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My passion is studying American history leading up to & including the Civil War. I particularly enjoy reading, transcribing & researching primary sources such as letters and diaries.

1863-65: Nicholas Belveal to Mary Susan (Miller) Belveal

The following letters were written by Private Nicholas (“Nick”) Belveal (1839-1926) of Co. F, 33rd Iowa Infantry. Nicholas was 22 years old when he enlisted on 13 August 1862 and he remained almost three years with the regiment, mustering out on 17 July 1865 at New Orleans, Louisiana.

Nicholas was the son of Louis Belveal (1815-1880) and Rachael Ann Nelson Kelly (1823-1918) of Jackson, Keokuk county, Iowa—formerly of Shelbyville, Indiana. Nicholas was married to Mary S. Miller (1841-1884) in 1862. Sometime after the war the couple moved to Oakland, Alameda county, California.

Adding a note to Nick’s 1st letter was Joseph T. Miller (b. 1836), Nick’s brother-in-law who served in the same company.

I could not find an image of Nick but here is one of Pvt. Stephen Stolzer of Co. E, 33rd Iowa Infantry. He died of disease at Helena, Arkansas on 26 July 1863. (Iowa Civil War Images)

Letter 1

Tallahatchie River
March 9th 1863
On board steamer Lebanon No. 2

Dearly beloved wife & friends,

It is with the greatest of pleasure that I take the opportunity of informing you that we are all well & in good spirits & I sincerely hope these few lines may find you all in good health.

Well, Mary, I just finished washing & would like to see you—“that’s whats the matter.” Jo. T. is writing father Miller a letter. Well, Mary, I have not seen any more rebs since them I told you about. The darkies says the Rebs is scared nearly to death. They all leave as we advance. This is 13 days we have been out on the expedition and have not seem a reb yet. Oh yes, the cavalry took 2 prisoners.

This Yazoo Pass that you have heard of is about 2/3 as big as Skunk [River]. It empties into Cold Water which is a little bigger. Cold Water empties into the Tallahatchie which is about as big as Skunk [River] and as crooked, but it is a heap deeper. The darkies told us that their masters said if the Yankees got through the Yazoo Pass, Vicksburg was gone certain. The general belief of the soldiers is that the war is about over.

I haven’t got a letter from any of you since the one dated February 19th and I am a getting very anxious to hear from you again. But I think when the mail comes, I will get one. That will be this evening, I think.

Well, Mother, you said you was glad to think that I had quit swearing, I have not swore any since I was at home, not neither do I low it. We had preaching in the Cabin [of the steamboat] yesterday & I was in to hear it. Well, Mother, I have begun to live a religious life & I low to stick to it. You all know that the army is a hard place for a Christian to live but it don’t make any difference with me what others do or say. I low to try to do but what is right.

Sammy says he has nothing of importance to write—only he is well and would like to ses you all if he could. Only he wants to know whether Father has got that money from I. Morgan yet or not.

Well, I believe I have wrote all I have to write. I must close and let Joseph write some. I would like to see you all & I hope I will soon. So no more. Write soon. From your affectionate husband, — N. Belveal

To Mary S. Belveal

Dear Sister, I thought I would write you a few lines. I have just finished a good long letter to Father and Mother. Those lines leave me well and I hope they may find you the same as health is the greatest blessing we can enjoy here on earth and especially while we are in the army.

Well, Mary, I will tell you that I sent Martha 5 dollars in your care. I sent it with Nicholas when he sent his to you. Please do me the favor to hand it to her. I write her a letter the 24th of February. Something else. I have not much new to write this time but we are surrounded with trials here in the army. But Mary, I try to live up to my calling and serve my Master as much as I ever did in my life. And if I ever return to my home and friends, I hope to return untarnished by vice or if I die, to die a faithful soldier for my country and my Lord. But I must close. My best respects to you. Ever your brother, — Joseph T. Miller

To M. S. Belveal


Letter 2

October 11, 1863
On Board the Steamer Hawkeye

Dearly beloved wife and friends,

With the greatest pleasure I seat myself this morning in answer of your kind and welcome note which came to hand on the 7th inst. & found me as these leaves me well & hearty. And I sincerely hope these few lines may find you the same.

Well, Mary, I started up the river on the 3rd inst. guarding prisoners. We was ordered to Memphis and when we got there, we was ordered to St. Louis. And we are about 350 miles from St. Louis. We will get there about Tuesday evening if we don’t run in a sand bar.

Well, Mary, I stayed at Memphis & I am sorry to tell you that our dear brother Joseph is dead. He died on the 8th of August. I could not do anything about his affairs. I wanted to send his things home but they said that would be attended to and all be fixed up right. Mother wanted to know what he said but I could not find out as he was among strangers. He was doing well & getting along fine until he took the gangrene in his wound. Tell Mother I done all I could to fulfill her request but I couldn’t do anything that would be of any satisfaction to her. If I could, I would have done it. But poor brother, he is gone & we can’t help it. I hope we will all meet him again where there will be no wars nor troubles.

I left the camp last Sunday one week ago today. The Boys were all well & in good spirits when I left. We have got 326 prisoners—taking them to St. Louis & there is about half of them swears that they won’t never go back to the army anymore.

Well, Mary, if I had a furlough now I could soon be with you at home but I haven’t got one—that’s what the matter! Well, I must close for the boat shakes so that I can’t write to do any good. I will write again as soon as I get to camp. I would like mighty well to see you if I could & hope it will not be long until I can have that pleasure. So I will close for the present. So fare you well for a while. Ever your true and affectionate husband until death, N. B. to M. S. Belveal

Write soon.


Letter 3

Little Rock, Arkansas
November 4th 1863

Dearly beloved wife & friends,

With the greatest pleasure I take my pen in hand in order to drop you a few lines to let you know how I am getting along. I am well and hearty and I sincerely hope these few lines may find you all in good health. Well, Mary, I got a letter from you dated October 11th and also a few lines from Mother. You said you understood that we was going to Memphis but we have no orders to go there as I know of. I went to see about brother Joseph’s affairs but I couldn’t do anything about it. They told me that they would be sent home—that is, his clothes.

Well, the Boys has all got back and none of them got hurt. They didn’t see any Rebs—only deserters that come in and give themselves up. They average between 18 & 25. Well, Mary, I was mighty glad to hear of you being well again. You wrote in your other letter that you was only tolerable well. It gives me great satisfaction when I can hear of your being well.

Well, Mary, I was detailed yesterday to go after brick and we had to go about 15 miles through the thin settled country and cane brakes to no end. But the worst of all, I found a dead hog lying in the cane brake and I brought it to camp and told the captain about it and said, “Did you bring it in?” Yes. “Have you any to spare?” Yes. “Well I would like to have a piece of it as I suppose it hasn’t been dead long enough to spoil.” So we divided it.

Well, Mary, I haven’t any news to write that would be new to you but if I could only just get to see you, I could find a plenty to tell you but I hope the time will soon come when I can have that pleasure again for I want to see you mighty bad. Well, Mary, I have got $40 & I expect we will draw again in a few days 26 more, and I wish you had it all. Well, I believe I have wrote about all for this time. I will write Mother a few lines in answer to her kind note so no more at present. Ever your companion until death, — N. Belveal to M. S. Belveal

Write soon.

November 4th 1863. Much respected father and mother. I this evening seat myself in order to drop you a few lines in answer to your kind note which I gladly received last mail and was truly glad to hear of your being well. These lines leave me well and I hope they may find you the same, Well, Mother, I went to see about brother Joseph but I could not find out what he said before he died. I done all that I could. I couldn’t find just the spot where he was buried. Well, mother, I couldn’t find out anything about him that would console you any. If I could, I would. It is hard to give him up but we must give him up as cheerful as possible. He died a true patriot to his country. I have nothing of my [ ] to write, only I would like mighy well to see you all if I could. S I will close by requesting you to write soon. Ever your son until death, — N. Belveal


Letter 4

Little Rock, Arkansas
November 17th 1863

Dear Beloved Wife and friends,

With the greatest pleasure I this morning seat myself in order to drop you a few lines to let you know how I am getting along. I am well and hearty and I sincerely hope these lines may find you enjoying the same happy blessing. The boys is generally well. S. B. and J. Gill is well. J. Speirs is not well yet though I think he will be alright before long.

Well Mary, I was working on the fort yesterday. The detail of men to work on the fort per day is about 600—that is, from the different regiments. 1

Well Mary, I must tell you something about our meetings here in town. I was to meeting three times last Sunday and Sunday night. There is 6 different denominations here in town. I went to the Christian Church at 11 and 4 and as there was no preacher at that church at night we went to the Presbyterian Church at night. I got to hear a mighty good sermon in the forenoon and a tolerable good one in the afternoon, but at night it was rather a dry time.

Well Mary, you may guess how much satisfaction it was to get to hear some good preaching once more. It almost seems like I was free once more. I guess I must tell you there was lots of pretty girls there and they had to go home by theirselves. I tried to get some of the cowardly boys to go with them [but] they was afraid to venture.

