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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: Rees John Lewis to Mary (Allison) Lewis

These letters were written by Welsh emigrant Rees John Lewis, Sr. (1830-1907), who settled in Bourbon county, Kansas, prior to the Civil War. Muster records inform us that Rees was the 1st Lt. of Co. C, 6th Kansas Cavalry, and commanded his company during the absences of his captain, Harris Soper Greeno. He mustered out 1 December 1864 at Fort Scott.

A poor image from Find-A-Grave but supposed to be Rees with wife Mary, daughter Jenny, and perhaps a sister (ca. 1865)

“In common with other units, the 6th Kansas Cavalry initially wore civilian clothing and many men continued to do so after the regiment was uniformed; they also sometimes grew their hair long like their Confederate adversaries, as a disguise when scouting. A similar tactic was employed by Capt Tough’s notorious “Buckskin Scouts,” described as being as flamboyantly bedecked with feathers, ribbons and revolvers as the guerrillas they were hunting.” [Source]

Lieutenant Reese J. Lewis, 6th Kansas Volunteer Cavalry. In January 1864 he took his company on a scout into the Territory, traveling 130 miles and capturing a Confederate outpost, killing 7 and capturing 25 before returning to Fort Smith, Arkansas. His frock coat has first lieutenant’s shoulder straps, and his dark blue trousers a Vein yellow welt. (Kansas State Historical Society, Topeka)

Rees was married to Mary Elizabeth Allison (1839-1905) in 1860. Together they had at least eight children, only daughter Jennie Mae Lewis (1862-1934)—the oldest—being born during the Civil War. Mary may have been living in Westport, Jackson county, Missouri, during the Civil War; the family resided there after the war.

1863 photograph of Market Street with hospital in background; Fort Scott, Kansas. Courtesy of the Kansas Historical Society

Letter 1

Fort Scott, Kansas
August 2nd 1862

My Dear Mary,

I did not receive a letter from you by the last mail as I was in hopes to.

We are still camped near Fort Scott (three miles from town). I am in command of the company. The question of the quartermastership is not settled. You must not be disappointed if I should not get it. All of the officers have recommended me but the two colonels—the Col. appoints.

I have been getting along very well every way since I came here. I think I will get along well in the company. I have been trying to find a place here for you but as yet I have failed.

I am afraid Writ’s is not a pleasant place. Don’t stay an hour longer than you are used well. Perhaps you can go where Mrs. Parker was. Dr. Parker was improving. I am informed that Mrs. Haynes is anxious to hire Mrs. Tolman’s house and get some woman to board with her. I will speak to Mr. Haynes about it and in the meantime you can think about it. It is said we will move soon but I don’t think we will go far.

There is no news here. I sent out a wagon for fruit yesterday. Got plenty of apples & some peaches. I think we will have plenty of peaches from this on. Write immediately what you think of living with Mrs. Haynes. I am rather inclined to think you can get along.

I don’t have much time to look after Mr. Writ’s crib. There are 7 or 8 new Lieut.’s to be commissioned. They will all be my friends. Lieut. [Brainerd D.] Benedict [of Co. E] is in command of two small cannon attached to our regiment.

So tell me all about the baby in your next. Do write by every mail. To you, — Rees


Letter 2

Fort Scott, Kansas
September 5th, 1862

My Dear Mary,

I was disappointed again last night in not receiving a letter but I hope you are still well and that our more than jewel of a baby is thriving as ever.

We expect to leave today towards Carthage. We are going slow along to head out the Rebel come along the road. I will be in command of the company and expect to have a pleasant time.

I want you to write often. Col. [Lewis R.] Jewell’s brother [Charles W. Jewell] has just come into the regiment as a Lieutenant & been appointed Quartermaster. This appointment is making great dissatisfaction in the regiment. Mary, I don’t want you to be disappointed as perhaps I will have an easier time than I would were I quartermaster.

I have no more time now. Goodbye my love, From your, — Rees


Letter 3

Fort Scott, Kansas
May 3rd 1863

My Dear Mary,

I have the honor to escort Gen. Ewing tomorrow on the march East. The commissary wagons will start at six o’clock. I will go after during the day with 25 men. I think we will have a pleasant time.

I am as ever your own, — Rees


Letter 4

Rolla [Missouri]
June 17, 1863

My dear Mary,

I start in the morning for Kansas City by the way of St. Louis. Our regiment is ordered to Fort Scott & as I have not been ordered back to the regiment, I can go that way. Them I can go down the country to Fort Scott if I have to join the company.

