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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.

1862-63: James Knox Polk Sayler to his Family

I could not find an image of any member of the 61st Tennessee Infantry in uniform though this image appeared in Military Images Magazine as an “Unidentified Tennessee Confederate.”

James Knox Polk Sayler (1839-1919) was raised in Greene County, Tennessee, the son of John Sayler (1808-1879) and Mary (“Polly”) Fink (1809-1895). After attending Milligan College, Sayler joined Co. A of the 61st Tennessee Mounted Infantry Regiment (Confederate) as a private in mid-November 1862. The unit was dispatched immediately to Mississippi, where they spent time in Jackson and Vicksburg. On July 4, 1863, the 61st Tennessee was present at Vicksburg and was surrendered as part of Major General M. L. Smith’s Division. According to his muster rolls, he was absent on parole until 30 April 1864 but there is no record of his returning to the ranks after that date. After the war, Sayler returned home to Greene County, where he became a professor at a school in Romeo. Sayler died in 1919 and is buried in Greene County.

Serving in the same company with James were two brothers, Jacob (“Jake”) F. Sayler (1842-1863), and John R. Sailer (1841-1891). Jake did not survive the war. He enlisted at the same time as James but was in the ranks and was taken prisoner at the Battle of Big Black River Bridge on 17 May 1863. According to Jake’s muster rolls, he was taken to Fort Delaware, arriving there on 15 June 1863, then transferred to Point Lookout, Maryland, where he died of disease in October 1863. His name appears on a plaque (“J. F. Saylor”) in the Point Lookout Confederate Cemetery. According to John’s muster rolls, he deserted on 17 May 1863, the day of the Battle of Big Black River Bridge, and apparently never returned to the regiment.

The letters comprising this small collection were primarily exchanged between John Sayler (1808-1879) of Greene County, Tennessee, and his sons, James and Jacob, during their service in the 61st Tennessee Infantry. With the exception of a correspondence from Grenada, Mississippi, dated late December 1862, all other letters from the sons (primarily James) were penned in the vicinity of Vicksburg. The home front correspondences of John Sayler prominently mention numerous family names that will be familiar to individuals with deep roots in Greene County. Moreover, these letters illuminate the prevailing conflicts in Eastern Tennessee, a region marked by divided loyalties during the war.

More of James K. P. Sayler’s correspondence, writings and speeches, bills, contracts, and other papers can be found in The James K. P. Sayler Papers, 1857-1943, at the Special Collections & University Archives at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. The correspondence dating after 1861 contains many letters from Sayler and his brother John, both of whom served as Confederate soldiers during the war, to their family in Greeneville. Sayler, who served in the Vicksburg, Mississippi, area, provides descriptions of camp life as well as information on military movement and battles.

See also—1861: Wyly J. Smith to James Knox Polk Sayler published on Spared & Shared 20.

Letter 1

Addressed to J. K. P. Sayler, Care of Capt. Dodd, Co. A, Pitt’s Regiment Tennessee Volunteers, Vaugh’s Brigade, Jackson, Mississippi

Greene county, State of Tennessee
Friday night, December 19th 1862

Dear sons,

I take htis present opportunity of writing a few lines to inform you that we are all well at present, hoping that these few lines may find you both enjoying the same state of health. I want you to write to me as often as you can get the time to do it. I like to hear from you every week and I will write every week if I can.

The news is that Jefferson Davis is gone home or down the country. What for, I do not know. I heard that he, Davis, made a speech in Knoxville. I’d like to see his speech and hear what he spoke on. Write to me what you would like to hear from [me] or anything you would like to have. I’d like to hear from Samuel Spencer and John Davis and all the company. Tell my best respects to Captain Dodd.

We are all doing the best we can these hard times. Oh that God would bless our land again but we are a sinful people and has brought this war upon us by sin and therefore I want you to pray both for me and help me to bear my trials and troubles that I have in this world. But by the grace of God, I try to bear them all.

We have some very cold weather at present. The nights froze everything till the water are very low yet the crick does not run. So no more at present, only remain your affectionate father until death, — John Sayler


Letter 2

[Immediately after being mustered into Confederate service the regiment was placed in Brigadier General John C. Vaughn’s Brigade, along with the 60th and 62nd Tennessee Regiments, and ordered to Mississippi, arriving at Jackson, Mississippi late in November, 1862. These three regiments remained together in Vaughn’s Brigade throughout the war.]

Grenada, Mississippi
Saturday morning, December 20th 1862

Mr. John Sayler & family
Dear Parents, brothers & sisters

I take up my pen this morning to drop a few lines for your perusal and information. I am well this morning and hope and sincerely desire that this will find you all enjoying the great blessing of good health. I received yours of December 6th on last Saturday and answered it on Sunday and sent it by the hand of Rev. W. H. Crawford.

On Tuesday we received orders to cook two days rations and it was reported we were to go to Columbus, Mississippi. On Wednesday we got orders to proceed to Grenada so we left in the morning. The boil on brother Jacob’s neck was so that he could not carry his knapsack, haversack, &c. with ease or convenience so he in company with several others stayed in charge of the tents. He was in good health otherwise. We left the following men of our company at Jackson, Mississippi: Arch Campbell, Abe Lane, William Stonecifer, J. F. Sayler, Henry H. Cox, W[illiam] H. Kelsey, P. F. Farris, &c. &c. in charge of the tents.

We got to this place on Thursday morning and pitched our fires on the west side of the city. It was reported at Jackson that the Yankees had taken this place. We now have many rumors as to the situations of the Yankees. Some says they are about fifteen miles from here, others that our cavalry under Gen. Earl Van Dorn had made a circuit of 50 miles without finding the enemy. I know not which is correct. Neither, I expect.

We are ordered this morning to cook 3 days rations. Some think we are going to Columbus, others think we are going to Vicksburg. Our Brigade is in Maj. Gen. Maury’s Division.

Maj. Gen. Sterling Price on horseback; though the artist did not accurately depict Price’s “robust form.” He weighed, reportedly, about 300 pounds.

On yesterday, Maury’s Division was reviewed by the “Scipio” of the West—Maj. Gen. “Sterling Price.” He presents a fine appearance on horseback. He is of a robust form, pleasing appearance, gray hairs, yet he appears hale and hearty. I think a great deal of him. You know I always admired him but I think more of him now, if it be possible, than I ever did before. I expect we will be required to face the enemy before long, yet it may be months. In this world of uncertainty, we cannot tell what a day may bring forth. Little did I think a month ago that we should make the trip we have and be at this place. I am as well satisfied as I expected. We have had plenty to eat till yesterday our rations were short. We are ordered to the fortifications.

Saturday evening, 3 o’clock. We went out to the fortifications this morning and returned to camp about 1 o’clock. It was reported the Yanks were advancing and that a battle was expected. Some think it was to try the courage of the men. Col. [Fountain E.] Pitts 1 made a few remarks before we marched out. He wanted Tennesseans to be true to their former renown and if any had lost their courage, he gave them permission to retire from the ranks. None, however, was so dastardly as to accept of the proposition. I know not when we will have a battle but I expect it will occur before long.

We have 6 divisions at Grenada—about 50,000. The number of the Feds are supposed to be about 50,000. I will now close for the present. Write at your convenience. Direct as heretofore. With my best wishes for your welfare, I remain your affectionate son, — J. K. P. Sayler

Sunday morning, December 21st
Grenada, Mississippi

Dear parents,

I am well this morning. I hope this will find you all well. I would love to see you all and enjoy the pleasure of your society and talk about the past and tell you my thoughts of what I have seen. Though it is with anxiety, trials and sorrow that we are separated, yet, if by the blessing of a kind Providence, I should be permitted to return, I would not regret it. It is a great school, yet the duties are hard.

Where we are now encamped, the land is rolling and the water is better than at any place we have been since we left Henderson’s. The most of the places where we have ben the land was low and the water bad. The country here is generally level. Between here and Jackson is some as good land as I ever saw. We are about 104 miles from Jackson. The company, mostly, love this place better than Jackson.

Our mail starts in a short time so I will close. Give my respects to all my friends. With my prayer to God that peace may shortly come, I am your loving son, — J. K. P. Sayler

1 Fountain Elliott Pitts (1808-1874) was an American Methodist minister and Confederate chaplain. He established Methodist missions in Brazil and Argentina in 1835–1836. During the Civil War, Pitts joined the Confederate States Army, first as a chaplain in the 11th Tennessee regiment for six months, and later as a colonel in the 61st Tennessee regiment in the Great Smoky Mountains. He also fought “Federal gunboats for about five months at Vicksburg.” He became known as “Fighting Parson.” After the war, he was the first pastor of the McKendree Church (later known as the West End United Methodist Church) in Nashville, Tennessee. 


Letter 3

[The regiment’s first action of any consequence was at the Battle of Chickasaw Bayou and Chickasaw Bluffs, outside Vicksburg, December 6-29, 1862. Vaughn’s Brigade held the abattis on the left wing of the defenses. The 60th was detached to Brigadier General S. M. Barton’s Brigade on the third day of the fighting, the 62nd to Brigadier General Stephen D. Lee’s Brigade on the second day, leaving he 61st to hold the abattis. Lieutenant General J. C. Pemberton’s report stated the heavy abattis prevented the approach of the enemy except with sharpshooters who advanced continuously, but were met with firmness by be East Tennesseans. The regiment suffered only four casualties. In this battle the Federals suffered heavy losses.]

Vicksburg, Mississippi
December 26th 1862

John Sayler, Esq.
Dear Father,

As we have changed our location, I deem it my duty to write a few lines to you. We left Granada on the 23rd and came to Jackson on the 24th. I found Jacob considerably improved. On yesterday (Christmas) we arrived at Vicksburg. I and Jacob are both enjoying pretty good health. The boil on Jacob’s neck was quite bad but it is now getting well. We are now together here and in fine spirits. I wish, hope and sincerely desire that this letter will reach you and find you all in good health.

I received your letter of December 6th at Jackson on the 13th. Since then I have received none. Our moving about so often I presume is the cause. I am very anxious to hear from home, yet, I will patiently wait. I saw Jacob E. Wells, Celin Armentrout, and William Robertson on yesterday. They were all well. Buck Armentrout looks as well as I ever saw him. Jake Wells looks tolerably well. Today I saw Cyrus Armentrout. 1 He has had the chills and is very weak. They were all up here at our tents. They are encamped about one half of a mile from where we are. If I get an opportunity I intend to go to see them.

Last night we got orders to cook three days rations and be ready at short notice. Consequently, I have little time for visiting. An attack upon this place is daily expected. And now, the roar of cannon, like that of distant thunder, is distinctly heard. There has been firing of cannon for two or three days up on the Yazoo river. They destroyed the buildings on the plantation of Capt. Johnson. Yesterday I could see the smoke of the gunboats plain and today the smoke is visible more distinctly. The Yanks intend making a desperate effort to capture this place, above and below the city, by land and by water. It is said by some they have 60 gunboats above while others estimate them at one-third that number. It matters not how many they have. They can’t take it by water, if they can take it at all. The natural conformation of the country is such as to render it easy of defense. One hill succeeds another. And upon each hill, cannon are planted and entrenchments dug for the protection of the infantry. Large cannons are plenty.

I don’t know the number of our troops at this place. They are variously estimates. [Some say] about 20,000. [It’s] reported that Gen. Holmes is crossing with 12,000 reinforcements. I know not how soon I will be called upon to enter the battlefield, nor what will be my fate. But be it as it may, I am resigned to the will of an over-ruling Providence in whom I have an abiding confidence. Our destiny is not wholly in our own hand. There are some things we can avoid, whilst there are others we cannot. Those we cannot avoid, we must endure, and we should do so with cheerfulness. May the God of Mercy comfort you all in these times of troubles, and when our race is run, may we all be saved in Heaven for the Redeemer’s sake, is the prayer of your most affectionate son, — J. K. P. Sayle

Sunday evening, December 28th
Vicksburg, Mississippi

Dear Father,

We are well today though a little tired. On night before last we were ordered to the fortifications and yesterday morning we went out on picket. This morning we had a picket skirmish. Nobody hurt on our side. I don’t know whether any of the enemy was injured or not. There has been some fighting up on the Yazoo River ever since we come here which was on Christmas day. They are now shelling this place. The shells are falling near our fortifications, not more than three hundred yards from where we are. Two of Crawford’s Regiment was wounded by a shell.

There was hard fighting yesterday and today up near the Yazoo. No decisive result as yet. I expect we will have hot work shortly. May the Lord protect us.

I received two of your letters yesterday—December 14th and 19th—which gave me much satisfaction. I was glad to hear that you were well. Hope this will find [you] in good health. I sent you a letter by Parson Crawford which I presume you got. Then I sent one from Grenada on last Sabbath. I hope you will receive them both. It affords us much pleasure to hear from home. I have plenty of everything necessary for a soldier. Camp life agrees with us tolerably well. We have plenty to eat and have had the most of the time. Corn bread and beef mostly, rice, sugar, molasses, bacon, picked pork, crackers, and sweet potatoes. We have had no wheat bread since we left Tennessee. But I expect it is better for us to have corn bread than wheat bread.

Our officers are kind to us. Lts. Byerly & Britton are unwell. Capt. [I. Nathan] Dodd is in pretty good health. He was considerably excited today. Lt. Kelsey was quite sick. Our men like Col. Pitts better every day. Lt. Col. [J. G.] Rose is loved by all. I have nothing of interest to you to write of about our boys. Write about our neighbors progress, the news you have, and anything you think would be interesting. Small events that occur about home, it gives us pleasure to hear. I must close. If I am permitted by an all-wise Providence to escape the danger to which I am exposed, I’ll write in a few days. My best love to all. Yours son, — J. K. P. Sayler

1 Cyrus Armentrout served in Capt. Lynch’s Tennessee Light Artillery. He was among the members of the unit surrendered at Vicksburg on 4 July 1863. See his parole papers below.


Letter 4

In camp near Vicksburg, Mississippi
Sunday evening, January 4, 1862 [should be 1863]

Dear Parents,

I take up my pen for the purpose of writing a few lines to you. We are enjoying tolerable good health with the exception of pain in the back and legs from exposure while out on picket duty. We are better today and I hope ere long we will be entirely well. Bro. J. F. Sayler has a boil on the other side of his neck.

I hope this will find you all enjoying the great blessing of good health, and surrounded with the comforts of life. I am well aware that your trials and sorrows are many and that they are hard to endure, but God has promised to be with us in six trials, and in the seventh not to forsake us. Our only protection and comfort that is sure not to fail us, is a firm dependence and reliance upon the Lord. We are surrounded with many temptations and often do things we ought not to do, and omit things we ought to performm but if they are not too great, we have an Advocate with the Father who is willing to forgive the penitent.

In my last letter I informed you that we had a picket skirmish with the pickets of the enemy on last Sunday morning. I wrote then that nobody was hurt on our side. Since then I have ascertained we lost one killed—J. F. McConnell. Wednesday evening an armistice for four hours was received from the enemy. We then got his body. The main battle was away up the river and ended on Tuesday. The losses are variously estimated. I expect you will get as true account as we have. Anyway, we repulsed them and they retired to their gunboats.

I extract the following from my journal.

Monday, December 29th. Our company deployed along the road. One half the company detailed for picket, including me and brother. Rained nearly all night. Suffered from the cold. Firing during the “day.”

Tuesday, 30th. Picket firing commenced soon after day light and continued during the most of the day. We fell back about 200 yards, Penty of the balls whizzed by us, yet, by the grace of God and the blessing of a kind Providence we were preserved. A battle going above most of the day, Our artillerists threw a few shells and the Feds fell back but soon returned to first line. At dar, received by Co. F, Capt. Alexander. Went to our tents. W. McAnus left this evening for the hospital at Jackson. Stayed all night.

Wednesday, 31st. Deployed along the road as skirmishers. Suffering from pain in the legs. Dr. Brumly gave me a pill but it do perceptibly good. At 1 o’clock armistice proposed by the Feds, &c. At night relieved by Col. Bradford’s regiment. Saw Thomas Luster, Samuel Wells, and St. Dunwoody—all well, Returned to tents.

January 1st. Dr. Brumly thought if possible I had better walk out to the regiment. Gave no medicine. Made my way out with difficulty. Pain in legs all day. Silence during the day. Near sundown our batteries fired a few shots. Gen. Vaughn received official [dispatch] of a Confederate victory near Murfreesboro, Tennessee, resulting in the capture of 4,000 prisoners, 31 pieces of artillery, 400 stands of arms, 2 Brig. Gen. and a large number of wagons. Our loss heavy. The enemy’s much greater. Went to camp with difficulty.