Oh Mary, if I could only be at home where I could go with you to meeting, then it would be some satisfaction but I trust the time is not far distant when we can once more see that day. Prosperity and civility seems to once more reign over the town of Little Rock in which the inhabitants seem to be well pleased. As to produce, everything is very high. Pork is worth 15 cents per pound, mutton, beef 12.5, chickens 50 cents per head, potatoes 1.50 per bushel, corn meal 1.50, flour $10 and other things in proportion. What do you think of that?

Well Mary, Sergeant J. Bell is on his way home for the purpose of recruiting for Co. F and I send you $50 by him. I have no news of any importance to tell you this time I believe that would be new to you, but if I was only with you again I could talk you all to sleep. But I am in good spirits for I think the time will roll round some time when I will be again permitted to return to the one that I so dearly love. Well, Mary, tell brother J. F. Githen that I would like mighty well to hear from him if he has not forgotten me entirely though I don’t suppose he has time to write for nursing that boy. So I will bring my letter to a close by scbscribing myself your affectionate husband until death, — N. Belveal

To Mary S. Belveal. Write soon.

1 A month after occupying Little Rock, Gen. Steele ordered the start of construction of a new fort to defend the city from attack. It was a square redoubt with a network of batteries and rifle pits that was named Fort Steele.


Letter 5

Little Rock, Arkansas
June 21, 1864

Dearly beloved companion and friends,

With the greatest of pleasure I this morning seat myself for the purpose of dropping you a few lines in answer to your kind and welcome note of the 5th instant which came to hand in due time and found me as this leaves me—well and hearty. And I sincerely hope these lines may find you the same.

As to war news, I haven’t anything late. Times is quiet here and the weather extremely hot. And we had a General Review yesterday and today general inspection. They are spreading on the style rather thick to suit me. I hear that there was a fight at Brownsville yesterday between our cavalry forces and Old Shelby but I don’t know how true it is. But there was some infantry sent over there yesterday for some purpose. There was a detail from our regiment to go to Ft. Smith with a boat load of rations. The Rebs fired into the boat twice but they didn’t hurt anyone. They sent them their compliments and pushed on.

Well, Mary, I heard that Old Big Martha was married. If she is, tell her for me that I wish her much joy and a big boy. John M. Jones and J[ames R.] Speirs & J[ames] Gill is all well. Well, Mary, we haven’t been paid off yet. We had preaching in camp Saturday evening by the Chaplain of the 40th.

The Arkansas River has swollen about 6 feet in the last 24 hours. Business seems to be lively in town and all cheerful. The boys is all fixing for inspection.

I hant got any letter from Ben for so long that I can’t hardly recollect the time but I reckon he will write when he gets good and ready. I have wrote him two or three since I have got any from him. Well, Mary I don’t know what to write as I am out of news. We have got in the notion of getting up a singing. We have sent for 12 books to Chicago—price $3 per dozen. They are of the round note system. We have got tired of the old patent note.

Well, Mary, I will have to quite writing for want of something to write but if I was at home, I could tell you a great deal more than I can think to write. So I will close for the present hoping to hear from you soon. Fare you well for a while. As ever, your true companion until death. — N. Belveal

[to] Mary S. Belveal

Write soon. Co. F’s cook.


Letter 6

Little Rock, Arkansas
January 17th 1865

Dear beloved companion and friends,

I this evening seat myself for the purpose of dropping you a few lines to let you know that I am well and hearty and I truly hope re those lines reaches you they may find you enjoying the best of health and all the comforts that a lone life affords. Well Mary, I haven’t got any letter from you for some time but I think I will get one the next mail. The weather is warm and nice. Health is good.

Well Mary, there is a report that our Division is going to be assigned Post Duty here at this place. Our Brigade Commander is in command of this post now and John Brunt said he had seen the list of regiments that was to garrison this post. He said that ours was on the list and if that is so, it’s a good thing as we want our soldiering. We had General Inspection this afternoon which all went off nicely.

Well, my clothing bill for last year was $32.85 leaving me$9.15 to be paid in money at the next payment. I want to send you $1 when we are paid again.

Well, Mary, I was on picket last Saturday night and witnesses one of the unfortunate incidents of war. There was several of us —some of Co. A, F, and H—on the same post, and one of Co. A’s men saw a rat scrambling in the leaves and he thought he would kill it so he turned the butt of his gun and grasped it around the bayonet with his right hand and jabbed at the rat and the gun fired and the ball passed through his fingers, tearing them up badly. I brought him to camp. He was a recruit. He had only been on picket about four times—a dear initiation for him.

Well, Mary, I can’t think of much to write but the time is drawing nigh when I hope I will be permitted to bring my news instead of sending. The time seems to pass away very fast. Speirs & Gill and John Jones is well. Well, I believe I have wrote all that I can think of so I will close. Sam wants to write some to Thomas. So farewell for the present. As ever your companion until death, — N> B. to < S. B. Write soon.


Letter 7

Brazos Island, Texas
June 9, 1865

Dear beloved wife and parents,

I this morning seat myself for the purpose of dropping you a few lines to let you know that we are both well and hearty and I do sincerely hope this may find you the same. Well, Mary, instead of coming ome, we are now in Texas. We left Mobile on the 3rd day of June and sailed for this point which we reached on the 5th. We had a calm sea and a good ship which made the voyage pleasant. Our ship was 340 feet long and 1800 tons burthen. There is a current report here now that we are going to be relieved by an Army Corps of Colored Troops from New York. We are now at Point Isabela at the mouth of the Rio Grande River. It’s as any country. I haven’t had any letters for several days.

Our fleet and the French fleet is both laying out here in the Gulf. The French and Mexicans is still fussing and they can just fuss it out as far as I am concerned.

Sam has gone a fishing and I am going. We can catch lots of the best of salt water fish here. We have to use condensed water here altogether for the sea water is just as salty as brine.

Well, Maty, I haven’t got much to write and my hand shakes so bad that I can’t write what I want to. Well, I want to see you all mighty bad but I will have to wait until I can get home. The sun shines pretty hot here on this sand.

Well, I must quit for fear the mail goes off and leaves my letter. I have a poor place to write on. Keep in good faith for I feel pretty sure if we are releived here we will come home. So I will stop for the present, hoping to see you soon. As ever your true companion until death, — N. B. [to] M. S. B.

Write soon.


Letter 8

Encamped at the mouth of the Rio Grande, Texas
June 22, 1865

Dear Wife & parents & friends,

It’s with the greatest of pleasure that I this evening seat myself for the purpose of dropping you a few lines in answer to your kind, welcome note of the 11th ult. which just reached me and brought me the consoling news that you was all well. Those lines leaves us both well and I truly hope they may find you all the same.

Well, we are encamped on the boiling plains of Texas. The sun shines very hot but there is always a cool sea breeze as we are right on the beach. We can look for miles without seeing a tree or switch. We are on one side of the river and the French holds the other. Our boys get in a row with them once in a while and just clear them out. The Mexicans and French brings a heap of trade over.

As to when we will come home, I can’t tell. There is so many rumors that I can’t tell but the general opinion is that we will be relieved before long and sent home but don’t flatter yourselves for military power is uncertain, but dark has caught me and I will have to stop till morning.

This is the 23rd and finds us both well and I truly hope you are the same. O, Mary, you can’t imagine how bad I want to see you but the time is coming pretty close when they will have to let us out. But I can’t help but think we will get out before the 1st of October.

They try to make us drill two hours per day but we just fall in line and march off apiece and stack arms till the time is up and then come in. Our Colonel don’t care but it is the higher straps.

Well, Mary, you said you had not got any of them things yet. Some of the Boys sent things the same time & directed the same way that has gone to Washington, Iowa, and it might be that them things has gone there too. You could find out by writing a letter to the agent of Adams Express. John Jones & Wes Allen sent something at the same time and they have got home. I guess from the way you write, Mother don’t like Illinois very well. I haven’t got a word from them yet. I have wrote but don’t get any answer.

Well, Toad just come down here. There is horny toads here. This is a curious country. The wind blows nearly all the time from the same way. I don’t like this climate nor the country nor the people that lives here for they are such blockheads. Well, we have just went through the pretensions of drilling.

As to health, it is very good. We haven’t got any shade—only what we make out of our tents. Well, Mary, I can’t tell you when to look for me but I hope to be at home soon. Well, I believe I have wrote all that I can think of for the present so I will close hoping to see you soon. So fare you well for awhile. As ever your copanion until death, — N. B. [to] M. S. B.

Write soon.

1862: Francis Marion Crandall to Katherine Crandall

I could not find an image of Frank but here is one of an unidentified Wisconsin infantryman outfitted in the distinctive 5 button state blouse. (Michael Huston Collection)

The following letter was written by 19 year-old Francis (“Frank”) Marion Crandall (1843-1864), the son of Samuel Mortimer Crandall (1815-1855) and Elizabeth East (1823-18xx) of Baraboo, Sauk county, Wisconsin. Frank enlisted as a fifer in Co. A, 6th Wisconsin Infantry on 10 May 1861. He was wounded at the Battle of Antietam on 17 September 1862 and mustered out of the regiment on 6 July 1864, dying of disease at Chester, Delaware county, Pennsylvania. An article appearing in the Baraboo Weekly News on 9 November 1911 claims that “Mrs. J. G. Train” donated “many pictures including [one of] Leroy Gates; also ‘housewife.’ [Sewing kit] carried through the war by Frank M. Crandall.”

