magazine yet contains a few mementoes of the olden times in the shape of three or four inch shells. I enclose a flower gathered near the fort which you may perhaps value in account of being from a place where I run out and fought. From the top of this mountain we can see the Kenably Mountains which are second in size to the New Creek Range, The scenery is very fine but the country appears almost valueless when compared with the Miami Valley. A Green County farmer would hardly accept one of the farms as a present if coupled with the condition that he should live upon it.

Small bodies of rebels are said to be lurking around but are so insignificant as to be hardly noticed. One squad of our pickets claims to have seen rebel signals during part of one night and three guerrillas in person, but the person in charge of the station being none other than the celebrated Benjamin Franklin January too much reliance should not be placed in the report.

General George W. Cosby has departed. Has become a high private. Has been ordered to Piedmont, &c. &c. Well perhaps our loss may be “King’s” gain. If he cannot again offer to conduct the Dress Parade of the 154th, he may assist company “F” in guarding the Potomac. We shakk endeavor to bear the loss with becoming resignation, remembering the honors that he won upon the banks of the Tennessee River at Pittsburg Landing Battle. Poor George, he and the aforesaid Benjamin Franklin J. may fully consider themselves a persecuted pair.

Your letter of 15th inst. reached me on Thursday and the thought that there was somebody to remember me while I was away “soldiering” have me much pleasure. I wish that the dents containing your “hieroglyphics” (as you call them, very plain to me however) were twice as long and came oftener. Don’t delay writing even if my letters should be “lost in the mails.” I did not know before that you appreciated Mr. Fee about as highly as I do, but even his [  ] would be acceptable to the poor fellows who have… Our chaplain is a good friend of mine but does not appear to be overly anxious to preach. I fear that he will not be the only one that affected by the lazy camp life that we live. I could far prefer to work seventeen or eighteen hours per day as of old.

You speak of Prof. Smith wishing you to teach the Senior Classes in French and Latin during the coming year and if teaching all of the time until Christmas, I should much prefer that you do neither, but want “the dearest girl” in the world to please herself. I want the school of two to reign before Christmas, even that time seems such a long ways off. Consider also the large amount of gossip that the good proph of Xenia would indulge in. Lem Trader has hinted already that he knows something. I hope to receive a letter from you tomorrow evening telling what your “home folks” have to say about your going home this summer. I feel a little anxiety about it, “that’s so.”

Can you manage to read my “hieroglyphics?” If you can’t, I will try to write plainer although it is pretty hard to do so in camp without a desk or even a table.

As ever. Yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER SIX

New Creek Station, West Virginia
May 28, 1864

This is the last letter that I shall write from New Creek for awhile at least. My next letters will be from Greenland to which beautiful ortion of the world we are ordered to march. I feel the appropriateness of Mr. Crowell’s old quotation, “the world goes up and the world goes down, the and the sunshine follows the rain” (the rain follows the rain here more frequently however).

I went to Piedmont on last Wednesday, purchased a lot of lumber and shipped it here, gixed up my tent quite nicely on Thursday, when lo on Friday came marching orders, thereby spoiling all of the nice arrangements that we had made.

Our little pleasure excursion will commence on tomorrow (Sunday) morning and we hope to reach the village of Claysville on the evening of the same day. Don’t you envy us the trip? I would to have the Regiment remain at New Creek, but expect to be very well satisfied with the new location, which is said to be so closely encompassed by mountains that the sun is to be seen fully ten minutes during the twenty-four hours. Probably this is not exactly true, we may see it two or three hours per day during the summer time. I omitted to state that the Greenland to which we are ordered is not the island mentioned in the Geography and the Methodist Hymn Book, but is a Gap in the mountains situated about twenty or twenty-five miles south of this place and only to be reached by marching on a road to which the “Jordan Road” of the Negro Minstrels will compare very favorably.

The position is said to be a very strong one and can be held against an enemy five or six times as large as this garrison. The force situated here will consist of eight companies of the 154th Regiment O. V. N. G., one company of the Second Maryland Cavalry and one section (two guns) of a Battery. It is probable that the two companies of our regiment now on detached service will also rejoin us in a week or two, thus giving us a force of about a thousand men. I think that this position will be our resting place for the next eighty days, after which we will “take our knapsacks” and turn our faces once more towards the O____ State.

You ask if the National Guards will be kept in the service until the war is over. I do not doubt in the least that they will be discharged within thirty days after the “hundred days” are over, but I have strong hopes that the war will be virtually over by that time. It is true that the government has the power to call us out for another tour of service after this is out but I am satisfied that it will not be done.

I hope to see many fine views during the march now before us, which may to some extent repay us for the labor. The “intelligent contraband” who does all cooking and who of course has seen all of Virginia, [—-laid] upon….. &c. &c. (wasn’t a body servant of Jeff Davis though). speaks well of the country, but perhaps this favorable opinion of it is caused by visions of large supplies of eggs & butter on which he expects to feast. Write soon, very soon. Direct as heretofore.

As ever, yours truly, — S. Newton


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Greenland Gap [West Virginia]
May 30, 1864

Dear Mary,

I added a little slip to the letter that I wrote you on Saturday evening stating that orders had come for the regiment to start much earlier than we expected to.

The men got started about 5 o’clock A. M. and reached this place after a march of twelve hours in which some of them were pretty badly used up, but none of them seriously sick. I came with the wagon train which started some three hours later and made the trip in about ten hours. I marched all of the way and stood it quite well. Was rather tired but am all right today.

Our location is a very handsome one. The camp is situated just below a new fort which the 154th will probably have the pleasure of finishing. I will write again in a day or two.

As ever, yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER EIGHT

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
June 5, 1864

Dear Mary,

I have concluded to follow the example you have with me, by writing you a letter on Sunday although I have not as goos a reason for so doing as you have. This day appears more like the Sabbath of a Christian land than any other one since we left home, but still it is very different from the one that you have at home. The exercises here consist of Regimental inspections in morning, preparing a heavy expedition for service towards Rebeldom at from one to 3 o’clock, preaching by Chaplain McCaslin (failed to preach) at 3½ o’clock and then perhaps the equipment of one or two scouting parties will close the day’s business.

I received yyour letter of May 29th on Thursday evening and was sorry to hear of your slight illness and of the attempt at “____ breaking,” hope that it will not be repeated ( i. e. ____breaking). So you have some trouble in deciphering my letters when they are written with a pencil. I owe you an apology for writing them in that way, but sometimes it is almost impossible to write with ink and in such cases I use a pencil rather than postpone sending the documents. Sp Mr. Dru_ considers my penmanship “awful.” Why takes my place in Sunday School? How is the ___ Church getting along? I expect that the walls will be up and the roof on before I get home. I am hardly able to realize that we have been from home over a month but I expect that the remaining ten weeks before I see you again will pass much more slowly. As you are unable to decide about the future, I “guess” that I must say “not later than the last of September” if I get through my soldiering by that time and I see no good reason to doubt my being discharged before then. If Professor Smith insists very strongly upon your teaching the Senior class in Latin and French, I will not say “no” positively, although I prefer that you should not.

What do you think about not sitting up a separate establishment of our own this season, but having my Mother and Sister Em live with us? I wish you to say just what you would prefer about this. I enclose check for $100 which please accept with my compliments. I send it thinking that such a present may be acceptable about the time that my “hundred days” are over. It is made payable to the order of sister Em, so that no person except you two need know who it is for. She will present it at the Bank if you wish her to. If you should need any more money to assist you in getting ready for a “certain time,” don’t fail to let me know.

So Xenia is still jogging on as usual. I hear that you had a little fire for variety last week. So you think that Jim T. and Mamie F. will not be married this fall. If Mrs. Fisher consents, I think that they will although it has only been a short time since Jim tried to make me believe that Clint Nichols was the favored suitor and they they were to be married next winter. James still tells pretty heavy yarns but otherwise is doing rather well. I have heard of his being put upon extra duty but once. I wonder who else are to be married.

Many thanks for your photographs. I shall keep both as even if I desired to make way with one of them a walk of twenty miles to the Potomac River would be too much exercise. Does Mrs. D[aniel] P. Jeffries know anything about our affairs? Dan pretends to know something, but I rather guess I convinced him that he was misinformed. By the way, I found a letter in the mail box a few days ago directed to you in an imitation of my writing, which I am satisfied was written by Jeffries. If it contained anything about me, I should be glad to know what it was, as he is a little inclined to be mischievous.

We are getting pretty comfortably fixed here. I finished my tent yesterday except floor and beds and shall have a more convenient office than before. Our location is a beautiful ine and is the place where the author of Guy Livingston” and “Borden and Bastile” was captured. The latter book is a history of the affair and his captain is at our headquarters nearly every day.

The service here is made more exciting than it was at New Creek. Scouting parties being sent out daily. Haven’t captured anything yet except a body of our own scouts sent out in rebel uniform. Better luck next time.

With much love I remain as ever, yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER NINE

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
Wednesday, June 8, 1864

My Dear Mary,

Your letter of last Thursday reached me on Saturday evening. I wrote to you on last Sunday but as there is something in your letter requiring and immediate answer, I have concluded to give you a double portion this week. So my letter written upon the eve of our departure for “Greenland” was addressed to nobody. If so, you must charge it to our venerable Uncle Samuel who failed to give me a full supply of candles on that memorable day. There being so many inquisitive eyes around, caused me to omit the address until the last moment, and upon that occasion, my supply of candles gave out just as I was finishing your letter and I suppose that I over looked the deficiency. But as you would prefer to receive letters addressed to somebody, I have this time put that part in “at the beginning.”

So the name of “greenland” is associated with the good old Missionary Hymn. We have plenty of mountains but just now the icy part is left out.

The 154th had their first skirmish on Monday last, Madam Rumor to the contrary notwithstanding. A party of about 125 were sent out in Sunday forming a junction with a squad of cavalry, all under command of the Cavalry Major, marched towards Moorfield and when nearly there, met the enemy in ambush by the roadside. Our cavalry were in the advance and lost some four or five men, when the infantry came to the rescue and dispensed the rebels and if the commanding officer had been of the “right stripe,” would probably have captured them and burnt Moorsfield. As it was, the success was not followed up, and our boys all returned to camp last nigh, very weary and footsore, but none wounded or killed. The ene,y’s loss is unknown but supposed to be much the greatest. The boys behaved like veterans and were much chagrined at not being allowed to advance further. I was not on the expedition, but went out with another party on yesterday and returned in the evening without having seen “the enemy.”

But two of the 154th have been wounded during the whole campaign—one at Piedmont (supposed to have been under the command of Captain Whiskey) attached a locomotive and came off second best in the fight. The other found a stick of wood too heavy and lost a toe thereby. Neither case supposed to be dangerous. There are sundry rumors in camp in regard to moving again but they are merely “camp rumors” having no good foundation. It is possible that we may be ordered to move but I think not very likely. If we so, it will probably be back to New Creek or “On to Washington.”

I am well pleased with the arrangements that you propose in regard to our wedding and will notify you about the time that we will return to Xenia as soon as I can find it out myself. Where do you expect to visit after leaving Xenia? I shall be very glad to be in “our city” a little while before our “hundred days” are over, but it could not be right for me to leave “my duty” even if I could obtain a furlough without difficulty. I see from a notice in the Advocate that your school year closes on 22nd inst. which is one week earlier than I expected.

If my “folks” should hear of the skirmish near Moorsfield and be uneasy about me, please quiet their fears.

Life in camp is very dull, therefore don’t restrict yourself to one letter per week but take mercy on me and write more frequently. Believe me as ever, yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TEN

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
Sunday Morn., June 12, 1864

Dearest Mary,

Your letter of last Sunday was received on Wednesday evening. I am happy to be able to state that your fears in regard to the effects of the long march upon me are entirely groundless. In fact, my health has been as god since we arrived here as it ever has been. Have not had anything more than a slight cold since I left Xenia, and that has “departed” long ago. Greenland is one of the “healthy places of the world,” and it really seems that if it was not for bad and “black sand” the people would live almost forever or “dry up and blow away” like they are said to do in some favored place at West (which Harper’s Magazine locates in the Rocky Mountains).

I hear that you Xenians have dreadful reports about the danger here. Mother writes to me that [   ] told her on Saturday that “Jim says that we are in danger every moment.” I expect that Madam Rumor will have at least one half of us killed off before our “hundred days” are over. I consider this post almost as safe as New Castle and you must not be uneasy about us. No body of rebels could come upon us without our having due notice from the Union men around us, and with due notice we could hold the post against a far superior force. Part of the local history is that eighty New York soldiers held the Gap against four or five hundred rebels and were then only conquered by their quarters being burnt—a la Fort Sumter.

The box sent by Dan McMillan arrived last night. Many thanks for your kind wishes. Articles sent from home are chiefly prized on account of the associations. We shall be very well supplied so far as eatables go while we remain here and have a few “greenbacks” left.

I send this letter by Mr. Jeffries who starts for Cincinnati this afternoon on account of the death of his step-father. He intends to return in about a week. By the way, I am certain that he wrote the “toothache” anonymous letter. Was there anything special in it? If so, I should be glad to have a “peep at it,” that’s so.

