I could not find an image of Silas but here is a CdV of Daniel Jameson who served as a private in Co. F, 75th New York Infantry (Photo Sleuth)
Silas C. Doolittle was born on August 14, 1843, in Butler, New York, to Loren Doolittle (1790-1860) and Phebe Worth (1805-1872). His father was a lawyer who owned $550 of personal property in 1860. Doolittle grew up and attended school in Wolcott, New York, and by 1860, he was working as a farmer.
He enlisted in the Union army on September 21, 1861, and mustered in as a private in Co. H of the 75th New York Infantry on November 26. According to his service records, he was 5 feet, 6 inches tall, with light hair and light eyes. The regiment spent most of the war stationed in Alabama and Mississippi. The army transferred the men to Virginia in 1864, and they took part in the Third Battle of Winchester, the Battle of Fisher’s Hill, and the Battle of Cedar Creek. He voted for Abraham Lincoln in the election of 1864, explaining that, “as long as I am trying to put down Treason in the field, I cannot countenance it at the Polls.”
He later declared that he “want[ed] to see those southern traitors humbled like dogs and then banished from the country as being too false to live among civilized people.” He fiercely opposed African American enlistment, insisting in March 1865 that “it is an insult to U.S. soldiers to put the uniform on Orang-ou-tangs.” He became a regimental musician on November 19, 1864, and he mustered out in Savannah, Georgia, on August 31, 1865.
Doolittle moved to Michigan after the war, and he married Julia M. Foster on January 12, 1867. They had at least four children: Frank, born around 1868; Elsie, born around 1870; Loren, born around 1875; and Carrie, born around 1880. By 1870, he was working as a mason in Dowagiac, Michigan, and he owned $800 of real estate and $500 of personal property. He applied for a federal pension in February 1893 and eventually secured one. They moved to Wayne, Michigan, in the early 1900s, and he died there on April 22, 1911. [Source: Quoted from Letters Home, Silas C. Doolittle, John L. Nau, III Center for Civil War History]
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Camp Arnold
Pensacola [Florida]
August 7th 1862
Dear Brother,
It has been a long time since I have heard from you & I thought I would write & put you in mind of it. There has nothing of importance transpired here since I wrote last.
August 14th. I commenced this a week ago but have been busy doing guard & fatigue duty but have now a resting spell of about a week.
Silas’s letter includes this sketch he drew of a Marine.
There is a part of Commodore Porter’s Mortar Fleet and part of Commodore Farragut’s here also & they keep coming in every day. They are coming to drill their Marines & recruits. The steamer Harriet Lane was in here the other day but she has gone out in pursuit of a strange craft in the Gulf. The Harriet Lane is the prettiest craft I ever saw. She is the flag ship of Farragut’s fleet.
Day before yesterday was the hottest day I ever saw. The thermometer stood at 124o in the shade. I was on guard the same day on Post No. 14. A fellow in our company on No. 9 was affected so by the sun that he had to give up & was very sick & a fellow on No. 10 dropped down on his post and was picked up for dead but was finally brought to and is getting better.
Our Colonel [John A. Dodge] has gone to Key West for his health & we expect him on the next steamer. Our regiment & Billy Wilson’s [regiment] don’t agree very well. They are jealous because Gen. [Lewis G.] Arnold gives us the most praise. The other day some of our boys and some of the 6th [New York Zouaves] got in a row down to the springs. A lot of our boys went down there & also some of theirs and they kept coming until about half of both regiments were there. But the guard turned out [and] stopped the row so there was not much bloodshed. 1
There was a deserter come in our picket lines last night from Mobile. He states that the rebels are leaving Mobile.
I am going to send $10 in this letter. I sent one with five about two weeks ago. The mail closes now & I am in a hurry and I must close but will write again in a day or two. Please write as soon as you get this and let me know how you are getting along. Give my love to Mother and the rest of the family. Yours truly, — Silas Doolittle
1 Billy Wilson’s 6th New York Zouaves, many of them former firemen from NYC, had a reputation for drunkenness, theft and dereliction of duty. These “roughs” were as likely to pick a fight with Union men and Confederate soldiers.
Colonel Billy Wilson (seated at middle) with several members of his regiment.
Harry’s sketch of a Powhatan sailor—perhaps a self portrait?
The following letter was written by Henry (“Harry”) Hamilton Tyson (1846-1915), the son of Daniel Tyson (1803-1899) and Louisa Jane Robertson (1815-1897)—formerly of Covington, St. Tammany Parish, Louisiana, but relocated to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in the late 1850s. A family history informs us that Henry enlisted on 9 June 1862 in the US Navy and shipped aboard the Sloop of War Saratoga. He was later transferred to the US Frigate Powhatan—the flag ship for the West Indian Squadron under Admiral Porter. He participated in the capture of Fort Fisher in January 1865 when the Powhatan was disabled and sent to the Navy Yard. He was discharged at Boston on 25 September 1865 and returned to Philadelphia where he engaged in the milk business. He married Clara Virginia Alward in 1875.
In his letter, he refers to his older sister Lydia Tyson (1838-1912) and addresses his letter to his older brother Jonathan (“John”) Knight Tyson (1840-1918) who enlisted in Co. L, 2nd Pennsylvania Heavy Artillery on 15 February 1864. Prior to his enlistment Jonathan was employed as a milk man in Philadelphia.
The USS Powhatan
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Fortress Monroe
November 23rd [1864]
Dear Brother,
I received your letter & was very glad to hear that you was well. I expect you seen a good bit of sport when you was up North. Did any of the girls ask about me? Did Lydia Williams say anything about my leaving home so mysterious? I will tell you some of these days the reason I shipped.
Oh yes, you spoke about being at Hampton Roads the other day. I came ashore all dressed up in style expecting to see you but alas! you had vamoosed when I got ashore. I would have given anything to have seen you in your soldier clothes.
I wrote to several young gals on the old route but I won’t mention any names. I was struck when I heard you had enlisted. I guess you don’t get your fried oysters & lemonade where you are now. Oh yes, we had a concert on board a few days ago—it was pretty good.
How long have you enlisted for & did you get any sugar? I hope you did. When you write home, send my best love to all the old folks at home. How does Mother & Father & Lydia look? Do they look worried any?
I am now sitting at my mess chest a writing. The Boys are coding me by saying, “Give my best love to her, Harry,” and blowing out the candle. John, take good care of yourself and look out for the lead pills [bullets]. No more at present, so take an affectionate love from your brother, — Harry Tyson
This letter was written by Sergt. Fenton W. Smith (1839-1864) of Co. G, 12th Michigan Infantry. Fenton, an English emigrant, enlisted at Augusta, Michigan on 19 December 1861 and died of disease at Little Rock, Arkansas, in 10 May 1864. Fenton’s parents were George and Eliza (Burgess) Smith of London, Monroe county, Michigan. He wrote the letter to James “Webster” Childs (1826-1882), a Washtenaw county civil leader and politician who served two terms in the Michigan Legislature and then in the Michigan Senate.