Frank wrote the letter to his cousin, Katherine (“Katie”) Crandall who was the daughter of David Phelps Crandall (1802-1877) and Priscilla East (b. 1815) who came to Sauk county, Wisconsin, from Montgomery, Mississippi.

At the time this letter was written in mid-May 1862, the Army of the Potomac was advancing on Richmond in the Peninsula Campaign. The 6th Wisconsin, however, were part of the 3rd Brigade in King’s Division, and stationed in the Dept. of the Rappahannock until June 1862.

Transcription

Fredericksburg, Virginia
May 13th 1862

Dear cousin,

I received your kind letter somewhere about 4 o’clock yesterday afternoon and was glad to receive one more letter before I died. I never expected to get another letter but I am glad that I was mistaken. I am sorry to hear of the death [of] Charley Brice. He was a fine young man, yet thousands have been killed who are no less dear.

Give my best respects to Martin & the girls and tell them I should be very much pleased to hear from them. Tell Martin to write. Have you received a letter from a Mr. Atwell? He old me he had written to you. He is a well educated young man and is a lawyer. You must write to him. He is also a schoolteacher at Waukechon.

Tell Sarah Martin & Leona Case that they had better write to me if they know when they are well off. Jake Langhart, I am sorry to say, is left behind. He was sick when we left. There was one time that they thought he would not live but they say that he is a good deal better now. 1

May 15th. I am once more seated to write. I am sitting wrapped up in two or three blankets so as to keep warm so you can form what sort of weather we have down here. The day that I went to see Jake [Langhart] I found a good Union family. He was very much pleased with me and would not let me depart without going into the house which I did and there I found a young lady, his daughter, about 19 years old and good-looking & smart.

I had a fine time last Sunday [11 May 1862]. I saw a skirmish between our cavalry under Col. Harris 2 and some rebel infantry. We took one Lieutenant & 17 privates with no loss. I must close. Love to all the folks. From your affectionate cousin, — Frank

1 Jacob C. Langhart served with Frank in Co. A, 6th Wisconsin Infantry. He was killed in action at the Battle of South Mountain on 14 September 1862.

2 Col. Ira Harris led the 5th New York Cavalry.

1864-65: Elihu Alonzo Crandall to Katherine Mary Crandall

This letter was written by Elihu “Alonzo” Crandall (1847-1918) of Baraboo, Sauk county, Wisconsin, who originally enlisted on 17 December 1863 in Co. F, 23rd Wisconsin Infantry. Alonzo wrote the letters to his cousin, Katherine (“Katie”) Mary Crandall (1842-Aft1900), whose brother, Robert Bruce Crandall (1839-1901) served in the same company. Alonzo later transferred to Co. I, 35th Wisconsin Infantry and mustered out of the service at Brownsville, Texas in March 1866. Elihu was the orphan of Samuel Mortimer Crandall (1815-1855) and Elizabeth East (1823-1857).

A post war image of Elihu Alonzo Crandall

Robert and Katie were the children of David Phelps Crandall (1802-1877) and Priscilla East (b. 1815) who came to Sauk county, Wisconsin, from Montgomery, Mississippi. Robert enlisted on the 14 Aug 1862 as a 1st Sergeant in Co. F, 23rd Wisconsin Infantry. He was later promoted to 2nd lieutenant for meritorious conduct and mustered out at Mobile, Alabama the 4th July 1865.

The 23rd Wisconsin served in the western theater of the war, primarily along the Mississippi River Valley.

The first letter presented here was written in October 1864 while Alonzo still served in the 23rd Wisconsin Infantry. It describes the expedition to Bayou Sarah and Jackson, Louisiana, where they encountered Confederates led by Col. John Scott’s Cavalry Brigade and Col. Frank P. Power’s Regiment who drove them from Thompson’s Creek near Jackson to St. Francisville on Oct 5th.

The second letter was written in July 1865 from Clarksville, Texas, after Alonzo had been transferred to Co. I, 35th Wisconsin Infantry. In that letter he describes having been attacked by sand fleas (though he described them as mosquitoes so small they couldn’t be seen) with a bite so strong that it could cut “through a piece of solid cast iron two inches thick.”

See also—1864: Elihu Alonzo Crandall to Katherine Mary Crandall on Spared & Shared 21. See also—1862: Robert Bruce Crandall to Katherine Mary Crandall on Spared & Shared 17. See also—1863: Robert B. Crandall Diary at the Sauk County Historical Society.

Letter 1

Alonzo’s provides us with details of the expedition from their encampment at Morganza Bend to Bayou Sara by steamboat on October 3-6, 1864. Action action Bayou Sara and Thompson’s Creek, near Jackson on October 5th is described. Some 3 regiments of infantry, 500 cavalry, and 3 sections of artillery participated on the expedition, including the 16th Ohio Infantry. A member of the 16th OVI named Corporal Theodore Wolback wrote of the landing at Bayou Sarah: “The force struck out from the river toward St. Francisville, the 16th in advance deployed as skirmishers. They passed through the town on a run finding but one person on the street, an old man in the act of hitching up in a buggy. He was taken charge of by a guard. A little beyond town our advance ran into some cavalry pickets, three I believe. One was sound asleep and was captured; the other two got away just in time to escape a like fate. The captured man was very communicative. He said he had fought under Zollicoffer at Mill Springs. A little further beyond we passed the residence of ex-Governor Harris. The old gent was at home and was very friendly to us, bringing milk out to the boys. A squad of rebel cavalry, that was cut off on a by-road by our main advance, galloped out on the main road and escaped with bullets singing after them. Not finding anything more of the enemy after going fifteen miles we returned.

Addressed to Miss Kittie M. Crandall, Baraboo, Sauk county, Wisconsin

Camp of 23rd Regt. Wisconsin Vols.
Morganza Bend, Louisiana
Thursday, October 6th 1864

Dear Cousin Kitty.

I now seat myself to pen you a few lines to let you know what we have been doing for the last 5 or 6 days. Last Sunday afternoon we got orders to move down the river the next morning as far as Bayou Sarah—distance of 15 miles. We marched to the landing and went on board the Ohio Belle about sunrise, landed at the bayou a little before noon and the first boat to land was the Laurel Hill [which] Col. [Joshua J.] Guppey and his] staff were on and Capt. [Jacob A.] Schlick [of Co. F, 23rd Wisconsin] was the first man to land. He took his horse with him and jumped on to him and put off up town and their pickets were in town. The captain captured some of them before he went a quarter of the way through the town, took him a mule & his arms. We took two more after the cavalry got ashore.

We moved up on the hill about a mile from the landing and formed a line of battle and laid that way all the rest of the day and all night. The next morning we was ordered up at 4 a.m., eat our breakfast, started at 5, went to Jackson, La., 13 miles by 11 o’clock. We eat dinner, stayed in town a little while, then fell in and fell back a mile from the town across a creek and went into camp for the night. We got our supper and sat down to eat it and Lt. Stanley told us the orders were to do all our cooking that night and not to build any fires in the morning.

But when a.m. came, he told us to build our fires and get breakfast and just after breakfast, we got up on the fence and saw them plant a battery or rather one piece and we got off of the fence. I had just got off and give Corp. Williams some sugar to sweeten his coffee and I had just put the sugar back into my haversack when a shell came from the rebel gun just over our heads and burst, killing a man in Co. C. It bruised his head and another struck him in the bowels, tearing him all to pieces. 1

They threw about six shells and then stopped. Then we fell back for Bayou Sarah and when we had got within about 2 miles of the town, their cavalry charged on our rear guard forcing us to stand. Our regiment filed off to the right in an open field where they could see us and we them. They planted a gun and opened on us. They killed some man in Co. G by the name of John Jones. 2 The shell struck right in front of where he was lying & glanced upwards and bursted in his head, throwing his brains all over [cousin] Robert and the other boys and wounded 3 others. They then fell back, Co. F being the lucky company. They left both the men on the field. Not a man in Co. F was hurt. They then fell back to the town on top of a high hill.

The rebels run 4 pieces and our guns disabling one gun and blowing up one caisson. They didn’t try it any more. We fell back to the boats, got on the boats, and got back to camp last night.

There was never a regiment in the U. S. Service that stood the fare [?]—or would of stood it, that is what the Colonel commanding the expedition gave us in praise. He (the Colonel) sat on his horse looking at the rebs telling the battery where to fire and the shell bursting all around and he sat there and never dodge nor stir. — Alonzo

I will close this letter now. I guess.

Is George and Jennie with you yet? If so, give them my love and and also Mr. Stanly’s folks. Tell them Lt. is well. Love to all, from your affectionate cousin, — Alonzo


1 Pvt. Martin Cook of Marcellon, Wisconsin, was the unlucky soldier. He was killed in action on 5 October 1864 at Jackson, Louisiana.

2 Corp. John G. Jones of Columbus, Wisconsin, was wounded in action at Vicksburg and killed in action on 5 October 1864 at Jackson, Louisiana.