January 2nd. At camps unable for duty. Pain in legs, head, back, &c. At night, rained in torrents, &c.

January 3rd. At camps. Company in camps. Rained all day. Went to Brumly for a dose of salts. Had none. At night took a dose of “Jamaica Ginger” and in the morning was much better.

Today we are better. I and Jacob & Felix Brown went down to where Lynch’s Artillery is stationed. We saw Cyrus Armentrout and J. E. Wells. Buck was on guard. They are all in tolerable good health. Jacob and Cyrus are improving. Buck is appointed a corporal. We also saw T. Luster and Adjt. Hawkins & Jacob Couch of Crawford’s Regiment. Thomas J. Fink is sick at Jackson.

The sun is about down and I must close. Give my respects to G. O. Wells and my friends, Dear sisters, receive our best love. Give brother John and Margaret 1 our most affectionate regards. Write as soon as you receive this. You may direct to Jackson as before as some think we will leave here shortly. However, I don’t believe it. But it will come as soon anyhow. Your affectionate sons, — J. K. P. Sayler [and] J[acob] F. Sayler

Mr. P. N. Correll, respected friend,

I take up my pen to redeem my promise. I am in tolerable health and hope this will find you in good health. I was in a picket fight and came out uninjured. I am as well satisfied as I expected. I would be better satisfied if I was with you and knocking around among the pretty girls of Tennessee. I want you to write to me how you are getting along and how the girls are enjoying themselves and particularly how Miss Martha is doing, and whether you have went to see her yet or not. Write as soon as you receive this. Your loving friend, — J[acob] F. Sayler

1 John R. Saylor (1841-1891) married Margareta Ann Hendry (1841-1906) on 23 May 1862 in Greene county, Tennessee. The surname on his headstone is spelled “Saylor.”


Letter 5

Greene county, State of Tennessee
11 January 1863

My dear sons,

I again take up my pen to write a few lines to you both to inform you that we are all well at present, hoping that these few lines may find you both enjoying good health. I can inform you that I received your letter of December 26th. I was glad to hear that you were both alive and well and in fine spirits. I can inform you that the bridges was burnt across Holston river and across Watauga river by the Yanks. They took all the guards prisoners that guarded the bridges and paroled them. They say that there was about four thousand of them. There were five regiments of these thieving abolitionists. One was an East Tennessee renegade tory regiment under the command of Col. Jim Carter. 1 One was the 7th Ohio, one the 9th Pennsylvania, one the 2nd Michigan, all under the command of Brig. Gen. Sam Carter, the infamous tory and renegade from East Tennessee.

I can inform you that Lafayette Jeffers was to see me today. The neighbors are all well. The conscripts are in the country doing no good. Since the bridge was burnt, they are getting very impudent and they go to meeting. If there isn’y something done with them, the people can’t live in this country. They steal horses, bees and chickens and everything they can get. Joseph Maury is at home and all the Carters. I saw two of the Carters—Alphus and Henry. I saw John Hendrey and Alex. Cooter go past my house this morning. They are going to and fro.

January 12. I again take my pen in hand to write a few more lines. We are all well this morning. Two of the girls were vaccinated and John R. Sayler was vaccinated. He is afraid to venture out. Rebecca Sayler and Mary Sayler was the two girls that was vaccinated. The small pox has been in Greeneville. There was three that died.

John Rush was shot and has since died. We had another battle at Murfreesboro and it is reported that James B. Johnson is wounded and Isaac Wheeler also wounded in the thigh. We are all doing the best we can these hard times but there is one consolation, we must put our trust in God—the giver of all good. My prayer is that God will protect you all in time of trouble. In six trials he will be with you and in the seventh, he will not forsake you.

Tell Dodd that John R. Sayler is not able to travel. As quick as he is able to come, he will if he can stand it. I must bring my letter to a close. Only remain your affectionate father, — John Sayler

1 “In late December, 1862, Brig. Gen. Samuel P. Carter led 1200 cavalrymen into East Tennessee from Kentucky to raid the East Tennessee and Virginia Railroad. On December 30, Carter moved rapidly from Blountville to Union and, without wasting time, dispatched Col. Walker and a strong force to Carter’s Depot, about ten miles west of Union, to burn the railroad bridge across the Watauga River. Riding along the railway line, Walker and his cavalrymen fortuitously intercepted a locomotive advancing to investigate reports of Union activity at Union, capturing Col. Robert Love, who commanded about 200 Confederate troops defending Carter’s Depot. The northern raiders then reversed the train and rode it back into the station, where Love’s men deployed to meet them. Col. Walker immediately ordered a charge, which broke the Confederate line, sending the defenders scampering towards a nearby copse of woods. Two companies of the Ninth Pennsylvania under Maj. W. P. Roper set out in pursuit, capturing and killing many Confederates before they reached safety. Union losses were slight—two killed and at least three wounded. The Confederate force lost 12 to 16 killed, with a like number wounded. There may have been more wounded men who fled into the woods. Following the skirmish, Union troops quickly fired the railroad bridge before destroying arms, stores and equipment found onsite. They had a little fun with the captured locomotive, which was gingerly rolled out onto the burning trestle where it dropped into the river when the bridge collapsed, taking out part of a stone pier in the process. With the task of destruction largely complete, Samuel Carter, sensing that his luck might be running out as forces inexorably began to converge on his position, decided the time was ripe for a return to Kentucky. During the early morning hours of December 31, the cavalry column mounted up and headed north to Kingsport, having been almost continuously in the saddle for three days.” [Source: Carter’s Raid]


Letter 6

Camp near Vicksburg, Mississippi
January 17th 1863

Mr. John Sayler & family
Dear parents and sisters,

After anxiously waiting for two or three days with the expectation of receiving a letter from home, and not receiving any, I take up my pen to write a few lines to you. I and Jacob are in tolerable good health with the exception of rheumatic pains in the legs. We have not been able for service for two weeks. I hope this will find you all enjoying good health.

There is considerable sickness in the Brigade—mostly dysentery. I am of the opinion that the beef we have to eat, and the water we have to drink, is the cause of it. I have not suffered very much with it as I have eat but little beef.

It snowed here on the night of the 15th and has been cold ever since. It fell to the depth of about an inch. It is nearly all disappeared this evening. It has been clear and sunshiny all of today.

We heard today that John Rush had died from the wounds inflicted by the Provost Marshal. We also heard that Charles Hays had been shot.

Vicksburg is mostly situated among the hills. It is a tolerably nice city. There are plenty of stores, livery stables, and other establishments at this place, but goods are scarce and high. Paper is worth $2 per quire. Envelopes are worth $1 a pack. Other things in proportion. This place is well fortified for about 18 miles along the river—from Port Hudson up to the Yazoo river. The people and country are indebted to the energy and perseverance of Col. [William T.] Withers for the splendid fortifications on the Yazoo river, by the means of which the Yankees were repulsed. In the late battle of this place, Gen. [Stephen D.] Lee 1 commanded the forces upon the field. Our regiment was upon the extreme left wing, and done some hard skirmishing. Crawford’s [60th Tennessee] & Rowan’s [62nd Tennessee] Regiments was immediately upon our right. They suffered some more than our regiment did.

F. W. Earnest, our regimental quartermaster, has gone to Richmond, Virginia. Several sent money home by him, but, I did not know whether to run the risk or not.

The wood we have to burn is bad and hard to get. The water is mixed with sand and is of a sweetish taste. The river water is the best, but it is too far to carry. Our boys buy a good deal to eat and pay a high price for it. A meal costs from $1 to $1.50. Sweet potatoes are worth $2 per bushel, butter $1.25 a pound, and we can’t get any at that. I would love to have some but I know of no way to obtain it. I presume we will have to subsist on the same diet we have been living on all the time, but a change of diet would be quite agreeable.

I hope to hear from you soon. I wrote to G. O. Wells from Jackson, but have got no answer yet. Your affectionate son, — J. K. P. Sayler

1 Colonel Stephen Dill Lee performed meritorious service at the Battle of Sharpsburg on the bloodiest day in American history, playing a prominent role in the defense of the Dunker Church, Cornfield, and the West Woods. After the morning fight, his unit was moved across the battlefield and unlimbered near the town of Sharpsburg, helping to repel the Union attack across Burnside Bridge. Following the Battle of Sharpsburg, President Davis inquired of Robert E. Lee to select his most accomplished and efficient artillery officer for duty in Mississippi. Lee chose Stephen Dill Lee. Assigned to General Pemberton’s western army defending Vicksburg, Colonel Lee received a promotion to brigadier general on November 6, 1862. He was ordered to take command of General Pemberton’s artillery at Vicksburg. At the Battle of Champions Hill, Lee was wounded in the shoulder and subsequently taken prisoner when Vicksburg fell on July 3, 1863. General Lee was exchanged and paroled on October 3, 1863. [Source: Stephen D. Lee Institute]


Letter 6

State Tennessee, Greene county
Thursday morning, January 29th 1863

Dear sons,

I again take up my pen to write a few lines to you both that we are all well at present hoping that this may find you both well. I hope and trust that the pains may leave you. I received your letter dated January 10th on the 27th inst. We all rejoiced to hear that you are both alive and in tolerable good health. You wrote in your last letter about the raid. I state as near the fact as I have heard, they burnt one bridge and tried to burn the other one and was hurried so that they cut the other down, They captured one engine and put it on the bridge and run it into the river. They took a great many horses and left their broken down horses and left in a hurry, They have not been heard of since.

We have four company at gass shed and one regiment at Greenville from Florida. There is no school at Morelock, either at Hatley School house. Fayette Jeffries is teaching in the Dunkard Church. The neighbors are all well as far as I know, B. Knight was at my house since you left. Knight is a true Southern as ever. Jacob Justice is doing tolerable well when I saw him last. I heard that Pitt’s Regiment was in the battle at Vicksburg and he lost one man, Jacob wrote that I had done with them sinful steers I sold dock. He brung me about sixty dollars. The soldier got him the other steer I have yet. I have killed my hogs. They were tolerable fat. My horses are doing pretty well. I have a good deal of hay yet. I have not fed any husk yet. My straw stack is whole yet. I have a little fodder and some wheat yet.

A few lines from your mother. She wants you to take care of yourselves and take a little pepper. If you have not got [any], try to get some. It would be good for your health. My prayer to God is that he will protect you through all your trials and troubles in this present world. You are dear to me and far from home. Try to bear it patiently. I have thought a many time of your writing novels. Your travels now put me in mind of them.

Everything here is very high. Beef from 9 to 10 cents a pound, pork 25 cents a pound, corn from $1.50 to $2, pies atr 50 cents apiece.

I heard that we gained a great victory at Vicksburg or so stated in the papers. Our loss was small. That of the enemy about 15 hundred to two thousand of hhis best troops, It secured for us some fifteen hundred of the best guns. It placed in our possession five stands of colors and five hundred Yankee prisoners and drove the enemy away from the place. I got my news out of the Athens Post. I was in Greenville and saw two trains as full of Yankees as both could be and on the top as thick as could be sat. They were Yankee prisoners and were taken at Murfreesboro and sent to Richmond. And I heard another train full went up. St. [St. Clair] Armentrout saw them going up. I saw an advertisement for the conscripts to meet on the 5th of February and bring their blankets with them.

So no more at present. Write as soon as this comes to hand and may God bless you both adn save us all is my prayer. Amen. — John Sayler


Letter 7

Greene county, State of Tennessee
February 10th 1863

Dear Sons,

I again take up my pen to write a few lines to you both that we are all well at present, hoping that these few lines may find you both enjoying better health than you were when you wrote last. I received your letter dated [January] 22nd. I received it 7th of February and was sorry to hear that you both were afflicted with the rheumatic pains. You must try and bear it patiently as you can. Don’t get out of heart. Put your trust in God. He will protect you in six trials and in the 7th he will not forsake you. My trials and troubles are many but I try to endure them all as well as I can for these troubles will all have an end for by grace are we saved through faith and that not of myself for it is the gift of God.

I can inform you that Jacob Justice is in tolerable health and his family is well. He said that B. Knight family were all well. A. J. Cornell’s family are all well. D. Miller’s family are all well. R. H. Morelock was at home. I saw him. He looked fat and hearty and is well satisfied. He has gone to his company. John Nead stated all night with us last week. George O. Well is in tolerable health.

The soldiers have left Gasses Shed, all but a few sick and a few well ones to wait on them. Joseph Hendrey’s family are all well. John has left so said. I have not saw T. N. Sayler since he left. The soldiers have caught some of the conscripts. Caught Hugh Key 1 and John Reynolds and Ely Henricks. They caught Reynolds and Key in a ground hole.

We have had some cold weather and snow. The winter will soon be over and spring is coming. Oh how delightful it is to see the grass a coming. We are all doing the best we can. The girls have been weaving for Miss Armentrout. They have got her piece out and they are putting in a piece for themselves. I have not killed my other steer yet. He is getting very fat. I expect to kill him shortly.

I have wrote every week except one. I will write every week if I can. I like to hear from you both. Jacob, you writ some too as often as you can. It gives us all a great deal of satisfaction to talk to each other by letter for that is all the chance we have now. I have wrote eight letters now. May the Lord bless and save us all is [my] prayer. I must close for the present. Only remain your affectionate father, — John Sayler

1 Hugh Key (1840-1900) later served in the 1st Tennessee Cavalry, Co. I, (Union). He was the son (or possibly grandson) of David Key and Jemima Casteel of Cross Anchor, Greene county, Tennessee.


Letter 8

Near Vicksburg, Mississippi
Tuesday, February 10, 1863

Dear Parents,

I embrace the present opportunity of sending you a few lines by the hand of Col. Bullen. I and my brother Jacob are in moderate health. I hope most sincerely that this will find you all enjoying good health [and] also enjoying the pleasures of life. Health is good in the army. If it was only possessed by a greater number of individuals. I saw Mathias Nead yesterday. He called at our tent to see us. He was enjoying tolerable health. He had been afflicted to some extent with the diarrhea. He is “prescriptionist” in Crawford’s Regiment. I have not seen Thomas Fink or William Pickens for several days. They were then only in moderate health.

There is very little news afloat now. Yesterday it was rumored that the Yankees were leaving, yet, last night our regiment was ordered out to the trenches. A great deal of the movements are to try the men. It is said that “Old Dad Price” has arrived here. It is also said that a Division of Mississippians are ordered here and some think that we will therefore be relieved from this place and sent back to Tennessee. Some go so far as to assert that Gen. Pemberton said that “Vaughn’s Brigade” would be in Tennessee in three weeks, and that it would be drenched in blood. These are the reports in camp but they are only reports.

There are firing of cannon now and our regiment goes out. I expect the enemy are trying to pass with a gunboat or it may be a general engagement impending.

I send home a book entitled, “The History of Romulus.” I hope you will all read it. I feel confident it will interest Hannah and Margaret. It’s mixed, however, a great deal with mythology. He is celebrated in mythology as the son of the Vestal Virgin, Sylvia Rhea, and in history as the “Founder of Rome”—the city that in after years was termed the “mistress of the world.”

I send enclosed $22 in money, $10 in Confederate bill. You can apply it to any purpose you think will pay the best. If you save any, save the S. C. State money and spend the Confederate money. Jacob sends $20. We could send more but we need some along and then I thought it would be enough to risk at one time. Anyhow, hope it will reach you in safety.

Tuesday evening. All is quiet this evening. There was nothing of importance occurred today. Our regiment returned to camp about 1 o’clock. The company drawed their wages this evening for two months and 12 days. $26.40.

I hope you will write soon. With the best wishes for your welfare, I close for the present. Your most loving and affectionate son. — James K. P. Sayler

Camp near Vicksburg
February 10, 1863

Dear Parents,

It is with great pleasure that I take the present opportunity to write a few lines to you again to let you know that I am well except the same old hurting in my back and my leg. I hope these few lines will find you all well.

I can inform you we have had some very winter weather here but warm and pleasant at present. The sweet merry songs of birds make it appear like spring today here.

We expect a fight here before long. Our regiment are out in the batteries today. We are prepared for them here. If they attack us, we will give them blixon here. We will whip them worse than we did before if the Lord be with us.