Smith’s letter formally petitions his well-connected acquaintance to intercede with the Governor on his behalf and secure a commission. The letter also reports on prisoners taken near Middleburg, Tennessee, where they were assigned to guard the railroads. It was written only one week before Confederate General Earl Van Dorn launched his attempt to seize the stockade and blockhouse near Middleburg, fortified and held by the 12th Michigan.
[Editor’s Note: The photocopy of this letter was sent to me for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by Janet Buchanan, a descendant relative of the Childs family.]
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Middleburg, Tennessee
Middleburg, Tennessee
December 18th 1862
Webster,
I once more take my pen in hand to write you a few lines this pleasant morning in December. It has not been long since I wrote to you but I have been think[ing] of another plan to get a commission if it is not too late and your friend’s plan is this, if it will work and I think it will, my friend Webster, if it will not be too much trouble to you. If you will write to the Gov. Blair and see if he will give your friend a commission as Second Lieutenant or First Lieutenant in some of the new companies that are being raised or that are goin’ to be raised in the state now. If he will, I will try and get all the men I can for the company if the Gov. gives me a commission in some of the new companies that are being raised, it will clear me from my regiment that I am in now. The Gov. can give me a commission for a new company or regiment other a company that is goin’ to be raised without Col. Graves’ recommending at all.
My friend Webster, I am willing to fight till the last rebel or traitor is shot but i think I ought to have a small reward as a Second or First Lieutenant in some of the new companies. If there is a chance for me and if Col. [William H.] Graves would do the fair thing with me, he would recommend me for a 2nd Lieutenant in my own company for I always have been true and faithful to the Government & my country’s cause ever since this unholy war broke out and always done my duty and I have fought for my country’s cause in 3 bloody battles 1 and I think that the Governor will give a commission in some new company or some that are goin’ to be raised—that is, if it will not be too much trouble to you, Webster, to try the Governor about it for me.
I am very thankful to you for what trouble you have been [through] for me before for me and if I get a commission, I will try & pay you for all your trouble, my friend Webster.
My health is very good at this time. I hope these few lines will find you enjoying the same good blessing to you all. I do not forget you all in my prayers that God will be with you all & I do not forget the prayer meeting and oh, may God be with you & prosper you all and the blessed Sabbath School too. How I do wish I could enjoy these blessed privileges with you once more with you all. I hope you will all remember your friend in your prayers that I may live a good Christian life in all the tumults of war. I think of you all often during the day and about all my friends.
We are at Middleburg yet but how long we will stay is more than I can tell. We are taking prisoners every day round Middleburg. We have very fine weather here now, some of the time. We have had about 3 inches of snow & the citizens tell me that it is the largest snow that they have had had for five years. The weather is very changeable now. Some of the time it will be very fine and sometimes it will rain two or three days to a stretch. Oh, then what mud.
We have not been paid yet. Well, I must close for this time. Excuse all mistakes and bad writing. Give my best respects to all and write soon. May God be with you all. It is now about day light so good morning to you all. I wish you all a Happy New Year & hope this war may soon be brought to a close. May God speed the time. From your friend, — Sergt. Fenton W. Smith
To my friend Webster Childs
1 The three bloody battle would have been Shiloh, Iuka, and Metamora.
Amos’ headstone at Washington, Beaufort county, North Carolina, with surname misspelled.
These letters were written by Amos J. Hockensmith (1833-1863), the son of Samuel Hockensmith (1786-1854) and Mary Lydia Mellott (1790-1853), and the husband of Martha Hollenshead (1833-1918). Amos wrote the letters while serving as a private in Co. H, 158th Pennsylvania Drafted Militia to his wife and children back home in Hustontown, Fulton county, Pennsylvania. During the American Civil War, this sparsely populated, rural farming community was dominated by anti-war Democrats. Very few local men volunteered for service and when the draft was instituted, the local population actively resisted and evaded enrollment officers.
Amos and Mary had been married for ten years and were the parents of two girls, Mary Alice (b. 1855) and Clarissa Elmira (b. 1858), when he was mustered into the service of his country on 4 November 1862. He died of disease on 7 May 1863 at Washington, North Carolina. The hospital surgeon claims he was admitted on 24 April 1863 suffering with Rubella and Erysipelas. Another report claims he had the measles.
It is with pleasure that I now am able to write you a few lines to let you now that I am well at the present time and hope when you get these few lines that they will find you all enjoying the same blessing of God, the Giver of all good gifts.
I received your letter on Wednesday stating that you was all well which I was glad to hear. It seemed a good while to hear from you. I would like to come home to see you all but it is no use to think about coming yet for a while. But as soon as they start the furloughs again, I will come home to see you all. I can’t tell for certain whether we will stay here this winter or not yey. There is so many reports about leaving here and I expect there is there too. Captain Sikes, he started to Fulton county on the first of the week with about 25 men of the 127th Regiment to hunt up the drafted men that has run off and them that never reported. Them that is taken, they will have to serve the nine months out after they are taken into some fort with ball and chain and then drummed out of the service and branded with the letter “D” on their cheek.
It is very warm here today and muddy too. The company is all middling well at this time. There is some sick and they are gone to the hospital. I like it very well here on camp at the present time. I like it a great deal better now than I did at first. We can’t get out to town anymore without a pass from the Colonel. If they do go, they are sure to be fetched back in under the police guard. There is some of them nearly all the time there. Last Friday night, there was about three hundred started to go home. They went up to the guard and the most of them stopped but still the next morning there was about 50 men a missing [and] but very few of them that has come in yet.
I think I must bring my letter to a close so as I have a very poor place to write. I am now a writing on my haversack. I want you to write soon. I remain your husband until death. Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith
Letter 2
Headquarters of Camp Suffolk, Virginia
The 158th Regiment of Infantry, Company H, Pennsylvania Volunteers
December 21st, 1862
Dear wife,
It is with pleasure that I now take up my pencil in hand to write you a few lines to let you know that I now am well at this present time and hope when these few lines comes to hand that they will find you all well and enjoying good health at this time.
We got here to this camp safe on last Wednesday at 7 o’clock in the evening. We was marched right into the woods and there we had to stay without tents. We just laid down on the ground and slept till morning. Now we have got our tents up and we sleep very warm in them. It is not cold here now. There has not been any snow here this winter yet. We got on the steamboat at Washington on Monday and landed at Norfolk on Wednesday about 2 o’clock and then got on the cars again and landed at Suffolk at about 6 o’clock that evening and then marched to camp that night.