Map from a description of the same expedition appearing on 16th Ohio Infantry website.

Letter 2

Addressed to Miss Kittie M. Crandall, Baraboo, Sauk county, Wisconsin

Camp 35th Regt. Wisconsin Infantry
At Clarksville, Texas
July 14, 1865

Dearest Cousin,

Today finds me in Co. I, 35th Regt. Wisconsin Volunteers in Clarksville, Texas opposite of Bagdad, Mexico. In the first place, I must tell you how our company is situated. There is [Jeremish] Sullivan, [Lucius A.] Crosier, and myself belonging to Co. I and Sullivan belongs to Co. G, and the rest [Patrick] Conley, [Hiram L.] Edwards, [James] Green, [William] Hickok, [George] Morg. Jones, Billy Jones, O[rson] C. Knapp, [Israel] Perry, are all in Co. K. That is the way we are split up. I don’t like the idea a bit but we must put up with it I suppose for it can’t last forever. We will be just as good as any shoulder strap one of these days if Lord willing and nothing happens.

We left Mobile on the night of the 8th on board of the N. P. Banks and arrived at Galveston on the afternoon of the 11th, stayed in port all night, and left again on the next morning at 4 o’clock for Brazos Santiago. Arrived there on the night of the 13th, landed, found the regiment. Was nine miles ahead. We were ordered to march it so we waited until night and marched within about a mile of the regiment and went into camp for the night. We laid in the sand where it was about 4 feet deep and it made us a nice, soft bed—almost too soft. But the mosquitoes like to eat me up. They were so small that you could not see them and they would bite a man through a piece of solid cast iron two inches thick. They were awful—almost as bad as at Cedar Point. Ask [your brother] Robert how bad they were there and he will tell you.

Just across the border from Bagdad on the American side of the Río Grande during the 1800s.

There is about 10,000 troops here at this point and about 70,000 in all. We expect Old General U. S. Grant here now every day. He was expected in Mobile the same day we left and I believe just as sincerely as ever I did anything in my life, when he comes to see how things are working, he will have the rest of the white troops mustered out and station the negroes here—or rather leave the negroes here that are here now for there is nothing whatever a going on here. But on the other side, the French and the Mexicans are pretty busy. Maximilian evacuated Bagdad yesterday. He heard that [Col. Juan Nepomuceno] Cortina was close onto him.

They don’t let anymore of our men or officers either to go over [into Mexico] anymore for the officers of the 28th Wisconsin used to go over there and gamble and one day one of the officers won $50 from a Mexican and the Mexican told him to give him back his money or he would blow out his brains. The officer told him it was the first and best shot and at the same time shot the Mexican dead and others. Was about 20 of our boys over there and they commenced to fire and had quite a time over it and ever since they don’t allow any of our boys to cross.

Well, I must close. Give my love to all the folks and my regards to Mr. Stanley’s folks. With lots and lots of love to thee, I remain as ever your affectionate cousin, — Alonzo E. Crandall, Drummer, Co. I, 35th Regt. Wisconsin Vols.

1865: Ichabod P. Hewitt to Samuel Erastus Barnes

The following letter was written by Ichabod P. Hewitt (1844-1907), the son of James and Phebe (Clark) Hewitt of Warren county, Pennsylvania, who entered as a private in Battery G, 3rd Pennsylvania Heavy Artillery (a.k.a 152nd Pennsylvania Regiment), in early February 1864. Muster roll records indicate that he deserted on 28 July 1865 following the cessation of hostilities. After the war, Ichabod took a job in the oil production industry.

Hewitt wrote the letter to Samuel Erastus Barnes (1844-1902), the son of Asa and Letitia (Fice) Barnes of Warren county, Pennsylvania. Erastus worked in the lumber industry.

[Note: This letter is from the personal collection of Jeff Hilsmeier and was transcribed and published on Spared & Shared by express consent.]

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Redoubt Converse [near Appomattox River]
Spring Hill, Virginia
February 13, 1865

Mr. E. Barnes,

Sir, I received your kind and welcome letter of the 5th instant and I was glad to hear from you once more but was sorry to hear that Rose was sick. I hope she may recover.

Well, Mister Barnes, I disagree with you in the peace question for Mister Lincoln has offered them all that they could ask and the rebels would not accept it and now I want to see them all licked into the Union again. I was in favor of peace before but now I say lick them in and so does every other soldier.

Well, I hope they will find oil there? Has Elk County ever sent the bonds for the county? Do the best you can with them.

There is a young man here in Company E. He sends his respects. His name is Anthony Flanagan. 1 He worked for you once.

I suppose you have heard about the rebel rams coming down the James River and got drove back. That was where we done picket duty all summer. The got one boat blowed up and then went back. 2

Well, I will have to close. Write soon. Tell Rosa to write a poor soldier who is very lonesome. Yours and so far, — I. P. Hewitt

Address:

I. P. Hewitt
Battery G, 3rd Pa. Artillery
Redoubt Converse
Spring Hill, Va.
Via Fortress Monroe
Care of Capt. [Joseph W.] Sanderson


1 Anthony Flanagan entered the service on 2 January 1864 and mustered out with Battery E on 9 November 1865.

2 Hewitt is probably referring to the Battle of Trent’s Reach in which a flotilla of Confederate warships attempted to break through the Union blockade on the James River and attack Grant’s supply depot at City Point. The CSS Drewry was so heavily damaged that her crew abandoned ship just in time because fifteen minutes later, at 6:55 am, a round from one of the batteries ignited the vessel’s powder magazine. Instantly the gunboat exploded violently and sank. The large shock wave also heavily damaged the nearby Scorpion which had to be abandoned as well. Two men were killed on the torpedo boat and it sank along with the Drewry.

1865 image of the CSS Drewry sunk in the James river channel

1865: Samuel Frank to Ruth A. Morgan

The following letter was written by Pvt. Samuel Frank of Co. B, 18th Missouri Infantry—a regiment formed early in the war and one that took part in most of the important engagements in the western theatre. It lost heavily at Shiloh. During the first two months of 1864m it was mounted and employed in scouting the country about Florence, Alabama. It then joined Gen. Sherman’s army and was assigned to the 17th Corps during the Atlanta Campaign and the March to the Sea. They then marched with Sherman to Raleigh, North Carolina, where this letter was written in April 1865 on the evening before Gen. Sherman reviewed his army in the streets of Raleigh

Gen. Sherman reviewing his troops as they march through the streets of Raleigh, 24 April 1865
The Becker Collection, Boston College Libraries

Samuel wrote the letter to 15 year-old Ruth A. Morgan (1849-1926) of St. John, Putnam county, Missouri. Ruth was married to Sidney Daniel Shattuck (1836-1918) in 1868 and lived her entire life in Putnam county, Missouri.

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Addressed to Miss Ruth A. Morgan, St. John, Putnam county, Missouri

Camp near Raleigh, North Carolina
April 23rd 1865

Miss Ruth A. Morgan,

Dear friend, it is with pleasure that I take my pen in hand to answer your kind letter that came to hand a few days ago and was glad to hear from you and to learn you was well and to know that you haven’t forgot me. I am in good health and I truly hope when this comes to hand it will find you well and enjoying yourself.

Well, I haven’t much of importance to write, only I would like to see you once more and have the pleasure of talking to you. We have good news down here. Old General Lee has surrendered to General Grant and General Johnson has surrendered to General Sherman and lots of news about [the] place. It is the talk that we sill start in a few weeks on our way home and then all of the boys can come home and see the girls and have a good time with them. And then we can talk instead of writing and that will be much more pleasure to us.

Thomas Good[e] has come and fetched the letter safe to me. It has been a long time since I heard from you. It done me lots of good to get a letter from you. All of the boys is well as far as I know. Only Chris—he is not here at this time. He has not been with the regiment since we left Beaufort, South Carolina.

We are to have a General Review tomorrow. General Sherman is to be there. It is to be in town. I will have to close for it is getting late and I have to clean my gun. I send my love and best respects to you. Write soon as you can. I still remain as ever your true friend. Yours sincerely [with] love, — Mr. Samuel Frank

to Miss Ruth A. Morgan

So goodbye

1861-62: Melville P. Nickerson to his Family

The following letters were written by Melville P. Nickerson (1838-1907), the son of Solomon Swett Nickerson (1802-1856) and Sally Wentworth Veazie (1803-18xx) of Brewer, Penobscot county, Maine. He wrote the letters to his brother-in-law James S. Young of Brewer. In the 1860 US Census, Melville was enumerated in his mother’s home, his 26 year-old brother Oliver working as a boat builder, and Melville as a 22 year-old mariner.

I could not find an image of Melville but here is one of Samuel Caley of Co. D, 2nd Maine Infantry

I have not provided a middle name for Melville as the genealogical records vary—some say it was Parker, some say Porter. In fact, his first name is also given variously as Melville or Melvin though I feel confident it was Melville. His comrade’s called him Mell.

