This letter was written by Andrew Jackson Clark (1837-1927) who served in Co. H, 23rd Massachusetts. Andrew was the son of Melzar Wentworth Clark (1812-1895) and Sabina Hobart Lincoln (1820-1906) of Hingham, Plymouth, Massachusetts. He was married in 1869 to Evelina M. Caine (b. 1847). Prior to the war, Andrew worked as a painter and as a volunteer fireman. After the war, he worked for a time as a painter, as a laborer in a rope factory, as a peddler, and as a janitor. He also spent 40 years as a fireman in Hingham.

According to his obituary, Andrew enlisted at President Lincoln’s first call for troops, stepping into the ranks of the Lincoln Light Infantry (Co. I, 4th Massachusetts Infantry) that served for three months. After that unit was discharged, he reenlisted in the 23rd Massachusetts and served until mustering out on 13 October 1864. “He was never wounded nor absent from duty on furlough.” He claimed to have participated in “the River and Sound Expedition; the rescue of Little Washington, N. C.; the battle of Portsmouth, Va.; the siege of Petersburg and the Battle of the Crater. Throughout Andrew’s letters are references to their suitability for publication in his hometown paper, the Hingham Journal, but I was not able to locate any on-line publications from that newspaper.

This partial letter came to me for transcription as an “unidentified author” but having transcribed several other letters by Clark in July, 2020 [see 1861-64: Andrew Jackson Clark to his Family], I was able to safely attribute the letter to him.

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Headquarters
Camp at Newbern
March 25, 1862

Dear Brother,

Everything is lonely here at Newbern at present. The mail arrived last night & with it came yours & Ada’s letters of the 17th and 18th inst. I was glad enough to hear once again from Old Bucket Town. We are now occupying a rebel camp which they left standing on the fair ground which is situated on river bank just back of the town. Our regiment is at present about 6 miles from here on the advance ground at what is called Jackson’s place. Our company is doing guard duty around the camp. The man who owns the place belongs to the rebel army but he came down to the city & took the oath and kept up communication with the enemy. We heard of it & three companies of our regiment—A, D, & H—were turned out lone morning last week about two o’clock & marched up there before daylight but the bird had flown but was expected back that day but he did not come. A body of rebel cavalry came there the night before & he packed up what he could & left. We were relieved by the Mass. 27th & we returned that night. The march up there and back was pretty tough as we had had a pouring rain all the night before & we had to waddle along through the mud fording numerous streams which ran across the road waist deep swollen by the late rain. The Sunny South—if anyone wants to live here, they may, but give me New England yet.

I suppose the southern papers make the people North think they do not suffer any from our blockade but I have sufficient evidence to the contrary. In the army commissary departments, there is plenty but outside of that, starvation stares them in the face. I am informed by good authority that the soldiers here had to take their wives and children into the camps to keep them from starving. They were obliged to sleep in the tents together with the men for a month. They allowed them rations but they soon stopped that and they were obliged to live on what they could get. Coffee was $1 a pound, salt 8 dollars a bushel—poor at that, shoes 3 to 5 dollars a pair, boots 12 to 15 dollars a pair. Such are some of their prices for inferior goods. You can judge what their shin plasters are worth here now when a man paid a five dollar bill for half a dozen yards of common calico with 5 or 6 cents a yard.

There were quite a number of the same men in that battery that was let off on their parole at Roanoke Island. One or two of them were killed & some taken prisoners again & recognized by our men. So much for southern principles. I could tell you of some of the curses of [ ] that stare you everywhere in the face, but I should only be telling an old story.

We have taken possession of the office of the Newbern Progress & now issue it ourselves. I will send you a copy soon. The men who issue it are nearly all detailed from the 23rd Regiment. We struck off a sheet the types of which they had set up when they left. It contained an exaggerated account of the Army of Virginia (as they call her) at Hampton Roads. They also report that their signals inform them that our fleet is up the mouth of the river and that….[rest of letter missing]