I will write along the road if I can. I may stop some time at Kansas City. I will got part way by river and may be delayed some time for the company to go to Fort Scott. I am going to try to get a leave of absence for a few days any way.

O! I hope to be in those arms soon again. Yours, — Rees


Lt. Rees John Lewis lies buried in Union Cemetery in Kansas City, Missouri, under a Black Walnut Tree.

1898: William Bell to Sheriff of Fayette County, Kentucky

In this letter, former slave William Bell, now living in Amite Co., MS, writes the Sheriff of Fayette County, Kentucky in 1898, inquiring about his relatives, whom he is seeking after over 30 years have passed. He notes that he has already written his family’s primary slave owner, John Breckinridge Payne, to no avail, and requests the Sheriff’s assistance.

According to 1900 and later U. S. Census data, William Bell, born Nov. 1832 in Kentucky, resided in Beat 4, Amite Co., Mississippi (probably died 1900-1910); wife Jane (b. 1826 in AL; illiterate—still alive in 1910); children, Seaborn (b. 1880; wife Lena), Benjamin (b. 1883; wife Janie, b. 1880; stepson: Able Brown, b. 1894), Lucus (b. 1884), Ridley (b. 1887; wife Victoria, b. 1884), Myrtis (b. 1881), Maria (b. 1890), and Pinkey (b. 1890).

William Bell’s former owner was John Breckinridge Payne (1830-1891), the son of Daniel McCarty Payne (17954-1865) and Zelinda Ann Smith (1809-1883) of Lexington, Fayette county, Kentucky. Paine graduated from Transylvania Law School in 1851 and entered into his father’s law practice in Lexington, Kentucky. He was married to Ellen Douglas Woolley on 25 June 1861. According to the 1850 Slave Schedules, at age 20, John owned 9 slaves ranging in age from 3 to 90 years old, most of the young slaves being female. In the 1860 Slave Schedules, 30 year-old John owned 15 slaves, ranging in age from 50 to 9 years old. The males were ages 32, 25, 24, 7, and 4; the females were 50, 32, 25, 16, 14, 12, 10, 8, 9, and 3.

There was a Francis (“Frank”) Key Hunt (1817-1879)—a lawyer— who resided in Lexington, Kentucky in 1860. At the time of the 1860 Census, he was enumerated with one slave, a 30 year-old male. In the 1870 Census, this same Frank Hunt is, age 53, was enumerated with his wife, Julia Warfield Hunt (1819-1895), and a their daughter Maria Barr Hunt.

The only record I can find for a Mariah Payne, a Black woman born in 1817, was a mortuary record dated 16 June 1899 in Jefferson, Kentucky. She was 82 years old when she died of malarial typhoid fever in Louisville, Kentucky. If this was William’s mother, it’s sad to think that he was trying to find her a little more than a year before she died.

[This letter is from the private collection of Richard Weiner and is published by express consent.]

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March 8, 1898
Hustler, Mississippi 

To the sheriff of Fayette Co., Lexington Ky. 
Dear Sir,

I wrote a letter about a month ago making inquiry of a man by the name of John Breckinridge Payne, of whom I used to belong before the war. I wrote to him to know where my people were still living in Lexington and if he could tell me anything about them, but did not receive an answer. Please write and let me know if you know of any of the Payne family and give me their name. I had a brother by the name of Scott Payne & one by the name of Louis. My mother’s name [was] Mariah. She was sold to a man by the name of Frank Hunt. My name is William. They used to call Monday Payne, but now go by the name of William Bell of the name of my late Master. If you can find out about my people & let me know, [you] will oblige me very much. 

Yours Respectfully, — William Bell

Address Hustler, Amite, Miss Co. 

1864: George Roy Tubbs to Adam S. Miller

This letter was written by three different soldiers, all serving in in Co. B, 148th New York Infantry. The first part was written by George “Roy” Tubbs who enlisted on 8 August 1862 at Starkey to serve three years. He was wounded in action on 16 May 1864 in the fighting at Drewry’s Bluff and died of his wounds on 19 June 1864 at Fortress Monroe.

A kepi identified to George Waddle of the 148th new York Infantry

The second part of the letter was written by Benjamin Grace of Barrington who enlisted on 26 August 1862 who, like Roy Tubbs, wounded at Drewry’s Bluff and died of his wounds on 25 July 1864.