The war had barely begun when Melville enlisted on 28 May 1861 as a private in Co. C, 2nd Maine Infantry. He was quickly elevated to a corporal and later rose to Sergeant. Despite Melville ridiculing others in his regiment for “playing off” and being discharged for medical disability by a surgeon’s certificate, it appears that he did the same thing in the spring of 1862, never even participating on McClellan’s Peninsula Campaign. By the time of the 1863 Draft Registration in the summer of 1863, Melville was back in Brewer studying law.

The 2nd Maine was the first Civil War regiment to march out of the state, and was greeted with accolades by civilians as it made its way to Washington, D. C. It engaged in “eleven bloody and hard-fought battles” including the First Battle of Bull Run, where it was the last regiment to leave the field, and Fredericksburg, where it took its greatest number of casualties. As one of the letters alludes to, the term of service to which the men had agreed to serve was a matter of dispute from the very beginning though most did not take the matter seriously in 1861 as most of them thought, like Melville, that the war would certainly be over by the spring of 1862. Whether it was a two year or three term of service seemed to matter little at the time.

Melville’s 1861 letters reflect the reputation of the regiment. They were known as a rough and rowdy bunch who loved a good fight. Many of them were seamen, dock workers, laborers and lumberjacks. Drinking and fighting were second nature to them.

Letter 1

Camp Seward
June 20th 1861

Dear Brother Jim & Sister May

I received your letter last night and was glad to hear from you and the folks at home that I did not stop to think of your not writing before. We are all well here at present and me especially for i never was better in my life although I should like to have something more to eat sometimes but manage to get along very well. We are having very warm but pleasant weather now and some of the men feel the heat very much but I guess that when we get a little more used to it, we shall like it better.

Everything is quiet here at present. No important movements going on although the federal troops are slowly but surely advancing their lines towards Harpers Ferry and Manassas Gap and probably there will be a pitched fight there before long if there is any fight in the South. But every moment it is delayed finds us in better shape for we are improving in drill and there are troops arriving every day more or less. But it is thought that the war will not be prosecuted very much until Congress meets and then after they have another chance to throw down their arms and return to their allegiance. If they still persist in their rebellion, the immense forces concentrated here and at Fort Monroe and the West will probably be sent on and then Jeff Davis & Company had better look out for their necks are in danger.

You can have but a poor idea of the quantity of troops here. Even we, until we had been here a week, saw them come in every day and night, could not imagine anything of the preparations that are being made by the Government. I see by the letters that we get from home that it is generally thought down there that we are in the service for only three months but here we do not know how long we are in for—some say 3 years and others 3 months. As for myself, I cannot find out how it is and therefore shall not express an opinion on it anyway.

We are sorry to hear of the death of poor Benner for he was a first rate little fellow and he is the first of the 2nd Regiment that has fallen a martyr to his patriotism. But his name should be remembered by all true men i nMaine for although he did not [die] by the steel of the rebel’s [bayonet], he has fallen in a glorious cause. May he rest in peace and who will be the next? God only knows.

Mary wrote that Oliver had written the same day that you did but I have not anything from him. I got one last night from David. I should like to have been down there to have gone to the fires. I guess that you have got some secessionists down there. I think you had better organize a regiment right off and station some picket guard and send out patrols or you may see some morning when you get up the rebel flag flying over your heads and then don’t say that I did not warn you. But then, I suppose you don’t know much about war down there. If you had been encamped within two miles of Virginia and within sight of Alexandria and Fairfax Court House and also Arlington Heights for a fortnight, you would feel like fighting. I have been so mad for a week that I did not know what to do.

Because I did not get any letter from home and I have written 4 or 5, but since I got yours & David’s last night, I feel much better. Write as often as you can and tell all the folks to do the same and I shall keep you as well informed of our movements and condition as I can. I have not got only a half of a sheet of paper this morning so I must close. Your brother, — Mell


Letter 2

Camp Seward
June 26th, 1861

Dear Sister,

I received your letter Monday night and was glad to hear that you and the rest of the folks were well and doing well. I am still enjoying good health and in good spirits. There is not much sickness in the camp at present. The warm weather affects a few though it is nothing serious. There is no movements of importance going on now although I believe there is a gradual advance of the forces on the other side of the river in Virginia but probably there will not be much of a battle till after the Fourth of July when, if Congress cannot succeed in arranging the matter, we shall go into them and wipe them out. It is sort of full and dry here in camp but we live well now and don’t have to drill more than one half as much as we did before.

We had a great time here last night. We had a mock dress parade. We dressed up in the worst shape we could after the rag muffin style and went out on the regimental parade and went through the motions of a dress parade, None of the officers partake in it. It is all among the privates. Ed Currier was captain & Jim [ ]son & Charles Merrill were lieutenants while I was orderly sergeant of our company and we had a great time, I tell you. The officers all were out to see it. All of our regiment and all of the other three Maine regiments with quite a crowd from other regiments. There was about five or six thousand soldiers in the field. After we got through with that fun, the band of the #rd Maine came over and played in front of our officers’ quarters for about an hour. They have a very fine band of 23 pieces. We had a splendid serenade. The officers encourage the boys to get up all kind of sports. It serves to make our time pass more pleasantly and keep the boys from being homesick. Charley Merrill got a trunk from home the other night and most of the boys from the lower end of town got some presents from their folks. I got a letter from Mother and Judith and Oliver and have answered them. Hope they will write often and they may expect to hear from me frequently.

As near as I can find out about our term of service, we are accepted for two years but it is not certain and it is impossible to find out for certain here. I suppose that you down there know more about it than we do here.

Monday afternoon I went out on a cruise in the country back of here. I went about three or four miles back on the plantation and had a first rate time on some of them and some of them looked awful ugly, but they do not dare say anything about here about secession to our soldiers for an insult offered to one of them and they would tear a man’s house down over his ears. So we cruise around and eat all of their strawberries and other fruit that we can find on their plantations and thank nobody for it.

We hear some rather hard stories about Wheeler in his performance of his duties toward the support of our soldiers’ families and the boys are awful mad about it. I think that he had better be careful or he will see some trouble when Co. C gets home to Brewer again. They may think he is a rebel and tear his house down about his head or something of that kind for we don’t stop at trifles now and if the people in Brewer want to try any of their humbugging, they had better try somebody else than soldiers (mind that now!).

I got a letter from Enoch Monday night also and shall answer it as soon as I can. Probably this afternoon. You have written several ties about sending newspapers from home but as we get several a week now in camp, I would not bother with them, I think. But do just as you please about it. I was sorry to hear that things were so hard down there as us poor folks must feel the effects of it very much. But I have faith to think that there will be a way provided for all who are striving in this, our sacred cause.

We are expecting the arrival of more Maine regiments every day but what they are going to do with so many men, I can hardly see for there is a chain of encampment a mile deep all around the city and any quantity in the city whilst over the river they have dug entrenchments from Alexandria to Arlington Heights—a distance of about ten miles. And they have any quantity of men in them out west, they are all soldiers. God pity the rebels.

President Lincoln has command of from 225 to 250 thousand men now and we have but just commenced to send troops here yet. New York has about 70 thousand here now and 40 thousand more begging for a chance to come and the other states in proportion. What Jeff Davis thinks of doing with 75,000 men against all this force is more than I can imagine. I should advise him to take what money he can get and hop a fast steamer and take his brother rebel leaders and leave for the south sea islands right off.

But my sheet is fill of something but I guess it don’t amount to much anyway. Write often. From your brother, — M. P. Nickerson


Letter 3

Headquarters 2nd Regiment Vol. Maine Militia
Camp Seward, Washington D. C.
June 27th 1861

Dear Brother Jim and sister,

I have just received your letter of the 23rd and hasten to write in return. I was very glad to hear that you were well and that the rest of the folks were also well. Also that that garden was doing so well. When you eat your first mess of green peas, just eat a few for me. I am happy to say that we are faring much better now than we used to. We get enough and it is of good quality. The fault before was in the contractors. The quartermaster could not get good grub and so he stopped taking of them and engaged a new buyer and provision dealer and now we get along first rate. Ain’t you glad?

I want you to tell Mr. O[liver] M. Nickerson, Esq. that if he can’t stop toting Annie around long enough to write a few letters now and then, that he had better sell out to some loafer that has got time. Tell him that because I have gone and there is nobody to cuff him a little and keep him straight, that he had [better] not think that he can do just as he has a mind to for I shall be at home next spring and then he will have to stand around. Tell Jim that he had better look after him or he may become dangerous. Tell him to give him a dose of cord wood three times a day to be taken for an hour before eating and keep him to home, and I guess that he will get over it in time. I think that there is a chance to outgrow it.

I am tanned up so black that I am almost afraid to go out among the slaveholders around here, and have got a ferocious mustache and whiskers—almost as heavy as the President’s. At least I shall have in a few weeks.

We have to turn out now at 4:30 o’clock for two hours and then have a company drill for an hour and a half at 8:30 o’clock. And then we don’t have anything more to do until half past six at night when we have a dress parade. So you see I have any quantity of time to read and write letters and papers. I was very glad to get a paper from you today. There is o important news here now so I don’t know hardly what to write about.