It is expected that quite a large body of our men will be sent out today or tomorrow with two days rations, destination unknown as yet. I suppose that you have heard of the capture of Staunton. Staunton is the county seat of Augusta county, the second county south of us. If [  ] holds that place, and McNeill’s squad of men should be captured, there will be no necessity for our remaining here, thus my nice tent would have to start upon its travels again. How do the Xenia people feel about John Morgan now? I hope that Mrs. F. will not take the pony into the parlor for a day or two yet. Perhaps however, it would be well for Mr. Allen to have his “Bank” sign taken down and r___ in anticipation of another visit fro the guard.

What do our “thousand and one” kind friends have to say about the coming wedding? Does Professor Smith have any remarks to make? Does he expect the event to take place after the fall term begins?

I wrote to you twice during the last week and was much pleased to receive an equal number from you, and hope that you will continue the good practice. You can hardly know how much good it does a soldier to receive letters from home.

How much of a trip do you wish to make after my hundred days are over? With much love, I remain as ever yours truly, — S. Newton


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New Creek, West Virginia
June 16, 1864

Dear Mary,

Your letter of last Monday has just reached me. You will see by the heading of this that I have McLellan-like, changed my base of operations from Greenland [Gap] to New Creek. The change, however, will be of but short duration for we only came down to attend to some business and expect to return tomorrow or next day. I expect to go to Piedmont this evening and see the boys there for a few hours. I hear that several of them are quite sick—among them Capt. King has been named. Dr. Leigh McClung has been their physician for only about a week but will have to rejoin the regiment immediately. Surgeon [George] Watt having gone out with a force in the direction of Moorsville and Petersburg. Nothing has been heard from the expedition since it left except that it took the road towards Petersburg.

I am very glad that the arrangements in regard to which I wrote you prove satisfactory. I haven’t been troubled by visions of spoiled dinners and suppers which you so feelingly relate.

As I jave much business to attend to before the train leaves (which time is not far off), I shall have to close with a promise of another letter after I reach Greenland, provided the Rebs don’t gobble &c.

With much love, I am yours truly, — S. Newton

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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWELVE

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
Sunday eve., June 19, 1864

My Dearest Mary,

Your very welcome letter was received while at New Creek, from which place I sent you a short note promising to give you the trouble of reading a loner one in a day or two. I returned here (Greenland) in safety and without any very special adventures.

So you have a “cold spell” in Xenia similar to the one [  ] by sundry B____ and upon a visit to Greenland, which aforesaid visit it not yet quite half out. Many of them were grumbling “a good deal” at the weather, but the “subscriber” got along very comfortably. We now have a promise of the other extreme of temperature, which promise will probably be fulfilled unless it should be decided that a little more rain would suit the case better. I wrote home on last night, sending the letter by Jim Thirkield who has a pass to go to Piedmont and return within three days, but intends togo to Xenia and be absent an indefinite length of time. I should not be surprised if he and Maury Miller (who has gone home in the same way) were arrested and sent back here, perhaps in irons. I would have written to Jim by him but feared that he wouldn’t be entirely “safe.” There is a report in camp that Mr. Thirkield’s store was robbed of a large amount of merchandize during this past week. Is it true? Jim says that he received a letter from Maime F. stating the loss at about $3,000.

We received news from our absent boys last night. Some of them got back to camp about eleven o’clock and report that the remainder are encamped about sixteen miles from here on the Moorfield Road. The detachment was in a skirmish but suffered no loss whatever. The cavalry captured two rebel soldiers or bushwhackers four mules, and sundry stuff, &c. which latter were put into immediate use.

L__ Trader attempted to capture some hams but concluded that pork was not very healthy before loading them in the wagon train. He was aided very much in arriving at this conclusion by the view of a few Rebels. He really had quite a narrow escape from being captured. He was here last night but started out with a provision train again this morning. I expect the Xenia people will be favored with frightful reports about the 154th Regiment being cut up badly. Many losses in killed, wounded and missing &c. Not a single man has been lost up to yesterday afternoon. Also please remember when hearing of battles in Virginia that that state is frequently able to have two or three towns of the same name, thus we have our Piedmont in the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad and another one quite distant from here and another south of Richmond (General Butler has thought of making a call at the latter one sometime soon).

I would give a good deal to be in Xenia for a little while, but eight weeks more will soon pass by and I would not go home in the style that “some” fellas have even if I had ten times eight weeks yet to serve.

This “document: I expect will reach you just in the burry of commencement exercises which I hope will pass off pleasantly. Do you have an Alumnae Party this year?

Don’t forget that I have been writing you about two times per week for some time past.

Yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER THIRTEEN

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
June 26th 1864

My Dear Mary,

I was a little disappointed last night on account of not receiving a letter from you, but suppose that I shall have to charge it to the labors incident to the last of your school days. I expect that the fact of being no longer a “school-ma’am” appears decidedly odd to you after your long experience at the business, but I trust that your new occupation will prove a much more pleasant one. I wrote to you on last Thursday sending the letter by Sam’l J. Oakley under cover to Chauncey which letter I suppose that you will receive today.

Our news here is not very startling. Capt. McNeill (the guerrilla leader of this country) is committing some depredations, but not attacking any very large parties of men. One day last week he attacked the wagon train of a company of Home Guards (known here as Swamp Dragoons), destroyed one wagon and captured all of the horses but was repulsed with the loss of his most efficient lieutenant, who was sent to Moorsfield for interment while our forces occupied that place.

Another supply train of the Swamps passed through our camp yesterday and at their request two of our companies (A and E) were detailed to assist in guarding it as they feared another attack from [John Hanson] McNeill. After they had been gone about two hours, news was brought to Headquarters that McNeill was in ambush waiting for the train about eight miles from here on the Petersburg road. Upon this information, two other companies (D & G) were sent out with a detachment of cavalry with the design of getting in his rear and thereby capturing him. In this, they were not successful and returned to camp quite early this morning. Upon arriving at the place indicated they were unable to find any traces of him, but it is the impression here that he was near there and finding our forces too large to cope with, concluded that he had better not make the attack. It is thought possible that he may make an attack at a point about five miles beyond the place where our escort intended to leave the trains, but if companies A and E hear of this, it is most likely that they will go a little farther, and guard them past the expected place of attack.

Our boys will feel very much elated if they capture McNeill as he has eluded the efforts of all the commanders that have been here and at New Creek during the last two years. Perhaps the 154th may have the honor of capturing him, but I fear not as he is noted for being as sharp in eluding his pursuers as Renard.

I guess that you don’t care where we go while making the trip mentioned in a previous letter, although you seem to be a very very little moonstruck. I notice that there is a line of Steamers advertised to run between Cleveland and Lake Superior during July and August and I think that this would be as pleasant a route as we could take, but I fear very much that I cannot get home soon enough for it, our time not expiring until the middle of August with a possibility of being kept for a short time longer. The round trip is advertised to be made in about seven or eight days from place of starting and as I have been absent from my business so long, time will have a little weight in making up the decision. What does “the dearest girl” think about it? If you prefer Jericho, Jimtown, or “any other place,” don’t fail to say so as it quite uncertain whether I can get home before the boats lay up for the season.

With much love, I am as ever, yours truly, — S. Newton


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Headquarters [   ]
Greenland Gap, West Virginia
July 2nd 1864

Dearest Mary,

I have been waiting in vain for a letter from you for a long, long while having received none since the one written June 15 but have finally come to the conclusion that perhaps one or two have been captured by the rebels or miscarried. I still have a little hope of receiving on tomorrow if the mail is not “gobbled up” as it was last night between here and New Creek. I expect that the “rebs” had a good time reading the letters to our boys after the last mail captured, as the carrier reports that it was a large one. Our boys lost their horses in yesterday’s “scrape,” and two in Tuesday—one of them escaping back to New Creek in this affair. Have you received my letters 23rd and 26th ultimo?

Henry Miller reports that there was a regular jam at the Alumnae Party. Were there many persons from a distance? How did it pass off? I have learned through Jeffries and Mrs. Conwell that the King —- M ordered “wedding” has been postponed. If so, I hope that it has been to some certain time and not indefinitely. They have made too many preparations for to be disappointed now.

Have you had any warm weather in Xenia recently? The thermometer is said to have stood at 95° here yesterday, which I think a little warmer than necessary, as my tent stands upon the side hill without a tree more than two feet high within two or three hundred feet. Today is a very little cooler as yet, but you can easily imagine how difficult it is to write letters under such circumstances, eighteen hours labor per day in a civilized country would be pleasant in comparison. But we must console ourselves with the idea that it might be far worse than it is here.

The news in camp is about as dry as the weather. Almost nothing to do except guarding provision trains to and from New Creek. Last night we had a very small variation caused by some of the pickets firing upon what they supposed to be a bear (afterwards found to have been only a hog) just while one of our mail carriers was relating his adventures when in the hands of the rebels that captured him during the afternoon. The long roll was beat and the companies got out into line on very good time, but before any further movement was made, one of the pickets came running in to inform us that they had only fired upon a bear (!). Some search was made for the aforesaid animal by Lieut. Col. Wilson, S. N. and several others but without success. This morning signs of a hog were found instead of bear tracks.

Have you come to a decision about where you will spend the next six weeks? If you go to Vermont, I may endeavor to come home in that way, although it is not quite certain whether I would be able to get leave to do so. I shall be compelled to make this letter shorter than usual as it is nearly time for our mail carriet to make his appearance and the mail is yet to order up.

Don’t fail to write very often—twice a week if possible.

Ever yours, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER FIFTEEN

New Creek, West Virginia
July 6, 1864

My dear Mary,

I received your letter of 2nd inst. on last last night. As this was the first one that I had received from you since the one written June 15th, you may understand how glad I was to see your handwriting once more. You will see by the date of this that we have changed our base of operations to this pleasant village, which pleasant operation will have to be performed again this evening and tomorrow when the 154th OVM returns to Greenland Gap. We left there on afternoon of July 4th taking the longest route (which gave us about 12 miles extra marching) and reached here yesterday morning. The regiment, together with an battery and cavalry, were ordered to fall back to New Creek in order to defend that place from an anticipated attack by the rebels that have been destroying the B&O Railroad beyond Cumberland. The movement caused the loss of a large amount of Government stores and little conveniences that we had got up for ourselves. The march was quite a hard one—many of the boys giving out entirely. I carried from one to two guns for the sick ones nearly all of the first ten or twelve hours of the march but concluded that my own baggage was sufficient load for me during the balance of the time. I got through pretty comfortably. Rode a little distance upon a horse that had been taken by one of our scouts. I reached the place nearly an hour before the regiment.

Now that you are relieved from school duties, I shall expect to receive two or three letters a week from you. If you cannot decipher this, please charge it to the inconveniences of camp life as it [was] written upon a pocket book while the writer is seated upon a blanket.

Yours as ever, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER SIXTEEN

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
July 7, 1864

My Dear Mary,

We arrived here safely this afternoon and found our old quarters in as good order as we could expect. I feel no bad effects from the march except that I am pretty badly sunburnt. But the pain from this will probably subside in the next twenty-four hours. The march was not near so laborious as the one of Monday and Tuesday, the distance being much less. I wrote to you from New Creek on yesterday morning.

I merely send you this note to let you know that we arrived here safely and have not time now (9½ P. M.) to write a larger one.

Write very often. Yours truly, — S. Newton

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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER SEVENTEEN

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
July 10, 1864

My Dear Mary,

YOur note of 6th inst. was received yesterday evening. In it you mention that you have not received a letter from me for a week. This is rather strange as you ought to have received at least two within that time. I wrote to you at the following dates—viz: June 23, 26, July 2, 6 & 7. I expect that the delinquencies will have to be charged to the Post Office Department. At the time you were writing, I had not received and from you for about two weeks.

I hope that you had a pleasant time at the 4th of July Celebration. Ours was slightly different from the Programme that had been made out. Instead of a pleasant little celebration in camp, we spent the afternoon in marching to New Creek by a road that passed over the top of the Alleghany Mountains and in addition to the heavy labor od ascending the mountains, had to march nearly twice as far as necessary. Our stay in New Creek was but short, and on Wednesday afternoon we commenced our journey back to Greenland, this time taking the short road.

How did the Christian Commission Festival pass off? I suppose that they had a grand affair.

We are getting along quietly. Have sundry camp rumors about attacks from the enemy that never take place (the boys had one appointed for last night by 800 cavalry but the programme failed), are not much excited over the Maryland and Pennsylvania raid thinking that it will end in the capture of the rebels, and are much [   ] over the reported capture of Petersburg.

Have you decided positively of whether you will go home this summer? [   ] say that you cannot get ready for a certain event before the latter part of September. I am a little bit disappointed as I had expected it to be immediately after my “hundred days” are out, but if you cannot be ready by that very uncertain time, I must agree to [   ] the “dearest girl” has said. It is somewhat uncertain what time I will be able to get home. The hundred days expire about the middle of August, but we may be held for some time longer, and also may leave to wait some time for a mustering officer to Camp Dennison or Chase.

How is the new Methodist Church getting along and how do the people like its appearance? I regret much that I cannot be at home to superintend some of the work. I wish you to be a “good girl” now that you are out of school and write me real long letters two or three times per week.

Yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER EIGHTEEN

Greenland Gap, W. Virginia
July 16, 1864

Dearest Mary,

Your letter of 7th inst. was received on Wednesday evening. Your letters are always read with much pleasure and no objections will ever be made to the length, even if you are “tempted to attach one or two additional sheets.” I will commence the reply to your letter in the Irishman’s style—at the last page. You enquire whether Jim S. and Mamie P. are yet corresponding. They do not in a direct way but I suspect pretty strongly that it is done under cover to Allie Miller. Jim has written to Miss Allie and I charged him point blank with sending letters in this way to Mamie, but he denied it most positively. His denials do not amount to much however. It would be pretty hard to find a person in the regiment who has a worse reputation that he has generally. I regret that Melin K. and Mrs. M. have difficulty in harmonizing their religious opinions. Both the Baptist and Clinton Presbyterian Churches are very bigoted in their opinions. In one, people cannot go to Heaven without being immersed. The other makes the singing of [Francis] Rouse’s version of the Psalms positively necessary. Possibly Mr. M. may give up some of his opinions about the inspired character of Rouse’s version like our Chaplain and some of the other members of the Psalm-singing churches have here. I noticed the Chaplain joining in the Methodist Long Meter Doxology on last Wednesday evening and I have seen Milton Andrew (partner of Annie Moore’s father) singing hymns several times. I say this not forgetting that you are in favor of using the Psalms in Public Worship, but also remembering that you do not believe in the special inspiration of the Rouse.

What do the Xenia people think about the present raid into Maryland? I consider it an expedition sent out for the join purpose of causing part of Grant’s Army to be withdrawn from the front of Richmond and gathering a large booty from the region overrun. I do not think that they expected to capture either Baltimore or Washington, but they may have hoped to be able to save Richmond by frightening the politicians of Washington into believing that they were in great danger, and thereby cause a considerable portion of Grant’s Army to be withdrawn from their operations at the “front.” I hope that they will not succeed in doing even this.

The news I received here today and the character of the cannonading heard yesterday, it is very probably that the rebels are retreating already. If so, it will most likely be by nearly the same route that they came up. It is possible, however, that they may be driven over to the next valley towards the west in which case they will pass about twenty-five or thirty miles east of here, but would not be likely to attack us, pressed as they would be by General [David] Hunter (who is said to be at Martinsburg now) and by the other Union forces in pursuit. Therefore, you should not be frightened in account of rumors that may be started, only having their foundation in the imaginations of boys who do not know what to write and the fears of people at home. Should there be any difficulty here, you will see it in the Cincinnati Dailies before letters could possibly be received from any person here.

I fear that the arrangements you mention for the coming year at Xenia Female Seminary would not be the best that could be made for the welfare of the Institution. The professor will be very unwise if he does not engage as good a corps of teachers as the L___ Seminary advertises.

Em. writes to me that the festival went off quite pleasantly but does not say anything about the probable profits. As this was the important part of the affair, I should be pleased to hear the result.

I send this letter by Mr. Brewer who goes home on account of sickness in his family. I remain very truly yours, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER NINETEEN

Greenland Gap, W. Virginia
July 21st 1864

My dearest Mary,

Your two letters of 13th and 15th inst. arrived here on Monday and Wednesday respectively. I am quite glad that you are trying to be so “good” in regard to the letter question and hope that you will continue in well-doing. I sent you an epistle (about one and a half sheets in length) by Mr. Brewer of Patten Springs on last Sunday morning. I hope that you were able to finish reading it by Tuesday evening. I wonder if you have to lay my letters aside until you have plenty of vision to decipher them. Your letters do not have to wait many minutes before they are read, and no difficulty has yet been experienced in “making them out,” your predictions to the contrary notwithstanding. At once I have proved you to be a false prophet and can only suggest one method of doing penance for the “sin” which is to make your answers twice as long.

I heard on Tuesday evening that our regiment had been captured with the exception of one man who was killed. As the news  came by way of Xenia and we were not aware of having seen more than three or four rebels at a time since our return from New Creek, some efforts were made to discredit it even if it did come from a place which stories are never told. I will try and send you a dispatch by (grapevine) telegraph if such an unhappy event should occur. What do the “wise proph” who were “shaking their heads” about the danger of Washington &c. have to say now that the rebels are flying as fast as possible and even then unable to carry off all of their  ill gotten booty by reason of the pursuit by Hunter &c.? It is said here today that there has been a fight going on since yesterday at some point between Harper’s Ferry and Winchester. As I am satisfied that we have a sufficient force there, I feel no uneasiness in regard to the result.

We have been having a “dry spell” here like the one that you had recently, but last night the “clerk of the weather” concluded to change the programme and give us some rain. As this was to be considered “new,” I concluded to get up “something new” also, a la Aesth. Soc.  Accordingly, I “shouldered a musket,” “girded on” my revolver &c. and started out deer stalking. I made my bed in a nice soft meadow and was lulled to sleep by the rain-drops pattering upon the rubber poncho (new version of “rain upon the roof”) in which I had rolled myself. In the morning, we climbed one of the Alleghany Mountains in search of deer but had to return without seeing even a single one. This will not compare, however, with the annual deer hunt that Mr. Allen and others take, sometimes spending a fortnight in the woods without getting a single one to show as a trophy.

Please give me a few more sheets of “hieroglyphics” to decipher as soon as possible.

I remain, yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWENTY

Greenland Gap, West Virginia
July 24, 1864

Dear Mary,

Your letter of 13th inst. arrived here on yesterday. I give you credit for being “real good” as this is the third one that I have received during the past week—one of themm however, was delayed on the road.

You must not be very much surprised if my next should be headed “New Creek Station” as there is pretty nearly an even chance of our staying here or being relieved by other troops and going there to take their place. The probabilities are slightly in favor of our going to New Creek. It is possible that we may know which it is to be before this letter is started upon its journey to the “civilized land.”

Judging from the first part of your letter, you have had a small specimen of the fine (!) weather that we have been favored with here for some time past. It has been more comfortable since the time that I went “deer-stalking” and one or two of the nights were quite cold with frost in some places.

Has Professor Smith yet made his arrangements for the next school year? I hope that he will not engage Miss Irwin as I do not think that she would be able to fill the place satisfactorily. It would be pretty had to convince the Professor of this, however, as he seems to think her perfection or as near to it as any person can be in this world.

By the Bye, I have been “drumming” for the school a little since we have been here, and it is possible that next year’s catalogue may contain the names of a couple of Misses from Virginia. I have never seen them but their father (Mr. Seymour) has been in camp for a day or two under charges of selling cattle to rebel contractors after having taken the oath of allegiance. The elder one (Miss Kate) was formerly at Hillsborough Female Seminary [in Ohio] and their father prefers sending to Ohio again.

Our time of return to the “Old Buckeye State” draweth nigh—only about three weeks more and our “hundred days” will be out. I shall not be at all sorry when that time arrives and I recommence working from sixteen to twenty hours per day. Soldier life as I have seen it does not suit me, although my time has been spent very comfortably. After having been in business as closely as I have for the last fifteen years, it seems rather odd to be supplied with so much smaller an allowance of work.

Do the people of Xenia still gossip about our affairs a good deal? Surely some people could not live without talking about the affairs of others.

When you make the talked of visit in the country, do not forget that somebody wants to hear from you very often. As ever, — S. Newton

Today’s mail has arrived without any orders in regard to the talked of march to New Creek.


TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWENTY-TWO

New Creek, West Virginia
Sunday, July 31, 1864

My Dear Mary.

Your letter of 24th July reached me on Wednesday evening. You little thought while writing that the reply would come from this place instead of “Greenland’s Ict (!) Mountains” but such is the fact. I wrote to you a sort note on Sunday evening and sent it by Dr. McClung announcing our safe arrival here. This march was much the easiest one that I have made between the two places. In fact, I felt less fatigued after I arrived here than I did when we left our old quarters. We had been looking for marching orders for some hours and expected that we would have to leave on Tuesday afternoon but were somewhat surprised about 10 P. M. Monday by receiving orders to march at once. The Colonel concluded to give the men three or four hours rest before starting. As I commenced packing up my “possessions” immediately I had but about half an hour’s time to prepare for marching.

I think that our last trip has been made over that road and consider it quite likely that we may be in Ohio again within ten days from this time. It depends somewhat upon the result of the present rebel raid which is assuming much more formidable proportions than any of us expected that it would. They or a part of their force are said to be at Hancock, Maryland, this afternoon and their appearance at that point forty-five miles from Cumberland seems to be disturbing General Kelley very much—even to the extent of ordering the U. S. stores removed from New Creek. Some people in this department are so [   ] as to have but little faith in his bravery &c. Hancock is on the road between Maryland and Virginia at about the narrowest part of the “neck” and if any considerable number of rebels are there, it is most probably with the intention of making a raid into Pennsylvania. The news is making some little excitement in camp but for my part, I do not think that any rebels will make their appearance here. It is possible, however, that some of our forces may be sent after them. In fact, some of our artillery will probably start this evening. If any infantry should be sent, it will most likely be the 6th or 10th Virginia Regiments; our Colonel being in command of this post will be in favor of the 154th remaining here.

So the Xenia folks are troubled with “light fingered gentry.” I suppose that the thieves that entered C___ Vigns’ home stole property belonging to her uncle. If so, I don’t pity him much. Last fall after his discharge from the army, he went around town soliciting aid as a poor soldier nearly out of money, &c. While he was making his appeal to one man, I had curiosity enough to examine his bank account and found that he had $500 or $600 deposited to his credit.

I am not very well pleased with Prof. Smith’s arrangements for this coming year—especially that part which assigns Latin and French to “Miss Halley,” but suppose that I shall have to consent with as good a grace as possible. I think that “that young lady” will have some housekeeping to occupy her mind instead of teaching. So my letter of 21st was opened but not read by my little brother. I expect to enclose this one with one to Em and send them by Chaplain [Robert] McCasslin, hoping that it will not meet with the same sad fate.

The first death in our regiment occurred today—a Mr. [Benjamin F.] Cheney of Fairfield. We had hoped to return home without the loss of a single man and this first one happening so near the end of our term of enlistment makes us feel quite sad. There have been a few cases of desertion but none wounded or missing in battle. Our regiment seems to be among the most favored of the Ohio National Guards. Some have lost very heavily. The 133rd that came home only a few days before we did in the great Hunter raid and suffered like all others engaged therein.

9½ P. M.  The 6th and 10th Virginia are just ordered to Cumberland, consequently we are not likely to leave here, being almost all of the infantry left at this place. Don’t be frightened by the dreadful stories that will surely be written home by sundry persons who like to make people believe that they have passed through great dangers.

Visions of the letter to Em and perhaps one to Chauncey that I have yet to write tonight admonish me to say “good bye.”

With much love, I remain as ever, yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWENTY-THREE

New Creek, West Virginia
Thursday, August 4, 1864

Dearest Mary,

Your letter of July 31st arrived last night. I guess that I shall have to plead “not guilty” to the charge of writing to you but once last week, as you “acknowledge” the receipt of two—one from Greenland dated 24th and one from this place sent by Dr. Paine.

Well, our great scare is over at last, without Cumberland or New Creek being captured—a scare caused by the want of bravery upon the part of somebody at C. principally. The flag of truce demanding the surrender of Cumberland seems to have been sent in by McNeill (who had perhaps two or three hundred men) for the purpose of keeping our forces in the town while he “gobbled up” sundry horses and cattle in the neighborhood. I presume that you have ‘ere this read Gen. [Benjamin Franklin] Kelley’s self-glorifying McClellan-like dispatch to the Governor of West Virginia in regard to the battle [of Cumberland] in which he reports that they fought from 4 P. M. until dark, when the enemy retreated, leaving his killed and wounded, &c. This great battle lasting about four hours was not quite as bloody as some others that have taken place during the war. In fact, the loss may be summed up as follows: one horse killed and three or four men wounded upon our side. The rebels suffered a very little more. I fear that too many of our reported victories have about as much foundation as this one.

So you think that the number of hours work that I have been accustomed to in times past appear rather formidable and would only give your “dissolving views” except on Sundays. I expect that I shall have to “do better” after the latter part of next month, and give you no excuse for wanting to teach some French and Latin. You know that I am not very willing for you to do even this, and would most certainly say “no” to your continuing to be “preceptress.”  How long do you intend to stay at Washington? From present indications I think that we will be at home within two weeks and of course I shall want to see you as soon as possible. Please to continue sending your letters to this place regularly until I advise you that we have left.

When does the King-Morehead wedding take place? I hope not before our return!

7 P. M. The above was written before dinner. While I was at the hotel waiting for dinner, the alarm was given that the rebels were driving our pickets in. The officers went to the fort and sent out Cos. A & H of 154th and 4 companies of the 6th Virginia skirmishing. Some pretty smart work has been done this afternoon but none of the Ohio boys killed. One (Ad Smith) of Xenia wounded and some others from the country. As I write, the cannon have commenced firing. Have been at it nearly all the afternoon. Will write as soon as possible again. Rebel force unknown.

Yours truly, — S. Newton

I feel no anxiety about the assault. Let mother &c. have the news.


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New Creek Station, West Virginia
August 5, 1864

Dear Mary,

I commenced writing to you on yesterday but met with a little interruption before the letter was completed. I added a short note in pencil about the battle up to seven o’clock.