The third part of the letter was written by Sergt. Foster P. Cook of Starkey who enlisted on 28 August 1862 and was promoted to sergeant in October 1862. He made 1st Sergt. on 17 January 1864 and was wounded in action on 15 June 1864 near Petersburg. Unlike his two buddies, however, Foster survived his wounds and was promoted to Lieutenant in Co. F.

The letter was addressed to Adam S. Miller of Starkey, Yates county, New York, who enlisted in the company at the same time as the others but mustered out of the regiment on 8 January 1864 for disability.

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Yorktown, Virginia
January 15, 1864

Friend Adam,

It is with great pleasure I write to you as you had a letter here for you Ben and I though we would write to you so Ben said I might write what I wanted to first. So I sat down and went at it. Well I will tell you my three cent man he lays just at the point of I guess so and we don’t think he will live from one end to the other and there is Tom Raplee, poor fellow. He can’t do duty for him bum gut drags on the ground and we are afraid he will have it cut off. Poor thing. Well, Miller, you know what? I am a nasty [ ] boy but I still remain your true friend. — G. Roy Tubbs

[in a different hand]

Yorktown, Va.
January 15th 1864

Friend Adam,

With the greatest of pleasure I take my pen in hand to write you a few lines & I hope they will find you well. I & Roy are enjoying good health. Well, I am sorry to tell you that Orderly [Randall G.] Bacon has left us. He has gone to recruit niggers & it seemed like losing a brother when he left. 1 Well, when the mail came in tonight, there was a letter came from you & so Roy and I thought we would drop you a few lines. Roy bunks with me now & we have fine times. Since you have gone home I am lost to think where Adam is. But I am glad that you are home for you & Both happen to know what a solder’s life is. But I will drop that & talk about something else.

How does it seem to lay on a feather bed once more? Well I have not give Charles Chambers them cigars yet. But he wants them and when he pays me what he owes me, I will give them to him. What do you say?

Well, I must close until roll call is over. Then I will finish. well, now I will finish my letter. well the boys all sends their best respects to you and now I will close for this time by saying good night. Yours very respectfully. — Benjamin Grace. Co. B, 148th New York Villains

[in a different hand]

Yorktown, Va.
January 15th

Friend Adam,

I suppose you are home by this time drinking cider and eating to the best of your ability. Well, I say “Bully for you.”

When you have ate enough to satisfy yourself, just get down on 2.5 bushels of apples and 7 gallons of cider for your humble servant “Cook.” I think that will answer me for a day or two.

I suppose Ben has written all the news so I will close by giving you my best wishes and hope you will write to your friend, — Sergt. F. P. Cook


1 Randall Graves Bacon (1837-1924) was mustered in as a 1st Lieutenant on 6 February 1864 in the 38th U. S. Colored Infantry. He served as adjutant of the regiment for a time and when he requested to resign with an honorable discharge in January 1865, his request was disapproved with the following less than complimentary comments: “Disapproved. Lieut. Bacon is a restless, negligent, and discontented officer who is not pleased at being required to perform his duty. He has been an officer about twelve and a half months, has been absent from his regiment about six months of that time on recruiting service and other pleasant detached duty, and has little to complain. In my opinion, the spirit of his resignation is highly reprehensible and he not deserve an honorable discharge. He was finally discharged after he received a gunshot wound on April 5, 1865 near Richmond necessitating the amputation of the first two fingers on his right hand.

1861-62: George Bouton to Lucetta F. (Nalle) Bouton

These two letters were written by George Bouton (1817-1891), the son of Richard Crittenden Booton (1785-1842) and Lucy C. Ware Scott (1789-1846) of Madison county, Virginia. In his letters, George mentions two of his brothers, James W. Booton (1815-1889) and R. Sinclair Boton (1830-1882). George was married to Lucetta F. Nalle (1819-1893). I believe the plantation where they lived at the time of the Civil War was called “Hilton” and was located in Rochelle, Madison county. It should be noted that George’s signature appears to read “Bouton” but the family surname was actually Booton. This change in spelling appears to have been intentional as his name appears as Bouton in military records and post war census records.

Thomas Taylor Pettus was 1st Lt. in the 34th Virginia and took over as Captain of Co. B, 4th Regt., Heavy Artillery in May 1862.