We received $26.40 cents of our wages and I enclose & send you a $20 bill. You can dispose of as you see proper. — Jacob F. Sayler

Dear sisters, a word to you. You can tell the Lincolnite gals that I love them as well as I ever did & that is awful well. I want you all to write to me as often as you can. Tell brother John R. Sayler I want him & Margaret to write to me. I would like to receive a few lines from him occasionally. The sun id down and I must close. Give my best respects to all my friends. So no more at present. Write soon. — J. F. Sayler


Letter 9

Camp near Vicksburg, Mississippi
Sunday evening, February 22nd 1863

Dear Father,

By the grace of God and through His merciful providence, we are still in the land of the living, enjoying a moderate portion of health and some of the blessings of life. We were made quite happy a few moments ago by the reception of your very kind and affectionate letter of February 10th. We were glad to hear that you were all well and pray to God that this will find you enjoying good health.

Our boys are all improving except those who have lately taken the mumps. None as yet has had them very severe. I was glad to hear that my neighbors were well.

The ram, or gunboat “Queen of the West” that passed by here on the 2nd of February was captured up the Red River by Capt. Kelso of the C. S. Army on the 17th inst.

The Yankees commenced shelling Vicksburg on last Wednesday (18th) evening and shelled it on Thursday until 5 o’clock p.m. when our large guns at the lower batteries fired a few shots at their mortar boat when it retired from the contest and up to the present has not renewed it. Their shelling effected nothing except damaging a few buildings and wounding a few persons, &c. This morning there was a number of salutes fired up on the river to celebrate the anniversary of the birthday of George Washington, the “Father of the Country.” “He who was first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.”

At about 12 o’clock heavy firing was heard up towards the mouth of the Yazoo river, supposed to be an engagement of gunboats. It is reported that the Confederates launched five gunboats at Yazoo City a few days ago and some are of the opinion that they were trying to come down. Their gunboats and transports are in full view, leaving and returning almost every day. Their fleet looks like a town upon the water, the smoke stacks appearing like black trees with the tops broken off.

Both sides are using a great deal of energy for the struggle that is impending—the one for the defense of this city; the other for its reduction. Our authorities are confident of their ability to defend this place. They are decided on one point: they never will surrender. It appears as though nature formed this place for a city of easy defense. High hills line the river for several miles on which our dangerous cannons frown defiantly.

The days star of peace and liberty is about to dawn upon our beloved land. The true men of the North West are beginning to utter their sentiments and show their opposition to this bloody and unnatural war and cry for “peace.” Under the leadership of Vallandigham, a numerous party appears, and old Greeley, when at Washington, says the cry was an “Eastern Confederacy”—a “Republic of the West,” &c. The legislature of Illinois proposes a “Peace Convention” to be held at Louisville, Kentucky. Thus the ball is rolling onward. God speed the return of peace and the cause of rational liberty.

We have had no mail here since last Tuesday (as some of the bridges between here and Jackson were washed away) until today. Hence, this will be a few days later than usual. I must now close as I desire to send it today and look for another in a short time. My best love to mother and sisters. Also to J. R. and Margaret. Excuse bad writing as I finish in haste. Now, may the God of love and mercy be and remain with us all. In the hands of filial affection, your most devoted and loving son, — J. K. P. Sayler


Letter 10

Addressed to James K. P. Sayler, Care of Capt. Dodd, Co. A, Pitt’s Regiment Tenn. Volunteers, Vaughn’s Brigade, Vicksburg, Mississippi

State of Tennessee, Greene County
February 25, 1863

Dear Sons,

I received your letter of January 24th and one January 30th and one February 6th and one February 10th, which gave us a great deal of satisfaction to hear that you both were alive and in tolerable health. I received them on Monday 23rd. I was so glad to hear from you again. I can inform you that we are all well at present, hoping that these few lines may find you both in better health than you was last when we heard from you.

I can inform you that the money you sent come safe but for any else came nothing. You wrote that you sent a book—the History of Romulus. I have not got it yet. What has become of it, I do not know though I may get it yet. I can inform you that I got the Athens Post tolerable regular ever since you sent for it. I wish you could get some good paper. You can read the Holy Bible, that good old book—the best of all books.

The conscripts are all absent and gone but where to, I know not. I got the money that you sent. Was forty-two dollars in one letter that Lloyd Bullen brought, and twenty dollars in another letter that. L. Britten brought. It came safe.

Write to me for what you sent it for and that will do. I must bring my letter to a close. I will write again soon. You both must write as often as you can, May God have mercy on us all is my prayer for Jesus’ sake. Excuse for not writing more at present. I am in a hurry. So no more—only remaining your affectionate father until death, — John Sayler


Letter 11

Greene county, State of Tennessee
March 1, 1863

Dear Sons,

Through the kind mercy of God, I again take my pen in hand to write to you to let you know that we are all well at present hoping that this may find you both in good health. The soldiers had taken J. R. Sayler down to Lien Creek bridge and he stayed there all night and the next day I went down and they give him a furlough for a few days and he went home again the third time and then he was transferred to Lieut. [Daniel] Britton’s command. John reported to Lt. Britton. We went to Mr. Britton’s house. He is a gentleman about his house. He treated us well. I saw Robard Brown’s sister at Lt. [Daniel] Britton’s. She is a nice looking lady. You can tell Robard she is well. I saw Col. Bullin and he told me that the book you sent was at his house and he would bring it to Greeneville as soon as he could think of it. I saw James Jackson. He said that the soldiers were in tolerable health.

We have a great deal of bad weather, a heap of rain. It is very muddy here at present. The roads are bad. Me and John was at your uncle Jacob Fink. He is not st strong a Union [man] as he was but Jane is a Lincolnite in full. They are all well. I hear that Samuel Fink had joined the Dunkard Church but William Fink is just the same old Lincolnite as ever. They have it a going here that you soldiers have nothing to eat but mule meat and are all starving to death but Lt. Britton told me that there is enough for the army for nine months. Britton says that it is rough sometimes. Beef is poor. He said you have sugar and rice and molasses and peas.

Monday morning, March 2nd. I again seat myself to write a few more lines to let you both know that we have not forgotten you. We love to hear from you both and how you are a getting along. Jacob Justice was well last week. I have not heard from B. Knight for a few weeks. George O. Wells was well far as I know of.

I have plenty of hay yet. I have not fed many of my husk yet. I think I will have nearly enough of corn and wheat to do us till harvest. My wheat looks tolerable well. My rye looks fine. My oats is little yet though it may come out. I have three sows and eight pigs. They look well at present. My horses look tolerable well. My cattle look bad.

I must bring my letter [to a close]. May the God of love and peace bless and save us all is my prayer. Write soon and I will do the same. So no more, only remaining your affectionate father, — John Sayler


Letter 12

Camps near Vicksburg, Mississippi
March 10, 1863

Dearly beloved Father,

I am under the pleasant obligation of acknowledging the reception of your kind letter of the 1st and 2nd of March, which arrived yesterday. I was happy to hear that you was all well; and that Jacob Justis, G. O. Wells, and the neighbors generally were in good health. I can inform you that I am enjoying moderate health, some better than when I wrote before. I hope this will find you embowered in health’s purest and most delightful domain. Dwelling there tho’ fed on a crust, is better than to live in a house of knickknacks and sickness accompanying it.

I am pleased to hear that Col. Bullen had taken my book safe and tat you would get it.Though not very large, it is seldom found. Glad that Uncle Jacob is not so strong Union! William is past recovery, I reckon. William Pickens told me he had heard Samuel had joined the Dunkards. Hope you will continue to get the “Athens Post” regularly. I read the best of books [Bible] some, and other publications. The Psalms are my favorite. THey suit my mind & heart. Day before yesterday we drawed salted pork. The sick got flour and bacon. We have plenty of meal, sugar, peas, rice and molasses. This is a fact. Beef is generally poor. A man will not starve on what we get. True, a man of a delicate stomach would rather have butter, chickens, &c. &c.

I was glad to hear you had plenty of feed and provisions, that your stock looked well except the cattle. They will be apt to improve when grass comes. You have enough of hogs for one hand. Glad to hear wheat and rye looked well. There is none to be seen here. The leaves are getting green on the trees; we still have a great deal of rain. I tell you our cannons roared last night. It is thought a gunboat passed. It is reported a fight is now going on at Port Hudson. If they pass that place, it won’t be long before an attack is made here. But you will get the news in the paper by telegraph sooner than by letter. For the present, I close. May God protect and save us all is the prayer of your loving and affectionate son, — J. K. P. Sayler

Dear sisters, as it is rainy today, you will have to excuse my failure to answer your letters separately. I was glad to hear from you and hope you will write whenever you can. I was glad to hear of your reading a good deal. Read history and study grammar. I would love to be with you. It would make me as happy as it would you to spend those evening hours with you. But we cannot enjoy that pleasure so let us be as contented as we can. I send “Liberty” by Lt. Kelsey to Mary. You must write soon. Your loving brother, — James K. P. Sayler


Letter 13

Camp near Vicksburg, Mississippi
Tuesday morning, March 17, 1863

Dearly beloved Father,

Your kind letter of March 8th came to hand yesterday evening, and by the tender mercies of a kind and loving Providence, I am permitted this beautiful spring morning to employ my pen to communicate a few lines for your perusal and consideration. I was glad to hear that you were all well and doing well. I can inform you that we are enjoying tolerably good health at present. I have nearly recovered from my spell of the mumps. I hope to be able for duty in a few days. I most sincerely desire that this will find you all in the enjoyment of good health. It gives is a great deal of pleasure to read your letters and converse together through the medium of writing. I love to read the kind words that my sisters wrote and hope they will write every opportunity they have. It will improve their hand at writing as well as afford us much satisfaction. I also hope that mother and Sarah and Rebecca will write whenever they can, or get you to write for them. We love to hear from you all. It gives us comfort and encouragement.

I am glad you got the book I sent, and that you loved to read it. Jacob F’s boots would last a good while if they were mended. He has not wore his new boots yet. It was bad weather when he bought them but since then the weather has been more mild. My shoes are pretty good yet. They are worn very little. This country is not bad on shoes, being of a sandy nature, it is not long muddy. I sold thew last of my tobacco at Grenada. I am not able to inform you how much I made on it. I sold some at 60 cents a plug and some at 75 cents a plug. I reckon I gained some $5 or $6—about enough to pay me for my trouble. It appears that everything has got very high in Greene county as well as at other places. Eggs is worth $2 a dozen here, butter $2 a pound, chickens $2 apiece, corn $1.50 a bushel (is what the Government pays) and other things in proportion. We have plenty of bacon now, if it only continues.

I saw Henry S. Stewart, my old teacher, last Saturday. He was in good health. George Monteith is well. He is in Latrobe’s Battery of field artillery. Dolphus M. White was here last Sunday. He was in good health. Wells & Armentrout’s were in tolerable good health at last accounts. I have not heard from W. Pickens or Thomas Fink for several days. Crawford’s [60th Tennessee] Regiment is camped about 1 mile from here. Our company is in about as good health as usual. John Davis is well. A. A. Campbell has had the varialoid or small pox. He has been out at the hospital two or three weeks. He is getting nearly well. None others have taken it yet. As it has been some time, I hope none will.

We are expecting Lt. [Daniel] Britton to arrive in a week or so as we have been informed he was to start yesterday. We do not know whether we will go to Tennessee shortly or not. It is very sultry here this evening.

The enemy’s fleet attempted to pass Port Hudson but were repulsed, except two gunboats, one of which was burnt to the water’s edge, and the other crippled. So report has it.

An early attack is expected at Greenwood up on the Yazoo. Gen. Loring is in command of our forces at that place and I hope he will be able to meet successfully any attack. It is said the Yankees threatening that place number 14,000. Gen. Price is sent to Arkansas. The great struggle for the Mississippi Valley is near at hand. May the God of Battles give us a victory in this stern conflict, and may it bring about a speedy peace. I would love to hear about our situation at Cumberland Gap, &c.

Enclosed I send a tract entitled, “A Mother’s parting words to her soldier boy,” as I expect you would all love to read it. We get tracts to read occasionally and they give us great comfort at times, while others contain themes for thought and reflection and a considerable amount of information.

My watch has got out of fix and sometimes I wish it was at home, and if we stay down here, I have no use for my overcoat. But I will manage all to the best advantage under the circumstances. I was glad to hear you had bought you a pair of breech lands. You got them cheap if they are good. Who did you get them from? I reckon you have been plowing in the new field next to Jo Hendrey’s. What are you putting in the bottoms where you had corn? Write about affairs generally. What would you all say to our joining Lynch’s Company of Artillery? Or is there any company in Tennessee you would rather we would join? We are satisfied in our company but don’t know whether we can stand marching or not. If we were sure our regiment would go back to Tennessee, we would rather stay in it. Give us your views.

Tell T. F. Jeffries I received a piece of his poetry in a letter to A. J. Grubbs, and that I anxiously await another. Give P. M. Correll our best respects, and tell him to write to us whenever he can. Sisters, you must not forget to write. May God guard, guide, and protect us in this our day of trouble, and if it be consistent with his holy will, enable us to meet again at home to spend many a joyful hour in each other’s society, and finally get home in Heaven, is the sincere desire of your devoted son, — J. K. P. Sayler


Letter 14

Greene county, State of Tennessee
March 20th 1863

Dear sons,

By the help of God, I am permitted to write again to let you know that we are all well at present without the exception of the piles that I am plagued with. I am suffering at the time through. I am doing my work as usually. I received your letters of February 22nd that was received with gladness and joy to hear that you both was getting better. I hope that you both will recover and get well again in a few weeks. I was glad to see that Jacob F. Sayler wrote a few lines to us all.

Well, as far as I know, the soldiers are gathering the conscripts. The report is that Jackson A. Smith is shot and Reuben Neel, he is shot in the leg, and Smith through the back. Both was alive when heard from. I saw R. H. Morelock on the 18th of March. He is well. Him and the Battalion was over on Laurel [?] and caught some and killed some and moved all the women and children out and fed all the grain that they had in there. I want you to write a few lines to Fayette Jeffries in Caton [?] to see whether he can read it or not. He wonders how you got to be such a scholar. He asked whether you had studied Greek or the Spanish or Latin. Write a few lines in Latin on a strip of paper and send it to him.

I like to know how the Regiment likes Col. Pitts or not. My best respects to all my friends. I have plowed the stubble field next to the big road. George O. Wells and wife was at our house last Sunday. They were both well. We have five lambs, two sets of twins. The one a pretty sight. My sheep are doing well and my hogs are doing tolerable well for the chase they have.

I have not seen John B. Correll since he left. He has not been home since he left, He is still at Big Creek Gap. He wrote that he was well and P. H. Babb was fatter than he ever saw him in his life.

I can inform you that J. R. Sayler has planted three bushel of potatoes and made some garden. J. R. will come with Lt. Britton. I have not saw him since the 25th of February when me and John R. was at his house. He is to let J. R. know when he is to start.

J. F. Sayler, write as often as you can. J. K. P. Sayler, write as often as you can. I like to hear from you every week. I cannot write as often as I would like to for I have not the chance to write for at night I am too tired to sit down and write. You must forgive me for not doing my duty. May God bless and save us all is my prayer. So no more at present. Only your affectionate father until death, — John Sayler

March 20th 1863

Dear brothers, I seat myself to drop you a few words. I am well and I hope this will reach you in good health. I am now waiting on Britton to go back. I expect he will go soon. I have nothing of importance to write. If we all live, I expect to see you both shortly. Give my best respects to all the boys. So I must close, only remain your affectionate brother until death, — John R. Sayler


Letter 15

Camps near Vicksburg, Mississippi
April 1st 1863

Dear parents and sisters,

I seat myself this beautiful morning to let you know that I am enjoying tolerable good health at present. I can inform you that I am about well of the mumps. I hope when I get over them that I will have my health better than I have had before down here. I hope when this comes to hand, it will find you all well.

I can inform you that some of the Yankees’ boats are in sight of us yet though they are very cautious to keep out of reach of our guns for they will bark when they come close enough. I was glad to hear your sheep was doing so well & your hogs. I was glad to hear you had the stubble field plowed & getting along so well with your work. I would like to be there at Easter to win all the eggs I could for I han’t eat but one since I left home & it costs [ ].