The Farmers’ Cabinet, 28 June 1861

I think that is all a hoax about Jeff Davis’s propositions for it is contradicted here in Washington last night, but still it may be true for all I can know about such things is by rumor for government does not let its movements be known now. I think there is a chance for the trouble to be settled when Congress meets for I think that the South has got sick of rebellion in the face of such a force as we have raised now. We have about as many men in this city [will] hold and the rooms are all full round about here. Probably we have one hundred to one hundred and fifty thousand men here in this vicinity and about 250 thousand under arms in the North and by September we shall have 500 thousand and they would make short work of the South.

As to how long I have enlisted for, I have enlisted for two years you know in Bangor, and then in Willet’s Point we took an oath for three years if we were mustered in for that length of time, but how long we were mustered in for, I do not know anything more about that than you do. But be it two or three years, this war will be over by next May and then we shall be discharged if not before. We may not have been mustered in for more than three months and so our time will be out the 28th of August.

There is a daguerrean artist here by the name of Mrs. Donaldson—a widow lady who is taking pictures for 25 cents. When I get paid off, I shall send my picture home. I expect it will be splendiferous! Gorgeously magnificent!

Tell mother to write me again and Judith and David and Oliver and everybody else. I have answered Mother’s and Judith’s letter and also your last. Keep on writing and send all the news. Tell Oliver to give my best respects to Ann and tell her that his [Oliver’s] soger brother is a great deal better looking than he is. Give my regards to all enquiring friends. So goodbye for this time and remember your brother.

— M. P. Nickerson, Co. C, 2nd Regt. V. M. M., High Private


Letter 4

Fort Corcoran
August 29th 1861

Brother Jim,

As I have not written to you for some time and it rains today and is sort of dull, I thought I would write a few lines just to let you know that I am alive and well as usual and I hope you and yours are enjoying the same. I kinder thought I should get a letter from you today but did not. But I suppose that you are so busy that you don’t feel much like writing for I know that I don’t like to sit down and write when I have been to work hard.

There is no news of importance here—at least I don’t know any for I don’t have much chance to in here for we have moved inside of the fort and taken up winter quarters, I suppose. And we are busy just now learning how to handle the big guns in here. Our company has 8-inch [seacoast] Howitzers to handle. They differ from the common 64-pound siege guns only in its length and the thickness of the casting as they are made to heave shell and grape in and are not so good for heaving ball. I am gunner of one of the pieces and she is a beauty, I tell you. She weighs 5,780 pounds and I am going to fetch her home with me for a fowling piece when I come and I want to borrow some of your tools to make a stock for her for the one she has got now is rather clumsy.

The rear entrance to Fort Corcoran

I shall not want to borrow any gage for you know that I made one last winter and if you have not stolen it, I suppose it is to home now. I should like to play Euchre with you once more for that has been the principal business since we came away and I suppose I can beat anything but the Old Boy and I guess I could stand my hand with him even.

I hope you will follow my direction in regard to fighting if you should happen to have a battle there. There is not much sickness here now except a few that are sick the same as Hen[ry] Leach was. Oh he’s a brave lad. Have you joined the Home Guards yet? I understand they are getting up a company down there in Brewer. We are coming home in May to clean them out and the 400 of the Bloody Second that are left can clean out the whole state.

We had a grand review of this brigade last Tuesday by Gen. McClellan & staff accompanied by the President & Secretary Seward. They came into the fort and saw us exercise the guns and like all the others, they gave us a very good name but still not seem to think much of our good clothes. And to tell the truth, I never saw the regiment look quite so bad before. Their clothes are a great deal more holy than righteous. Anyway, since then, there is an order been signed to do away with all grey uniforms so I think we shall get new ones soon.

We have first rate fare now—the best we have ever had. Soft bread every day and baked beans quite often, and a plenty of fresh & salt beef with tea and coffee do that we get along quite well. I don’t weigh quite so much as I did when I enlisted but I am a pretty tough cup generally and I suppose I could clean out about a dozen of such critters as you & Oliver are.

I want you to be a good boy & keep your nose clean and not tear your trousers while I am away and when I come back, I’ll buy you a stick of candy. But as it is about time to drill, I must close this letter. Write as often as you can spare time and write everything you know. I expected a letter from Mary today but did not get any. If I was there I would cuff her ears, but hoping to hear from you all, I remain yours, &c., — M. P. Nickerson


Letter 5

Hall’s Hill, Va.
November 25th 1861

Dear Sister,

As I have a few minutes leisure, I will scribble a few lines to you. I am well and doing well and we are in the same place yet and I see no prospect of moving yet a while. The weather is rather cold and wet here lately and we had a little snow storm on Sunday night and I was sergeant of the guard and we had to be on all night, so you see I got the whole benefit of it. But it did not last long, but is awful muddy here and growing worse every day.

There has been nothing of interest to write about since my last except the great review that came off last Wednesday about 3 miles below here. Our Division went. There was about 60 thousand men there and it was the greatest military show ever witnessed on this continent, I tell you that. Sixty thousand men on one field in a great muster. It did not make me think of a Down East muster a bit, nor I don’t think it resembled it a bit. And I think it would bother Col. Higgins some to handle them.

Uncle Abram [Lincoln] was there on horseback by the side of Gen. McClellan, or George as the boys call him, and as they passed down the lines, each regiment gave three cheers and Gen. Mac blushed up as red as a beet, but Old Abe merely took his hat off and rode on as cool as a cucumber. He has been in so many crowds this past year that he has got used to them whilst our young General is not much used to such things yet. Abe has an awful responsibility resting on his shoulders but I hope he will come out all right.

President Lincoln and Gen. George McClellan reviewing the Union troops at Bailey’s Crossroads on 20 November 1861

The great theme of conversation now is the expedition that is fitting out under Gen. Butler and I suppose that we shall hear of another strike on the southern coast somewhere before long. In my opinion, that is the place to fight the war. It should be carried home to the nest of secession and let them know what the horrors of war are. Let them see their houses and fields a smoking ruin, their families houseless, and know that they hated Yankees are at their doors and that starvation and ruin are staring them in the face and it will do more towards bringing them to their senses than all the big battles in Virginia can.

Oh, I should like to go to South Carolina and help wipe her out entirely and make government land of her again. I would fight for that as I never fought before, but Virginia and Tennessee and Kentucky, I pity, for they have been forced out of the Union and into this business whilst the more southern states where this business was first hatched have thus far escaped with only a damage to their pockets. But now at their own doors, the enemy is thundering and they are likely to reap the fruit of their own folly. But I have moralized on this subject long enough.

I had a letter from you about a week ago which is the only one I have had for a fortnight. I wrote to Mother last night, Tuesday night, and sent her some money but have not heard from her yet. Expect to soon. But I must close for it is time to fall in for Brigade drill. I shall send a paper with this with a full account of the great review. Write soon and give my love to all. Your brother, — M. P. Nickerson


Letter 6

Halls Hill, Virginia
December 1st 1861

Dear Sister,

I received yours of the 18th tonight and was very glad to hear from home once more—especially as I had not heard from home for a long time. I am quite well at present although I have had a little sick turn for a few days past caused by a light cold caught on picket and out scouting and fatigue, but have recovered entirely now and shall resume my duties tomorrow.

Everything is quiet in this section yet and I think will remain so until early spring for the roads are so muddy now that I think it will be impossible to move until they become settled in the spring and then after our immense naval forces shall occupy every important port & city of the southern seacoast this winter. With one grand sweep of this grand army, George [McClellan] will wipe out the bubble that Jeff Davis is pleased to call secession from the face of earth.

Jeff has already got frightened at the looks of things in Virginia and removed the capitol to Nashville, Tennessee, where Gen. Buell with about 50,000 men has gone to help him carry on his government, and I think that he will be a great help to him this winter. There has been a fight at Pensacola but we have not heard the particulars yet. The Southern papers are dumb on that particular subject but we shall probably hear soon the truth of the matter.

You can give my heartiest congratulations to Heman and Julin on the very pleasant accession to their domestic circle and tell them that I think that Melvina would be a proper, nice name for their illustrious stranger for I suppuse but they will now want to name it for something or someone that is in the army, and I really don’t know of a better name than her soldier uncle. Or I don’t know as I am just what you might call her uncle but the thing to it—sort of a half uncle. But tell them that if they don’t like that name, that most any other will do as well as I am not particular at all and a “Rose though called by any other name would smell as sweet.”

I should like to have gone on that excursion to Augusta to see Col. Goddard’s Cavalry make that splendid charge at an imaginary foe first rate—not that it would be anything of a new sight to me to see 1200 cavalry make and imaginary or even real charge at a foe. But I guess I should have liked the fun of the thing and I further guess that if the said charge had been near a plain where “leaden rain & iron nail” was sweeping like winter sleet and amid the crush & roar of battle, with the horrid shrieks and groans of the wounded & dying ringing in their ears, I think it would have taken the fun out of the thing wonderfully, for there is something in this experience of a real battle that is awfully grand and exciting. The cracking of thousands of muskets and rifles, the thick choking smoke, the shrieks of the wounded, the deafening yells and ringing cheers that burst spontaneously from the throats of some brave band as they go charging through this hailstorm of destruction, scattering slaughter and death in their track, forms a scene that to me makes Burns’ oft quoted line that “A man’s a man for all that” seem false for in such a time, a man is not a man but an incarnate demon. But that will do for battle scenes tonight.