Muster records of the 34th Virginia Infantry indicate that George raised his own company and joined the regiment in June 1861 when he was nearly 45 years old. His company was shortly afterward designated Co. B (“Madison Artillery”), 4th Regt. Heavy Artillery and placed in charge of some of the guns at Yorktown. His requisition for fuel in December 1861 indicates that he had in camp a total of 37 members in his company, including himself and two lieutenants. The placement of the Madison Artillery in the defenses is not known but it was reported to be near the “Naval Battery.” In late May 1862, at the reelection of officers following one years service, George was not reelected as captain. His last requisition as captain of the company was for the replacement of tents and cooking utensils—having been “left on the field at Yorktown” when it was evacuated—was dated 8 May 1862.

Once replaced as captain of his company, it appears that he took a position as captain of Co. H in the 1st Battalion of Virginia Reserves guarding Richmond. He did not take the Oath of Allegiance to the United States until 1865.

The first transcribed letter comes from a private collection and was written not long after George and his company arrived at Yorktown, having come from Culpeper, Virginia. The second letter was transcribed by me from the on-line digital archives of Cornell Library where the letter is housed but not previously transcribed. It should also be noted that the Library of Virginia purchased two letters of George’s letters—one dated 13 January and the other 20 February 1862 while stationed at Yorktown, Virginia, to his wife, Lucetta Bouton discussing his health, camp life, military preparations at Yorktown, and friends in the regiment; and another, 2 March, to his daughter Mollie Bouton discussing the same topics and trying to explain the significance of the war. (44972)

Letter 1

Addressed to Mrs. Lucetta F. Bouton, rochelle, Madison county, Virginia

Yorktown [Virginia]
15 July 1861

Mrs. Lucetta F. Bouton, dear wife,

Your letter of the 13th inst. came to hand today, it being the first that I have received since I have been here. My health is as good as usual. For the last day or two I have had some headache and felt bad generally, but I can assign it to a trip I made some days since to a farm house about two miles in the country to east milk, butter, honey, warm corn bread, and not having fared so sumptuously for some time, I ate rather heartily. I hope to be well in a few days by a little abstemiousness. I am still going about and attend to all my duties.

We have rumors of an attack contemplated every day or two. It is said Col. Fremont has been added to Gen. Butler’s staff [at Fortress Monroe] adn he may advise a forward movement. We feel safe here against a force of 20,000 men, when Butler has but 12 to 15,00[0] & will have necessarily to leave a force of from 4 to 5,000 to guard his posts.

The post here is quite healthy—more so than in Culpeper. The military discipline is quite rigid of which the men complain very much but it relieves me of a great deal of trouble. We have taken charge of one gun and placed a detachment of 10 men to guard & man it. we expect others in a few days when all of the men will move to the outer works.

We are now quartered in a house in town. The detachment have no tents but sleep under an arbor & get wet when it rains. We are expecting tents every day. Tom Burroughs is with me in the house, is well, and looks as well as you ever saw him. He keeps himself quite clean, attends to his duties, gives me no trouble, has never been in the guard house or on double duty. The only time that anything has been the matter with him was in Culpeper, he caught that from a dirty man by the name of Colvin, but was relieved in a short time by timely attention. He has no difficulties with the soldiers. His mess seem to be fond of him. In drill he is awkward but attends and tries to learn & has improved very much. I have just told him he must write to his mother which he has promised to do tomorrow.

I expected the draft would produce a great trepidation. I am really glad of it on account of some, but others it is a serious matter with. If Henry Fry could get a bayonet put on my gun & get the pair of moulds made like the minié ball to make his cartridges upon, it would be the best gun he could have.

How is Dr. Graves, Dr. Buckner, and Capt. Addison now? After a man gets in the army, he does not dread it near so much and after he has had a battle, he does not dread that so much. The Howitzer Battery & N. C. 1st Regiment are now panting for a fight, having shared the fight at Bethel. John Z. Wharton & Jimmy Utly & Henry Thornton & John Fitzhugh are here & Dr. John Banks. We have acquaintances enough. This is the last time that I shall ever undertake to be a captain. I had rather be a private but if I can get through this, I will have the consolation of having served my country to the best of my ability in this her time of need.

Has Jerre returned? Mr. Burroughs had better fallow the upper part of Davis field on the Run to make out his wheat crop. If you are in want of money, I can spare you some. I have paid Brother James for last year through Sinclair. Let Mr. Burroughs have money if he wants it. Mr. Burroughs must not go to the war. We have done our part. Sinclair will suffer very much. He is not able to go and will dislike very much to make the excuse. Gibbon was right to get a substitute. But what I would dislike most is being drafted for my country service.

You had better get Mr. Sprinkle to fix your hearths & get some sheet iron or tin & perforate it with holes and nail it over the air holes on the outside. When you take up the hearth, get rock beat up & cinder from the shop and make a thick bed, well rammed before laying the hearth & mix in some salt.