The cannonading that I mentioned was taking place while I was writing was about the close of the affair. The only fighting that took place after that time was a brisk little skirmish that occurred at the post Guard House just about dusk and possibly was a ruse on the part of the rebels to cover their retreat, which commenced at sunset. The rebel force is variously estimated at from fifteen hundred to four thousand—all mounted and under the command of General McCauslin who is also said to have had from two to five pieces of artillery. Rebel prisoners say that their officers understood or force to be quite small, that they expected to take the place quite easily, and were much surprised at the vigorous defense. Their artillery practice was very poor. Citizens living near the place where their guns were placed were most positive that they fired fully one hundred rounds of which we saw the flash of one, heard nothing of their shot or shell. Our artillery was quite severe upon them however. The hardest fighting was at Fort Piano which the rebels captured from our pickets. From this point they fired at us quite sharply with small arms, making our position in the new fort quite lively with the music if musket balls. A large number passed very close to me but I was fortunate enough to escape injury.

Our loss is now stated at nine killed, twenty-four wounded, and a small number missing. None of the 154th are reported killed, seven are wounded (one dangerously Jos. Baldwin of Yellow Springs) and a few missing. The lists will not be made up before tomorrow evening as some of the missing mat yet come in. This morning the 154th together with one section artillery and a squad of cavalry started after the enemy, not with the expectation of bringing on another engagement but more as a reconnaissance in force to discover where the enemy had gone to. We discovered that they had started in the direction of Winchester leaving some of their wounded behind. We learn from prisoners taken that their loss was about sixty.

The only wounded Xenia boys are Ad[am] L. Smith [Co. B] and Milton Fookes [Co. E], both quite slightly.

There is quite a large force here today, reinforcements having been received during the night from Cumberland. General Kelley visited is this morning coming in with one iron-clad car. All quiet this afternoon. No probability of another attack.

As Ever. Yours truly, — S. Newton


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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWENTY-FIVE

New Creek, West Virginia
August 10, 1864

Dearest Mary,

I guess that you have forgotten to write to me twice per week as the last letter that I have received from you is dated July 31st. Don’t forget that there is somebody here who desires to hear from you very often.

I wrote on 5th inst. giving some account of our battle with the rebels under General [John] McCausland and Bradley [Tyler] Johnson. The 154th boys that were wounded in the engagement are all getting along well except Joseph Baldwin of Yellow Springs who died on Monday. Part of those reported missing have since come in, leaving our loss now as follows: killed none, wounded four (1 since died), missing five, whole loss of U. S. forces engaged, killed 9, wounded 24, missing 5.

On last Sunday, Gen. Averell’s Cavalry caught up with McCausland and JOhnson at Morefield, surprising them completely and whipping them badly although the rebels had double the number of men. Between four and five hundred prisoners were tajen besides a great amount of small arms, four pieces of artillery and much of the plunder that they had brought from Chambersburg. General Averell arrived here with the prisoners on last Monday evening. Part of his forces started East this morning and the remainder are now (11½ P. M.) loading their horses on board the cars and will get started by daylight tomorrow morning.

The prisoners were sent to Wheeling yesterday under a guard of about two hundred of the 154th OVNG. I hear this eveving that they have been ordered to go on to Camp Chase, in which case I presume our boys will not return here as our time is so nearly out.

We expect to leave here for Camp Dennison about next Wednesday 17th inst. but may be disappointed. Please continue writing to this place until you hear that we have actually started home, as the letters that reach here after our departure will be forwarded. I feel quite anxious to get back to the Buckeye State once more and see the “loved ones at home.”

Yours truly, — S. Newton

1864: Charles Cadwell Aiken to Lillian M. Aiken

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Charles Cadwell Aiken in later years

This letter was written by Charles Cadwell Aiken (1839-1915), the son of Samuel Malstead Aiken (1807-1885) and Adeline Sarah Fox (1811-1892) of Sheridan, Calhoun county, Michigan. Charles came to Michigan from Wayne county, New York, in 1844 with his family where they settled on 160 acres northeast of Albion in Calhoun county. Charles was married in 1863 to Katherine (“Kate”) Milligan Brown (1845-1931), just two weeks before he entered the service.

From an obituary notice we learn: “Charles enlisted in Albion in March, 1863 in Battery L, 1st Michigan Light Artillery. He became 1st Sergeant of Co. K, 9th Michigan Cavalry, serving first in Kentucky and Tennessee, a participating in the pursuit of Morgan’s Raiders. The winter of 1863-64 he spent in the hospital at Detroit but recovered in time to join his company with General Sherman on the march to the sea, during a part of which he was in command of his company. He also fought in the Battle of the Wilderness. At Aiken, South Carolina, early in 1865, his horse was shot and Mr. Aiken was badly ruptured. As a result of injuries during the service he was an invalid for many years during the latter part of his life, but such was the loving care of his wife that his years were prolonged well beyond the allotted three score and ten.”

[Note: Charles interchangeably refers to himself in the first and third person throughout the letter; he also spelled his surname “Akins” which varies from the public records.]

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Addressed to Miss Lill M. Akins, Albion, Calhoun county, Michigan

Camp near Nicholasville, Kentucky
April 22, 1864
Friday morning

Lille, Sister, Dear,

Charley just received your kind and loving letter. I was so glad to hear that you was all well and enjoying yourselves the best that [you] can. This is the first that I have heard from home since I left. Charley was beginning to think that you all had forgotten him. Three weeks ago today I got to Camp Nelson and the time has pass[ed] away pretty fast. It will be just one week ago tomorrow since I came here to Nicholasville, Kentucky, and I don’t know how long we will stay here nor I don’t care much. We have got a very nice camp ground and have got it clean[ed] up very nice, and we have enough to eat and to drink and not much to do.

I have not done anything yet—only to cook my grub and see what is agoing on. They is about twenty regiments of cavalry scattered around here. Most all of them is dismounted—have no horses. My regiment has not a few but I expect we will all have horses before we leave here and get our pat too. The regiment was paid off two months ago—all but two companies. One company is one of them and some says they will be paid off tomorrow. If they do, I will get my pay with them but I don’t think we will before the first of next month, it is so close at hand. They are a making out the rolls to muster now. We will muster the last day of this month. Then Charley will have quite a nice little pile of greenbacks but I intend to send the most of them home. Don’t you think that will be the best way? Of course you do, and does Charley. Yes indeed, every time.

Charley has got two letters from his wife; got one yesterday and one day before yesterday. The first one was mailed the fourteenth and the other one was mailed the eighteenth and yours was mailed the nineteenth all of this month. I have not got any letters that I told you all to send to Camp Nelson but perhaps they may come around yet. I hope so for it does Charley lots of good to get letters from home. And when I have half of a chance to write, I like to write to you all.

Charley is now sitting in his tent. There is two of the men stars in here with me. We have got a tent about twice as large as the other boys have for us three commands the company. We have not got any commission[ed] officers in our company so we have pretty good times of it. We went to work and made us a bunk out of some rails, drove some crotches in the ground and put some pieces across, and then laid rails across, and put some straw on, and then one blanket on top. So we are up off from the ground.

Well, I can’t think of much more to write this time and it is a gittin’ time to go to bed. The bugle has blown for lights to be put out and I think I have written a letter or two every day since I have come here to someone—but I have nothing else to do much—only to write.

Tell Pa I will send him some money just as soon as I get it and that will be pretty soon. And tell our folks not to be disappointed if they see Charley home now before long. Yes indeed. And tell the folks that Charley is well and quite as fat as a pig. It seems to agree with me first rate so far and I hope it will as long as I stay down here. Tell Bill that I think the war will end in about one year from tonight and tell him not to be in a burry to get married yet awhile. I was very glad that you and N___ both bore inspection and came out as well as any of them, I will have to git both of you a nice present this summer. You did not tell me whether N___had a school or not. Tell Bill I sent him one dollar in Martha’s letter and that I saw Capt. Phillips. He came up here to see me. He is making money like dirt. His headquarters is at Lexington, Kentucky. I think I will go down in a few days to see him. Tell Bill all of the boys from Albion is well. Childs is a Lieutenant in a colored regiment and I expect to be one in this regiment if nothing happens. But I don’t care much about it anyway. I had rather come home and work on the farm. I could make more money—that is so.

Well Lill, I will bid you goodnight. Pleasant dreams to you all and give my love to my dear wife and tell her to keep good courage and I will do the same. Write soon.

Charley thinks some of getting his likeness taken and I don’t know which one to send it to hardly unless I send it to ma and I guess that I will. Please write and tell me what you think about it. No more this time. Goodbye.

From your Brother Sergeant Charley C. Akins to his affectionate sister Lill.

Tell Pa & Ma they must not work too hard and Charley would like to have them write to me. Tell Cornelia and Martha and Mary I would like to hear from them first rate.

 

 

These two tintypes were sold with the letter and may have been members of the Aikens family. At left, possibly Charley’s mother; at right, possibly his sisters.

1863: Thomas Isaac Lenoir to Walter Waightstill Lenoir

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Cover of C. C. Jones’ book entitled, “Captain Lenoir’s Diary”

This letter was written by 45 year-old Thomas (“Tom”) Isaac Lenoir (1817-1882) from his plantation at Forks of Pigeon, Haywood county, North Carolina. Tom was married to Mary Elizabeth (“Lizzie”) Garrett. Early in the war, Tom had served as captain of Co. F, 25th North Carolina but mustered out in late April 1862 and returned home to serve in the local militia and manage his farm.

He wrote the letter to his younger brother, Walter Waightstill Lenoir (1823-1890), of Fort Defiance, Caldwell county, North Carolina. Walter also served in the Confederate army. He was captain of Co. H, 58th North Carolina Volunteers. He was badly wounded in the right leg at the 2nd Battle of Bull Run. It was amputated six inches below the knee. [see 26 September 1862, Thomas I. Lenoir to wife Lizzie]

Thomas Lenoir’s Diary, edited by Carroll C. Jones, is available on Amazon.

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Addressed to Capt. W. W. Lenoir, Fort Defiance, Caldwell county, North Carolina
Postmarked Forks of Pigeon

The Den
January 26th 1863

Dear Brother

Yours of the 19th is received & if I reply to it by today’s mail, I must be quick.

Do as you think best about the Baird notes. You spoke of receiving the money & crediting the bond. I don’t understand the use of that. I believe the bond requires me to make a title to him as soon as certain notes are paid. You can guess just as well as I can when I will have a chance to make him a title & by giving him up the notes. Perhaps I might be bound to make him a title before I could do so with convenience.

If he is particularly anxious to get rid of his money, & you think it proper for me to receive it, perhaps it would be best to let him pay all but ten or twenty dollars, & leave that due upon the note last due, & then he could not complain if I refused to receive the balance until such time as I could conveniently make him a deal. But you know all the circumstances as well as I do, & anything that you may think proper to do about it will suit me. But I would not like to give him a chance to be grumbling & hurrying me.

In a short letter to you last week, mentioned that my stock of leather would probably not be sufficient to shoe both of our families, & advised you to try to get a side or two of sole leather as you will need it about gearing &c. (bridles, backbands, bell collars, home strings, &c. &c.) It can’t be got in this country. When it does sell atall. I believe it is about two dollars per pound.

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Walter Waightstill Lenoir

In one of Lizzie’s letters, we asked you to get us some thread and cloth & sent a memorandum of Nos. &c. From what your folks tell me about their clothes, I think you would do well to be getting some for yourself. Andy says that he has but one pair of winter pants & they are getting thin. Maria has but one linsey dress & the girls have none. My folks think that they can’t possibly do without 2 linsey dresses each every winter & 2 pair shoes. (Lizzie says that Clarissa has 2 dresses & it’s Delia that has none.)

I have let them have 1 pair cotton cards (nearly new) & some cotton & will let them have cotton yarn when they are ready for it. My folks have got so far behind hand with their clothing that I have been hiring some spinning, & the women here about charge 25 cents per yard. If I had house room & could hire two good spinners by the month. I would so so & make all my folks work out.

I mentioned in my last that Delany Trull had his house burned & was begging to remain in yours longer. I suppose it is difficult for him to get any help about building now, & fear that I will just have to go up & put him out.

I am beginning to feel uneasy about my supply of horse food. Have not sold those four mules yet nor the little bay horse & have had no use for them this winter. The mules I feared would not be quite large enough for your work, or perhaps I would have advised you to take two of them instead of the oxen which I bought for you. You will need two good work nags about your place & when you get to mill building, you will want either four good oxen or 2 oxen and two good mules. But mules are so very high that I don’t know whether you ought to buy, & then you have not much to feed them on.

The oxen can go to the woods in the summer.

We have so much snow that I am confined to the house yet, but hope that I am almost well. It is time my letters were started & the boy is waiting. We are all about as usual except Romeo. ¹ He has been sick a few days. Lizzie joins me in love to all.

Your affectionate brother, — Tom


¹ Romeo Lenoir was one of the family slaves. He was born about 1822.

1861: Thomas H. Fernalld to Thomas J. Rolling

This letter was written by Thomas H. Fernalld (1824-1894), the son of William Fernalld (1794-1888) and Betsy Frothingham Purington (1794-1876). Thomas was married to Elizabeth Philly (1829-1885) and resided in McDonough, Chenango county, New York. The couple had at least thirteen children between 1851 and 1875—the most recent addition to the family when this letter was penned was Serilia Jerusha Fernalld (1861-1951).

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McDonough [Chenango county, New York]
August 21, 1861

Dear cousin,

I sit down to write a few lines to you to let you know that we are all well at present and I hope this will find you the same. We have been haying about six weeks. We finished yesterday. We have had pretty good crops of hay this year. You begin to think by this time that we have forgotten you I guess but we have not. I have been talking about writing for a month and have just got at it so you must excuse me for my neglect.