I should think it was about time for Lieut. Hull to be back to his regiment if he has got spunk enough to come back at all which I hope he will not for he don’t among to anything here and he is just fit for folks to talk about there. As for that other thing belonging to the Second Maine that you have got loafing around there, he has neither sense enough for a man nor not enough for a fool. But perhaps it was the change of climate that operated so quickly. But if I don’t come home till I play sick to get a discharge, it won’t be right away for I hate a coward. I don’t mean to call any of the returned from the Bloody Second so by any means, but it looks queer at any rate.

You should not believe all of the stories that they tell about our fare for although it is hard enough, God knows yet I think from what I have heard, that they are stretching the story a little.

The news from Missouri has caused a general sorrow everywhere. We have lost in General Lyon one of the best and bravest generals in the service, and yet I think sometimes that it is all for the best for it but seems to rouse up the North to greater efforts and the day of reckoning will surely come for although they seem to triumph now, yet reverses will come and as yet as have never had a chance to try with anything like an even chance.

As to the movements on foot now, I know no more than you do for everything is conducted so quietly here that one sees hardly anybody save his own regiment and his immediate neighbors. And from our place here we would think that the government was entirely idle & did not intend to do anything more. But it is only the effect of wisdom combined with greater discipline & prudence and preparations of greater magnitude were never seen on this continent. For one little example, there was a train of heavy artillery arrived the other night that was a mile long when in marching order and that is about a fair sample and yet under McClellan’s master mind, everything moves with all the precision of clock work.

But it is getting late and I must close this already long letter. Either you or Mother wrote me that Mrs. Smith wanted to hear from Frank Birce. He is well or doing well and is a first rate fellow. Give my respects to all friends and answer soon. So good night. — M. P. Nickerson


Letter 7

Georgetown Union Hospital
March 26th 1862

Dear Sister,

I received yours of the 16th and 17th on Monday last and not take the first opportunity to answer. I am stopping at Union Hospital at present and as far as health is concerned, am much better than I was when I wrote last and have had but little of the chills for a week past. And the Doctor thinks that he has broken them up entirely and I hope so too for I don’t like them half as well as I do bread and butter.

You write that you have been looking for me home for several nights past. Well keep looking for I shall, or at least I think that I shall get there by the first of May if nothing happens and not much before. It is a very easy thing to be ordered a discharge and an easy thing to talk about it, but it is an entirely different thing to get it and to show you something about the process, I will tell you all about it.

First the surgeon orders a discharge and furnishes blanks and the Captain fills the descriptive part of them out and sends them to the Surgeon General’s Office for approval. They they are sent back to the Surgeon who first ordered them and he puts on his certificate of disability. and the cause which both he and the captain has to sign. Then that finishes that part of the business. Next the man must have another set of papers stating by whom he was enlisted, and by whom he was mustered into service. Also a statement of the pay & clothing he has received from the government and from whom or what officers he received it. Also at what time he received it. And after that is approved and signed by the captain of the company to which he belongs and also by the commanding officer of the regiment if he is with the regiment. If not, by the officer in command of the post where he is, he may consider himself fairly discharged. So that you can see that it must take some time to get discharged even after the order is given. If a man gets his papers all through in three months after they are commenced, he does well.

As for the regiment, all I can say is that it is gone somewhere and I am not allowed to say anything more about it. I would give a year’s pay to be able to be with them, that’s so.

The Union Hospital was located in the Union Hotel in Georgetown

The late war news is cheering. Everything is working finely, but I suppose that you hear it as soon as I do so I will not spend time to repeat it. As I suppose you will like to hear something about my present quarters, I will try and tell you about them and to commence, they are in a fine building in the city of Georgetown which you know joins Washington, and it is only a mile from this hospital to the White House and about a mile further to the [U. S.] Capitol. And as I am not very sick and am good chum with the doctor in charge, I have liberty to cruise around as much as I like. And I think of going to Congress a half a day tomorrow if it does not storm. I hope you won’t worry about my getting low and dissipated by going to such places for I shall be on my guard, I tell you, although I hate to associate with such characters as Congressmen and shall not do so more than is possible.

But I must close for my sheet is about full. Give my love to all and tell Mother that I shall write to her next time and that will be soon. Your brother, — Mell

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

Without regiment or company being on.

1862: James J. Martin to his Cousin

The following letter was written by James J. Martin (b. 1838), the son of Robert Thompson Martin (1790-1857) and Patsy Hall (1804-1880) of James City, Virginia. James served in Andrew J. Jones’ Company, Virginia Heavy Artillery, also known as the Pamunkey Artillery. This regiment was organized in May 1861 with men from New Kent county. James was mustered into the company on 3 June 1861. At that time, he was described as a 5 foot, 9 inch tall, light haired, 23 year-old farmer.

The Pamunkey Light Artillery were attached to the Department of Richmond and first served at West Point but later relocated to Chaffin’s Bluff to protect the approach to Richmond by Union gunboats coming up the James River. This point of the river was not heavily fortified until May 1862 during McClellan’s Peninsula Campaign. The company began as a Light Artillery but later changed to Heavy Artillery, manning fixed batteries on the James river.

James’ muster roll records indicate that he was with his company through December 1864. It appears that he was wounded on 5 January 1865 and that he deserted from the hospital in February. After the war, in December 1870, he married Mary Frances Curle (b. 1846) of New Kent Court House. She was the daughter of William Graves Curle (1808-1867) and Sarah Frances Tyree (1826-1860). Whether Mary F. Curle was the cousin to whom he addressed the following letter is unknown as he only refers to her as “cousin.”

James’ letter, written in the evening of May 9th 1862, informs us that artillery fire was heard. This may very well have been connected with the Union assault on and fall of Norfolk which resulted in the Confederates destroying the CSS Virginia (formerly the USS Merrimack), and the opening of the James River to Union gunboats. In fact, just days later, on 15 May 1862, Union gunboats led by the USS Monitor attempted to get to Richmond by maneuvering up the James river but were stopped by Confederate batteries at Drewry’s Bluff and Chaffin’s Bluff, within a mile of each other on opposite sides of the river.

A soldier’s sketch gives a view of Confederate fortifications at Chaffin’s Bluff on the James River, about a mile downriver from Drewry’s Bluff. Chaffin’s Bluff represented the forward outpost of the James River Squadron’s defense of the Confederate capital at Richmond, and this drawing, possibly the work of Sergeant John A. Bland of the 34th Virginia Infantry, shows a wooden gunboat, artillery emplacements, and, overlooking it all, the Confederate Second National Flag. The James River Squadron faced Union forces in this winding section of the river for the last year of the war in a standoff that mirrored the one between Union general Ulysses S. Grant and Confederate general Robert E. Lee at Petersburg. Probably drawn in 1864. [Museum of the Confederacy]

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Camp Chaffin’s Bluff
May 9th 1862

Dear Cousin,

I received your kind letter this morning and was much pleased to hear from you once more. This leaves me quite well at present and I hope those few lines may find you the same. Dear cousin, I have received one letter this week from a certain young girl. It may be more than possible that you may know who she is. I think from what she writes that she is kind & set back a little. Dear cousin, you seemed to think that I were trifling with you from the way you wrote. But believe me, dearest, that this world and all that is in it could not make me do that. No never. Such a sweet and charming young lady as I think you are. I think if there is a lady in this world that I could be happy with, it certainly would be you.

You said in your letter that my self and a certain young lady was engaged to be married. I beg to say that you are wrong informed. And if you say the word, it never shall be. No, not so long as I could make such an exchange as that.

Dear cousin, as I am now writing, me thinks that I can see your sweet angelic form before my eyes and oh for the world that it was so. Oh! how much happiness I would feel than I do at this lonely hour. But I am glad to think that there is something to cheer a poor soldier up for a soldier’s life is a bad one. Make the best of it you can, dear cousin.

As I am now writing, I can hear the cannon roaring and me thinks that I can hear small arms too but I hope, dear cousin, that you will not be disturbed by them for I am in hopes that the Yankees will not get to Richmond. As it is getting late, I must close this badly written letter by saying that you must excuse bad writing and mistakes. And believe me to be as ever your true admirer and well wisher, — James J. Martin

1865: James Berry Jordan to Mattie Elizabeth Fearn

Lt. James Berry Jordan, 26th North Carolina

The following letter was written by 1st Lt. James Berry Jordan (1837-1899), a Confederate Prisoner of War (POW) at Johnson’s Island near Sandusky, Ohio. Jordan was a resident of Wake county, North Carolina, when he enlisted in late May 1861 as a 1st Lieutenant in Co, D, 26th North Carolina Infantry. With his excellent handwriting, he was soon after given the Adjutant’s job in the regiment. He was wounded in the hip at the Battle of Gettysburg and was taken prisoner. He was first sent to David’s Island and then in mid-September 1863 sent to Johnson’s Island which he humorously called his “Island Home” after 18 months of captivity there.

A week after this letter was written, Jordan went sent to Point Lookout, Maryland, and then to Ft. Delaware where he was released on 12 June 1865.