Write me more frequently. I wish to hear particularly as to the effects of the draft. I saw Mr. Scott at Gordonsville as I came down. It is no time for active men to be idle. Yours husband, — George Bouton

Remember me to my daughter Lizzie & Phil


Letter 2

Yorktown [Virginia]
20 March 1862

Mrs. Lucetta F. Bouton, dear wife,

I am quite well. Tom Burroughs has been suffering from chills for several days but is better now. I have hearrd that Johnston was falling back, probably to Gordonsville, if not further. She he make a stand at Gordonsville, the flour and bacon had better be sold keeping just enough for home use. Should the enemy want horses, you had better let Roderick and Brother James had better let his horse go. Sell as many of the cattle as possibly can be done without, and under a press you might part with a couple of yoke of oxen. In short, put yourself in a condition should the enemy come to have as little for them to take as possible. The negro men had better be sent south and hired out—particularly Jerre Strother, & Jack & Nancy had as well be sent along too.

My bonds and other papers would be safe with Mr. Burroughs as their e__ity against me will be much greater than against him. If you have a small tin box, you coud put my bonds into it, take up some of the brick in the lock closet fire place, bury the box, and lay the hearth back. If well done, this place would not likely be suspected and in the event of fire, would not burn. If you do this, do it privately. Do not let the servants know it. You could get Mr. Burroughs to aid you. Wrap the bonds in flannel. The tin box is necessary to keep the rats and mice from them. If you & Sinclair do not think it necessary to carry the servants so far, they had better be hired to the Army to work on fortifications. Negro women are also hired to cook for the men. If the enemy should take possession & you are not willing ot stay at home, your only chance will be to hitch Queen to your carriage and start south. I had rather all should be burnt than fall into the enemy’s hands.

There is no chance for me to leave here. In my opinion, three months will determine this question in a material degree. We are now approaching our darkest hour. If we can but reverse the enemy at three material points, we are safe/ It is his dying struggle.

Your husband, — George Bouton

P. S. I have hoped as possibly Gordonsville will be the center of the line that possibly the wings of the army will not reach so far as our house & that you may escape annoyance. Be however prepared for emergencies & contribute all you can to the cause. Wear a cheerful countenance for it will relieve you of much anguish. I would not write this letter if you were timid. — G. B.

Burn this letter.

1861: Thomas W. Powell to Olive Powell

Though unsigned, the provenance that came with this letter attributes it to Thomas W. Powell while serving in Co. E (the “Huron Infantry”), 7th Ohio Volunteer Infantry (OVI) when it was a three-months organization. This regiment was mustered into service in late April 1861 at Cleveland and mustered out on 24 July 1861 at Camp Dennison, Ohio. The regiment never saw any action and were barely organized and drilled before military authorities began requested that the soldiers reenlist for three years of service. Most men agreed, but those who did not were mustered out of service upon the end of their three-months term.

There is a muster record for a “Powell” (no first name given) in Co. E, 7th OVI (3 months) and I assume this is the same soldier. His name does not appear in the roster of the 7th OVI (3 years) regiment so I can only assume he decided against reenlisting as it appears his sister had advised him.

I have searched the census records in Erie county for Thomas and his sister Olive but have not found him though I note he refers to the United States as his “adopted” country so it may be that he was a recent emigrant. If a recent immigrant, he probably came from Canada as his English vocabulary is pretty good though his spelling is poor.

An early war image of Camp Dennison on an envelope

Transcription

Camp Dennison (Ohio)
May 30, 1861

Sister Olive, 

Once more I find myself engaged in the delightful task of writing you a letter—although I realize it is in much weakness—but then I know you are charitable in some respects, and will make due allowance. I received yours Tuesday [and] not tell you how thankful I was for your condescension in writing to one so unworthy and hope this will be received with half the appreciation that yours was. Would also acknowledge the reception of your note which has been remailed from Berea.

I must apologize at the onset for writing you as long a letter as I intend to, but judging from some parts of your letters, you are considerably tinctured with that which goes by the name of patriotism although in your case I believe it sincere. I thought it would not come amiss to give you my opinion of some matters as they now stand. It is with a heart of sorrow I write what I am going to—sorrow for this my land of adoption as I see her crumbling and falling from her once glorious position and bending under the iron heel of oppression.