I han’t anything of any importance to write to you, only the trees and grass looks as green as it will get so I must close my brief letter. I will try and write oftener than I have been. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. I want you all to write as often as you can get the chance to do so. No more at present, only remaining your son and brother until death, – Jacob F. Sayler


Letter 16

Camp near Vicksburg, Mississippi
April 6, 1863

Dear Father,

I am again permitted to write a few lines to you. I received your letter dated March 27th and mailed at Bull’s Gap. March 29th on last Saturday, which gave me great joy and pleasure to hear from you and that all was in good health, except yourself. I was sorry to hear that you was suffering with the piles. I hope you will soon recover. I am in moderate health. Some days I feel tolerably well, and of others I suffer considerably. I am quite weak and have done no duty lately. If I had good water now and plenty of wheat bread, I think I would gain some strength. I had biscuits for breakfast this morning. The flour cost 60 cents a pound. It and good pork sop and rice coffee made me a very good breakfast.

Our company has been out at town as commissary guard ever since last Tuesday. Brother Jake F. went out Thursday morning. He was well this morning. Yesterday, I suppose, was Easter, but poor “Jim” had no eggs. Jake bought some in town for his breakfast, Corporal Stout told me. They cost $1.50 at $2 per dozen. Biscuits $1 @ $1.50 a dozen. Butter $1.50 @ $2 a pound. Green onions 33.33 @ [ ] a dozen. Several persons in our company has got provisions from home, yes, in the whole Brigade. Quartermaster Stephens brought them. Mostly flour, bacon, eggs, butter, onions, &c. &c. They all deem them a treasure and would not sell of them for any consideration. I don’t attempt to blame them for as apt as not, I would be as selfish.

There is no news of general interest to send you. The Yankee fleet up the river have nearly all disappeared. I do not know where they have gone, but I expect up on the Yazoo. Their fleet of boats on the Tallahatchie river to Sunflower Creek, then through Hushpecauna Bayou to the Yazo river, up above Greenwood. If they could open a passage by this route, it would give them several advantagesm but I presume our generals will throw osbstacles in the way to thwart their designs. An engagement up in that portion of the country is expected before long. From Snyder’s Bluff to Greenwood is the line of expected battle. A great many troops have passed by here going up. The 29th and 36th Georgia Regiments went up on Saturday.

You will write about all the neighbors. How William Ross and family are doing. You can tell them that his brother George is well. Jacob Couch was here yesterday. He was well. J. E. Wells was here last Wednesday. He was in good health. Buck Armentrout is not well. Cyrus had got better and went on duty and took another chill. William Robertson passed by here today. You will write how old William Brown is and the folks generally. Tell John R. to write if he is still at home. Tell him to work as long as he remains.

I hear today that Capt. Henshaw is dead. I hear that he got home. I sent my watch by him which I hope you have got before now. I get your letters in a week generally and it appears it takes mine two weeks or more to reach you. I cannot tell the cause. I was glad to hear what you all was doing Thanksgiving Day. I read and wrote a letter to you. Mother and sisters write to us. Your children and brothers would love to hear from you. Father, write as often as you can. With the hope that this will find you all in good health, I close. May the blessing of God rest and abide with us now and forever is the prayer of your loving son, — J. K. P. Sayler


Letter 17

Greene county, State of Tennessee
April 19, 1863

Dear sons,

Through the kind mercy of an overruling providence, I am again permitted to write a few lines to let you know that we are all well. I have got better of the piles at present, hoping that this letter may find you all in good health.

John R. left on the first day of April and we have not heard from him since he left home. I received two letters on the 12th of April. The one was dated March 27th; the other was April 1st. I have got No. 21. That is the last number we have received. Oh how glad it made our hearts to hear that our boys are well and doing tolerable well. I can tell you that the Lincolnites had taken Wash Smith but he has come back, They have also taken George E. Jorgel and another man by the name of Woods and have not been heard of since the war taken on. What has become of them is not known. What they will do next is not known.

I received your letters today dated April 6th. They gave us a great of satisfaction to hear from our children. I received the Vicksburg Daily Whig that you sent. There was nothing wrote on it by my name. The neighbors are generally well. William Brown is crazy yet. Lewis Brown went and give himself up and give security for ten thousand dollars, so I heard. David Brown is at home. James R. Baily is well. B. Night was the last time I saw him. Jacob Justice was in tolerable health. William Justice is a wagoner in government service and the other William Justice is a wagoner too in government service. Sherlwood Hatley has moved to Doctor Young’s place where Spencer’s live and A. Johnson has moved where Hatley left. Aaron Woods has moved to old William Brown. William Ross and family are well as far as I know. John Baxter is not well yet. He gets no better.

A few words for Margaret Ann Saylor to [her husband] John R. Saylor to let you know that she had a daughter on 12th day of April but it was dead born. I had Miss Canter with her and Doctor Young. He done all he could to save it but alas, it is gone to world of spirits. J. R., don’t fret for it is far better off than we are. Margaret is doing as well as can be expected for the time. She has been sitting up. The neighbors has been very good to come to see us. We have buried it at Gass Shed. It was his request to have it buried there. It was at head of Sarah W. Brown’s grave. It was a pretty child. It favored J. R. James Kebler made its coffin. Daniel Miller carried the corpse to the graveyard. Me and Hendrey girls and two of John H. Brown’s girls and three of our girls and A. I. Connell and I. Hendrey was at the burying and John Brown, Lydia and Catherine was at the wake and have been up to see us once since to see us.

I must bring my letter to a close. Write soon. I cannot write as often as I would. I cannot get them to mail as quick as I would wish to. I will write as often as I can. Don’t get out of patience. May God bless us all and save us is my prayer. — John Sayler

Here I send you some of its hair and some of that it was buried in for you to see. So no more at present. Only remaining your affectionate wife until death. — Margaret Ann [Hendry] Saylor


Letter 18

[Editors Note: I did not transcribe the following letter which was co-written on 3 May 1863 by Rebecca and Margaret Sayler to their brothers.]

1861: Joshua B. Parks to George Baily

A post war Cabinet Card of Joshua B. Parks

The following letter was written by Joshua B. Parks (1828-1901) of St. Mathews, Jefferson county, Kentucky. He was married in 1857 to Mary Emma Herr (1838-1909) and at the time of this letter (August 1857), had a 3 year-old daughter named Bettie BerthaParks (1859-1886) and a 1 year-old son named John Floyd Parks (1860-1917). Joshua and his father Floyd Parks were large landholders in Jefferson county, farmers and keepers of livestock.

An 1868 article in the Louisville Daily Courier promoted “Josh Parks” as a Democratic nominee for a vacancy in the state’s legislature. His name is as familiar as a “household word” in Jefferson county, the writer proclaimed. He would represent the farming interests of the county despite his young age of 39. A few years later, in 1872, there were notices of his having become bankrupt, however.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Addressed to George Baily, Esq., Bridgeport, Connecticut

St. Mathews, Kentucky
August 6th 1861

Dear Cousin,

As I have not heard from you in a long time, I have concluded to indite a few lines to you. I expected to find you in St. Louis last fall when I was there, but they told me you had sold out and was then in Bridgeport. The people in Missouri are having a warm time at present. I seen your old friend Wheeler the other day. He says he is doing as well as could be expected. We are embargoed here on all sides. We cannot buy only what the Lincoln Dynasty chooses to sell us nor can we sell only what they choose to let us to the South—our only customers. The people in this state have been loyal to the government and to the Union believing that the southern states have acted wrong in trying to break up this government. But you may rest assured they are a unit or will be, should the government continue this war for they do not believe that the Union can be restored by force. They are willing—too willing—to compromise this question with both the North and South for they may fight until they ruin both sides and then they will have to compromise at last. Why not do it at once.

I know that the Northern press say, let the South lay down their arms and give up their leaders to be hung, and then we will compromise. But you, my friend, have seen too much of the southern character not to know that they would [not] entertain that proposition for a moment, but say the North, we will whip them back. Now I am no politician and therefore I will not go into the causes which I think have led to a separation of these states, but of one thing I do know, and mark my words, one section of this country cannot be destroyed without destroying the other section. And should this war be continued, the whole country will meet one common fate.

Kentucky has heretofore differed with her southern sisters. They believe (the seceded states) that this is a war for the destruction of African slavery whereas Kentucky believes it to be a war for a restoration of the Union of these states. But as it progresses we find the abolition leaders become frenzied and heap curses and maledictions upon the whole of us. Kentucky too will become frenzied and aroused from her lethargy when she will range herself side by side with old Virginia, the mother of Kentucky, and of Presidents and then 100 thousand sons will draw the sword and throw away the scabbard. She being the last to get in the fight, she will be the last to give it up. We have cried aloud for peace. We want peace now. But if we are forced into war—woe to the wrong doers.

I received a letter from our old friend Homer the other day. He is a straight out No. 1 Greeley-Beecher-Seward-Lincoln abolitionist and no mistake. He says if slavery stands in the way, wipe it out. But as I said before, the people here want peace. They want the Union restored, but they know that war will not restore the Union, and should it continue six months longer, all hopes for a reconstruction will be destroyed forever and forever.

You must write to me and let us know how your family is. What the feeling is in your section. My family are enjoying good health. We have a little daughter nearly 3 years old and a little boy 18 months old—fine looking children. They favor their Pa of course. Write to me soon. Your cousin, — Joshua B. Parks

P. O. St, Mathews, Kentucky

George Baily, Esq.
Bridgeport, Conn.

1862: James Perkins to William W. Sullivan

The following letter was written by 39 year-old wagon maker James Perkins (1823-1863) of Clifton, Union county, Indiana. James enlisted on 9 August 1862 in Co. G, 69th Indiana Infantry. He died of chronic diarrhea while in the service at St. Louis, Missouri, on 27 July 1863.

I could not find an image of James Perkins but here is one of Alexander Moore who served in Co. B, 69th Indiana Infantry.

James was born, raised, and married in Kennebec county, Maine. His wife, Evira F. (Wade) Perkins died in January 1861 and left him with four children born between 1848 and 1857. After James’ death, the Wade family stepped in as guardians.

The 69th Indiana, along with other Union forces, suffered a significant defeat at the Battle of Richmond on August 29–30. The overwhelming Confederate victory led to the capture of a substantial number of Union troops, including the entire 69th Indiana regiment. Following their capture, the soldiers of the 69th were paroled, a prevalent practice at the time wherein captured soldiers were released with the stipulation that they would refrain from combat until formally exchanged. Perkins’ letter was written during this period of time while still in Kentucky.

Later in September 1862, they returned to Indianapolis to await their official exchange. It was during this period of enforced inactivity that controversy emerged; Union authorities exhibited reluctance to expedite the exchange and reintegration of the captured and paroled soldiers into active duty. This created a phase of idleness and disarray, raising serious concerns regarding the regiment’s preparedness and morale. Once officially exchanged and reorganized, the regiment distinguished itself in several major campaigns, notably the Vicksburg Campaign and the Red River Campaign. However, the memory of the calamity at Richmond and the ensuing period of compulsory inaction remained a poignant and bitter chapter in its early history.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Four miles south of Louisville
September 9th 1862

Mr. Sullivan, sir,

How the thing looks outside of this horrible place I don’t know, but as near as I can learn, we are in an awful fix. There is great dissatisfaction here among our broken regiment. They say they will die before they will consent to consolidate with any other. The 14 Kentucky wants us but we will not go in. We think our Kentucky officers are not all right. We have many among us that is sick, many wounded that wants to go home but cannot leave camp unless pronounced by the doctor very dangerous. One man laid here on the ground and died day before yesterday. We have not got 50 men in our regiment that is well enough to bear arms and what will be our destiny, you know as well as we. We think we have been used worse than dogs. Col. Bickle we think is doing all he can to get us home but I guess he will not succeed.

We are in Kentucky and we must do as they do but if we was in Indiana, I would not think much of Kentucky. They are waiting to know how the scale will tip. But we might as well laugh as cry. Crying will do no good although I have not tried it yet. Neither have I laughed much either but I think if I was to your place, it would be the first thing I’d do. I think as little of home and its pleasures as I possibly can.

Freeman Ward and Wallace Stanton are my messmates. We have two blankets between us. We sleep together. We try to take a little comfort but hard to get at. We have no tents. We sleep on the damp ground—no covering over us but the heavens. Old Mr. Preston came here last Wednesday and stayed till yesterday. He said if he had heard how we was used, he could[n’t have] believed it but he said he should go home and tell the tale anyhow.

There is a fellow in camp that cut his foot off splitting wood yesterday morning [and] can never be fit for duty, but he cannot get home now—even to the hospital. There is a nasty creek running through our campground and thousands of dead fish in it. We have no water nearer than one mile fit to drink and that is worse than your slop. I think I would be as glad to see you as you was to see me at Maine. If I knew you could leave home and come here safe and get back safe, I should have you come and see me—perhaps for the last time. But I do not want you to come bad enough to endanger your own life for you very well know that I have too much love and respect for you all to endanger your lives to please me. I have already asked many favors of you which has been cheerfully granted, I believe.

I did not expect when I left your house to change my situation for the better. I did not come because I wanted to. I did not come because I expected to find an easy time. But I came because my country called me. I came for the welfare of my children and your children which I think as much of as I do of my own. But it will not do to dwell on thoughts like these.

There is 6,000 people [with]in sound of my voice. No place you might say to be lonesome. But the most of them will leave very soon. Everyone seems to be in for himself and fighting mad. We had someone say there would be a speedy compromise and the reply to that was to point of bayonet, but that may be our only chance—God only knows.

We had a good lecture Sunday last from our Chaplain from Richmond. He preached three weeks ago at Richmond for us and there every man listened to him that fell in the battle near Richmond. Poor Isaac Shaffer stood by my side three weeks ago and heard him; little did he think that would be the last sermon he would hear on earth. But he is, I trust, better off than we. He has got through with all wars and all troubles that this life is near to.

I will close for this time by saying my best respects to all. Excuse bad writing for we have no convenient time nor place. Your well wisher, — J. Perkins

1862: Daniel Crist Kitchel to Lucy Sullivan

The following letter was written by Daniel Crist Kitchel (1842-1928), the son of Daniel Kitchel (1795-1855) and Eliza Crist of Liberty, Union county, Indiana. At the time of the 1860 US Census, Daniel was living with and working as a farm hand for Enoch Coddington in Brownsville, Union county.

According to muster rolls, Daniel enlisted in Co. C, 8th Indiana Infantry in September 1861 and mustered out three years later at Indianapolis. He signed this letter as a sergeant but the date of his promotion isn’t recorded.

Daniel married Mary Ellen Babb (1845-1915) in 1869. When 86 year-old Daniel died in 1928, he had 39 grandchildren and 6 great-grandchildren.

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Addressed to Miss Lucy Sullivan, Liberty, Union County, Indiana

Camp Helena, Arkansas
August 1, 1862

Friend Lucy,

It is with the most of pleasure that I am now able to fill my promise of yesterday. I wrote you a letter yesterday [and] I stated that I would send you my miniature of which I am able to do but it isn’t a very true one. The artist was very poor indeed. Lucy you must send me yours—that is, if you think I deserve it. Please write soon as you receive this. Yours truly, I remain your new friend, Sergeant D. C. Kirchel

To Miss L. Sullivan

Lucy, long may you live and happy, beloved by all, by most by me.

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1861-62: Josiah Baird to his Family

Capt. Josiah Baird, Co. D, 2nd Missouri Cavalry or “Merrill’s Horse” (Courtesy of John Baird)

Recently I was sent transcripts of Civil War letters written by Capt. Josiah Baird, Co. D, Merrill’s Horse, St. Louis, MO. These transcripts were made from the original letters about 1960 by Grace Baird—a Baird family descendant—and passed on to me by John Baird, Grace’s grandson. Earlier this year, John had sent me letters written by a younger brother of Josiah’s named Robert Baird who served in Co. H, 49th Pennsylvania Infantry [See—1862: Robert Baird to his Family]. He also sent me a letter by another brother named Henry Baird, who died in the H. L. Hunley submarine accident [See—1861: Henry Baird to William Baird]. Most of Josiah’s letters were written to a fourth brother named John Baird.

In the previously published Baird family letters on Spared & Shared, I was provided with scanned copies of the original documents to verify the accuracy of Grace Baird’s transcriptions completed 65 years ago. Regrettably, the whereabouts of Josiah’s original letters remains elusive to the descendants of the Baird family except for the one dated 28 December 1861. Nonetheless, I have chosen to publish these transcriptions for several reasons. Firstly, having examined Grace’s transcriptions of other family letters, I can confidently vouch for her expertise in this undertaking, giving me little cause to question the accuracy of her work. Secondly, there exists a considerable community of Civil War enthusiasts who have a keen interest in the Merrill Horse Regiment; Josiah’s letters from the war are substantiated and enriched by transcriptions of pre-war correspondence, which offer valuable insights into the challenges faced in Missouri prior to the conflict.