The way we came—we left Camp McClure [near Chambersburg, Pa.] on Friday the 12th and landed at Baltimore on Saturday morning the 13th and left there at 3 o’clock and landed at Washington at 10 o’clock that night and stayed there till Monday at 2 o’clock and then left and got on the steamboat and traveled about 200 miles to Norfolk and then it is 21 miles to this place.
I am now about 400 miles from home now at this time. I can’t tell how long we will stay here. There is now at this place about four thousand regiments at the place now and there is about 12 thousand more men to come in yet at this place. They had a little skirmish about 30 miles from this place on last Friday week. We whipped them back and there was several killed on both sides.
I hope to get home towards spring to see you all. If I had a knowed it that they would a fetched me away here, they would a had a good time a getting me here, I think. I would a come home to seen you and the children before they would a got me here. I want you to get along a well as you can. I know that you think it a good while to see me but I think it longer to see you than you to see me. I want you to write soon. I wrote home to you on last Sunday. I don’t know whether you got it or not. So nothing more at present but remain your loving husband. — Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith
Letter 3
Norfolk, Virginia
January 1st 1863, the first day of the year.
Dear Companion of my days that has been and will forever be as long as life shall last,
I am now in the City of Norfolk, Virginia, in the Methodist Church. Put up there is twenty-two of the 158th Regiment here now. Our regiment left Camp Suffolk on last Sunday morning and we had to go along with our baggage to take care of that. We have very good times here now at the present time. I expect we will go to North Carolina to stay there till spring. This place was taken from the rebels some time ago. There’s some rebels here yet but not many and what is, they have to keep very quiet.
I am now at this time enjoying good health and hope that when you get these few lines, they will find you all at home enjoying the same blessings of good gifts. Unto Him we must look for our health and strength in this our day of trial. I long to hear from you all at home once more. This is the 4th letter that I have wrote to you. I wrote one in Camp McClure, one in Washington, one in Camp Suffolk, and one now and I haven’t received no letter from you since about the 8th of last month.
We had got on the ship yesterday to go to join our regiment in New Bern, North Carolina, but it was crowded too much and we had to get off again and come on shore till we get transportation to our regiment. I expect we will leave here in a day or two. There is three of us here that belongs to our company—Robert Campbell, Benjamin F. Wibble, and William McDonald. I haven’t very much to write now at this time but I hope that this war will soon be over. They are about compromising—the North and the South. The rebels that is in this town, they was locked up in jail now and they will be kept there.
I want you to write to me as soon as you get this. So nothing more at the present time but remain your affectionate husband until death, — Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith.
Direct your letters to Fortress Monroe, Company H, 158th Regt. Pa., in the care of Col. D. B. McKibbin
Letter 4
Newbern, North Carolina
January 7th 1863
Dear wife,
It is with pleasure that I now write you a few lines to let you know that I am well at this time and hope that these few lines will find you all well when you get them and enjoying the same blessings of God, the giver of all good gifts.
I received your letter on the third of this month stating that you was all well but Clarissa which I was very sorry to hear but I hope when you get these few lines that Clarissa will be well enough again.
Since I received your letter, I have traveled about two hundred and fifty miles. I landed at my regiment last evening about dark. They was very glad to see me again. Isaac [Hollenshead] and Baltzer [Mellott], they are both well. I want you to tell Jacob Stevens that I never sold that sole leather to him and I don’t thank him for using it up either for them boards that he got of me. Me paid him for making the boots and then there was 25 cents on the work that I done for him. He promised to keep that sole leather for my own use. I want him to pay you for 6 lb. of sole leather or else I will know the reason why he will have it to pay for I didn’t promise Truax more than 5 bushels of wheat either.
The country around here is very poor. The land is nothing but sand. I wrote home on the 1st of this month to let you know where I was at that time. I don’t know how long we will stay here. We are under marching orders now at the present time. We mayn’t stay here one day and we may stay here a week or two weeks. It is hard for me to tell when we will leave here.
I think I will keep that wagon. If he would a took me up when I wanted him to take it, he might a had it at that time, but now he can’t get it.
I want you to write as soon as you get this letter. So farewell for the present. I remain your husband until death, — Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith
Direct your letter to Washington D. C., 158th Regiment Pennsylvania Infantry, in the care of Capt. Sipes, D. B. McKibbin, Colonel Commanding.
Don’t take no pay from Jacob Stevens unless he pays you two dollars.
Letter 5
Newborn, North Carolina
[January 16, 1863]
Dearly beloved wife,
It is with pleasure that i now seat myself down to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well at this present time and hope that these few lines will find you all well and enjoying ditto good health. I received your kind and affectionate letter yesterday stating that you was all well which I was glad to hear. It seems to me a great while from the time that I get one letter until I get another but still we are a great many miles apart at this time. At the least calculation, we are about eight hundred miles apart at the present but there is always a way provided to hear from one another.
You wrote to me to write to you to let you know how I like to be in camp. I just like it middling well. We are used very well so far. We get plenty to eat. We get crackers and bread, potatoes and rice and beans, and molasses and coffee and pork beef and cod fish and sugar. And we get some tea in the bargain.
About you hearing that we had likend all to be drowned, it is all false for there was no danger of being drowned.
This is the 16th of January, 1863. There is three months of our time up now. Today there is some talk about us getting our pay in a few days. I hope only it will be such good news for I need some money at the present time. My postage stamps is pretty near done.
Newbern, North Carolina, I think it is a very unhealthy part of the country to be in. There is a good many sick now at this time but none so bad. The land is very poor here. It is nothing but sand. The water is very poor too. If we would have good water, there would not be as many sick, I don’t believe.
I wrote a letter to you on the first of this month and one the seventh, and now this one on the 16th. I have only received four letters from you since I have left home. Whether you don’t write or whether I don’t get them, I can’t tell.
I haven’t very much more to write to you at the present time. I feel very bad and sorry that I can’t get home to see you all. I would come and see you if I could get away from the army. I think of you and the children every hour in the day. You are all the time on my mind, let me be doing what I will. You are first on my mind. I hope to get home when my time is out to see you all again. I want you to write soon and let me know how you are all a getting along. So nothing more at present but remain your unworthy husband until death. — Amos Hockensmith
to Martha Hockensmith
Direct your letter to Newbern, North Carolina, Company H, 158th Regiment Pa. Infantry, in the care of Col. D. B. McKibbin
Letter 6
Camp Newbern, North Carolina
February 16th 1863
Dear wife,
It is with pleasure that I now seat myself down to write you a few lines to let you know that I now am well at this time and hope that when these few lines comes to hand, that they will find you all well and enjoying the same blessings of God, the giver of all good gifts.
My weight when I left home was 145 and I now weigh 165 pounds. I am well and hearty at this time. I took sick on the 26th of December and I was in the hospital tent until the 6th of this month. The doctor said I had a small attack of the typhoid fever and also had the bronchitis too but now at this time I am enjoying a good health as ever I had. You, my dear wife, will think it hard for not writing to you that I was sick, but the reason I didn’t was this—that you would be uneasy about me all the time and fret yourself more than would be of any use for. You must forgive me this time.