Well, I suppose you want to know about the baby. Well she is a fat, plump baby. We think she is a nice one. Her name is Serelia Jerusha. Don’t you think that is a splendid name? I do. Elizabeth says if that ain’t worth fifty cents, she don’t know what is.

We have been over to Father Philley’s today. They are all well. Serelia has been a black berrying and got wet as a rat and a few berries.

Father received a letter from you last night. We were glad to hear from you that you was well and hearty. I should liked to have been with you on your fishing voyage and seen you haul in some of them big fish. It must have been fun.

Well you wanted to know how the gal got along. Mary Carr is to work to Charles Purdy’s. Lucy M. is at home this summer. Mary don’t have any boy. George Carr is shining round Lucy. Bet and Fan are well. Bet thinks Leander Beebe is shining round her. I don’t know but he is but they ain’t married yet.

Fan had a young yeoman after her last winter but he has quit so she is unfortunate. Thomas and Rebecca J. are well. Two of Thomas’ brothers have enlisted. They were in the battle at Bulls Run. They come out unhurt. Tis James and John Dunning. This war is a bad affair to make the best of it but I don’t know how we can avoid it. We must fight it through the best we can.

Elijah has lost his youngest child. She was taken sick last Sunday night and died Monday just at night. She had fits. The rest of the family is well. Drew and William’s families are well. Good night.

Friday night.

Well, Thomas, I must finish my letter tonight or I can’t send it out tomorrow morning. Luke Carr carries the mail from McDonough to Greene and he is on hand pretty early in the morning. He drives two horses and goes in pretty good style.

Well, I have been over to Woodberry’s today. I found them all well. Woodberry is haying. He manages to finish tomorrow. Marthy is not very well this summer. I looked over to Mr. Sprague’s a number of times this afternoon. I saw Eliza out round. I think she is well but I didn’t get a chance to speak to her. Don’t you think she was over to Woodberry’s the other day to borrow a little shirt, she is making things—shirts and dresses, what does all this mean? What was you about when you was up here round to surprise parties, lest I should scare you too bad. I guess I had better explain myself a little on the subject. She is a making these things for her sister. She has a par of twins so Aunt Eliza is a going to make them some clothes and send to them. They are little boys so don’t be frightened for she is as straight as a candle. Serelia has not got her Bill Huntley yet nor never will. I guess she said to Elizabeth the other day she guessed if nobody hadn’t said anything, she should have had you for she thought enough of you. She says when another fellow comes along, she will have him. They may say what they may. That’s the kind of grit.

If you want to know how I get along without tobacco. I have not touched a bit. Clark has used it all of the time but don’t pay the 50 cents. Give my love to all. Goodbye. Write soon.

T. H. Fernalld to T. J. Rolling

1863: Frank B. Olds to his Aunt & Uncle

This letter was written by Frances (“Frank”) B. Olds (1841-1907) of Co. F, 111th Ohio Volunteer Infantry (OVI) who for some inexplicable reason signed his name on this letter, “B. F. Olds.” Frank’s description of his movements coincide with that of the 111th OVI and in the book, History of the City of Lincoln, Nebraska by Arthur B. Hayes and Samuel D. Cox, we learn that “Company F of the 111th OVI and one other company [Co. A]…were assigned to [garrison] Fort Baker” at Bowling Green over the winter of 1862-63. See also the letter written in January 1863 from Fort Baker by John W. Cleland of Co. F, 111th OVI in which he states, “Our company and Company A are occupying a fort about ¾ of a mile from town on the railroad. We came over here a week ago last Monday and have been repairing the fort since. We had our tents set outside of the fort till today. We got it ready for moving into and moved into it. We have our tents fixed so we can live here quite comfortable now.” The rest of the companies were garrisoned across the Barren river in Fort Buckner.

According to the company roster, Frank Olds enlisted in Co. F, 111th OVI on 15 August 1862 at the age of 21. He mustered out of the company on 27 June 1865. Frank was the son of Rev. Thomas Olds III (1812-1866) and Lemira Sprague (1819-18xx) of Milford, Defiance county, Ohio. After the war, Frank married Viola T. Pamer (1845-1939), became a minister like his father, and eventually relocated to Lawrence, Kansas.

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Fort Baker, Bowling Green, Kentucky
May 8th 1863

Uncle & Aunt,

Dear friends, I am somewhat puzzled to know how to excuse myself for not writing to you before. I have neglected a long time but I trust that you will not think hards of me, but look over my negligence and I will try and do better in the future. I have had a great many letters to write in the last 9 months. I have had a great deal to think of and hope that this will account for my negligence in writing to you.

This morning finds me as well as usual. I have no reason to complain do far as health is concerned, but I have reason to be very thankful to God for his preserving mercy and watchful care over me since I have enlisted in the service of my country. I have been in the army almost nine months and I have enjoyed good health during this time of my soldiery. I trust that I may continue in health so as to do my duty as a soldier. Good health is a blessing to the soldier—surely it is a great blessing to everybody but when we are soldiers far from home & and our dear friends who use to care for us and watch over us, we are apt to appreciate as being a greater blessing.

I suppose of course you would be glad to know I like a soldier’s life. I can tell you that I like it very well, really better than I expected when I enlisted. I am getting somewhat tuffened and adapted to camp life so that I begin to feel at home though I am at war. The work which we have to perform at present is not so hard, but we have many exposures to undergo. Some of the time we have had the hardest kind of labor to perform. We have marched about 400 miles since we came into the service. Marching is the hardest kind of work. When we arrived at this place, we were almost done out by the fatigue of marching. ¹

I will now tell you of the load that we had to carry. It consisted of a musket, several pounds of powder and lead, three days provision, three pints of water. Our bedding, an extra suit of clothes, &c. all this we had to carry on our backs whilst traveling around [and] through Kentucky after the rebels. In this way we traveled day after day of about 35 or 40 days. So you can see that soldiering is not play. We have been at this place about 6 months and have been considerably refreshed from the toils and hardships of marching. Those of us who have not died by disease caused by a succession of hardships are I think stouter and heartier than before. I suppose you would be glad to know how well we fare. I think we fare well. We have plenty of pork and beans (no potatoes), sugar and coffee by the pound, and many other necessaries of life too numerous to mention at present.

As for clothes, we have plenty to wear and on the whole you see we are well provided for. This our poor enemies cannot say. Destitution stares them in the face. In many places the butternuts have but little to eat and nought but butternut colored rags to wear. They say they have a new general in command over them; his name is Starvation. I suppose he is a severe commander. I suppose he is pressing many into his service. Our general is a good commander and it is pleasant to be under his command. I speak now of our great general who is facing them at every point. His name is Plenty. He is well known to all the soldiers of our army but no less known than the rebel general is among his troops, whose name is Starvation.

I understand that some of our friends up North are in favor of this rebel general. All I have to say is if they want to enlist under him, let them do so. If some of them ain’t careful up there, they will be under his command before they know it. Uncle & Aunt, don’t you think that copperheads are acting very wrong towards us soldiers? They are making our troubles worse whilst we have given up all hope of salvation for our country unless we fight hard and  long for it. They are turning against us. Woe be unto such an act in this way. Better for them they had never seen America. Better for them if they had never known what a good government was.

Tell them for me that they had better cease to do us evil or they will finally be brought to dishonor and shame.

Well, I trust that you will write immediately. I want to hear from you. I am your affectionate nephew, — B. F. Olds

Adaline Bailey


¹ According to the regimental history [page 9], “September 19, we went to Louisville; October 2 to Shelbyville; October 4 to Frankfort, and on the 14th of October, started upon our march to Crab Orchard, near the base of the Cumberland Mountains, and dogged the rebel rear guard out of the State. From there we marched to Bowling Green, Kentucky. We will always remember those cheerless marches, barren of results so far as we could see or know; the clouds of suffocating dust, the pitiless Southern sun, the intolerable thirst which drove us to fill our canteens at horse ponds polluted by dead and dying mules.”

 

1861: James Reid to “Lizzie” Reid

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Don Troiani’s painting of a member of the 79th New York State Militia. They wore plaid trousers, with cutaway kilt jackets trimmed with red and white. 

This letter was written by Sgt. James Reid who enlisted as a private in Co. B, 79th New York Infantry (aka, the “Cameron Highlanders”) in May 1861 to serve three years. He rose in the ranks from private to first sergeant before being commissioned a 2d Lieutenant of Co. H, and then a 1st Lieutenant of Co. I. He resigned his commission on 28 April 1863 at Lebanon, Kentucky.

Reid was born in England in 1835. He was married to a woman named Lizzie, born 1843 [died 1895, age 49?], in Ireland. In 1863, Reid is found in the New York City Directory at the address given on this envelope; his occupation was given as “Malster” — a maker of malt. After the war he went into business as a liquor importer and distributor under the name of James Reid & Co. with a store at No. 45 Broad Street. It appears that he used his profits to invest heavily in land speculation, however, and went bankrupt in 1878. By 1880, James was keeping a candy store in New York. It is believed that both he and his wife died before 1900.

When this letter was written in early July 1861, the Highland Guard was at “Camp Lochiel” near Meridian Heights in Washington City. A few days later they went to “Camp Weed” near Alexandria, Virginia. A couple of weeks later, the regiment participated in the Battle of Bull Run where Sgt Reid was taken prisoner and spent six months in a Confederate prison near Richmond. There is a story posted on Civil War Talk alleging that Sarah Emma Edmonds (who disguised herself as a man and enlisted in the Army of the Potomac) fell in love with Reid and deserted about the same time that Reid resigned his commission in 1863. See Lt. James Reid.

In this letter, Reid tells his wife of an encounter with two other members of his own company that attempted to kill him.

[See also—1863: James Reid to wife Lizzie]

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This envelope features imagery depicting slaves fleeing from the plantations in the vicinity of Hampton, Virginia, in 1861 once Gen. Benjamin F. Butler declared them to be “contraband” of war.

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Camp Lochiel
July 5th 1861

My Own Dearest Wife,

I received your letter telling me about the box containing Bob Leishman’s things, and was glad to hear that all was well. We are now settled down in our new camp and I enjoy it a fast deal more than I did our quarters at the College.

We have good tents to live under and each Sergeant has charge of one containing 10 men, thus making it much easier. I have got the best and neatest tent in the camp and the most orderly lot of men, each of whom I believe would almost lay down his life for me—although there are some ugly dispositioned fellows among us.

One of our men [William Holmes of Co. A] was murdered the other night [30 June 1861] in Georgetown by one of our own Regiment. Poor fellow—he received 3 stabs through the left breast and was dead in an instant. I nearly got my life taken by one of our company last Wednesday. Two of our men got fighting in our room and I, being the only sergeant present, went to separate them when one of them turned and dragged me to the floor. We got up again and he struck at me when I immediately knocked him down. Then he got a musket and bayonet and made at me to run me through but one of the 6th Company fellows wrenched that from him and then I got hold of him again and had him right and tight when a companion of his came behind me and cut my head open with a metal canteen filled with water. Both of them have been in the guard house ever since awaiting their trial. They will be tried for attempting the life of Sergeant J. Reid, which crime is punishable with death.

I am glad to tell you my head is almost well. The cut was about 3 inches long.

I hope you received the 6 dollars I sent you. I would have sent more if I had it, but we only get paid for [   ] May and that from the 1st of May, the day we were sworn in till the 1st June. We expect to get paid for the month of June some day next week. I shall send it to you.

I was very very sorry to hear of Mr. Hodges death. Tell Maggie I sincerely condole with her and hope that God will give her strength to bear up in the severe trial. Do all you can to help and comfort her, my dear Lizzie and I will love you the better for it. Well do I know what it is to lose a Father and well do I know the value of comforting words from a true friend.

I scarcely know how to express my thanks to Mrs. & Mr. Carville for the kind interest they take in you and my little darling Kitty. Tell them from me that I shall never forget it.

So it was [  ] who got the revolver after all. I have never seen or heard anything about it here. You must make Adam’s pay the value of it. If I had had it, when I got my head opened, it would have been of service. So dear Lizzie, do look after it now. I require it.

We expect after Congress meets to get orders to march to the attack.

I have nothing more to say at present, only write soon. You don’t know how precious a letter from you is to me. Kiss my darling Kitty as thousand times for me and believe me to be ever your affectionate husband, — James Reid

Sergeant, 79th Regt.

Address:

Sergt. James Reid
Co. B, 79th Regt
Camp Lochiel
Georgetown, D. C.

I expect in the course of a fortnight or so to be promoted to Orderly Sergeant. That is next to the commissioned officers.

1862: Unknown Confederate Soldier to Wife

Unfortunately this letter contains too few clues to aid in the identification of its author who was undoubtedly a Confederate soldier writing from the defenses along the Yazoo River north of Vicksburg in mid-November 1864.

We learn from the letter that the soldier’s wife had just delivered a baby girl. He may have had other children old enough to write named Charlie and Willis. His signature appears to read, “Thomas R.”

The only officer named is “Smith” but his rank and command is not revealed.

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Yazoo Bank
November 17th 1862

My dear Darling,

I am on guard today. I write on a caisson chest while the balance of the company is out drilling. I received your letter of the 13th bearing the intelligence of the little stranger at home. I am more than glad to hear you were doing so well but sympathize with you deeply for I know you must have suffered a great deal having chill & fever at the time. Hope to hear in your next of your chill & fever being broken & you improving. I had much rather it had been a boy but however I can afford to send it a kiss until I can see it. Is it pretty or not? And what have you named her?