Background

Josiah Baird was the 10th child (8th son) and 7th living son of William and Nancy Harlison Baird. Josiah was born in the old family home near Pleasant Gap, Centre Co. Pa, on Aug 3, 1826. The family farm has since become a Pennsylvania State fish hatchery. Josiah grew up with his brothers and one sister—William being 20 years old when Josiah was born—John 18, James 15, Eliza 14, Samuel 11, Robinson 7 and Henry 2.

The first we hear about Josiah is when he was 20 years old, from a letter dated May 2, 1846 and written by a David B. Larimore, New Wilmington, Mercer Co. Pa. to John and Hannah Baird. The salutation was “Dear Cousins” but to date the relationship has not been determined. His mother was Eliza Baird and father David Larimer or Larimore, but even Margaret Ellen Baird McClelland did not know the connection, for in her notes she wrote, “Who was Eliza Baird.” In this letter he say he is “anxious to hear how Samuel is and whether he had got able to work or not. How are you getting along with your barn building and if Josiah went to a trade. Also how is William getting along building his house.”

Josiah evidently took up the trade of carpentry and cabinet making for several years later we hear he had a little cabinet shop on the property where he and his family lived in Clearfield, County seat of Clearfield Co. Pa.

On Dec 29, 1852, Josiah was united in marriage to Mary Fetterman Merrill, daughter of Wm. Merrill, Esq. by Alex McLeod, rector of St. Andrews Church, Clearfield. He was 26 and she was 15. She was born May 11, 1837.

The 1st letter we have from him was dated July 1853, Clearfield, and written to his brother John at Bellefonte in which he states they are all well and that he was very busy. He wants Hannah to save some butter and lard for him for he said, “It is impossible to get butter here without going 20 miles for it and paying twenty cents a pound and lard is not to be had here at all. Times is pretty hard here now. The money matter is suspended till Spring. Give my respects to Father and Mother and all the friends. Mary joins in sending her love to you & Hannah, Father & Mother, your brother, — Josiah Baird.”

Josiah’s next letter was dated, Clearfield, Sept 26, 1855. “Dear Brother, I take the pleasant opportunity in answering your letter which I received this evening. It was better than 2 weeks on the road. I was very sorry to hear of Mother’s illness, but I hope these few lines may find her much better. [She died Sept 23, 1855]. If I had got your letter last week I would have gone over. I will wait until I hear from you. You must write as soon as you get this letter and let me know if Mother is getting well and if Henrietta has a bad turn. The dystantery [dysentery] is very bad in Clearfield. There has been more deaths in Clearfield this season than there has been for many years. We are all well at present. William Henry is pretty well again. He had a very hard turn of dystantery. Mary joins in sending our love to all of you. I remain yours, — Josiah Baird. P. S. If Mother gets worse you must let me know and I will come over to see her.

Josiah’s next letter to John was written on September 3, 1857 at Clearfield, Pa. and refers to the hard times caused by the Financial Panic of 1857. “I take the opportunity of writing to you to let you know that we are all well at present in Clearfield. I have not heard from home for some time. I believe I wrote last. I received a letter from Henry last week [this is the Henry Baird who died in the H. L. Hundley submarine accident in Charleston Harbor, October 15, 1863]. They were all well in Mobile. He says times are very dull in Mobile this summer but he says the prospects for the winter season is better. We have trying times in Clearfield. At the present time, it is feared that our lumbermen will all fail. There was four of the merchants went to Philadelphia last week for money and returned without it. They say they can’t pay a dollar. The most of the money that is in Clearfield is New York money and the news came last night that they had all failed or suspended. If that is the case, it is still worse for Clearfield than the failing of the Pennsylvania banks. I don’t know how it is going to terminate. There must be a change soon or else there is going to be trying times here soon…I expect to come home some time this fall or winter. I will finish my work in about 2 months. I am preparing to go West in the Spring if times will admit. Mary joins in sending love to Father & Hannah, yourself and the rest of the friends. Wm Henry is growing to be quite a large boy. We can send him to the stores & shops on errands. Nothing more at present but remain your affectionate brother, — Josiah Baird.”

On May 11, 1858, Josiah wrote a letter to his father from Clearfield, Pa. It reads in part: “I take up my pen to inform you how I am getting along in the getting ready to go West. Times is a great deal harder than I thought or when I was to see you last. I have fell short considerably of what I expected to go West with. I have tried to get money on a loan. I offered 15% but could not raise it. If you could raise me $50 for 3 or 4 months, I would be willing to pay 10% rather than not get it. I have a lien that I can half collect in 4 months which I could raise the money for you in that time. I have rented my house and has taken no work so I am obliged to do something. I can’t afford to pay board and do nothing. There is no work to be had now. Had I known this 2 months ago I might have had some jobs. We are all well. Mary joins in sending her love to you, John & Hannah. Nothing more but remains. Your affectionate son, Josiah Baird”

Sometime in the summer of 1858, Josiah again addressed his father in a letter datelined from Chillicothe, Livingston county, Missouri: “I take the present opportunity of informing you of my whereabouts and my prospects. I am enjoying good health at present and I hope these few lines find you all enjoying the same blessing. I have been very sick since I left home. When I was in Iowa, I had an attack of fever but a very light turn. I was amongst strangers but not without friends. Had it not been for the Odd Fellows, I expect I would have had a very hard time of it. They moved me from the Hotel to a private house and nursed me well. It cost me but three dollars. Since I got well, I feel better than I have for a year. I have gained 10 lbs in 2 weeks. I have been to work in this place for 2 weeks. I commenced working for $1.75 per day. I am now making $2.00. I am paying $2.50 per week board. I have taken two jobs—a church and a storeroom. I will commence them in two weeks if I have luck and not disappointed in hands. I will clear $500 on them. I am getting double the amount for the church that I could in Penn. and can hire hands as cheap here as I could there and board is not any higher here than in Clearfield.

Chillocothe is a very pretty place. It is situated on the Hannibal & St Joseph railroad and in a good farming country but not very well farmed. The city stands on a high rolling prairie and not over one half mile from timber. In fact, the timber comes to the edge of the city. Lots can be bought from $125.00 up to $300 & $500. There is a hotel going up 100 x 175, four stories high. If I had been here sooner I would have had the job and may get the managing of it yet. The man that is doing it is working by the day & is no mechanic. Land is rising very fast in this section of the state. There are a great many Eastern men coming here. Land joining the city is worth from $25 to $50 per acre. Three or four miles it can be bought from $12 to $15 according to location. There is some as pretty land in this country as ever I saw. I passed over some prairie coming to this place that can’t be beat in any state that can be bought for $6 per acre within 3 miles of the railroad and within 10 miles of this city. I think a man could do well in this country to going to the cultivating of fruit. The farmers have been very dilatory in the way of raising fruit. I have seen but one or two orchards.

I must give you a history of my travels from Bloomington to this place. I gave it in Wm’s letter to that place. When I left Bloomington, Macon Co, Mo., there were 9 of us. The road was so bad we were afraid to ride in the stage so we hired an ox team. An ox team in this country is from three to six yoke. We had three. Well, there was five ladies in the party and three men besides myself, and there was not any of the party that had ever seen many hardships. They had all been raised in the city—Cincinnati. We got along very well the first six miles then we came to the Chariton River. Were ferried over. The Ferryman told us that we would have to hire a pilot to take us across the bottom. We gave a man $2 to ride before the oxen. We got about one mile when the oxen stalled. Then we had two miles to go. There was no other but get out and wade for it. I got out in water up to the waist. The balance of the men got out and we tried to make the oxen pull the ladies, but they could not do it so three of them got out & waded 2 miles in water to the waist. I began to think traveling in the West was pretty hard. After we got over that place, we had four other creeks to cross at which I had to make a raft to take the ladies across and swim the team. We sent the oxen back and got a horse team at Linneus, the count seat of Linn Co. We were five days coming sixty miles. Part of the road was very good and we came over some very nice country but along the streams it is hard country. Probably you have heard a great deal about the people of Missouri and the border ruffins. I see nothing wrong with the people as far as I have travelled in this state. Never hear Kansas mentioned. I have never been asked my politics since I came here. I still remain your affectionate son, — Josiah Baird.”

As Civil War loomed, Josiah struck up a more frequent correspondence with his brother John. Writing from Chillicothe, Missouri on 4 February 1861, Josiah wrote: “Times are very hard in this country at present and no prospect of getting better soon. Provisions are cheap but no money to buy them with. Money is worth from 4 to 5 per cent a month. If the National difficulties is not settled soon, I don’t know what will become of us in this portion of Missouri. Almost all the people here have got all their means invested in lands & they can’t turn it into money now. There is a great many leaving. Some going north & some going south—more going south than north. There is a great many want to go if they had the means to go with. We have an election in this state on the 18th of this month to elect delegates to a state convention to decide whether we will go with the balance of the southern states. We have some seceders in this state but there is a large majority in favor of the Union. We are going to see hard times unless there is a union of all the states. I have been idle for 3 months and it is hard to tell how much longer it will be. There is nothing doing nor won’t be till this difficulty is settled. If I could sell, I would leave the border for awhile.”

Then, two weeks later, 20 February 1861, Josiah wrote his brother again: “We are having very exciting times in this state at present, and I don’t think the worst has come yet. We had an election last Monday to elect delegates to a state convention. There is 3 from each sectional district. The district we are in has elected Union candidates by 2000 majority. The seceders are very much down in the mouth (the old snake killers as they are called000that means the old settlers). The Union men are not in favor of going out of the Union until all constitutional remedies are exhausted. The secession candidates are for immediate secession. The old citizens brand every Eastern man as an Abolitionist—it don’t matter what his political views are. I have seen some hard fights over it and came very near it myself. I was attacked on the day of the election by some three or four cutthroats, but when they saw I would not run, they drew their revolvers but was a little too drunk to use them. I happened to be armed with a colt revolver and a ten-inch bone knife. When they saw me draw my weapons they ran. I was very glad I got clear of using them. My opinion is Missouri will stay in the Union if all the balance go out, although there will be some hot times and a great many lives lost.”

On 20 May 1861, Josiah wrote to John: “No doubt you have heard there has been a fight in this state at St Louis between the United States troops and the State Militia or I might say the Missouri Secessionists. Six hundred of the latter was taken prisoners. It created quite an excitement in the interior. The secessionists in part of the state are for driving out all the Union men out of the state and in a great many places they have driven them out. I know of twenty in our neighborhood that were made to leave. In this city the secessionists have the majority but the union men have the pluck. We won’t be driven out. We will die first. If I could have collected my money I would have left this state until the troubles were over but that is out of the question now. Every thing is at a stand still and nothing doing, nor no money in the country. I don’t expect to be able to do anything this summer. There is no credit here now—especially a northern man. If I had a team I would have put in a crop this season, but I had none and I would not go in debt for one here.”

A month later, on 17 June 1861, Josiah wrote to John: “Hurrah for the Union & the Stars & Stripes. We are having hot times here now. Our city was taken in possession by the United States troops on Friday last – 600 landed here on the cars about 12 o’clock. Before the cars stopped they were half way through the city on a double quick time. The secessionists troop saw them come. They took to the brush and has not been heard of since. Ha Ha. So much for Southern chivalry. There is about 60,000 troops in this state from Illinois & Iowa. They have taken possession of all the principal cities in the state.

My life has been threatened by half a dozen. I am not afraid. The stars & stripes float over my house. They will float there til I die.

Josiah Baird, 17 June 1861

The Governor [Sterling Price] called for 50,000 state troops. After he issued his proclamation, he left for the South—him & all his officers. If he is caught he will be hung to the first tree. We have had a great deal of treachery with the officers of the state to force us out of the Union, but thank God they were caught in time to save the state from destruction. I have very hard getting along. I have not collected a dollar for nine months. I will loose about one thousand dollars by men running off & going south. If I could only raise money enough to send Mary home, I could get along. I would go into the army. I can get a commission as captain. Mary is very near scared to death. My life has been threatened by half a dozen. I am not afraid. The stars & stripes float over my house. They will float there til I die. I will have to close. I must send this by hand to Illinois. Our respects to all. Good by. — Josiah

Two weeks later on 5 July 1861, Josiah again wrote from Chillcothe, Missouri: “We have still a great deal of excitement here. We don’t know what day there will be an attack upon the city by the Rebels. We are taking prisoners every day—spies sent into camp. We have 1,000 men stationed in & within six miles of this city on the railroad. We are trying to get up a regiment of men in this county for home guard, but to be sworn in for three years. I am elected captain of one of the companies. If we get into service & should happen to get into an engagement we will not show much quarter to the Rebels. We have lived long enough with them to know if they got the upper hand, we would have to hang, but fortunately the boot is on the other leg. I think some of them will smell hemp. They have formed guerrilla parties all over the state. They stole 1,000 horses & mules in our county all from Union men. I don’t know whether I will live to see it or not but nevertheless, it will come to pass. This state will be white yet. We had a splendid old Fourth of July. The morning of the 3rd the secessionists said we could not get up a celebration on the Fourth. We went to work after dinner was over. We had dinner on the Fourth for 1,000 men & had a glorious time generally. The Iowa 3rd Regiment is a fine looking lot of men with uniforms. Iowa is doing nobly. We are without a state government. Our governor has run off & gone to Arkansas. It is to be hoped he never will come back.”

Two weeks later, on 16 July 1861, Josiah shared even more troubling news: “I once more take the liberty of addressing you to give you the news of the day. When I wrote you last we had not had any fighting in North Missouri. We are having it now plenty and to spare. The Rebels commenced by burning bridges on the Hannibal & St Joseph R.R. at Monroe—100 miles from this place. They burnt the station depot & 3 trains of cars, 2 bridges & tore up considerable track. They had a fight with the troops. Col Smith of the Illinois commanded the government troops. General Harris the Rebels. The fight lasted 48 hours. There were 700 of our boys & 3600 of the Rebels. There were six of our boys wounded (none killed). They are all doing well. The Rebels lost, killed & wounded 120 – 60 horses taken & 50 stand of arms. Yesterday the Rebels fired into a train on the North Mo. R.R. killing one and wounding six. They lost ten killed, 20 wounded. We captured 40 horses. In all the fighting in North Missouri, we have lost 1 killed 20 wounded. You will see it in the papers.

Mary started this morning to Illinois. I sent her to Jacksonville. There were 5 ladies going there. If I had money I would have sent her home to Clearfield. I will be compelled to stay and see it out. I started Mary with barely enough to pay her fare there (Illinois). I have to borrow & pay a dollar a week for it. She is amongst strangers where she is. I must get her home somehow. I will try and get out of these rebels what I have lost by them. I have a company of 100 men as true as ever mounted a horse. We will be mustered into service as soon as we can equip. I have not time to write a long letter. I have just come in from a scout & am nervous. You said you could send me a draft. Yours truly, Josiah Baird”


Civil War Letters

Letter 1

Benton Barracks, St Louis, Mo.
September 21, 1861

Dear Brother,

I take the present opportunity of writing you a few lines in a hurry.  I am ordered to get my command ready for an hours notice.  Where I am going, I do not know.  I have been appointed Captain, commanding the first squadron in the regiment.

Lewis Merrill, 1855 West Point graduate.

Our Col. is a splendid officer. He was a graduate of West Point and since that time has been in service of the United States for 12 years. His name is Lewis Merrill—was born in Union Co. Pa.  His father was a lawyer and practiced in Bellefonte a number of years ago. You will know our regiment by the name of Merrill’s Horse. It is an independent regiment. If you look at the papers you will probably hear from us. Mrs Baird is in Jacksonville, Ill. I wish she was at home. I will have to wait till I get a payment from the government. My wage is $143 per month.

I had a letter from Robert yesterday. I was surprised to see him in service. We are all needed and more too.  Missouri is all in the hands of secessionists but St Louis & Jefferson City. Write often. Direct to Josiah Baird, Captain Co. D, Regt. Merrill’s Horse, St. Louis, Mo.

I will have my letters forwarded from St Louis.  Give my love to Father and all the friends.