I with the thousands left my home to contend for right, as the booming cannon of Sumter echoed not only in Charleston but in the heart of every freeman calling him to arms. But little did I think that while going to fight for freedom, of myself becoming a slave to a set of “petty tyrants.” Not only have we to be nosed round by a set of officers but the government has used us as no feeling man would use his dog. Some men have been sent home because they would not enlist for three years—hundreds of miles from home, no provision made for their return, and without a cent in their pocket and scarcely a rag on their back.

Those at home are no more honorable who promised to provide for the families of those who volunteered. I have seen letters from wives to their husbands stating what suffering they are called upon to pass through. Two from Milan [Erie county, Ohio] I saw yesterday saying they had not received a cent’s worth since their husbands left and beg of them to return home as soon as possible. You would be astonished to see three-quarters of the men, some without breaches, making drawers supply their deficiency. Others barefooted. Uncle Sam supplied some of the most needy with split leather shoes which I should call worse than one.

You advise me not to go for three years. I certainly shall not under present circumstances although if the case is urgent of two evils, I shall choose the least—that is, to be a slave to a military despotism or a southern aristocracy. As regards my constitution failing, that is all nonsense. There is not a person in the company better able to go than I am as far as that is concerned. I will give you a little of our camp life. We have to stand guard 24 hours about once a week. I was on a few days ago. It rained all day and all night. we are two hours on and four off while on duty. We have to walk back and forth. When off, we are housed in a guard house or lie on the ground.

— Thomas W. Powell, Co. E, 7th Regiment, care of Capt. [John W.] Sprague 1


1 On April 25, 1861, at the beginning of the Civil War, John Wilson Sprague joined the 7th Ohio Infantry and was made a captain in the unit’s Company E. In August 1861, while heading home on leave, he and a small group of other Ohio soldiers were captured in West Virginia by Confederate troops. He was held at the infamous Libby Prison in Virginia, and then moved to South Carolina where he was held in Charleston and then Columbia. After five months, Sprague was released as part of a prisoner exchange in January 1862. He returned to duty with the Ohio 63rd Infantry Regiment. On January 23, 1862, he was promoted to colonel. Sprague led the regiment at the Siege of Corinth. 

1863: Henry Gordon to Elizabeth (Gordon) McCrea

This letter was written by Henry Gordon (1798-1886), the son of Alexander Gordon (1768-1855) and Margaret Mary Smith (1764-1826), from his farm in Monroe township, Knox county, Ohio. He wrote the letter to his sister, Elizabeth (Gordon) McCrea (1801-1884) and her husband James McCrea (1796-1875) of Antrim, Franklin county, Pennsylvania.

An unidentified Ohio Soldier of Bowman’s age (LOC)

Henry was married to Matilda (“Tilda”) Jane Bowman (1806-1857). After her death, he remarried with Hannah F. Cone (1819-1887) and had a son named Frank (b. 1861). In the 1860 US Census, 60 year-old Henry was enumerated with his 25 year-old son Henry Bowman Gordon, his 20 year-old daughter Susannah, 18 year-old son Alexander, and 16 year-old Joanna.

The sum and substance of this letter is the expression of anguish felt by a father who has lost his son in the service of his country through the careless behavior of his army surgeons. Henry’s 30 year-old son, Henry “Bowman” Gordon (1831-1863), enlisted as a private in Co. B, 4th Ohio Infantry in April 1861. After his 3 month term of enlistment expired, he reenlisted in the same regiment for three years but he did not survive the war. He succumbed to disease in an army hospital in Frederick, Maryland, in December 1862. * From a description of the dangers Bowman faced before falling ill—based on his father’s letter—it appears that Bowman was with his regiment through all of their battles up until the time he fell ill after the Battle of Antietam where they fought in the sunken road. His muster records indicate that he was promoted to Corporal on 1 November 1862.

* There is a discrepancy in the date of Bowman’s death; some records indicate December 1862 and some say December 1863. Based on the father’s description of his son’s service with his last action appearing to be at Antietam under McClellan’s command, and also the mention of Milton Hunt (also in Bowman’s company) getting a discharge in on 9 November 1862), I am confident the date was December 1862.