The weather here is very warm. It is as warm here now as it is there in June. Some nights it is that warm that we have to sleep with[out] any covers on us at all. We had one snow here this winter. That fell on the 3rd of this month. It fell about four inches deep, but in two days it was all gone.
Our Colonel, he is gone to Washington for a few days but we don’t know what he is gone there for. He said that we was the best drilled regiment in the brigade. He told us to mind our officers well and he thought that he would be able to bring us some good news when he got back. It is the opinion of the men of this regiment that he is gone to Philadelphia to see if he can’t get us in there as provost guards to guard the city. The Colonel don’t like to stay here. He is sick and tired of this place, but for my part, I would sooner stay here than to go there.
They was looking for a big battle to be fought about the middle of last month. They did throw some few shells in one of the New York regiments one night and wounded some five or six of them and then they left and they hant ventured baxck since. There is about sixty thousand soldiers encamped close around this place now. There was about twenty thousand that went out on an expedition in under General Foster. They attacked the rebels at Hollyocksville [?] and drove them back.
I got a letter from Jacob W. Clevenger on last Friday and they was all well at that time. I wrote to you on the 7th and on the 16th and on the 23rd of January and I wrote one on the 2nd of his month and you stated in your letters which you wrote on the 4th and one on the 19th, and one on the 25th of January, and you wrote one on the 1st of this month which letters I got all and was glad to hear that you was all well but sorry to hear that you had not got any of the letters that I had wrote to you. The mail from this place did not go for three weeks when we first came here and that, I expect was the reason you did not get my letters.
I think the time very long to see you, dear wife and my lovely children, but the time is slipping along very fast with me here. We have four months of our time in today. I would like to come home the last of March and help to move but that thing is impossible for me to do. You know that I would have been at home before this time if I could a got away. George and Obediah will help to move you down if you let them know when you move. I know that you think the time a great deal longer than I do. It don’t slip along as fast with you as it does with me.
We haven’t got our pay yet but the paymaster says he lows to pay us off this month. I only wish he would for I have only got six cents anymore about me. So nothing more at this time but remember your unworthy husband until death. Write as son as you receive this. — Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith
Direct your letter to Newbern, North Carolina, Company H, the 158th Regiment Pa. Infantry, in the care of Colonel D. B. McKibbin
Letter 7
Camp near Newbern, North Carolina
February 25th 1863
Dear and well beloved wife,
It is with pleasure that I now seat myself down to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well at this present time and I hope that when you get these few lines that it will find you, my dear wife and children, enjoying the same blessings of God. Unto Him we must look for our health and strength. I hope that the time will soon pass away that I may get home to you, my beloved, again. The time seems long to me. The last of the month our time will be half out. The last half of our time I hope will slip along as well as the first. I will be satisfied, I think, that if we stay here there will be no danger of our ever getting into a battle. I think that we are to be left here [until] our time [is] out by what I can find out.
I like this camp better as any place that we have been encamped yet. This is the fourth place that we have been encamped at and I like this one the best.
I received your kind and affectionate letter today and I hasten with greatest of pleasure to answer it. I would have wrote sooner but I was waiting for an answer to my last letter. I received the letter that you wrote on the 2nd of this month but the one you wrote on the 8th of the month, I have never got yet. But I still think that I will get it yet. The money would come very good to me just now. I haven’t as much money anymore as will pay the postage on a letter any more.
The sun shines very hot here today. I am a sweating now while I am writing. I received a letter today from my brother Samuel. They was all well, Michael Mellott is married at last. The frogs hollers so much here that I can’t hardly write for them. The people here have got their oats sowed already. The apple trees is out in blossom now at this time. Isaac is well at this time. Baltzar Mellott is well. The regiment is all well but a few of them. There has been only about eight deaths since we have been here.
I wish our time was out so I could get to come home to you again. I long to see you again. There is hardly an hour passes away in a day but what I think about you and the children. I hope and pray God that they will come to a compromise before spring. The talk here now is that [they] are trying to compromise the war now in Washington. There is a flying report has been a going through camp for some time that we will get out in May. I only hope that it may be so for I would like to be at home before harvest to take care of any grain myself and to be with you again. When you move, I want you to take that lock off the door that belongs to us and don’t leave my things there that belongs to us if you can help it.
We have got none of or pay yet but I think that we will soon get our pay before very long. If I was out of this place and my time was out, there is no man’s thousand dollars would take me back to the army again—I mean as a substitute. It would take that and more to entice me to go back to the army and leave you my dearly beloved companion. I don’t think that we will ever get in a battle while we stay here.
Direct as before to the same place. Write soon to me, — Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith
Letter 8
[Camp near Newbern, North Carolina]
February 26th 1863
Dear wife and companion of my happy days,
It is with pleasure that I now seat myself down to write you a few lines today again, to let you know that I am well at this time and enjoying good health and I hope that you and the children is all well at this time when you receive these few lines.
I received your letter today that you wrote on the 8th of this month and the money and the stamps were all right. It will come very good to me. I received the one that you wrote on the 15th yesterday stating that you was all well which I was glad to hear, It take a letter about seven days to go from here home to you if it don’t get miscarried at some post office.
John W. Stevens is well and hearty. Jacob F. Saltkeld is all well here at this time. Abel Brown is still in the general hospital in town but he is getting better. William McDonald is still in town in the hospital yet but he is getting better.
It is raining here today. There is a great deal of wet weather here this winter but there has been no snow here this winter—only one since we have been encamped at Newbern. Isaac Hollenshead got a letter from home today and they was all well when the letter was wrote. I wish my time was out so I could get to come home to see you but the time slips along with me. We will soon have half of our time in and then it will seem to go a great deal faster.
I haven’t very much more to write today and I must bring my letter to a close. Write soon and let me know all the strange news that there is in Taylor Township. So farewell for the present. I remain your unworthy husband until death, — Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith, Mary Alice and Clarissa Elmira Hockensmith
Letter 9
[Editor’s Note: Written during the Confederate attack on Fort Anderson (Battle of Deep Gully) near New Bern, North Carolina, the letter provides a firsthand account of the military activity surrounding the engagement, including cannon fire, Confederate advances, the capture of Union prisoners, and the strength of the Union defenses.]
[New Bern, North Carolina]
March 15th 1863
Dear Wife,
It is with pleasure that I now seat myself down this Sunday morning to let you know that I am well at this time and enjoying good health and I hope that when you get these few lines, that they will find you all well and enjoying good health.
I received a letter from you last night which was wrote on the 23rd of February stating that you was all well and I got a letter that you wrote on the 1st of March on last Thursday and I seated myself down and wrote you an answer to that one then and now I want to write you few lines more.