Letter 2

Camp Merrill
Jefferson City, Mo.
October 8, 1861

Dear Brother:  I received your kind letter yesterday. It found me well. I have not time to write you a long letter. I am just waiting for transportation. My squadron is sent on detached services. I am going up the south side of the Osage River. I cross at Osage Bluff and proceed to St. Thomas. From there Barnett Station [and] from there Iberia, Tuscumbia (both in Miller Co.) & cross the river. Then to Stone House. From there to Syracuse (Morgan Co.) on the Pacific R.R. and rejoin the regiment. I expect to get into a fight before I join the regiment. I have 130 men. At Iberia there is from three to six hundred secessionists. I feel confident of routing them. I will let you hear from me on this event. It will take me two weeks to make the trip. I have a team of ten wagons with me.  If I have to lose, I will destroy my wagons. We had a stampede with our horses last Thursday. We lost 50 and 4 or 5 men hurt badly.

I appreciate your advice and will try to live up to it if it is in my power.  Give my love to father, your lady & all the balance of the friends. Your affectionate Brother,– Josiah

Direct to Capt. Baird, Co D., Merrill’s Horse, St Louis, Mo.


Letter 3

Camp McKinstry
Springfield, Missouri
November 7, 1861

Dear Brother,

I take pleasure in writing you a few lines to let you know how we are getting along in Missouri. We expected to fight in this place when we came in.  When we got here, the enemy was fifty miles off. When we got to Quincy [Hickory Co.], 80 miles north of this, we was met by a messenger stating that Price was advancing on Springfield [Mo.] with 50,000 men. Fremont was there with 15,000. We marched 80 miles without halting. When we got in, the report was “the enemy’s pickets was within 10 miles, still advancing.” I told our Colonel I would bet him any amount they were not within fifty. The General was going to have me arrested for disputing his word. I told him I still stuck to what I said. He said he had reliable information that there was an advance of five thousand of the enemy at the old battle grounds (that is where Gen. Lyons was killed). We marched down and made a reconnaissance for five miles around but saw no enemy. The night before we got there, there had been four hundred passed through but did not stop.

Fremont has been superseded. What movement Hunter will make, I don’t know. I hope we will pursue the enemy into Arkansas and make them fight. We have got an army now that can clean them out so that they cannot organize in Missouri again. A soldier sees some pretty hard times but takes in consideration the cause. We stand it without grumbling. For my own part, I have fared very well. I have had good health. It rather got me to ride 80 miles without getting out of the saddle but [when I] think of poor regiments of infantry marching the same on foot, carrying a musket & knapsack & blankets, I can’t say a word. There is 40,000 troops at this place and 140 pieces of artillery.

Mary is in Clearfield.  Give my love to all the friends. Write often. Direct to Capt. Baird, Merrill’s Horse, St. Thomas [Cole Co., Mo.]. The battleground at Wilson Creek is four miles long. A great many ladies & nurses are there yet. From your Brother, — Josiah


Letter 4

Camp near Sedalia, Missouri
December 28, 1861

Dear Brother,

I take the present opportunity of addressing you a few lines which leaves me in good health. I have stood the campaign so far very well. I have marched 1400 miles in this and has not lost one day. I wrote to Wm. about ten days ago. In that I stated I was ordered. We have had a glorious victory. We went in three divisions. I was sent in command on the extreme southern or left on the Clinton [Henry Co.] and Osceola [St Clair Co.] roads with two companies. Gen. Royce took the center with 8,000 strong. Col. Brim took the right. The main body went into camp on the road from Warrensburg [Johnson Co.] to Clinton, about twelve miles from the latter and 8 from the former place. My orders were to march through Clinton and back through, go into camp and wait for orders.

I got within four miles of Clinton. I met one of our spies. He told me there was four hundred of Price’s men in town. He told me not to attack with 100 men (that was all I had). I told him I had orders from my commanding officer to march through and I always obeyed orders. I attacked from two sides. I led the main force of 75 men. When I got fairly in town I saw the rebels was formed ready to redan me. When I got within six hundred yards, I gave the order, “Charge!” My men obeyed in the most perfect order and under the most deafening cheers that was ever uttered by the same number of men. The gallant Rebels stood until we got within three hundred yards when they broke & ran without firing a gun. We killed two, wounded several, and took some prisoners.

Their horses was fresh. They could beat us running. By the time I got my men together again it was dark. I heard of some fifty wagons that passed one hour before. I came in going to Price’s army. We started after them. We had not gone over four miles until we saw a camp light off to our right. I sent two dismounted men to reconnoiter the camp. They came back & reported five hundred strong. They said the men were eating supper. My men was all anxious to attack. I concluded if we could not whip them, we could beat them running. We had to charge ¾ of a mile. They discovered us when at that distance. When we came into their camp they had all fled. They didn’t take time to take their arms. They mounted their horses without saddling and took to the woods.  My men ate their supper.

We got four wagons with the mules all harnessed, tents, fifty stands of arms besides cavalry equipment for about the same, ten kegs of powder, thirty [ ], four trunks belonging to officers, in fact, everything they had but their horses. I then moved back twelve miles and stood to horse all night. The next morning I received orders to march on the main body which I did. If I had not received the orders I would have camped the next night in Price’s camp. I was within six miles of him. We moved back twelve miles the night we took their camp. He is now marching for Arkansas. The next night after I joined the main body of our command we attack another of Price’s camps, 1500 strong. We sent in four companies of cavalry. My company was kept back on the reserve. They had a pretty sharp fight—seventeen wounded on our side. They had forty killed and seven wounded. We took 1400 prisoners, 1,000 stands of arms, sixty wagons, 1200 horses & mules. We sent them all to St Louis. I lay half a mile from the fight and was not ordered up at all. Lieut. Kelly, Lieut. Jordon & Lieut. Emory of the Regular first cavalry was the ones that was in the fight, but they got no credit from it. Gen. Royce got the credit and was eight miles off. He also got the credit I should have had at Clinton & Osceola. We have taken in all in the last two weeks 2000 prisoners.Give my love to Hannah & Father & all the friends. — Yours, Josiah


Letter 5

Camp Marshall
Sedalia, Missouri
January 28, 1862

Dear Brother,

I am laying in camp today trying to keep dry, but it is as much as a bargain. We are having a very wet time—mud knee deep and upwards. This the first wet time we have had since I came in the army. I am trying very hard to get a furlough for thirty days to get clear of the mud. If I accomplish it, I will be to see you. We have run the Rebels across the Osage River and I don’t think they will get back this winter. The river is rising very fast. They will all starve if they leave the state. I was in another little fight since Silver Creek but it didn’t amount to anything. No person hurt on either side. They surrendered without firing a gun. Secession is very nearly played out in Missouri. We will go south in five or six weeks to Memphis. Our Regiment has been applied for from different places—Washington, Virginia, Kentucky and Cairo. I think we will go down the Mississippi. I wish I could send my horse to you to recruit for me. I have rode him 2,000 miles in four months and he is not four years old yet. If I can get him some place to recruit till spring, he would stand the service next summer. I have three of them, all full blood. Two I got on the battlefield of Silver Creek, a black mare and a saddle I got with her. I was offered three hundred dollars for her. I intend to send her to Gardner Thompson in the spring to raise me a colt. There was five hundred contraband horses sold here last week from one to fifteen dollars. If I had been layed off I would have spent the last dollar in horses, sent them to Illinois and give one half for keeping them after then doubling my money. There is plenty of horses and guns here now. I have four hundred dollar shot guns. I intend to have one apiece for all my friends by Spring. There is nothing new in the Department of the West.

Give my love to Father, Hannah & the children, Wm’s family, &c. Yours truly, –Josiah Direct to Capt Baird, Co. D, Merrill’s Horse, In the field, St. Louis, Mo.

This young man was a member of the 2nd Missouri Cavalry, Merrill’s Horse. He’s wearing a cavalry shell jacket with the standard tape job as well as the extra “horse head” piping you also see on jackets worn by troopers in some of the low-numbered Ohio cavalry regiments, including the 1st Ohio Cavalry. Probably the most visible piping is on the cuff (yellow appears dark in hard images). His forage cap—specified by Merrill—was a sky blue color with a strip of orange welt around the circumference of the crown. (Dan Binder Collection)

Death of Capt. Josiah W. Baird

Capt. Josiah W. Baird, a townsman of Clearfield Pa. and Commander of Company D of Merrill’s Horse was slain on Sat, Sept 6, 1862 in an engagement with a guerrilla band near  Glasgow Mo. [Howard Co.]. 1 Mrs. Baird who was on a visit to her husband, accompanied by Dr. R. W. Landis, Chaplain of the Regiment, and the body of the captain returned to her home Friday evening. The community was taken by surprise as no notice of the disaster had reached it (the telegram which had been sent announcing the fact having failed to arrive, and only a short time before letters had been received here from Capt. Baird himself.

The facts of his death appear to have been these. Word was brought to the camp at Glasgow on Saturday morning that a guerrilla band was lurking in the brush some 8 or 10 miles north of Glasgow and Capt. Baird and a portion of his command were detailed along with some of the State Militia to proceed against them. Having reached the place, the advance was fired into by the enemy and Capt. Baird, having ordered his men to dismount, advanced at their head into the brush where the guerrillas were concealed. In the first charge of the enemy upon his advance, Capt. Baird fell mortally wounded. The femoral artery having been severed, he survived but a few moments. As he sank down, however, he discharged his revolver twice at the foe who were now in sight and animated his men to the charge. The guerrillas were entirely cut up and defeated and the man who shot Capt. Baird fell pierced by four balls.

The captain was greatly beloved by his men and highly esteemed by the officers of the regiment. No braver man or patriot has fallen in this war. He was born Aug 3, 1826. The obsequies were attended on Saturday. The whole community for miles around appeared to be present and the funeral was the largest ever seen in this place. A detail of military and the band accompanied the body to the church and then to the grave and it seemed to us that nothing could excel the exquisitely fine performance of the band on the occasion. The Rev. John M. Galloway, Pastor of the Presbyterian Church, assisted by Dr Landis conducted the services.

Headquarters, Reg’t Merrill’s Horse.
Macon City, Mo. Oct 19th 1862

1 CIVIL WAR INCIDENTS IN HOWARD COUNTY, PART I: 1861-1863 Compiled by William Lay

“One battle was fought on September 6, 1862, on the old Fristoe farm about four miles northwest of Armstrong. Fourteen rebels were on their way from Macon to join Price’s army. They were attempting to miss Glasgow, but someone reported them to the Federal soldiers stationed there. The rebels stopped at the old Fristoe home and went to the woods for dinner. While two of the group were gone to the well for water the Federal soldiers charged on to the other soldiers from out of a cornfield. The rebel captain offered to surrender but Captain Beard [Capt. J. W. Baird] of the Federals said. ‘We take no prisoners.’ The group from Glasgow included 40 Federals under Beard and about 40 of the state militia under Morgan. When Beard ordered the charge the rebel leader said for each to care for himself. All ran for cover except two who stood their ground. The name of one of these men was George Teeters [from Randolph County and only 17 years old at the time]. The Federals started firing and shots flew thick and fast for a few minutes. The rebel who stood with Teeters wounded Captain Beard and then the two gave up. The Federals fatally wounded Teeters and would have shot his companion if Morgan had not refused to do so. The Federals also captured the two men who had gone to the well. Beard was taken to the Fristoe house, where he soon died. Teeters body was not touched until permission was obtained from Glasgow to bury him. With $40 obtained from his pockets and some money that they contributed, the neighbors bought a suit of clothes and a casket and buried him. When the battle site was examined soon afterwards many shots were discovered high up in the trees on the opposite bank of the small creek. Many thought these shots were fired by Morgan’s men, many of whom were really southern sympathizers forced to fight in the state militia.” (Article by William A. Markland in the Bicentennial Boonslick History, Boonslick Historical Society, 1976, p. 96)

1864: James B. Simpson to James Markland

The following letter was written by James B. Simpson (1832-1908) of Co. B, 114th Pennsylvania Infantry. James was working as an upholsterer in Philadelphia when he volunteered as a corporal in August 1862 and mustered out in May 1865 as a 1st Sergeant. In 1892 he lived in Medford, Massachusetts. He died following “an attack of epilepsy” as he was “assisting in the decoration of a soldier’s monument in Oak Grove cemetery.”

[Note: The following letter is from the private collection of Greg Herr and was offered for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent. I did not correct the spelling or add punctuation to this letter.]

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Addressed to James Markland, No. 237 South Street Philadelphia Penn

Head Quarters Army Potomac
June 8th [1864]

Friend Markland,

Here i am once more with my Regiment i arived here on the 4th of this month after three weeks scouting through Virginna on the third of this month our Brigade supported the right of Burnsides Corps on the extream right of the Army Lee was trying to turn our right flank but did not succeed we did not get under a very heavy fire Lee finding our right to strong for him abandoned the attemp to turn it we held our line of battle untill noon next day when we pack up and started for our regiment got here in the afternoon the boys ware all glad to see us we are doing guard duty at Gen. Meads head quarters

[The] talk [of] Burnsides nigers fighting is all nonsense they have not been under fire yet and i don’t think Grant will put them in a fight you have not heird tell of any of them being wounded have you. their has been some of the hardest kind of fighting sence this campaign comenced the first two days fighting of Jonneys got the best of us but after that it was all up with them the seige of Richmond is a bout comenced head quarters is about 12 miles from Richmond the rebs have a very strong posision but i think Grant will make kite out.

give my respects to all my old friends i am in bully health and i hope you are the same i remain your friend J. B. Simpson

1863: Gabriel Theodore Harrower to Helen (Parkhurst) Harrower

Gabriel Theodore Harrower (1816-1895) wrote the following letter while serving as the Colonel of the 161st New York Infantry, fighting in the Department of the Gulf, and taking part in the Siege of Port Hudson. Gabriel was a native of Chenango county, the son of Benjamin Harrower (1791-1861) and Dinah Mersereau (1794-1869). He came to Lindley with his parents as a small child, attended schools there, and as he grew older became an active member of the Free Soil Party and later the Republican Party. He was sheriff of Steuben county in the early 1850s and Supervisor of the town of Lindley. In 1859, he married Helen (“Nellie”) Parkhurst and had several children. After the war he became a member of the NY State Senate.

[Note: This letter is from the personal collection of Greg Herr who offered it for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent.]

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Headquarters 161st Regt. N. Y. V.
Store Plain 2.5 miles from Port Hudson
May 22nd 1863

My dear Nell,

I received your letter last night at this place which was the scene of our first battle. We moved from our old encampment yesterday morning on this plain with about 5,000 men and three batteries of artillery. Suddenly we encountered the enemy strongly posted with artillery commanding the road. The battle began about 9 a.m. by a furious cannonade. Almost the first fire, a shell burst right over my head and the fragments flew in every direction, fortunately hitting no one. I was ordered to bring up my regiment to the front to support our batteries which occupied the road. We lay there for two long hours with shells and grape shot falling among and around us like hailstones but we could not fire a gun as we were too far off to effect anything with rifles. It was a grand and awful sight and sound, easier imagined than described. It was one continuous crash. Shrieking of shells mingled with crashing of trees.

Col. William R. Miles commanded Mile’s Legion

At last the enemy gave way and retired to a second position and the battery moved up with my regiment deployed on its right to support it and soon occupied the first position of the enemy. We had scarcely got into position when they opened upon us again with renewed energy. We lay flat on the ground and as silent spectators viewed the artillery duel—for the second time. After about an hour, the celebrated Legion of Miles 1 came out of the woods where they had been concealed and attacked three regiments on the left of where we were with great fury. Then the roar of musketry begun and raged with great fury for an hour when the 48th Massachusetts broke and fled. New York then come to the rescue. The 116th charged with the bayonet in gallant style and the Rebels broke and fled and the battle was won. And we weren’t without much to eat and no drink but swamp water. We laid ourselves down and slept on the field with arms by our side ready for the attack. I kept my faithful horse all saddled under the same tree where I slept.

Today reinforcements have come and all is quiet. Our regiment had none killed. Total killed and wounded about 150. The Rebel loss much heavier. Your letter came before I had got off my horse. I opened it and found Kittie’s hair and shed a [tear] of joy and thankfulness.

The General rode up to our regiment and paid us all a handsome compliment. Said he, never saw Regulars behave better, and was proud to know that he had such troops. I was much gratified at his remarks and was too full to make any response. Port Hudson will soon fall and I don’t believe they can give us much of a battle. So many troops are coming to our assistance. I cannot give you a particular description today but will the first opportunity.

I am well and in god spirits. The Doctor stood it pretty well. I don’t get all your letters. I can’t hear from my Mother. Won’t you write me about her. I am sorry Ross is so poorly and can but hope he will get better as the weather gets warm. Remember me to all. Tell Ritter Pa has got that pretty curl and carries it near his heart. You say Sue is better. I did not know she was sick before. Remember me in love to the children. Tell Mr. Lumpkin I will write him soon. I must close. Goodbye my dear wife. I will write soon again. Good night. Believe me as ever your faithful husband. — G. T. Harrower


1 Miles’ Legion was  a Confederate unit during the American Civil War, formed in 1862 in Louisiana under Colonel William R. Miles. It was a combined cavalry and infantry force that fought at the Battle of Plains Store and the Siege of Port Hudson, which was its last major engagement. The infantry battalion was captured at Port Hudson and did not reorganize, while the cavalry component continued to fight until disbanding in the spring of 1865. 

1861: John I. McCook & Mountford Samuel Stokely to folks at home

Following are two July 1861 letters written by members of Co. A, 1st Regiment Virginia Infantry (3 Months). The first letter was written by John I. McCook and the second letter was by Capt. Mountford Samuel Stokely (1836-1902), both residents of Steubenville, Jefferson county, Ohio. Mountford (or “Mont”) was an 1857 graduate of Marietta College. In 1860 he was working as a lawyer in Steubenville. John I. McCook (b. 1843) was the son of Brigadier General George Wythe McCook (1821-1877), an attorney in Steubenville just prior to the Civil War.

These letters were written a month after the Battle of Philippi in which the Federal forces under General Kelley had routed the Confederates in the first land battle of the war.

Letter 1

Addressed to Mrs. William R. Lloyd, Steubenville, Ohio

[Editor’s note: This letter was written by John I. McCook]

Philippi [Virginia]
July 1st 1861

To our friends and the public generally:

Being compelled by stern necessity to board ourselves and finding sutlery impossible to obtain the necessaries much less the luxuries of life in this uncivilized and benighted corner of the world, and placing implicit confidence in the generosity of our friends, therefore, unanimously

Resolved. That our pitiable condition should excite the sympathies of all good people everywhere.

Resolved. That Flitch and short cake will do for fifty or sixty meals but as articles of steady diet, won’t do so well.

Resolved. That coffee is not fit to drink without sugar and sugar is not good to eat without coffee.

Resolved. That it is a shame that strawberry and blackberry season should pass away without our enjoying any of its fruits.

Resolved. That although we are soldiers, we have not quite forgotten how to eat fresh fruit and vegetables.

Resolved. That as our friends know better than we do what would be most agreeable to us, we leave the whole matter to them, merely giving them in addition to the above hints.

Table of our wants.

Boiled tongue—half dozen.
Boiled hams—1 dozen
Unboiled ham—2 dozen
Dried beef—unlimited

Vegetables

Potatoes—1 bushel
Onions—half peck
Peas—1 peck
Beans—half peck
Dried peaches—ad lib.

Can Fruits & Vegetables—All kinds
Coffee—Cummin’s browned & ground—lots

Extras (not on the Bill of Fare)
Tobacco (meanest quality smoking) for Orth
Segars—Tobies for company

Can’t think if anything else at present. Put your heads together and see if you can’t. Small favors thankfully received. Large ones in proportion. Would ask for more but modesty forbids.

Address to Capt. M. S. Stokely, care of Thos. Singleton, Grafton, Virginia

Additional

P. S. — Latest from the seat of war.
1 coffee pot
1 frying pan
1 tin sauce pan
4 tin plates
4 tin cups
4 knives and forks
4 tin spoons (large)

P. S. S. — Still later

A large amount of postage stamps. Won’t write unless you send them. Reason why. Can’t get them here.
1 Barlow knife.

Signed, John I. McCook, Mont. S. Stokely, G. H. Orth (his mark)

Very latest—More tobacco for Orth


Letter 2

[Editor’s note: This letter was written by Mountford S. Stokely]

Camp near Philippi
July 4, 1861

My dear sister,

Your most welcome letter has been received some days ago and should have been answered before this. I have taken my pencil and paper with a secession atlas—a trophy of Philippi—and stolen away from camp up into a pleasant grove to reply now. This is our glorious Fourth of July and as for me, I wish no better way of celebrating it, or rather, of enjoying than by writing to you. How strange it us that for the last eight Fourths of July I have been absent from home, making nine years since I spent one in Steubenville. Perhaps the last two were spent the most pleasant of any. This one would have excelled them all if only you and our Lieutenant’s sisters could have come out and spent it with us.

When I received your letter on Saturday speaking about your visiting us, I became very anxious to have you do so and walked out into the country two miles to find a place where you could be pleasantly kept over night. I found a neat farm house where they said they would be glad to have you stay. You write as if you were in Grafton but we are 16 miles from there. Still we do have one hack with real springs to it running daily between there and here. Besides, I could have gone over to Grafton for you with the greatest of pleasure. Indeed, I was on the point of getting a pass for you and five or six others from General Morris and writing for you all to come and spend the 4th of July with us, when our Col. [Henry B.] Hubbard told me we would likely march before then. Still I did not like to give it up and went to find the wagon master who has charge of all our transportation, and with whom I have managed to make good friends. He told me confidentially—for all our movements are kept secret—that he had orders to have teams ready to move the entire brigade in 24 hours. This made me think we really were going and I reluctantly gave up the idea of the visit. How very pleasant it might have been for here we are now this bright day without any more symptoms of moving than there was a week ago, and you all might have been here as well as not.

Yesterday, tis true, we had quite another alarm. Volley after volley was heard at one end of the camp and of course we were soon all under arms, 5000. The ammunition distributed, muskets loaded & bayonets fixed, ready for the onslaught, but nobody came. T’was only practicing firing of two or three companies that made all the hubbub.

I suppose you begin to think we have nothing but constant alarms, but this is the only one since writing to you last.

Col. Robert McCook of Cincinnati passed through here the other day with his Dutch regiment. He is the only American in it and I guess he wishes he was out. He has encamped six miles off. The fires of his camp can be seen at night above the treetops although nothing else.

John McCook, our Lieutenant, was put on McClellan’s staff as assistant quartermaster which he might have held for three years at a good salary. I was just beginning to say “How lucky the McCooks all are,” when back John came to our company, having resigned his quartermastership in disgust.

I was not at all surprised at your letter as well as the papers noticing the great difference in the commands of the regular and of the volunteer officers at the Battle of Vienna. The volunteer General Order to “Rally for Ohio” was as characteristic as McCook’s to “Rally to the Reserve.” There is indeed the greatest difference in even the tones. In vain do the volunteer officers attempt to imitate the West Point sounds, “They can’t do it.” It sounds like the parrot and everyone detects it at once.

We have been very unfortunate in the loss of Col. [Benjamin Franklin] Kelley and still more so in the election of our Lieut. Colonel. Of course I voted with my eyes blindfolded for I never heard of the man and voted for him only because there was but two candidates. One was a captain in our regiment whom I knew to be a fool and this man [Henry Baldwin] Hubbard. I had never seen and thought it would be better to take the chances of a stranger. Our choice was, however, quite unfortunate. I find since he has come out that he is entirely ignorant of even the words of command, and the only recommendation I can discover he ever had is that he was a captain of a fire company either in Wheeling or Wellsburg. And indeed belongs to that class of men. If they have none better in all Western Virginia, I think they had better import from other states. I would rather be under Capt. Webster or John H. Trainer. None of our officers have the least confidences in his knowledge or rather ignorance of all military tactics and each one of us will try to take care of ourselves and company if we get into an engagement, There is perhaps one remedy I thought of yesterday. That ism as Col. Kelley has been promoted to General of a brigade, to elect another Colonel which will take the authority out of the Lieutenant Colonel’s hands, you know.

I suppose that we did not receive our tents till last week. Till then the men and officers of the 1st Virginia Regiment had to sleep wherever they could get, most of them lying in huts built of boughs of the trees. So long as the weather was good, it did well enough. But 24 hours rain one day made all the boys sick and they swore they would stand it no longer. Our tents came that night or else there would have been a regular stampede, like that of Sickles Brigade in New York. The tents and pleasant weather have made the boys quite well again and cheerful.

I intend paying you a visit as soon as there is no prospect of an engagement. I have been writing here on a big rock in the woods undisturbed for two hours and must go down into camp to see how they are keeping the Fourth. Give my love to all, both little Monty and Willie. Tell Willie I will bring him the hobby horse Grandpa promised. Perhaps you have see McCook’s letter. We were troubled so much by our friends asking what they should send that we gave play to any imaginations. Your affectionate brother, — M. S. Stokely

1864-65: Josiah S. Bevington to Jacob Durstine

Following are five Civil War letters by Josiah S. Bevington (1844-1885) who enlisted at the age of 18 in August 1862 to serve as a private in Co. A, 102nd Ohio Volunteer Infantry (OVI). He mustered out with his company at war’s end. Josiah was the son of Reason W. Bevington (1817-1887) and Ruth A. Coil (1818-1893). After his service, Josiah married Catharine A. Mumaw in October 1866 and lived in Berlin, Holmes county, Ohio. Josiah was killed in a railroad accident at west Freedom, Ohio in January 1885 when he was 40 years old.

Letter 1

Addressed to Jacob Durstine, Esq., Frease’s Store, Stark county, Ohio

Decatur [Alabama]
June 25th 1864

Jacob Dustine, Esq.,

Worthy sir, your letter of April 10th just came to hand last eve and as it has been so long delayed, I will answer immediately and in part make up for the season of silence. However, if I had received it sooner, I should have answered sooner but as it is, it must remain. The reason for the delay in my receiving it was because of its being directed to the regiment and they have been moving about considerable and their mail did not reach them, But as it happened, our regimental mail came to the P.O. at this place andone of the boys looked over it to see if there were any for us and found mine. Otherwise I would not have received it for some time longer. But to something important interesting.

Gen. R[obert] S[eaman] Granger has been relieved from command of Nashville and assigned to command of the “District of Northern Alabama” including the garrisons on the railroad from Nashville to Decatur, Huntsville, and Stevenson, and all troops on the Tennessee River up to Stevenson. Our Brigade is scattered along the river guarding points of crossing and our regiment is stationed in the river near Stevenson with headquarters at Bellefonte. However, the Battalion is divided into two parts and Co. A is among those who are at a place named Carpenter’s Ferry. Captain Huston is now our Major and our former 1st Lieutenant John Castor will be our Captain. This will be the act to suit most of our company for he is an officer and man and worthy of men such as Co. A can present. Though untried, they are efficient and willing for anything we may be called to perform.

I am sorry that such a heavy guard was required to keep us on the cars when we passed through Wooster as it may tend to lower us in the estimation of our friends, However, we will trust to their just judgement and respecfully inform them that we are still in the Cumberland Dept and in the fair old state of Alabama, and on the bank of the lovely Tennessee with no prospect of being obliged to go to Richmond as we think U. S. Grant and George Meade have men brave enough to do the deed required in their Department. We are needed here if tis but to guard ground that others have fought over.

Since commencing this, I received letters from the company and the boys inform me they are well and enjoy themselves in the best possible manner. However, not so well as this time last summer. We were then at Clarksville but since that time we have seen no such place and I presume will not again ere our term of enlistment has expired.

I will give you an idea of our position in Alabama. We have Headquarters at Decatur, which town (if so it may be called) is situated on the south bank of the Tennessee river and on the Memphis & Charleston Railroad and one and one-half miles from the junction of the above named and Nashville, Huntsville, and Stevenson Railroad. The town has been a nice one but is now sadly torn sand demoralized, there being but one family of white citizens in the place. As a military point, ’tis a strong and important one and garrisoned by about 4,000 infantry, some artillery, and a considerable amount of cavalry. Our Brigade of Cavalry is now on their way to this place.

Our Headquarters are in a most splendid brick mansion and we may be content though tis a lonely town on account of no business but military. We may have nicer ere long—at least tis thought so. I return my thanks for your well wishes and trust you may fare as well accordingly as I have done some some time. Tis true, I have been lucky so far, but how long it may continue, I know not. I am willing to submit to orders, be what they may and calle me where they may. For that I am a soldier.

The regiment [9th Ohio Cavalry] to which Russel Graham and Franklin Shallenberger belong is stationed here and I now see them almost daily. They are in good health and spirits. I saw and talked to them this morn and they told me to tender their respects to all who may accept from soldiers. All they can do is this—’tis the duty of all their friends to accept and remember them. They informed me there was some of Mr.Bendure’s (of Wayne county) boys in that regiment. One named William. No doubt you know them. They too are in good health. I think I shall endeavor to see them when at leisure.

Since my last letter to you, things have assumed a much better aspect in so far as our armies are concerned and I trust the time is not far distant when war shall have ceased and peace returned to our Nation. What joy such an occurrence would bring. T’would be almost inexpressible. But now since “Abraham and Andrew” are on the track for the White House, support them for “Abe” is tried and true, and Andy is none the Rebel though in a Rebel state.

But tis time for dinner and I must close or I will not get this in the mail today. I am still in good health and pleased to know that yourself and family are well but since tis so long since you have written, perhaps disease has overtaken you. I am glad to hear that the boys are willing to do something for their country for if they cannot come to the Army and practice shooting for themselves, they will educate and prepare for teaching the “young ideas how to shoot.” I this morning received a “programme” of a concert that was announced as pending, but I presume tis over ere this time. Just ask yourself how you would liked to have been there providing you had been in my circumstances for the same length of time and you can form of a faint idea of how I should like to have attended.

I will endeavor to answer Rachel’s note and enclose it in this. Should she not yet be with you, please send it to her and oblige. I must now close. Please answer soon and direct, “Headquarters Dist. Northern Alabama”, Decatur, Alabama” Tender my respects to friends and accept the same for yourself and family. Very respectfully your friend, — J. S. Bevington


Letter 2

Decatur, [Alabama]
July 31st, 1864

Jacob Durstine, Esq.

Kind Sir, your letter of the 10th just came to hand almost three weeks ago but for varied unaccountable reasons I have delayed answering. But tis no use to talk of that more for I doubt not you at once conclude that you know the reason and that it is nothing short of neglect. If so, I admit that you are right for almost anyone can find time to write a letter if they really desire to do so. But trusting you will pardon my long delay, I will cease apologies and excuses and endeavor to write of something more interesting.

The letter enclosed for Russel Graham I was unable to get to him as his regiment [9th Ohio Cavalry] was taken with Maj. Gen. Rousseau on the celebrated raid across Dixie. I will send it to the regiment and I presume he will get it. If you wish to write him and have not his address, I think I can give it to you so that he will receive any letter that you may send. Direct to Co. C, 9th O. V. C. via Decatur, Alabama. By directing to the company and regiment by way of some point at which you know the regiment to have been, a letter will reach almost any regiment in our army. When last I saw Russel and Frank, they were in good health and they informed me they liked the cavalry service very well. I did not see Beidler’s boys as I thought I would. I am sorry that I did not as the Boys tell me they looked almost like their Aunt Mary and if they were as bold as she, they would make first class soldiers. And what is more, they might have been pleased to see an Old Associate of so near a relative as their “Aunt Mollie B.”

Just now there is every appearance of a heavy rain in a short time and as I am seated by the open window, a beautiful breeze gently fans me so that tis very pleasant when compared with the usual temperature of the atmosphere here. Thunder is rolling very loudly and the clouds are growing darker so I presume we will have a cooling shower in a very few moments. ‘Tis somewhat warmer in this country than in Ohio but there has been plenty of rain here during the entire summer. There is all kinds of fruit in this country in abundance, and the citizens say their crops were never better. The country between here and Nashville is covered with most beautiful corn and cotton and a short distance from our lines at this place there can be almost anything eatable procured. But as citizens dare not come in and we dare not go out, their produce does us but little good. The only way we have of procuring vegetables is to go to the picket lines and trade our rations of sugar and coffee and sometimes beans and rice to a few citizens who bring produce there daily. This is an uncertain way and restricted very much as regulations do not permit trade with an enemy. But an old soldier that does not know how to work the “regulations” and fool his officers will never fare well in the U. S. Service in Dixie.

Peaches are almost ripe and blackberries are all [ ]. Down at Bellefonte the country is full of produce and the 102nd fares well. Oh well, the 102nd OVI don’t care if we don’t fight so we have a good country to stop in while we are doing duty. One more year.

There is but little transpiring around here just at present. Squads of Rebels hover near our lines but not in sufficient numbers to fight. Our scouts sent out daily meet some still but they will not stand. However, a few days ago a Scout consisting of several hundred infantry, two pieces of artillery, and some cavalry met with a Rebel force ten miles out and had considerable of a fightm they say, but I could not see any of the results but one man was killed of the 18th Michigan infantry and some of the 17th New York Volunteers and 32nd Wisconsin.