Jordan wrote the letter to Martha (“Mattie’) Elizabeth Fearn (1845-1936) with whom he would marry on 26 September 1866. Mattie lived with her parents, Samuel and Elizabeth (Owen) Fearn in Milton, Trimble county, Kentucky.

Note: “James Berry Jordan,” born 8 June 1838 is the way his name appears in the family bible.

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Island Home
Sunday, [March] 12th 1865

My dear little cousin,

I had set apart this day to write to my brother, but will let him wait till Wednesday now and answer your very curious letter of the 38th ult. In the first place, I did not request Lieut. V. L. write you. Of course I didn’t—it was some other officer gentleman. As to objections, well, I do not seriously object provided you think you can write to us, but without any great inconveniences to yourself. But I greatly fear you will weary your little self too much, But if either is to be dropped, it must be him, and not I.

Now to satisfy your very natural curiosity. I think he is a foreigner, or at any rate, he has a very foreign look—especially out of one eye. He hails from Georgia. I am very much opposed to your making any inquiries from anyone in regard to myself. I promise you to answer any and all questions you may think proper to ask me and to satisfy your curiosity still further, I will state for your satisfaction that I am “Nu joven de large stato” and will send my photo, or do anything you wish if you will not enquire of Lieut. V.

Oh Mattie, I can’t write tonight. Everybody has gone wild upon the exchange question in our room. We have 35 men representing all of the Confederate States and all talking at once. Everyone seems to think they will start tomorrow. Everything else is forgotten in the excitement. I do readily believe I shall get off. I shipped that “ballad” several days ago but did not send the “air” as I did not know the name of it. I will try and get it yet unless I do leave.

Write to me quick for fear I get off before your letter arrives. The jewelry shall not be forgotten. Your devoted cousin, — James B. Jordan

I will write again as soon as the exchange fever has gone down.

1846: John Young & Augustus Hoke to Mary Young

The following letter was penned by Augustus Caesar Hoke (1825-1910), the son of John Henry Hoke (1796-1876) and Anna Margaret Byers (1801-1857) of Greencastle, Franklin county, Pennsylvania. Augustus—a farmer by occupation—was married to Rachel Lucinda Stamy (1830-1893) in 1850 and soon after relocated to Seneca county, Ohio, where he spent the remainder of his days.

Augustus actually wrote the letter for his illiterate friend, John Young—a 21 year-old black man, also from Greencastle, Pennsylvania. John Young was the son of Eli Young and Mary Simpson, both most likely former slaves born and raised in Maryland. Greencastle is located a few miles south of Chambersburg on the Mason Dixon line. There were a large number of free blacks living in the county by the time of the Civil War but it was still a very dangerous place for blacks to live in the 1840s for fear of being captured and sold into slavery even though they may have been free. Certainly in the mid 1840s, it would not have been without risk for a black man to travel from Pennsylvania to western Illinois by way of an Ohio and Mississippi steamboat without being accompanied by a white man who might be assumed to be his owner.

We learn from the letter that Augustus and John had traveled to Cherry Grove, Carroll county, Illinois, by steamboat. Mt. Carroll is just a few miles east of Savannah, the Mississippi river port where the young men would have entered Illinois. They were living with Daniel Arnold (1798-1857), a former resident of Chambersburg, Pennsylvania. Daniel and his wife, Betty Price, came to Cherry Grove (northeast of Mount Carroll) in June 1840, purchasing a 240 acre tract of land. Daniel was a community leader and a forceful minister in the Dunkard (German Baptist Brethren) Church. It isn’t clear from the letter what employment Augustus and John were engaged in though it may have been related to transporting mail.

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Cherry Grove [Illinois]
May 31st 1846

Dear Sister,

I received your letter May 24th 1846 and was pleased to hear from you all that you were all well at present. I am living with Mr. [Daniel] Arnold from Chambersburg and gets $10.50 per month for three months. We were about two weeks too late to get big wages. Some men get $12 per month. We have to stay till July 14th, then our time will be up. We will not leave this till some time in August (towards the last of it). Hoke has been at me to go with him to Texas when we leave here but I cannot promise him. He said if I go, he will but I think I will come home sure this fall in time to attend singing the succeeding winter. If I come, he says he thinks he will unless he can get some other company to go to Texas. He appears to talk of nothing but traveling.

We have both been very healthy since we left home with the exception of a few days which we did not just feel so well. The camp meeting girl says she will not have the beau she had last year. Perhaps she may find a better one. If I could be at camp meeting, I should be with some of them Pennsylvania gals. A. Hoke and I goes partners in everything and in squeezing the gals. We have been taking sets with some of those Illinois gals since we have been here. There is some fine gals here. I must stop about gals. We must have one apiece tonight sure.

I am sorry that you were uneasy about us before we wrote home. We were so well contented on the boat that the time passed round so quick we did not think of writing. But I will continue to let you hear from us regularly from this till I leave for home—that is about three months yet. I intend coming to Cincinnati by water and then travel through Ohio by land. Perhaps I will buy a horse. If I do, I will come the whole way by land.

We have preaching here and singing all in the forenoon and singing in the afternoon. But I say three cheers for Old Pennsylvania gals forever. We are very well pleased with the country and the people that are in it [ink spill obliterates handwriting]…well, but there will not [illegible]…Corn is short yet but it has not been planted more than three weeks. Wheat is selling here for 40 cents per bushel, corn 16 cents per bushel, oats 16 cents per bushel, potatoes 12,50 cents.

The Dunkers have a big meeting at West Grove today but Hoke and I did not take the time to go to it. (I upset the ink after Hoke had wrote the letter but you can read it.) It is 35 miles from where we work. We could have had went in a wagon but we would have lost Saturday and Monday so we did not go. We have been buggying in 2-horse wagons to Mt. Carroll, preaching after night on Sunday evenings, gals and all in the wagons. Each man must hold his girl from falling although the road is smooth—or at least each has his army around the gal’s waist.

On the boats we lived first rate, $1 per day, & roast beef and turkey. We weighed when we landed in Mt. Carroll. Hoke weighed 198 pounds. I weighed 156 pounds. We are the same Old Coons yet and tell Will [that] we have both got our flannel pants and roundabout. He said we would come home with so we have made preparations.

My love to Father, Mother, brothers and sisters. I send nothing more but I remain your brother till death, — John Young

Dear Miss Mary, I write to you for John. He is present and tells me what to write. John & I are together every Sunday and gets along very well among all the Ladies & Gentlemen. And next Sunday we have preaching and singing where if you come to preaching and singing, you will find us if we are well. My love to you, your family, and all the Ladies and Gentlemen. Nothing more but remain your friend & well wisher. — Augustus Hoke

1862: Thomas Buffington DeWitt to his Parents

Thomas and Madlain (McCullough) DeWitt, circa 1880

The following letter was written by Thomas Buffington Dewitt (1832-1891) of the Missouri Home Guard Infantry who had just been sworn in that day. The letter discusses the current state of the war in Missouri and a growing sense of alarm. John C. Porter’s band of Guerrilla’s had organized in northern Missouri in the early summer and had been raiding trains, stealing horses, and food from the citizens, occasionally skirmishing with state troops, leading to concern about their farms and livelihood. He states that they are able to stay at home most of the time.

Thomas wrote the letter from Milan, some twenty miles due west of Kirksville in northern Missouri. He was married to Madlain McCullough (1841-1927) after his first wife, Frances Carney (1833-1859) died in 1859. His parents were Thomas DeWitt (1791-1879) and Mary Magdalene Buffington (1797-1886) of Wheeling, West Virginia. By 1880, DeWitt had relocated to Polk, Adair county, Missouri. By 1886 they were living in Fresno county, California.

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Milan, [Sullivan county, Missouri]
August 10, 1862

Dear Mother and Father,

I take this opportunity of informing you that I am well at present and hope these few lines may find you in good health. I have just read a letter from Henry to Beck which informed me of your being well, which I was glad to hear.

We are all in the [Missouri] State [Militia]Service here. I was sworn in this day. The secesh is gathering up in companies all over the state and stealing horses, doing devilment generally. We are going to stop them. The people is more alarmed about the war now than they ever have been. For my part, I think it has just commenced. Madlane is taking on about me going into the militia, but can’t help it. I was bound to go. They say we can stay at home the most of the time.

Henry wants to know what is the least money I will take for my place. Tell him to sell it for the most he can get. I will be satisfied with a low price. Take five hundred if you can’t get no more. If I had the money, I could double it every year. I have just sold forty-five head of steers for $22 per head that cost me $10 last fall. I have a lot of two-year-olds on hand now and going to buy more this week. I. Larkins wants me to pick him out a situation. I don’t know what kind of place he wants— for to sell goods, or [to] farm. If he wants either, he can find them here. Pork is selling good. They sell goods very high, and [it’s a] good place for farming.

Tell John that I would like to have him come out here. Any man can do well here that will try. I have talked of coming home this fall but now the Union Army belongs to me and I expect I can’t come home. I have got but one letter this summer from home. I must close. Give my [respects] to all my friends. Write soon. Tell me all about what is doing there. No more at present, but remain your affectionate son, T. B. DeWitt