Yesterday the cannons was a firing all around us. The rebels, they are a going to try to take this place from the Union troops. The rebels yesterday took about four hundred of our men prisoners. They cut them off from the main body of their army and they are a going to try to take the place again. But when they get in here, they will have to fight hard as they have ever done in any battle yet if they take this place. This place is too well fortified for them ever to take.
In our five days march this last week, in the five days we marched about one hundred miles and we all stood the march very well. I got along very well, only I got very stiff. When I sat down, I would have to try two or three times to get up. My feet, they got very sore.
I would like to see you my dear wife again. It seems very long to me since I have seen you. We have this day five months of our time in and if God spares my unprofitable life till four months more, that time will soon slip away. The time with me here slips along very fast. The sun here today shines very hot. The peach trees here is out in full bloom. They have got their oats sowed here in this country about one month ago.
We have not got any of our pay yet but I think that we will soon get our pay. There is sixty-eight dollars due us now at this time. I think the time very long to see you and the children and the rest of the friends. I know that you and the children think the time long to see me and I think the time just as long to see you as you do to see me. But as long as I keep well and hearty, I can get along very well.
The reason that I did not write to you before that I was sick I knowed that you would fret yourself more about me as you would beed to do. I haven’t very much more to write. I will have to quit writing at this time for I have got to start on another march within fifteen minutes and so these few lines must lay here in camp till I get back again, if I am spared to get back.
Amos Hockensmith
To Martha Hockensmith, Mary Alice Hockensmith, Clarissa Elmira Hockensmith.
Letter 10
Newborn [New Bern], North Carolina
March 23rd 1863
Dear and affectionate wife,
It is with pleasure that I now seat myself down to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well at this present time and hope that these few lines will find you and the children all well and enjoying the same blessings of God, the giver of all good gifts. I received a letter that you wrote on the 1st of this month and one you wrote on the 5th and one you wrote on the 8th stating that you and the children was all well which I was very glad to hear.
I know that you and the children thinks the time long to see me but if I am spared to get home to you again, the Secesh there can’t call me a coward for not serving my country. I wouldn’t be in them fellers places that deserted their companies and run off—not for a thousand dollars, for they will be called cowards and everything else for not fighting for their country.I am going to stay my time out and then I can come home like a man and think that I have done my duty.
I would like to have been at home to helped you a moved if I could a got there. I know that you could have got along a great deal better. I know that you had a heap of work to do at that time.
You wanted to know how I got my washing done. I wash my clothes myself so far. Whenever I put on clean clothes, I go up along the Noose [Neuse] River and strip my dirty clothes off and then put on my clean clothes and then I wash my clothes before I ever go back to camp. I never keep any dirty clothes in my tent. I have two clean shirts now besides the one I have on. I washed my pants last week and patched them myself. There is some in the regiment that is too lazy to wash their own clothes and they go very dirty.
I want you, my dear wife, to along the very best way you can till I get home and keep in good heart and don’t fret yourself about me for if I keep my health, I can get along here very well, but not near so well as if I could be at home with you and the children.
There is a strong talk here that the drafted men will get home in May, the same time that the nine-months volunteers [and] that Governor Curtis is doing his best to get us clear at that time. I haven’t very much to write so nothing more at present but remain your husband until death. Write soon and let me know all the news. Direct as before. — Amos Hockensmith
Isaac is well and hearty. Battsen is well and hearty. Thomas C. Mellott is well and hearty.
Letter 11
[Camp near New Bern, North Carolina]
April 1863
Dear wife,
It is with pleasure that I now seat myself down in my tent to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well at this present time—only one of my legs below the knee has been sore for about six days back and it don’t seem to get much better. I can’t walk only with a cane. I hope that when these few lines comes to hand, that they will find you, my dear wife and children, well and enjoying good health.
The boys started on another expedition last night. They will be gone three days and then they are coming back to camp again. It is very lonesome here when they are all gone. The men, when they was out on the last expedition, the artillerymen got three killed and seven wounded and killed two horses. They silenced the reb’s cannon and there was a river to cross and our men could not get over and they retreated back to camp. They heard afterwards that they killed about three hundred rebels in the fort.
I want you to try and get along the best way you can till I get home. I hope that I will get home again to see you all. It is my desire to get home and I don’t want you to fret yourself too much about me for I get along very well here so far when I am well. I think that we will move closer home before long and it might be to Washington. I can’t hardly tell for certain yet but I know that we will leave this place for the 4th of May the regiments has t give up their teams and the quartermasters time runs out. That is what makes me think that we will be moved north. I don’t keer [care] for I am a getting tired of staying so long in one place. I expect that they will keep moving us if they do start once. Part of the way to Roanoke Island and keep us there a while and them nove us further on north and stop at some other place and stay. If we do go to Washington, we will go as provost guards to do duty there. That is the talk in camp now.
The niggers here has more privilege here than a white man. They can go where they please and a white man can’t for he must have a pass wherever he wants to go to. There is a great many niggers around this place. Abel Brown, he was out here to camp today from the hospital in town. He is getting some better. He is trying to get his discharge. He come out today to get the captain to sign some papers for him but the captain wasn’t here and he could not get anything done. The rest of his papers, he has got them all fixed up. All he wants now is the captain’s name to some of his papers.
William McDonald, he has got his discharge long ago and if he met with no accident on his way home, he is there long ago. John Correll, he is in the hospital in town. He took the fever and ague. George Dishong, he is in the hospital in town too. He had the measles and they took him into town. There has been several taken into town with the measles of this regiment. I am a little shy of them for I don’t want to get them while I am in the army for as soon as they know that there is one a taking them, they will send him right off to town to stay there till they get well of them.
I think that I will have to bring my letter to a close for this time. I send each one of my girls a little book in this letter with their names marked on them. So nothing more at present time. Write soon. I remain your unworthy husband until death. So farewell for this time. — Amos Hockensmith
14 year-old Girard Lindsley McEntee of Co. F, 20th New York State Militia, 1861(watercolor based on photo on Find-A-Grave)
This incredible letter was written by Girard Lindsley McEntee (1847-1913) who enlisted at the age of 14 to serve as a drummer in Co. F, 20th New York State Militia (a.k.a. “Ulster Guard.” He was the son of James Smith McEntee (1800-1887) and Sarah Jane Goetchius (1805-1883) of Rondout, Ulster county, New York. He served from April through August in 1861. Serving with him in the same regiment were two older brothers, lieutenants, Jervis McEntee (1828-1891) and Maurice Wurts McEntee (1836-1883). In 2024, one of Jervis’ letters came to me for transcription which can be found here—1861: Jervis McEntee to Anna Gertrude (Sawyer) McEntee.
Girard wrote this letter to his older sister, Mary Swan (McEntee) Vaux (1830-1892), the wife of Calvert Vaux—a prominent landscape architect who collaborated with Frederick Law Olmstead in the design of Central Park in New York City and well as other important similar projects in Buffalo and Chicago.