The force at this place consists of about four thousand infantry and two regiments of cavalry, Also three batteries, Our Brigade is still stationed on the river and I doubt not will remain there for some time to come. Our regiment [is] at Bellefonte. I see some of the Boys frequently as they bring deserters and prisoners up, A heartier set of men I am sure you never saw—just dark enough to shun the “Tan” and to be of good color and they are sound on Abe & Andy.

There is scarce any sickness in our regiment, I am told, and ’tis true though remarkable. Co. A has never discharged a man nor has there been more than one death in the company for over one year. We received six recruits ands I presume now have 93 men for duty. The Brass Band of our regiment is grown to be a splendid one and they are now getting silver instruments throughout. If possible, I intend to visit the company in a short time and I think I will enjoy it for the company seems like home to a soldier—at least I enjoy myself well when with it.

‘Tis almost two years for us in the service and we expect to remain the full extent of our enlistment. I have an idea that volunteer veterans will have the pleasure and profits of their enlistment, but t’will take their three years to see it.

I am pleased to know that the concert proved so interesting and I presume the young folks enjoyed themselves, at least I trust I may be permitted to have the same opportunities at some time, and if I do not enjoy them, t’will be my own fault as it is theirs if they do not enjoy themselves. Your Sabbath School and Singing Society are both no doubt pleasant and interesting and I trust they will be successful in doing much good. I presume the “New Book” will suffer if there is any good music in it and I doubt not your Female employee will be one of the most vigorous in the attack and perhaps the most victories in the conflict.

Oh! Rachel is a gay girl, to use the soldier style. I doubt not Rach is just as happy without a “Beau” as with one for she is well off as any. Some have lovers in the army but then they are so demoralized and some have them at home, but they are so cowardly. So they are of little consequence. The best way will be for them to wait until the soldiers return and then choose from the party entire. (If they can do so.) I am not enjoying the harvest so well as two years ago but am doing the best I can. Am still in the office and enjoying good heath. It has been raining for some time and still continues. ‘Tis almost dark and I must close. Franklin’s respects are accepted and in return my own are tendered to all. Mrs. Durstine, please inform me of the name of the new member of your family. Write soon as convenient. Your friend as ever, — J. S. Bevington


Letter 3

Headquarters District Northern Alabama
Decatur
September 19, 1864

Mr. Jack Durstine,

Kind sir, after a long silence I again attempt to communicate to you in some manner something in answer to your last letter. I would have answered sooner had circumstances permitted but Gen. Wheeler with his forces is a circumstance that is very apt to prevent communication where he takes a stand and I presume you are aware that we of this District have been troubled considerable of late by the operations of Wheeler & Roddy upon our line of railroad. However, we are content to know that in their operations they lost their noted chieftain John Morgan and by the mistake committed in their coming so far to the our rear and from their main army Atlanta fell into our possession and upon the whole I think they made but little in their raid. True, they caused us some trouble and reduced our rations for a time, but all the injury they done is already repaired and trains come regularly as usual. We were entirely without communication of any kind at this place for several days and as the troops were near all taken from here to go in pursuit of the Rebels, we were left in a pretty peculiar situation. Squads of Rebs would come up and threaten our pickets and then there would be an alarm. At one time they got in rear of our cavalry videttes and cut off the reserve. Several instances of their threats I might mention but they are not worth speaking of. We have any amount of “Johnnies” in this part of Alabama.

The 102nd [Ohio] Regiment was again called to participate in the march after Wheeler but although there was not such hard marching as we had last fall, it was a much longer raid. Our regiment was on the train constantly for two weeks—except one day—and were moved along the road to such points as were threatened. At one point they came up with the enemy and attacked them but as the cavalry did not come up, they were ordered to retire. Co. A had the honor of being the advance company, they being the skirmishers had a slight chance for a short time and fired several rounds, but did no execution that is known of, but had they been allowed to use their discretion Old Wheeler would have become acquainted with the 102nd O. V. I. or they would have been badly cut ip. There was two old regiments just from the front with ours and they praised our Boys awfully for the will they manifested to try the “Johnnies.” As it was afterward ascertained that had the Brigade engaged the enemy, the cavalry would have been there for their support but at the time it was uncertain and without it, our infantry could have done but little.

Wheeler has succeeded in crossing the Tennessee River and it is thought is now operating with “Forrest.” “Roddy” still hovers near our lines but his proximity is not considered dangerous with the present strength of our garrison. Our regiment is now here temporarily and will leave next week for their forever position on the Tennessee River. There is a great amount of sickness among the Boys at present, the principal disease being ague. Sergt. [John] Longenecker is at Athens in hospital with chills and fever, but I am informed he is getting some better. This is a bad country for chills but I have never had any yet. However, the exposure of our regiment accounts for the sickness now in it.

I am still at the old position and know not when I will be relieved nor do I care. Our time is now under one year and the days will pass rapidly until at last our time of enlistment will leave expired. I presume there will be some “gay times” when that time shall come if 3 years volunteers are welcomed back as warmly as 3 months troops are in proportion.

Well, Atlanta has at last fallen and it is proven that the Confederate army can be driven from their strongest positions and can be forced to lay down their arms if we only continue to press them. ‘Tis sheer folly for any one to suppose that the South cannot be conquered for was it not that they are encouraged by the Copperhead Party in the North, they would soon succumb to Federal power and return to their allegiance gladly with or without their slaves. But so long as it remains undecided whether the Peace party shall or shall not rule, so long will they hold out in arms against us.

The Presidential election will decide this matter is a great degree. However, their desperation may impel them to hold out for some time after though Lincoln be elected. But if all goes well, I think Rebellion South & Treason North will receive their doom ‘ere long, and I trust that it may be so. The vote of the army will be unanimous for “Lincoln & Johnson” while he who votes for McClellan on the Peace platform will be hissed and laughed at in this division of the army. A man who is so blind to his own interest and so lost to a sense of duty to country and subject for the Brave Boys that have already fallen in defense of the Union and for the foundation of Freedom as to vote for such measures as the Democrats propose is a fit subject for the ranks of the Democracy and should incur their penalty after death—viz: Damnation forever.

One feature in the movement of the people North at present I oppose and ever will. It is this. Troops are called for to reinforce our armies and instead of men coming voluntarily as they should, every act is resorted to to clear those liable to duty in the army from this call. To this end, recruiting agents are sent here to the South to fill the quotas of states, counties and towns in the North. Refugees from the Southern armies are recruited. Negroes are recruited, and anything that will exempt one man is taken. The duty of a good citizen is to fight for his country when she requires it and if he loves his country and her privileges, he will not barter away the sacred duty of defending her in her dark hour. Therefore I think and say that she who will see that sacred privilege bartered in this manner, and Negroes go as substitutes for white men, and still claim to be loyal and sacrificing is a traitor of deepest dye. I am in favor of Negro troops, but I want them accredited to the General Government and not to states or individuals. Again I ask, is it just, is it showing respect to old soldiers who are serving their three years for $100 bounty to place beside them in the ranks a hireling recruit when so many such enter the service for mere love of the [ ]?

I am sorry to know that such is the case in my own county and town but I look forward to a time when the war will have ceased and I trust that those who are guilty of that which I have stated may receive their punishment. Perhaps you may think me rough, but I speak the sentiments of those with who I am entirely acquainted and if I am too strong for anyone to stand it, they can just inform me. I am willing to serve this term and then, if necessary, another one. But God forbid that ever I should stoop to barter away my birthright—the only thing I have, the privilege of serving my country. I give this freely. Please give to any just as freely who may wish to know the sentiments of an untoried soldier. Please answer soon. Yours very truly, — J. S. Bevington


Letter 4

Huntsville, Alabama

arch 26th 1865

Mr. Jacob Durstine,

Friend, deeming it a duty to write to one who has ever treated me as have yourself and family done, I have determined to assume to the pen a few moments this very pleasant Sabbath eve for the purpose of thanking you for your kind hospitality during my visit to your family while home on furlough as to assure you that I have not forgotten your friends and never shall though obliged to remain far distant by the stern necessity which today separates many very dear friends and render many hearthstones desolate.

I am once more in Dixie and enjoying myself as best I can. Was almost five days on the way, and very much fatigued ere I arrived but I am entirely over it now and feel well as could be desired. Have not visited the regiment since my return but think I shall this week. Am informed the boys are all in good health and good spirits. Hoping that the Spring campaign will almost close the ball.

Several of Co. A have received furloughs among whom is Mr. Oliver Kilgore who [you] will doubtless see at home ere this will have reached you. I understand that Sergt. Longenecker is at home also. Trust he will this time enjoy his furlough. Doubtless our prisoners will be exchanged soon and given furlough. If so, then you will have a considerable number of Co. A among you.

Col. Given is again with the regiment but will assume command of the Brigade soon with Headquarters at this place. The whole of the regiment is now at Decatur with very little prospect of removing soon.

There is some talk of moving our Headquarters to Decatur but I hope they will remain here as we have a splendid building for an office and good apartments for other purposes. The General has his family now in the City and I think perhaps will do nothing more than establish a branch office at Decatur.

We have very pleasant weather here now and all vegetation looks beautiful. Trees are in full bloom and grass springing up rapidly.

The 4th Army Corps has gone from here—it is supposed to guard Bull’s Gap east of Knoxville. Therefore, I did not see the boys of the 19th OVI but have written to Joseph Ash and intend writing to some others.

I presume the concert at the Bethel by the singing choir will soon come off. Am sorry I cannot be there. Trust they will have a fine time and be successful in their endeavors to please the public. I would have been very glad to have seen Prof. Aches but then we cannot always be gratified in our wishes and must be content.

No doubt the friends at home are beginning to think of a probable termination of this fratricidal conflict at an early day—as Sherman is making such rapid progress in the Carolinas and Grant holding Lee secure in Richmond only to come Vicksburg on him. There is some movement on the topic in this department but as the base of operations is so far from us, doubtless you know as much of it as we do. However, I think it will be a Cavalry expedition into Alabama and Mississippi perhaps in direction of Mobile.

But it is growing late and I will close for the present hoping to hear from you soon as convenient. My respects to all your family and yourself. Respectfully your friend, — J. S. Bevington


Letter 5

Huntsville [Alabama]
May 16, 1865

Esteemed sir,

Yours of the 2nd received the 9th inst. and read with pleasure, but I a, sorry that I am again compelled to beg apology for delay. However, think you will accept my poor excuse knowing as you do that the war is over—or—as the boys say, “School’s out” and we intend coming home soon and would suggest that huge preparations be made to receive us.

Well, you of course know by this time where I am and what I am doing, what my sentiments are the manner in which I express them. But I venture to aver that you don’t know what a job it is for me to write a letter with the perspiration dropping from my brow and the gnats keeping me brushing them away almost constantly. But I must stop this or I will detract from the favorable description I have already given of Huntsville. But I must in justice to myself and you assure you that it is some warmer here than is really desirable but as the war is over and Jeff Davis none up, I have concluded to endure a few more days and then—oh! some man will want harvest hands but unless the powers that he can be persuaded that our services are indispensable to a gathering of the grain and in consequence muster us out of the service, I fear their wants wil not be supplied.

But enough of this ridiculous. It appears that our country has at last emerged from the troubled waters of civil strife and are purified by the immersion—however, allow to remark here that you must not infer that I admit the divinity of immersion as the only source whereby the unclean are cleansed—and now stand for to the astonished world to vindicate the doctrines that man is capable of self government and to promulgate the sentence of treason and traitors in the overthrow of rebellion and execution of instigators and perpetrators of the foulest deeds that ever disgraced the history of a civilized nation. Although many have fallen and among them the lamented President by the hand of an assassin, yet we can be thankful that our nation stands today as it does—the cynosure of a civilized world and commanding the respect of all. Monarchies tremble and anarchy vanishes before the irresistible course of Republican freedom. And I trust that the time may hasten when all the nations of Earth will see the inestimable benefits of th freedom which we enjoy and cast from their Ruler’s brows the crown and diadem and cease their hereditary system of government, exchanging therefor the election—choosing from the plebeian class such men as Andrew Johnson who gives leniency to the deluded, but death to the premeditated conspirator against freedom.

Everything is moving favorably as could be desired in this district. Rebs coming daily to surrender. Near all in Col. Johnson surrendered his command to Col. Given last Thursday the 11st. inst. Col. Warren and Patterson have surrendered at Decatur and Gen. Roddy will surrender his command tomorrow or Thursday. All will have capitulated by Saturday.

The 102nd [OVI] still at Decatur. All OK. You have doubtless read of that terrible catastrophe on the Mississippi river [see Sultana Disaster] wherein so many of our regiment were drowned. It is awful to contemplate. Co. A lost 11 men and the entire regiment near 100.

Headquarters District of Northern Alabama are still in good order and all things lovely. But it is very late and I must close hoping to receive a reply at your earliest convenience. Respects to your family and all who may acceptaccept from your friend, — J. S. Bevington

1864: George O. Wheeler to a friend

The following letter was written by George O. Wheeler (1844-1922) of Locust Grove township, Jefferson county, Iowa, a native of Waitsfield, Vermont), who enlisted on 22 December 1863 in Co. G, 5th Iowa Infantry. He was transferred with the veterans to Co. I, 5th Iowa Cavalry when the two regiments were consolidated in the fall of 1864 and mustered out of the regiment in August 1865 at Nashville.

George died 18 March 1922 at Des Moines, Iowa.

First Squad of Co. E, 5th Iowa Cavalry. The verso has an inscription from George Wolf, a member of the company. called. 1864 (Iowa Civil War Images)

T R A N S C R I P T I O N

Camp of the 5th Iowa Cavalry
Near Nashville, Tennessee
[November 1864]

Friend Steven,

It has been quite a while since I wrote to you. We left this place for Louisville the 27th of October. There we drew horses and started back and arrived here last week. We were 13 days on the march, nine of which were very rainy & I was very wet most of the time with plenty of mud spattered over my clothes to make it agreeable. On arriving in camp, I found eleven letters & twenty-six newspapers in the mail line & as a matter of course opened the letters first. I was a little surprised to see yours & Mrs. Stevens’ as I did not hardly expect you would have time to write but the letters were all the more welcome & I was glad to hear from you.

Since my last letter to you, my health has improved & I am once more well. I was weighed while in Louisville & weighed 140 lbs.

We are camped three miles from the city on the railroad leading to Huntsville, Alabama. We are to draw new arms in the morn and will have the saber, Spencer carbine, and no revolvers. The carbine is a seven shooter & I do not want to be troubled with a revolver. After all I have seen of the service, I am not yet sick of it & I would have enlisted in the Navy ere this & informed Mother of my intention of so doing but she begged me not to so hard that I have concluded to wait a while and make her a visit before so doing & explain the matter to her. Then perhaps she will feel better on the subject.

Tell Mr. Martin that I feel a little ashamed of myself for not paying him before I left home last spring but I did not think of it, but will not forget to send it as soon as I am paid which will not be long. It is true it is not much but I always believe in doing as I promise. And besides, a person who has to work for a living wants what is their own. If I could borrow it, I would send it in this letter but the Boys have all spent their money. It is impossible to borrow.

Last eve as we were marching through the streets of Nashville on our way to camp, I heard a person enquiring for Old Co. G, 5th Infantry. On looking around I discovered Wildrous Boll. I stopped & shook hands with him & noticed that he was not looking very well. On enquiring the cause, he informed me that he had been wounded not long since. I was ordered forward and was obliged to leave him with only a few words. I told him I would see him again & I will. Where I stopped the street was very narrow and so crowded that there was barely room to allow of two marching through & my stopping caused all of the column in the rear to wait & the surly Captain ordered me forward. I intend to get a pass & go to the city & hunt him up as I want to see him & apologize for leaving him so abruptly. I would not have done so if not forced to.

Your buying a horse and paying $160 for him and having him killed so soon is rather rough but such things will happen & I trust it is all for the best. In regard to investing my money, I will send some more soon & you may invest it in which way you think best. If I were up there, I could find a way to invest it. As it is, I am not posted & do not know where to invest it so it will pay. Use your own judgement & I will be satisfied & will pay you for your trouble & be very much obliged in the bargain.

I have written a long letter & hoping to hear from you soon, will close. Very respectfully, your obedient servant, –Geo. O. Wheeler