Darling, I have started a furlough [request] today but cannot give you any information whether it will be approved by Smith ¹ or not. I think there is a good deal of doubt whether it will get through or not approved.

Darling, when you get able to write, write me a short letter stating that you have no salt nor negro shoes & that you will soon want to kill hogs & negroes are needing their shoes very much & you wish me to come home are sick and not able to attend to it & wish me to come home and attend to it for you. Write some news about the place & health &c. so I can send it up to Smith with a furlough [request] & hopefully he may approve it. If the furlough I send up today is not approved, I will try again & send you a letter with it. Probably it will be a week before I will hear from the one sent up today.

Let me know how you are frequently as I shall be anxious to know whether you are improving or not. Give my love to Ma. Keep the little babes. Tell Charlie & Willis to write to me. May God protect & restore your health is the sincere wish of your affectionate, Thos. R.

All of us are well here. Our detachment turns out every man but one.


¹ Possibly General Martin L. Smith who was in command of the Confederate defenses at Vicksburg at the time. the the fall of 1862, the Confederates sough to block Union access to the Yazoo River by planting batteries at Snyder’s Bluff north of Vicksburg.

1862: Edwin Warren Moise to Seaborn Jones

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Capt. Edwin Warren Moise

This letter was written by Edwin Warren Moise, a South Carolina native, who “raised a company of men for the Confederate army in Columbus, Georgia, where he resided. Known as the “Moise Rangers,” it was one of the few Confederate companies named for a Jewish Confederate. A captain, Moise served with the 7th Cavalry under Gen. Wade Hampton and was one of the commanders of “the Great Beefstake Raid” in 1864.”

Capt. Moise surrendered with Wade Hampton at Greensboro, North Carolina. He “returned to Columbus, Georgia, but saw no future there and then moved to Sumter, South Carolina, where some of his family lived. He built a law practice, went into politics, and wrote for the local newspaper. He became one of the most successful trial lawyers in the region and a noted orator as well. A physically powerful, energetic man, he was a natural leader who campaigned effectively for his many political friends.” [Source: “The Jewish Confederates” by Robert N. Rosen.]

Edwin wrote the letter to Seaborn Jones (1788-1864), a Jacksonian Democrat who served in the 23rd Congress and again in the 29th Congress.

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Addressed to Col. Seaborn Jones, Columbus, Georgia

Camp French
August 10, 1862

Col. Seaborn Jones
Dear Col.,

Your letter by Mr. Cox has come to hand. When Col. Claiborne arrives in camp, I will apply for leave to go home for a few days when I will settle my business with you. I can see no reason for the manner which you have acted towards me. You have shown a distrust of me which I never deserved.

I hopw you will now remain in peace until I come, which will be in two or three weeks and then I will show you how groundless and unjust has been your complaint of me. Till then, I remain yours respectfully, — E. W. Moise

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1863: Joel Winslow to Catherine E. (Creamer) Winslow

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Pvt. Roscoe G. Davenport of Co. H wearing the uniform of the 21st Maine Infantry

This letter was written by 29 year-old Joel L. Winslow (1833-1863) to his wife, Catherine (“Katie”) Elizabeth Creamer (1837-1917) of Nobleboro, Lincoln county, Maine. Joel was the son of Snow Winslow (1793-1851) and Elizabeth Hannah Hoch (1792-1878). Joel and Katie were married on 27 December 1855 at Waldoboro. He was a farmer in Nobelboro in the 1860 US Census.

Joel wrote the letter while serving in Co. I, 21st Maine Infantry. He enlisted with the regiment on 1 October 1862 and was with them when they sailed from New York City to New Orleans in January 1863 when he wrote this letter enroute. Most of the regiment sailed aboard the steamer Onward, but Co. I sailed aboard the steamer Illinois with the 49th Massachusetts Infantry. The Illinois arrived at New Orleans on 31 January and then sailed on upriver to Baton Rouge on 3 February, 1863. The regiment participated in the operations against Port Hudson in March 1863 and then served in Baton Rouge until May when they participated in the siege of Port Hudson.

The “nine-month’s” regiment mustered out on 26 August 1863, but Joel did not return to Maine. He died of chronic diarrhea on 4 August 1863 at a hospital at Mound City, Pulaski county, Illinois, and was buried in the Mound City National Cemetery, Plot E O 4303. [Note some military records give his death date as August 1865 but the U.S. Register of Deaths of Volunteers clearly indicates it was in August 1863.]

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On board the steamship Illinois
off coast of Florida
January 31st, Saturday [1863]

Dearest Katie,

I take this time to write you a few lines to let you know how I am. We left New York a week ago today and got down to Fort Monroe Monday forenoon. We did not stop there but a few hours when we left for New Orleans, I suppose. We have had a very fine passage so far. The Massachusetts 49th Regiment is in board of this ship [too]. They got aboard before our companies did and they got all the bunks so that our boys had to sleep on the hurricane deck but it was all the better for our boys on account of not being seasick. There was the mostest heaving up that ever you saw amongst the Massachusetts boys who slept between decks. Our boys was not much sick. Some of them began to heave before we got out of sight of New York. I have not been seasick a might. I have been as hearty as a bear since we started.

We have been four days and a half out of sight of land. We made land this morning in the coast of Florida. We live on hard bread and fresh beef boiled and coffee and one mess of potatoes. It was very cold coming down from New York till we got off the coast of Georgia when it grew warmer. We expect to go into Key West today where they will take the mail off and I shall get a chance to send this home. We shall go to New Orleans, I believe, when I shall write more.

I expect you are freezing down in Maine now. It is warm enough here to go in your shirt sleeves. I expect we shall be in New Orleans by next Tuesday if nothing happens. We are going along at the rate of ten or twelve knots an hour with all sail set and a full head of steam on. The boat shakes so that I can’t write very well but I guess you will make out to read it. I am writing on the head of a pork barrel.

Give my love to all the folks. Tell Aldy and Isabelle to [be] good girls. I want you to write as often as you can and as soon as I get settled, I will tell you where to direct your letters. I can’t write much more this time. Tell Sis her par has got in sight of the Land of Dixie so guess I won’t write much more this time. It is hard work to write here. I will write as soon as I get ashore.

We lost a man overboard coming out. He belonged to the ship. He was a fire man. Had the delirium tremons. He jumped overboard and before they could get to him with the boat, he sank.

As the dinner is about ready, I will close. So good day dearest Katie. From one who loves you better than all others.

Your own, — Joel Winslow

1862: Franklin Augustus O’Neil to Louisa Margaret (Aldridge) O’Neil

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Purported to be an image of Franklin Augustus O’Neil just prior to his death in 1869 at age 38.

This incredible letter was penned on April 18, 1862 by 31 year-old Sergeant Franklin Augustus O’Neil (1831-1869) of Co. H (later D), 2nd Regiment Confederate Infantry (Bowen’s Brigade) to his wife, Louisa Margaret (Aldridge) O’Neil (1837-1874) of Grenada, Mississippi.  In his letter, Sgt. O’Neil annals a vivid and graphic account of the Battle of Shiloh. O’Neil would later be elected 1st Lieutenant of Co. D, 1st Mississippi Battalion Sharpshooters when the regiments were realigned in May 1862.  He was from Carroll County, Mississippi. He apparently left his regiment in 1863 and moved with his wife to Texas where he died in 1869.

[Note: This letter was published two months ago on Southern History Blog. The location of the original letter is unknown. Only two pages—the first and last—were posted with the transcript. I don’t normally re-post previously published letters but this was too good not to share widely.]

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Corinth, Miss.
April 18, 1862

My dear Wife:

This morning I sent you a letter and now will write you another and will try to give you some of the incidents of the battle of Shiloh, fought on the 6th and 7th of this month.  On Monday night before 10 o’clock, we got orders to cook 2 days rations and be ready to march by 10 o’clock the same night. By that time we were called into line and marched into Iuka—a distance of 9 or 10 miles from Burnesville (the latter being the place where we were stationed) reaching there about an hour by sun Tuesday morning. We there found a large number of our forces drawn up in line of battle and altogether everything looked more like a fight that anything I have ever seen before. We took an advanced position stacked arms, ate breakfast and layed down to rest which was very much needed after marching the night before over the most awful road, often half leg deep in mud and water, wetting our feet thoroughly. On the march we were halted to rest a little just before day. I laid my head on a pine limb and had a refreshing little sleep.

All day Tuesday we lay in the woods near Iuka and also Tuesday night. Wednesday morning about sun up a brisk fire began in front of us, which we believed to be the enemy driving in our pickets but soon found out better. I must own I felt serious when I expected soon to be engaged in a bloody strife and was glad when I found out better. We were called into line and marched back to our camp at Burnesville, getting there about 1 o’clock. Immediately on our arrival we had orders to cook five days rations and be ready to march at a moments warning. Notwithstanding the fatigue of the march the men went willingly to work after a few minutes rest and by 12 o’clock that night all were ready and we laid down to rest.

Just before day Thursday, the long roll beat, all were soon up and armed ready for march. Just about that time the clouds opened and a powerful rain soaked us to the skin. I was more fortunate than the rest for as soon as the rain began I ran to a little house near by and kept dry. About sun up the rain stopped and we were put in line ready for the march. The 15th regiment passed us at that time and I recognized many of my friends but had not time to converse with any of them. We were soon put in motion and marched all day over terrible roads, and for several hours in the morning it rained a slow rain, enough to wet up and make our blankets heavy to carry. Many of the men threw away their blankets. That day we marched 22 miles and lay down in an old field without tents and again that night we had a big rain and wind which made us wet.

Friday morning early we started and made that day only about 8 miles and camped again in an open place without tents, and it was said in 2 or 3 miles of the enemy. That night which was Saturday, we had no rain, but my sleep was not sweet. I had frightful dreams. Sunday morning just as day peeped along the eastern horizon a few volleys of musketry was heard to our north and soon after it was a continued and general roar of small arms accompanied by the heavy booming of cannon which made the very earth shake.

My thoughts were of you, and I knew well that day would send sorrow to many a happy home. We were soon started toward the battlefield but we did not get to fire a gun until 1 o’clock Sunday. About a mile and a half from the battleground we were marched out into an old field, there formed in line of battle, our knapsacks and blankets put in piles and we moved double quick most of the time. It was not long before we met the wounded going back, some slightly wounded and others severely, in wagons. They all told us the enemy was giving back. Some poor fellows looked gastly from loss of blood but they waved their hats and encouraged us on.

Next thing we came in sight of was the Yankee camps and then we began to see the marks of the balls on the sides of the trees mostly very high up. When in a hundred yards or so of the camp, we saw a few dead of both sides, mostly shot thru the head. One poor fellow of our side was lying near the road shot thru the head. He was laying on his back with both legs doubled back under him. The firing was still a good ways from us, the enemy giving back. We then turned to the right and were marched about half a mile and halted. That was about 12 o’clock. About 200 yards in from of us there was a party of men (I don’t known what brigade) drawn up in a battle. Not long after that they opened fire and I knew then that our part would soon be opened. The order “Load” rang along our lines. I found that with my flask, ball and patch I could load faster than the rest.

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Albert Sidney Johnston (1803-1862)

We were then marched back a short distance and the lamented [Albert Sidney] Johnston rode up to us, made a short speech which I could not hear, and we moved rapidly toward a little field where there was a heavy fire going on. I could not see our men engaged. We passed thru a deep hollow full of thick bushes and in that place one of our company was shot thru the leg and left on the field. I had no idea we were in range of any guns but some of the boys said they heard balls whistling. I went running thru the briars and bushes to listen for balls. I knew it was my duty to go, if it was to poke my head in the mouth of a cannon. On getting into the opening I saw that the Yanks had given way, but there lay our men dying and dead. We then stopped and it looked to me like no one knew what to do.

We were marched a little in one direction and then in another, not long though before we were cut off in double quick, passed thru another little field and a Yankee camp, and just as we reached the far side, our men all fired into a thicket, but so save my life, with all the eyes I had, I could see nothing in the shape of a Yankee and consequently did not fire. The ball I had in [my gun] was put there to kill a Yank. We went then [went] about 75 or 100 yards further and sat down on the brink of a very steep hill while heavy firing was going on to our right. Balls were flying over and around us all the time. I kept a sharp lookout for a Yank, for as yet I had not seen a well one and must so, I wanted to see one. I was not long waiting for I soon saw one of the blue coat boys standing behind a tree shooting at us something like 200 yards off. I asked permission to rout him which was gived. I then advanced a few steps in front of our lines to a log and when the scoundrel would put part of his body round the tree to fire on us (and he was careful not to expose much of  his body) I would send a leaden messenger over there which soon made the place too hot for him, for the third broadside from my old deer gun made him leave at a little more than double quick.

Soon after that we advanced to the next hill and came suddenly on a large body of skirmishers, then had some fair shots at about 400 yards, but could not tell with what effect. Several of the enemy were killed and the rest soon fled. At that place one of our men—Joe Holder—was shot thru the side of the face. We then advanced rapidly to the next ridge, passing, it seemed, over ground when some time that had been fought a desperate battle, for one or two little hollows were full of dead Yankees. It was there that I saw more of their dead than any other place. On rising that ridge the next beyond burst out in a blaze of fire and our regiment was soon cut to pieces. I first stood out in open view and fired, but I looked around and saw everybody else behind trees, logs and stumps, so I stepped behind a tree myself but they crowded me so I could not use my gun as I wanted to. On looking somewhat in advance of the regiment I saw a large stump which I ran to and fired near 20 times and not a time without seeing a live Yank to sight at.

All this time many were falling around but that was not my business. I was to kill men and was doing my best. Our flag was soon shot to pieces and has since been sent to Grenada. Two cannon balls went thru it, one through the upper and lower bar. They did not make round holes as one might think they were torn by bushes, but they are certainly the mark of cannon balls. You must go and see it. At last we had the order to advance, and we uncovered and advanced a few steps further and after firing a few rounds, Tom Harper was shot and fell down before me. Capt. Rayburn was near and ordered me to take him to the rear which I did, also three other boys that had been shot and in taking them the balls fell like hail and I felt more in danger than at any other time.  We were fully exposed and I knew well that they would shoot at us. As soon as I took them to a place of safety and gave them water I returned. I don’t think the firing lasted more than 15 minutes after I left.

While we were falling so fast before the tremendous fire of the enemy the 15th regiment came up on our left and opened fire but I did not notice till afterward for when they came, all was smoke and every man for himself. It was at this place and from what Rayburn says, in 20 steps of where I was fighting, that your brother Frank fell. It seemed strange that some of us did not know some of that regiment while we were fighting but we did not. Our eyes were fixed on the enemy. When I came back after giving our boys water and directing them to the hospital, I could not find my regiment and hurried across the ridge covered with dead and wounded and must have passed within a few steps of Frank. I hurried on in the direction of the firing and pitched in with another regiment, but the firing was soon over and the fighting was done for the day except the shelling of us from the gun boats. When I could no longer find a Yankee to shoot at I went on toward the river under command of no one but myself, and I began to think I was a pretty good regiment. I went up on the left of some regiment that was drawn up in line near the river in a little field and while there a shell fell about the center of them, and the way that regiment got away and your humble servant too, was a sight. I guess I made old legs run some that time.

In going back a little ways I met my regiment coming up and I pitched in with them and went still nearer the river than before, but it was of no use. The balls and bombs were thrown so thick and fast that no troops could stand before them. We laid down and covered best we could and retreated by going between hills and such places as would shut us out of the shells. You never saw such dodging in all your life. I noticed some could not help it. I dodged some times when they whistled unusually near my head, but not often for I looked to see them but never saw but one and that was in the first hard fight we had. I saw a ball pass close to my head. It was while I was lying behind my stump shooting so fast. They must have seen my position and shot it with their rifle cannon which it seemed they could use with as much accuracy as we could our small arms. Several musket balls struck the stump while I lay behind it.

When we got out of range of the gunboats, the sun was down and we turned into some Yankee camps and lay down for the night. There was everything in the camp you could call for. Jack and I made some coffee, had cheese, crackers, butter and everything. We got a lot of Yankee letters and read and laughed over them, then made us a bed of Yankee blankets and overcoats and lay down to sleep and we slept too. Though they fired their bombs out from the river all night, none of them fell in our camp. But I learned they fell in others and killed some more through the night. We then had a complete victory and if Buell had not arrived with reinforcements, they would never have shown fight again at that place. But that night he came and many a poor fellow that had escaped the first day unhurt was doomed to fall the next.

By light Monday we were up and hardly got into line before that heavy musketry broke on our ears which told that the destruction of human life had commenced again. We moved a little to the left and soon the enemy’s balls were whistling thru our ranks. I noticed our men were not in a condition to fight. They had lost their energy. They seemed not to care which way the battle went. We soon retired behind a hill and stopped with but little loss on our side. The Yanks came up on top of the hill and we raised a whoop and started toward them. They would not stand—they ran, leaving their overcoats behind. I with several others, got upon the hill in time to get a good fair shot at three of the fellows running through an opening. As the smoke cleared away I saw them double and take one of the others, holding him under the arms. I don’t know whether I shot him because there were other guns firing at the same time.

It was now our turn to run, so we ran under the hill and waited until we thought they were close enough, raised a whoop and went back but this time the enemy could not be seen, but still the balls fell thick and fast, killing several out of the regiment, and one out of our company who was shot thru the head and fell dead at my feet. I never fired atall because I could see nothing to shoot. We soon retreated from that part of the battle ground and must have gone a mile when we were called into action again and had such a fight as the first. They would run a while, then we would run some. In the last fight we never lost a man, killed nor wounded. I thought the roar of battle was greater than at any other time. After fighting til 2 or 3 o’clock Monday it seemed to me the firing ceased by the consent of both parties and we quietly and in good order left the bloody place. But how many slept the long sleep of death on the battlefield, that a few hours before were well and in the prime of life.

I have told you before what I brought away. I could have got anything almost that belongs to an army, but the first place I wanted the enemy off of our land and did not take time to pick up plunder and in the next place I had a great horror of being killed with Yankee booty about me. If I had known when we were coming away I would have got an Enfield rifle. Jack and I picked a tea kettle from the field over the worst road I ever saw. On the battlefield there are many things to excite—horses shot dead and many standing about with their legs broken. Dead men could be seen everywhere lying in all positions. Some had been laid straight and blankets spread over them and other were laid with their hats over their faces. I suppose their friends did it for them when they had time knowing it was the last act of kindness. Nearly all were lying as they fell when they were shot. Some had their features but little changed while others were so much changed that I thought it impossible for their friends to recognize them by their features. Many of their faces were much swollen and almost black. I saw one poor fellow lying on his right side with his head on a small limb which he had tightly grasped with both hands. Poor Harris who was shot thru the head [next to] me Monday, fell backwards with his head turned under his back. I straightened it out and when I left he was turning very black in the face. Marks of cannon balls were to be seen everywhere and I saw one tree shot through and through which was a least 18 inches thick.

One thing that disgusted me as much—I might say more than anything else—was an officer of our army going over the field looking in the pockets of the dead. I saw him go up to a Yankee that was lying by a tree, too badly wounded to move, and ask him if he had any money. I have no doubt hundreds of our men further back were engaged in the same business. You have seen in the papers that our men sought plunder more than victory, and it is all so with at least one third of our men. I acted my part coolly and calmly did all I could to kill enemies of our liberties and shall act so in the future. You seem to fear that our next battle will be bloodier than the first, but I don’t think I will ever get in so heavy a fire again. All day Monday we fought and lost but few men and such is the case generally in battle.

Sunday our little regiment was exposed to the concentrated fire of the entire brigade of General Prentice. We did not capture them but we fought them and crippled them until they were flanked by another part of the army. As we were going to the fight Sunday morning I had sight of Gen. Beauregard. As I expected, he is flesh, blood and looks like other men. He is low of stature, and his hair is nearly white though not from age. Gen. Johnston was a large heavy set man and I liked his appearance very much. I have no doubt but that he was an able general, and our country has lost one of its best men. I understand that he exposed himself more than he ought to have done. But he knew to lose that battle was his ruin, for many had already blamed him for the reverses we had before. And now another defeat would have ruined him. I have told you, I think, of the rain we had on us returning to Corinth for two days and nights. I was wet to the skin but I bore it well. I have not been sick since. A great many of the men are sick and getting sick. I have no doubt from exposure Sunday, Monday and the two days coming to Corinth.

Yesterday I heard Congress passed an act to keep the men now in service 2 years more. If it is so it is for the best. If all the twelve months men were disbanded this spring we would have no army and the Yankees would make an easy conquest. To give up now is our destruction.

Your devoted husband, — F.A. O’Neil, Co D, Miss. Battalion, Bowen Brigade

Battle of Shiloh

 

1861: Francis M. Flory to his Family

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Frank Flory’s 1861 Letter was written on stationery featuring an engraving of the City of Davenport, Iowa

These letters were written by Private Francis (“Franklin”) M. Flory (1845-1864) ¹ of Co. G, 11th Iowa Infantry. This regiment was organized at Davenport between 28 September and 18 October 1861, though members began to assemble at Camp McClellan as early as 20 August 1861. On 16 November, the regiment embarked at Davenport on the good steamer Jennie Whipple, and proceeded to St. Louis, arriving there on the 19th, and going into quarters at the camp of instruction in Benton Barracks. They remained there until December 8th, receiving instruction in drill and camp duties, in which it became fairly proficient before taking the field for active service against the enemy.

According to military records, Pvt. Francis M. Flory was 18 years old (see footnote 1) when he mustered on 15 October 1861 to serve three years in the 11th Iowa. Muster rolls indicate he was present for duty at the Battle of Shiloh, the Siege of Corinth, the Battle of Corinth, the Battle of Port Gibson, Raymond, Jackson, Champion’s Hill, Big Black River Crossing, and the assault on Ft. Beauregard, Vicksburg. After reenlisting, he participated in the Atlanta Campaign where he was killed on 22 July 1864 near Atlanta. He is now buried in the National Cemetery at Marietta, Ga. Plot E-5784.

Pvt. Flory was the son of miller George W. Flory (1813-Aft1880) and Phebe Shandel (1822-Aft1880) of Mount Pleasant, Henry county, Iowa. In 1850, the Flory family resided in Jefferson, Richland county, Ohio.

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The sternwheeler Kate Cassel transported members of the 11th Iowa to Davenport in October 1861

Letter 1

[October 1861]
Davenport, Iowa

Dear Parents,

I take up my pen to let you know that I have arrived safe in Camp McLeland [McClellan]. We have good times here. Our camping ground is in sight of the river. We have good board tents and good bunks. ² We have plenty to eat—good bread, beef, beans, rice, potatoes, pork, sugar, coffee, [and] molasses. I am well pleased with the country.

I hope that you will not fret about me as I am doing well. We reached Burlington about sunset and went aboard the Kate Cassel ³ and got a good supper and started for Davenport. The night was beautiful. We could see everything plain and did not sleep a wink the whole night. We had a race with another boat. The other boat had four miles the start and we come up with her in about an hour and then come the tug of war. For about four hours we had it nip and tuck but finally we got the best of her. We landed in Davenport about 9 o’clock in the morning and marched up to Camp McLeland [McClellan]. We live like kings.

I hope you will write soon and tell me all about everything. How is aunt and cousin? How is Leam? Direct your letters to Davenport, Iowa. But the Captain [Samuel McFarland] is calling the company together.

Yours truly, — F. M. Flory


¹ The 1860 US Census enumerates Frank Flory in his parents home on 18 June 1860 and gives his age as 15. It seems likely that Frank was only 16 when he enlisted though he gave his age to to the recruiting officer as 18.

² Pvt. Flory calls them “board tents” but the accommodations were actually wooden barracks. By mid August 1861, “13 barracks 22×52 capable of holding 1,352 men, also sufficient stalls for 130 horses; a commissariat 20×40 feet, a granary 16×30 feet, a guard house 16×16 feet, an officers’ quarters 20×20 feet” had been erected by a work crew of 26 men. Camp McClellan was the rendezvous of the Eighth, Eleventh, Thirteenth, Fourteenth and Sixteenth regiments of infantry, and also of recruits for the older regiments. The number of troops at the camp was diminished by April 1862 and the Relief Association of Davenport began to refit the camp for an army hospital.

³ Sternwheeler Kate Cassel, built 1854 and dismantled 1863. She was used to transport U. S. troops and supplies during the Civil War.


Letter 2

11th Regt. Iowa Volunteers, Co. G
Near Bolivar, Tennessee
August 29th 1862

My dear sister,

It is with great pleasure that I sit down to write you a few lines to inform you that I am well at present and hoping that this may find you the same. Your letter of the 20th is at hand. I was glad to hear from you and learn that you are all well.

You wanted to know whether I had got your profiles and some stamps or not. I got your profiles and one stamp. I sent you a little paper called the Union Banner. It was got up by the soldiers in this place and a lot of hymns. The chaplain keeps the camp well supplied with such stuff.

We have a nice camp here. It is on the bank of the Hatchie River and we have plenty to eat and that the very best to me. Have built good ovens and have good bread and plenty of it too. The boys are all cheerful and in good spirits and ready for any kind of fun such as whacking from the rebs. We have plenty of apples and peaches and melons and sweet potatoes and vegetables of all kinds.

This place is well fortified and it would take a force of twenty thousands to take it and keep them busy at that. But it’s time to bring my letter to a close as I am on guard today. You must excuse me for writing with a pencil for I had no ink. I wish you would tell Sarepta to write. I have not had a letter from her for three months and I have written five to her. This is all that I have to say at present.

N. B. Be sure and write soon and direct your letters to me in Co. G, 11th Iowa Volunteers, Bolivar, Tennessee

From your affectionate brother, — F. M. Flory


1862: Edward Dearborn Kimball to Nathaniel A. Kimball

These three letters were written by Edward D. Kimball (1810-1867) to his brother, Nathaniel A. Kimball (1822-1862). They were the sons of Nathaniel Kimball (1779-1821) and Sarah Knight (1779-1849) of Rockingham county, New Hampshire. Both brothers lived in Salem, Essex county, Massachusetts, but Edward wrote these letters from Philadelphia, where he had a temporary residence in 1862 at 2010 Walnut Street. Edward was an import merchant and Nathaniel worked as an accountant/secretary in the firm.

A great deal of information about the Kimball family can be found in the Phillips Library at the Peabody Essex Museum. From a summary of that collection, we learn that Edward and Nathaniel, along with another brother named Elbridge Gerry Kimball (1816-1849) traded extensively with the west coast of Africa, the East Indies, Pacific Islands, South America, and Asia.

TRANSCRIPTION LETTER ONE

Philadelphia [Pennsylvania]
February 3d 1862

My Dear Brother Nat,

Enclosed I hand you Messrs. Baring, Brothers, & Co. [of London] yearly account & interest account up to December 31, 1861 showing a balance to Cr. as cash that day ƒ213.19.8 which I presume is like his former yearly account correct, & in anticipation of such being the fact, I herewith hand you my acknowledgment to them of the account & its correctness, whenever you feel like looking at the books if correct, please have the letter to them mailed, although no occasion for it, perhaps at the same time it shows courtesy to acknowledge. I have a copy of the enclosed letter to them.

It rains or snows all the time here which keeps me in the house. Have had but three fair days for the last 25. I take cold & have some of my old-fashioned sneezing spells, but somehow the colds don’t stick to me here down east. Those winds that come from the Grand Banks froze me clean through and there was no thawing out short of a fit of sickness. I have had a serious trouble which has grown upon and weakened me for several winters & I have recently placed myself in charge of Doct. Berens. In fact, my object in coming was for that purpose. He says the trouble is on my liver and kidneys and will grow worse until I do something for it. Says it is the great cause of my taking cold so often & easy. Doct. Floto has repeatedly said your liver & kidneys are sick but at same time he could not give me any permanent help. Perhaps Berens can’t but he says he can. Time will show. I should like to be able to look out of doors in a damp day and not take cold but have not much faith that I ever shall. I am almost too old now to eradicate this strong tendency to colds that has hung to me so long. I have been housed so long during this stormy weather that I am becoming quite effeminate.

I notice a heavy rise in South American hides & think it must reach heavy Nunez [?]. All that is wanted to make hides command the old price of 40 c is the opening of Southern trade. If when the Orlando & Brig get in there is any prospect of such a thing, the cargoes would bring a large sum of money.

Capt. Chas. wrote me today for some $1300 for his mos. payment & I shall send him a check and note to sign. I will tell you now about it.

What do you think of John Bull’s [England’s] brass now-a-days? Lord John Russell must have a good share of that metal to write Mr. Seward that his countrymen can’t allow the Americans such a barbarous way of blockading their own ports as sinking old ships. Wish Mr. Seward would ask him if their Government have done firing human beings from their cannon’s mouth in India yet just for a pastime. And while he is asking, he might as well enquire how the English National Stove trade prospers. Perhaps when the Coolies begin to get scarce, they may make war on another unoffending nation & open up another Slave Mart.

The English papers have just found out that the Southern Slave is far better off than a cold gent in the free states. Oh what inconsistencies but a retributive cluster will overtake & punish such a false hearted overbearing, wicked power.

Please give much love to Serena & believe me your affectionate brother, — Edward


TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWO

Philadelphia [Pennsylvania]
February 20, 1862

My dear Brother Nat,

I have just nothing to say that is new but still being here with nothing to do to kill time thought you might like a few lines. My health is better than when I last wrote. Have been out a little while today—the first for between two and three weeks—& if I do not take cold & can follow it up, I shall shortly be able to go on to Salem. If I was in Danvers or Salem which I should have half a dozen people in daily to talk over the affairs of State and War, I should not mind being housed so much. But it is rather still here for a housed man but I am perfectly satisfied & contented to stay in. I really think the medicine I am taking will permanently help me and I have got to like being left by myself & really did not care to go out today.

I have a few gentlemen acquaintances here who have called to see me since I have been confined. Ine has just left after sitting an hour and a half. There seems to be great news almost daily in army movements & it looks now as if the Federal Government meant to prove the means & the will to end this war—particularly as the European Powers for some reasons seem to favor this just at this time. What do you think of U. S. Bonds due 1881 at 90 c. This government can’t repudiate & why should not their stock bring a premium. It will be worth 10 p. c. premium in 3 years in my opinion. You look much more closely after the stock market than I do & I would like your opinion. I am buying some of the 1881 Bonds which are cheaper than the 7 3/10.

My family are very well. Have never seen the boys half so hearty before. With love to all, I remain.

— Edward


TRANSCRIPTION LETTER THREE

Philadelphia [Pennsylvania]
March 3, 1862

My Dear Brother Nat,

I received a letter from you day before yesterday and was glad to hear from your good self. Mr. Miller arrived here day before yesterday at 11 a. m. and remains & from present appearances is like to remain as it is a regular rain storm wind east. Have not had such a rain since I came here. Owing to the secret order in telegraphing we have no news from army movements and I for one am rejoiced. I want to see the war carried on by the Army & not the sensation newspapers. It is high time stringent measures were adopted.

With no news from the Army, stocks will fall a little. Have bought none since I last wrote you. Have orders in New York but below present market prices. I wanted to have gone out & shown Mr. Miller around town but the weather prevents. My health is improving slowly but don’t dare go out in dull weather. I sent my man down to the [post] office & he has just come in & brings letter from you to Belinda. We are always glad to get letters from you.

I can hardly realize that Salem has had two feet of snow, sleighing and cold weather, We have had no winter here yet or none that I call winter. We have had a few inches of snow two or three times & the glass at 16 above on two different days—last Friday being one of them which were the coldest days of the winter. My boys have been well all winter until four days ago, both of them since then have had awful colds & suppose it must have its run.

I am sorry to learn that General Landis is dead. I think he was largely endowed with the dare devil spirit—a quality much needed just at this time on and near the upper Potomac. I notice that Banks’ Division is safely over the Potomac & understand that great activity prevails all along our lines portending some early movement.

I also notice that Columbus [Kentucky] is being evacuated by the Rebels. If they can’t hold that place, they can’t hold any other. They seem to be panic-stricken and flee when no more pursueth. It seems to be a difficult thing to make a stand long enough to sacrifice the first one in the ditch, let along the last. The game of Bray is most played out. The surrender at Donelson was a weak, cowardly, disgraceful thing for an army that had pledged themselves to fight while a man was left. If the fort was not terrible, they should have cut their way through our lines in a body if it had cost them half of their army to have done so. It is difficult now for them to make a stand. Their soldiers must lose all confidence in their leaders. The way of the Transgressor is hard and a wrong cause makes cowards of brave men.

Mr. Miller has taken an umbrella & gone down to the Hotel  to kill time. I would like to have him stay away from Salem until this tax bill is made public which I suppose will be in a few days. If the duty on hides is increased at all & we happen in the meantime to get good army news, it will pay well for staying away in the rise of hides.

I tell Mr. Miller that the stock of American goods at Sierra Leone will be very small & must command large prices this spring and no time should be lost in fitting the vessel away again. The fact is, I have always said it is a perfectly safe trade. Don’t buy any New England now. My order was before the great fire. It is worth much less now.

Your brother, — Edward

1862: William T. Brown to Roby (Hill) Brown

These two letters, written a day apart and mailed in the same envelope, were penned by William (“Bill”) T. Brown (1842-1889) of Warwick, Kent county, Rhode Island. Bill was the son of John S. Brown (1811-1860) and Roby Hill (1815-1903).

Bill served in Co. F, 9th Rhode Island Infantry. This regiment was organized at Providence on May 26, 1862. They moved to Washington, D. C., by detachments, May 27 and 29. Duty at Camp Frieze, Tennallytown, till July. Moved to Fairfax Seminary, Va., July 1. Garrison duty in the Defences of Washington till September. Company “A” at Fort Greble, “B” at Fort Meigs, “C” at Fort Ricketts, “D” at Fort Snyder, “E” and “K” at Fort Baker, “F” at Fort Carroll, “G” at Fort Dupont, “H” at Fort Wagner, “I” at Fort Stanton and “L” at Fort Davis. They mustered out of the service on September 2, 1862.

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TRANSCRIPTION LETTER ONE
Addressed to Mrs. John S. Brown, Phenix, Rhode Island, Box No. 55
Postmarked Washington D. C.

Fort Carroll, D. C.
August 1st 1862

Dear Mother,

It is now some days since I last wrote you and I began to think it was about time I wrote again. So seating myself under the trees I commence. I received my things by Northups box in good order but had a little rather have not received them at all. After I received your letter stating that you would not send then till you heard from me again, I sat down and wrote that George L. wanted some things sent and that we had concluded to have them sent on together. I think you did not get the letter in time or all would have been right. I wish all was right now. When the box came, I did not expect anything in it and was out of the tent and some of the boys called me in. He was taking the things out of the box and everyone of the bundles marked for me, he would either swear at me or the things & ask why I did not have the box sent to me. In vain I told him I had ordered otherwise. He did did not or would not believe me and this morning some of the boys said something in regard to it and he got so mad that he wanted to fight & cursed me up hill and down. I told him I had nothing to fight him for but at the same time to keep his hands off. He did not trouble me at all.

At first I said I would pay for half the box & offered it to him if he would change a bill but he would give me no answer and there it remains. Over in Camp Frieze, he wanted to borrow $2 and I let him have it. I was sorry I did so immediately for I remembered I had heard him called bad pay. Well it ran along some three or four weeks and the boys kept twitting him of it and I dunned him several times & got no pay. So when I went to Washington, I asked him again. He then let me have it and damned me because I asked him & turned to go but came back saying he wanted a portfolio and handed me 25 cents. He did not want me to pay over 37 for it and promised to pay the rest. I got him one and paid 37 for it but have not seen the 12 cents yet.

I have made up my mind to wait my own convenience and when I do pay it, dun him for what he owes me & never have any dealings with him afterwards. He is not liked in the company or even in the mess and there is several fellows in the camp that only give them provocation would kill him. I myself am none afraid of him or getting hurt by him. I tried as hard as I could to treat him well but he will get mad at a slight thing and he may keep mad now. He was turned out of Co. D, 10th Regiment on account of his meanness. But I shall tire your patience with Ruf[us] Northup and I will write something else. Say nothing to Mrs. Northup to hurt her feelings and don’t worry yourself for I am alright.

I am on guard today so I have time to write a little. Everything goes on the same at the Fort except the turfing which the Engineers are doing now. 14 men are detailed every day to work. I was on yesterday. Had an easy job and did not work but little over half a day for it rained. All I had to do was to pass tools.

My sugar goes well on tomatoes. George L. and I will get a dozen and cut them up in his pan and make a meal of them. The cake and snaps are first rate too. The snaps taste like the coconut cookies I got at the Capitol. I only wish there was more. Change is dreadful scarce around here. In the city you have got to buy a dollar’s worth or nothing and around here you must get 25 or 30 cents worth. Postage stamps are current.

We hear very little news here and don’t know nothing about the war. Heard the other day that Richmond was taken. Don’t know whether it is so or not. Hear today that a Massachusetts Regiment is coming here and that we are going to leave. We are going to start for home about the 20th. The Colonel wants all who want to go in the 7th to enlist here. He won’t get many. Are they drafting in Rhode Island yet? I should think that a hundred & six was a large majority for Warwick and would leave it destitute. We boys have got rid of the draft & won’t have to go again. If ever I enlist again, I shall go in the Navy.

My health is good and I am in hopes it will remain so. I have not done as many have—played sick, I have not been excused [from duty] but once & then from only one drill when I had the headache. I have had letters Willet J. J. H. Fairbrothen, Henry S. They fare much worse than we do, Coffee, bread, & salt junk twenty-one times a week. Regular rations at that—no deviations. When they are on the march, nothing but junk & bread do they get. They went from the tenth day of March till the 1st of June without seeing a piece of soft bread. I shall not grumble anymore [even] if I did make a dinner out of a piece of toasted soft bread, no butter, & a cup of coffee, with stewed green apples. Good dinner that.

When I received their letters, they had 20 days rations packed, six new teams, and a new armament of 12 lbs. U. S. guns, & under marching orders.

A man in Co. K died this morning. He had been off duty a week and in the hospital three days. He was injured fooling [around]. News came last night that a number (20) English gunboats entered the harbor of Mobile.

Give my respects to all the Phenix folks & friends. Write soon or I shall not get it. Kiss Lill for me. Tell Em I shall write to her soon.

— Bill

Direct as usual.


TRANSCRIPTION LETTER TWO

Fort Carroll, D. C.
August 2nd [1862]

Dear Mother,

I received your letter 30th this eve. and thinking you would want to know about the things as soon as you could, I will write now. I wrote yesterday and told you all about the box. George got a letter today and said he was going to have a box and some things in it for me. I have not sent yesterday’s letter and will enclose this one in it. I did not send it on account of not having any stamps. I am very much pleased with them. I shall write often now. I want the Sweet Oil to keep my gun in order. It rusts without it and they don’t furnish any or hardly enough emery paper to clean it so if I don’t have something to clean it will rust. I shall not write for anything more before I come home.

What do you think we had for supper? A piece of sour bread and a cup of tea. Salt junk for those who wanted it (I didn’t). I had some snaps (I received all but the apples. I have not seen them yet). I have done my washing today—a short, 2 pair stockings, 2 handkerchiefs, haversack bag, towel, &c. Tomorrow I will go to the Potomac and wash all over How are Phenix folks? Tell Chris to write soon. I shall write to Em tomorrow. This is all I think of now and I close.

Yours, — Bill

Write as soon as you receive this.