Girard’s letter was datelined from Camp Banks near Patterson’s Park on the east side of Baltimore, Maryland, where they had been since the 29th of June, 1861. It contains his reaction to the Battle of Bull Run.
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Directed to Mrs. Calvert Vaux, Mount St. Vincent, Central Park, New York, State of N. Y., envelope was free franked by MC (Member of Congress), John Benedict Steele who entered Congress in March 1861 representing New York’s 11th District.
Camp Banks, Baltimore
July 25th [1861]
Dear Sister Mary,
I received your kind letter last week but as we were expecting to return home the first of this week but were disappointed on account of this terrible battle that our side so noble fought and afterward had the pleasure of losing the day. Well it is all for the best as the old folks say, I suppose.
The city [of Baltimore] was very quiet on the day of the arrival of this sad news, I can assure you. I was in the camp and one thing more I have to say, I really think there was no such feeling in this city as there is not a great many very union people in this city. There is one, I am sure, and that is the Mr. B of this district. He, I can safely say, is one of the best Union men in the state. I had an invitation to supper at his house the other evening but could not go as I had no clean clothes. I think I shall take tea there next Sunday as I have had another invitation. This one I shall no doubt accept of. He has two sons that visits us very frequently and very nice behaved little fellows they are. One of them—smallest of them—comes up here every afternoon on parade and brings his flag with him (he has a very handsome flag). And he goes with the Colonel [George Watson Pratt] and stands beside him until the parade is over and then he returns with the color guard to headquarters. 1
We have a secession color that Jervis and his bold little company captured last night in the city. It is a very handsome one indeed. It is one of Kane’s Guard flags. It was not finished when we got it. It would been a very handsome thing indeed if it was finished. It is a pity it was not. 2
Pa arrived here this afternoon with the 3 o’clock train. He started from home last night with the [steamer] Manhattan. We were all delighted to see him and he was to see us. They have been expecting us home this week. Have you not? Well, you have had reason to think so. We were never more disappointed in our lives than we were Wednesday. But the most of them hearing of this sad news, set them up to feeling as if they would like to go to the [Manassas] Junction and capture the whole thing themselves. While others wanted to go home—they said their time was out and they wanted to go home and enlist for the war. Well their time is out by right, but the Secretary of War denies it and I suppose we will have to stay until the 8th of August. I wanted to go home as much as any of them but I did not want to go home and get hissed at by all of our 20th Regiment friends. That would not do, you now. It would not do for about half of the regiment to get a bad name just for the other half, would it? No, indeed, it wouldn’t. And so here is one that is agoin’ to stay until he gets an honorable discharge.
Mary, I have a photograph that is not very good but it will tell. It is the one it is meant for, I guess, although you have not asked me for it. I think you would not object having it. It will please the boys, I know, to see my picture. How I should like to see them. And little Downing, tell him we have a little dog up in Jervrey’s tent that he would like, I know. I believe Jerce is agoin’ to take him home with him.
Well, Mary, I must close as the Officer of the Guard has been here and told me to put the light out but I replied that this was the Post Office and he said I must put it out as soon as I could as there is a suspicious looking man around here and he must be found. The camp has been in an excitement all day. There was a man shot today as he was sleeping on the grass. A ball struck his leg and went downward near his ankle and there it lodged. Dr. took it out and immediately then sent two companies out but came back with nothing. 3
Well, I shall bid you goodbye. Receive this from G. L. Mc.
Geo. Wm. Brown, Mayor of Baltimore, Md. in 1861 (LOC)
1 My hunch is that “Mr. B” was none other than George William Brown (1812-1890), the mayor of Baltimore. He was married to Clara Maria Brune (1817-1919) and the two young boys that Girard mentions would have been his sons, Arthur (b. 1843), and Frederick (b. 1847).
2In the regimental history of the Ulster Guard” by Theodore B. Gates (page 105), it is reported that, “Frequent detachments were sent out in search of concealed arms designed for improper purposes, and large quantities were from time to time seized. A large quantity of arms and munitions of war, were found concealed in the building occupied by Marshal Kane. Captain Lent’s Co. E. went out at midnight, on the 24th of July, a short distance from camp, on the Philadelphia Road, and fished out from under a hay rick a quantity of arms and war munitions. About the same time Lieut. Jervis M’ Entee, H. Co., captured two secession flags, which were about being sent South. In one house where a search was made for arms, was found among other things, a drum belonging to the Sixth Massachusetts Regiment, and which had been captured at the time of the brutal atack upon the regiment in the streets of Baltimore. We took possession of the drum not only, but also of its custodian, and turned him over to the Provost-Marshal to explain the circumstances under which the drum came into his possession. It was prima facie evidence of his connection with the rioters who had attacked the Sixth Massachusetts.”
3 The regimental history (page 108) informs us that, “A few days before our final departure from Patterson Park, Simon S. Roos, of Company C, was wounded in the leg by a Minie ball whilst he was lying upon a bench, within a hundred yards of regimental headquarters, and far inside the line of sentinels. No report of the gun was heard, and no one could tell from whence the shot came. The direction of the wound indicated that the ball must have been fired from the north side of the camp, and three companies were soon scouring the country, but failed to discover the would-be assassin.”
The following letter was written by 1st Lieutenant, Robert Watkins Adams (1839-1886), Co. F, 5th Florida Infantry, who was taken a prisoner on July 3rd 1863 at Gettysburg. He was held at Johnson’s Island Prison until 10 February 1864 when he was transferred to Point Lookout, Maryland. He was sent to City Point for exchange in early March 1864.
Robert’s father, Nathaniel Alexander Adams (1797-1849) was a wealthy planter and slaveholder at Athens in Clarke county, Georgia, but died when Robert was about ten years old. He graduated from the University of Georgia in 1859 and in 1860 was enumerated on the plantation of Francis Broward where he tutored the Broward children as well as other children in the neighborhood. He enlisted there on 14 March 1862 and mustered into the Frink Guards as a private. They became Co. F of the 5th Florida Regiment and he was promoted to 1st Sergeant on 2 May 1862. During the Antietam campaign, he became ill and was sent to a hospital at Frederick, Maryland, where he was left behind and taken prisoner. He was sent to Fort Delaware and exchanged in November 1862.
By the time of the Gettysburg campaign, Robert had been promoted to 1st Lieutenant and was in command of his company at Gettysburg where he was captured again on July 3rd 1863.
He married Sophia Broward in 1862 and had 5 children, Frank Adams, Nathaniel Adams, Robert Watkins Adams, Julia Adams and Minnie Adams. He was elected to the Florida Senate in 1870. By 1880, he was a merchant with his son Frank in a store at White Springs, Hamilton county, Florida.
Robert wrote the letter to Jane Eliza (Brown) Bestor (1820-1885), the wife of John Rollin Bestor, Sr. (1813-1867). This Baltimore couple had twin sons who served in the Maryland Guard that became Co. B, 21st Virginia Infantry. Eliza seems to have corresponded with numerous Confederate soldiers seeking information about her sons. The Bestor brothers’ letters have been transcribed and may be found at 1861-65: The Bestor Brothers of Baltimore.
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Point Lookout, Maryland
February 15, 1864
Mrs. J. Eliza Bestor
My dear Madam,
Perhaps you may be surprised to see a letter addressed by me from this point instead of Johnson’s Island, but together with quite a number of other officers I arrived here at the Point a few days ago. I was very much disappointed in not hearing from you at Johnson’s Island more; but, I, immediately on the reception of your letter of Sept. 6th/63—which I received at the hands of Col. Pierson—wrote you a reply, returning you my kind acknowledgements for your kindness towards me. I have never been fortunate enough to hear from you since, but I trust that as the distance is but short from here to Baltimore, I may have the pleasure of hearing from you frequently.
I am well pleased with our situation here and our treatment so far. We are at present located in the Hospital and have very pleasant quarters. I suppose this is merely temporary and other quarters will be assigned us soon. The climate on the Point is so much pleasanter than the cold temperature of Johnson’s Island that every one is pleased with the change.
I hope, my Dear Madam, that you have had the blessings of good health since I heard from you last and that you have been gladdened by tidings of your sons in that interval. I trust they were well when heard from.
There are some few articles which I would task your kindness to procure and send me if you can conveniently do so, but not otherwise. I need a few articles of underclothing, such as shirts, drawers, & socks, a handkerchief, &c. Now, my dear madam, I would not have you send these articles if not perfectly convenient. I shall be glad to hear from you soon. With my best wishes for your happiness. Your sincere friend, — R. W. Adams
Direct to Lieut. R. W. Adams, Ward II, Point Lookout, Maryland
The following letter was written by a Confederate officer who signed his name Will but gives us no clue as to the regiment he served in prior to being confined at Johnson’s Island Prison. We know that he took the Oath of Allegiance on June 18th 1865 along with a considerable number of others. He informs us that his mother still lived in Lexington, Kentucky, and that she had been separated from her family serving in the Confederacy for four years. His mother had written him recently that someone named Ol or Al, presumably a brother, had joined with Gen. Joseph Shelby who led several hundred Confederate soldiers into Mexico rather than surrender to Union forces.
He wrote the letter to Maggie, a good friend and possibly a cousin of his but her location is not given. We know only that it is not Lexington.
A former seller on eBay claimed this letter was written by “1st Lieut. & Adjutant Will A. Reed of the 1st Missouri Cavalry captured at Vicksburg” but I cannot find any such record and question its accuracy.
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
U. S. Military Prison
Johnson’s Island
12 o’clock M. June 18th 1865
Dear Maggie,
I have just returned from the outside, when with an interview with Col. [Charles Wesley] Hill, 1 settled my account with the Confederacy—my poor lost country. At four this evening I bid a last farewell to Johnson’s Island. In a few short days I will be with my dear Mother who for four long years has been separated from those who are dearest to her. My heart bounds with joy when thoughts remind me that I shall soon see her, one to whom in future I will devote my life. I shall not attempt to describe my feelings occasioned by the terms upon which I am released, your imagination being a far better descriptionist than my pen.
I received your sweet letter some days since and enjoyed hugely the vim with which you resented the “insult” offered our mutual friend, Cousin Mollie. With that good taste & candor prover vial of her—thought as I did—that he should feel complimented, however will send you one in a few days that will make you agree with us, that he ain’t half as good looking. I wrote some days since to Cousin Mollie. Hope it has been received. A letter from Ma this morning says Ol [Al?] has gone with Gen. [Joseph] Shelby to Mexico. Too bad. The next thing we will hear is that he has married a squaw. What do you think?
My sheet is full & must close. My best love to Mollie & your Ma & family. Also to Cousin Laura & the Judge & Jennie, Miss Eustice, & all my friends. When you write, direct to Lexington, Kentucky where I will remain for some little time. I am yet uncertain as to what movements I will make but rather think it will be Texas.
Plate will tell you all the news. Goodbye. May God in His goodness ever watch over you is the prayer of one who loves you as a brother, — Will
1Charles Wesley Hill served in the Civil War as Brigadier General, Ohio State Volunteers, Colonel 128th Ohio Infantry, Commander of Johnson’s Island Military Prison. He was appointed Brevet Brigadier General, USV and Brevet Major General, USV on March 13, 1865. In civilian life he was a lawyer and promoter of public school education.
This letter was written by Hubert Edgar Carpenter (1839-1902), the son of Anson Carpenter (1806-1856) and Diantha Skinner (1811-1873) of East Hampton, Connecticut.
Hubert’s obituary states that “he served his country valiantly in the Civil War, enlisting at Chatham, August 14th 1862 and serving in Co. H, 21st Connecticut Infantry until April 13th 1865 when he was transferred to Co. F, 20th Regiment, Veteran Reserve Corps. He was wounded June 3rd 1864 at the Battle of Cold Harbor, receiving a bad wound over his left eye, being hit by a piece of bursting shell. June 30, 1865, he was honorably discharged.
After the war he represented Chatham in the State Legislature 1878-79 and was a justice of the peace for a time as well as the post master through three administrations. He was married to Annie Hodge (1844-1928) in October 1865.
Hubert wrote the letter to his friend and future brother-in-law, Martin Leonard Roberts (1839-1910) of East Hampton, Middlesex county, Connecticut. Martin married Ruth Ann Carpenter (1853-1937). Martin was a member of the Connecticut Legislature in 1869 and served as the postal clerk at New Haven for many years.
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[Emory Hospital] Washington D. C.
January 31, 1865
Friend Martin,
Your note of the 25th inst. is at hand & I now take pleasure in writing a few lines in return though I must tell you to commence with that I am destitute of news and just humor. You will please excuse a short note this time.
I notice you are still undecided whether to come or not. A very good idea—think before you leap. As I said before, I should be pleased to see you out here but you must consult your own interests. Ed cannot stay away from East Hampton any more than a year or so before he must come back & stay two or three months. But who has a better right provided he is loyal to the government that protects him. But I am of the opinion that if he talks his secession glab before you that he will get hitch-holed some. At any rate, I hope so.
[Newell W.] Root, I notice by the papers, has suffered the penalty of his crime. He justly received his fate for by deserting to the enemy, he might expose the lives of thousands of his comrades by giving information to the enemy of our position. I am sorry that he ever belonged to our company. But still I don’t know as he has disgraced anyone but himself. What do you think about that? But I have nothing further to say on the subject—only that I hope that he has received pardon for his sins in the sight of the Author of All Good. 1
Everything is quiet here as usual though they are making pretty extensive preparations for the inaugural of the President on the Fourth of March next. The boys are all well at the front & in comfortable quarters & cheerful spirits.
As I have nothing further to communicate at the present, I will close by wishing you good success in all of undertakings that are virtuous in character. Yours truly, — H. E. Carpenter, Emory Hospital
1 Newell W. Root served with Hubert in Co. H, 21st Connecticut Infantry. His alias was George H. Harris. From the Petersburg Project we learn that Newell was influenced by Lee’s General Order No. 65 which promised leniency and assistance to Union defectors. Root deserted to Richmond, and with a group of 170 men made his way to Louisa, Kentucky, where he attempted to claim he was a Confederate deserter fleeing to the Union. He was arrested and a military court martial sentenced him to death. On January 25, 1865, President Lincoln asked Grant to review the case but based on the report, responded, “I do not interfere further in the case” and Root was subsequently executed by hamging. His execution was depicted in Harper’s Weekly. It should be noted that Root is often identified as having served in the 1st Connecticut Heavy Artillery which is false; he served in the 21st Connecticut Infantry.
A post war watercolor of Hubert based on poor quality image on Ancestry.com
This letter was written by Eben Plummer Brown (1840-1868), the son of Rev. Thomas Gibson Brown (1799-1885) and Caroline Maria Daniels (1808-1892) of East Hampton, Middlesex county, Connecticut. Eben wrote the letter from aboard the USS Courier while anchored off the Pensacola Navy Yard in late February 1864. He provides us no clue as to why he was on board except to suggest he was not a casual passenger. I could not find him listed among the crew of the vessel in 1864 (or earlier years) so I feel confident he was not in the US Navy.
The USS Courier was a store ship used by the US Navy during the Civil War. In 1864 she sailed between Boston and the Gulf of Mexico, supplying ships engaged in the blockade of Southern ports. She ran aground in the Abaco Islands in the Bahamas on 14 June 1864 and had to be abandoned, but her crew and cargo were saved.
Eben wrote the letter to Martin Leonard Roberts (1839-1910) of East Hampton, Middlesex county, Connecticut He married Ruth Ann Carpenter (1853-1937), the daughter of Andson and Diantha (Skinner) Carpenter. Martin was a member of the Connecticut Legislature in 1869 and served as the postal clerk at New Haven for many years.
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Directed to Martin L. Roberts, Esq., East Hampton, Middlesex county, Connecticut
U. S. Ship “Courier“
Off Pensacola Navy Yard
Monday eve, February 29th 1864
Friend Roberts,
We arrived at this port on the 25th of February after a sail of 17 days—one day longer than going to New Orleans on our last trip. I have not set foot on the “sacred soil” yet but expect to soon. We are anchored about 30 rods from the shore exactly opposite the Yard. From where we lay, the forts Pickens, McRee, and Barrancas are to be seen looking as saucy as you please with their Bull dogs eyeing you from every quarter.
Pensacola at the first sight of the beholder (or rather Warrington strictly speaking) impresses upon the mind that Warrington before the war was a splendid looking place as far as the buildings are concerned, but now nothing remains of most of the buildings but the chimneys which can be seen standing all along the shore for a mile or more.
Down the bay opposite Fort Pickens the Rebs had a battery of sand. When our guns were being fired from Pickens, a shot happened to go directly into the muzzle of one of the reb guns and bursted it off clear up to the trunnions. I guess that “Sesesh” got wasper jawed 1 that time.
The city of Pensacola is up the bay about 9 miles from here but the number of houses has diminished about one hundred inside of a month. About two weeks ago about 100 buildings were burnt. The reason or circumstances I do not know.
People at the North, to get a correct idea how the war has told on the South, ought to visit this part of the world. Our northern potatoes sell for only 7 dollars and apples for twelve and other things in proportion.
It is getting late and I must turn in. Hoping to hear from you in Boston, I remain as ever your friend, — E. P.
March 1st 1864
I send this by the way of New Orleans by the tug “Jasamin” Yours, &c. — E. P.
1 “Wasper-jawed” (more commonly spelled wapper-jawed or whomper-jawed) is a traditional regional dialect term used in the United States and parts of England to describe something that is crooked, out of alignment, uneven, or askew.
The following letter was written by 19 year-old Jacob Azro Gould (1843-1889), the son of Jacob Townsend Gould (1805-1853) and Sophia E. Samson (1818-1882) of Hopkinton, St. Lawrence county, New York.
How Jacob might have looked. This unidentified clerk is from the editor’s private collection.
When Jacob wrote this letter in August 1862, he had been working as a clerk in a dry goods store, living with and employed by Orren Dorman of Swanton, Vermont. He lived there 16 years before relocating to Rutland and entering into partnership with his brother in law, A. F. Davis.
Gould’s letter speaks of the enlistment of volunteers in Vermont in August 1862 in response to Lincoln’s call for troops under the federal Militia Act of 1862. He speaks of the federal order issued by Secy. of War Edward Stanton temporarily banning all draft-eligible men from leaving the country. Gould claims he’d serve rather than run if drafted but apparently the call never came. I could find no evidence he was drafted.
T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Directed to Mr. Silas W. Merrill, Hopkinton, New York
Swanton, Vermont
August 10th 1862
Friend Silas,
Probably you will be glad to hear of my safe arrival at home again. And as I owe you a letter, I will try & pay you now. The folks here are all half frightened to death for fear of being drafted—especially the Frenchmen. They are running to Canada almost in droves. But it is now against the law for anybody leaving the state without a pass. They search the cars & boats everyday. Yesterday they caught seven or eight on their way to Canada in the cars. They were arrested and sent back. I do not know where.
Well, if they wish to draft me, all right. I will not try to run. But I tell you, Silas, this war is an awful thing. We know nothing about it here at the North. But perhaps we may yet before we get through with it. Well we must make the best of it.
Our last company left here yesterday morning for headquarters. They are [en]listing pretty fast all over the state. It may be that they will not have to draft here but probably they will. We shall know by Friday, the 15th, most likely. There has a great many good boys gone from here the last week which of course a great any will never return. Well it is in a good & glorious cause, of course you know. Are not you glad that they cannot draft you? Probably they will have to draft a great many in New York State. Do they talk much of it there? If they take me, I shall hold my tongue & make the best of it.
I wonder how Frank R. gets along. Was it not too bad because I did not make her a call? Well it is too late now so I will not cry. Going home from your house that night, I bothered Chloe considerable about you. I told her I did not have any objections &c. Well if I go to war, I will write to you as I do now of course for if I go, I am not agoing to be killed of course, not although they are pretty careless down that way. They come near killing folks sometimes but, however, all right.
Give my best respects to all, especially that man who caught those trout—I cannot think of his name. No more. Goodbye. — J. A. Gould