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[Knox county, Ohio]
[January 1863]

Dear sister and brother McCrea,

I feel a duty to write to you and especially to Joseph Snively and thank him for his trouble and still continue my thanks to you all and to sister Sally for her kindness and to Jeremiah and his son for going after my carpet sack and Alexander for coming down to see my dear afflicted and brave and noble boy who spent his last days in defense of our much loved country and on the side of freedom and for the tie and love of our southern and northern states that was united in one common constitution that cost the lives and blood of our forefathers for freedom and their testimony or declaration of sentiment that there are self-evident truths that God has created all men free without respect to color or sex, with certain inalienable rights—the right of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. But this poor boy was deprived of the right of life by those corrupt Medical Board of doctors, corrupted by the slave power, and hardened to disobey the furlough law or pay no regard to the discharge law, trampling the Declaration under feet that a poor soldier that is worn out in the hard service of his country has no right to liberty or life, but hold him under the Grand Dame Slavery iron veil of oppression, corrupted by the infernal, beastly, chattalizing gospel or false teachers as the 2nd Chapter of Peter directs them to deny the Lord that brought them and proposed temporal and spiritual freedom for them and for all that believe in the blood or purchase of Christ’s blood that dies in faith and goes from troubling and where their poor weary souls are at rest, where they hear not the voice of the oppressor that won’t believe those self-evident truths that have denied many of our noble and brave sons of Mount Vernon and round about that fought and faced the cannon’s mouth, from Western Virginia where General [Robert S.] Garnett was killed—the Rebel—and took Romney twice and Blue’s Gap, and at Winchester and then to McDowell and back to Banks, and then to McClellan, and at McClellan’s right wing faced the cannon and held their ground and now must be deprived of the right of life or liberty and kept in the hospital by those hardened slavery doctors for the sake of money or for having their hearts hardened that they have no sympathy for their fellow creatures—no feeling of freedom or liberty or human rights, no mercy. The time may come to them that showed no mercy [when] no mercy will be shown to them. They may go so far that mercy may be shut forever. God may laugh when the calamity comes and [ ] when the fear comes.

Dear sister, I write to you and all. I got home safe of Saturday about 4 o’clock and found nobody at home but Susannah. My wife and the boy went to town and they hadn’t heard of the death of poor Bowman and Susannah was very much troubled. I have a bad cold and some diarrhea since I came home. They are all very much troubled here about him and the children wanted his funeral sermon preached and we had it preached at John’s. Our house wasn’t built for preaching in it. Well there was a great many of our neighbors there [and] a great many tears shed for his loss. But their loss is his gain.

When I got home, everything was out of order and I am out of heart of farming. Can’t get no hands for less than one dollar per day and corn is only 40 or 50 cents here. Pork 4 dollars cleaned. Heavy pork is 3 and the rough beef— I have two steers to sell—the butchers only give from 1.50 to 2 dollars in the rough. I told your message to Mariah to write to you and I thought I would write and let you know. I am so troubled, I can’t get the thought of Bowman and the way he was treated in holding him on there, and causing his death, and Mr. Hunt got his son [Milton Hunt] just before I went down there and he is getting well. I sometimes think if I had shot one of them doctors and took him, it wouldn’t been no more harm than shooting a rebel to get him out of his hands if he wanted to kill him right off. Those doctors killed poor Bowman by degrees. If they had let those poor boys that died of the 4th Regiment come home, then I suppose they all would have lived [judging] by these two or three that is getting well that got away before they got into the hands of those wicked doctors that attend the hospital.

I forgot to ask Joseph Snively if he should take any pay for his trouble although my money was middling scarce. But he ought to get something or his trouble and kindness. Tell him to write to me and I will try to reward him for his troubles for he was so kind to Susannah. I am now busy and worn out like an old horse or a worn out soldier, and I think I will rent or sell my farm. I am in debt some and am broke down with trouble. Farewell for this time. I thank you all for your kindness. I send my love to all and to Mr. Battry for his kindness and love. — Henry Gordon

1864: Stony Creek or “Applejack” Raid

The author of this sheet is not identified but it is clear from the daily description of troop movements that he was from one of the regiments participating in the Stony Creek (or “Applejack”) Raid led by Major General Gouverneur Warren’s 5th Corps with the aim of destroying a portion of the Weldon Railroad in December 1864. To accomplish this objective, Warren had 22,000 infantry and 4200 cavalry at his command. “The infantry consisted of his own three Fifth Corps divisions under Crawford, Griffin, and Ayres and Mott’s Division of the Second Corps. The men were given 60 rounds of ammo and 4 days rations to carry, with 40 more and two more in wagons  One battery of artillery accompanied each infantry division in support.” The expedition began at 4 a.m. on the morning of 7 December 1864. “Crawford’s Division was in the lead, followed by Griffin, Ayres, and  Mott in that order.  After marching down the Jerusalem Plank Road, the column crossed the Nottoway River around 5 p.m. at Freeman’s Ford…At the end of this first day, Warren’s column was strung out, divided by the Nottoway River.  Griffin and Ayres were still north of that waterway, with Mott and the supply train just to its south, and Crawford and Gregg in the lead at Sussex Court House.”

On December 8th, Warren got his Union troops up early. “The divisions of Griffin and Ayres north of the Nottoway were aroused at 2 a. m. in order to make sure they reached the Weldon Railroad by the end of the day.  Both divisions had crossed the river two and a half hours later.  Once this occurred, Warren had his pontoon bridge pulled up to prevent any Confederates from following the column from the direction of the Jerusalem Plank Road.” [See The Siege of Petersburg Online]

We learn from the author’s description of his movements on that raid that he was among the “3 and 4 thousand stragglers” who failed to cross the pontoon bridge at the Nottoway River and were marched back north to 2nd Corps Commander’s Humphreys’ headquarters and then to Fort Emory. I believe he was a member of Warren’s 5th Corps but there is nothing in the content that would lead us to which regiment or even which division of that Corps.

Yellow Tavern on Weldon Railroad

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Dec. 6th — Was relieved by part of the 2nd Corps and broke camp. Stopped over night about three miles from camp. Started on the morning of the 7th at daylight on a forced march. Marched about 12 miles and fell out. Stopped that night near Stony Creek. The last troops crossed the bridge at 3 o’clock a.m.

Dec. 8 — Rained all day & night. The pontoon bridge was taken up & the stragglers was sent back by the cavalry. We started about 7 o’clock. There was between 3 and 4 thousand stragglers. About 270 taken prisoners coming back. There was 7 from my company in the crowd. We arrived at Gen. Humphreys’ Headquarters about midnight after marching 20 miles. The weather very cold. Slept all night in an open field without any fires.

Dec. 9th — Was turned out at daylight and marched to an old camp to fill a place left by the 2nd Corp. Stopped there about two hours and was then started to another part of the line where there was no troops. Had good quarters. Snowed and rained all night.

Dec. 10th — Weather—snow on the ground & very cold. Nothing new turned up until about dark when the 2nd Corps came back and we had to pack up and start for Fort Emory. The officers in charge of us got us four days rations before starting. Got fixed up in good tents at Ft. Emory 1 about 11 o’clock p.m.

Dec. 11th — Some rain last night. Continues cold. No news from the 5th Corps. Cleared off cold. Wind northwest. In camp of the 124th New York.

Dec. 12th — Weather very cold. Heavy cannonading heard this morning. 3rd Division of 2nd Corps came back.

December 13th — Weather continues cold. 5th Corps came back to the Jerusalem Plank Road last night.

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Soldier’s sketch showing location of Yellow House on the Weldon Railroad, Southside Railroad, and Petersburg

1 Fort Emory was established in 1864 as a Union earthworks fort along the outer secondary line south of Petersburg, Virginia. The fort was situated between Fort Cummings and Fort Siebert and connected to them by entrenchment. These forts all guarded the southern approaches to the Union seige line around Petersburg.

1862: Alonzo Holland to Harriet Eliza Rice

I could not find an image of Alonzo in uniform but here is one of Matthew Marvin of Co. K, 1st Minnesota (Charles T. Joyce Collection)

These letters were written by Alonzo Holland (1838-1907) of Quincy, Minnesota, who enlisted on 18 November 1861 as a private in Co. K, 1st Minnesota Infantry.

He joined his cousin, Samuel Stebbins, who had enlisted at the beginning of the war and was also serving in Company K. On Dec 17, 1863, Stephen Martin wrote a letter to Mathew Marvin and mentioned that Alonzo was the company cook.
When the regiment was mustered out on May 5, 1864, at the end of their enlistment, he was transferred to its successor unit, Co. B, 1st Battalion, Minnesota Infantry, to finish his term. Alonzo was wounded at the fight at Jerusalem Plank Road on June 21, 1864. He was mustered out on Nov 18, 1864, at the completion of his three year term of enlistment.

On Nov 28, 1866, he married Ellen Kingsbury in Winona, Winona county, Minnesota.

Holland wrote the letters to Harriet (“Hattie”) Eliza Rice (1835-1909) of Barre, Worcester, Massachusetts, an 1856 graduate of the Lasell Female Seminary. In the 1860 US Census, 25 year-old Hattie was enumerated with her 76 year-old mother, Lucy. She was identified as a “Palm Leaf Hood Maker.” