The following letter was written by John Peak Cushing (1836-1881). He enlisted in Co. A of the 8th Massachusetts Infantry (3 months) early in the war but later reenlisted as a corporal in Co. H, 19th Massachusetts and later, in December 1861, transferred to Co. I. He was wounded in action on 30 June 1862 during the Battle at Glendale, Henrico County, Virginia; mustered out with disability on 29 November 1862 at Washington, D. C.
John’s parents were Nathaniel Cushing (1809-1857) and Olive Wade (1804-1887) of Scituate, Plymouth county, Massachusetts. At the time of the 1860 US Census, John’s mother was considered “insane 30 years.” John was employed as a blacksmith at the time—a trade that he learned from his father—and he had two older sisters and an older brother named Nathaniel G. Cushing.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N
Camp near Yorktown
April 23, 1862
Dear Brother,
I have never answered your letter though I was very much pleased with it nor written home for a long time. The reason is I was sick when our regiment left Muddy Branch for Winchester. I went with them as far as our old camp near Balls Bluff & with 15 others stopped 4 weeks. I had to nurse, being the wellest. Three of the men died while I was there. When I got well, our regiment was at Fort Monroe, Virginia.
I took a steamer from Alexandria two weeks ago for Fort Monroe in charge of six men. Got there in two days. Saw our chaplain & he wanted me to stay one day and take his horse with me which was coming the next day in the boat. I did. He had no bridle and a saddle without stirrups [so] I made a bridle and got run away with. Got into camp at 11 o’clock at night—24 miles.
I had a nice time if I did get run away with. The trees were all in blossom, the air warm & nice. Hampton that was burned I passed through on my way. I saw a man from Massachusetts who had his house burned. He told me to tell the Massachusetts Boys to give them fits.
The ground is muddy like Maryland but black instead of red. Pine trees are plenty & we build roads with them. The soldiers & cavalry artillery are plenty musical, I tell you. We have to keep our eyes open. They turn us out nearly all the time. We are within one and a half miles of Yorktown.
I have sent home $20 by a new way. The allotment roll directed to you. The town treasurer will notify you when he gets it. Write soon & I will & more too. Goodbye now. — John P. Cushing










































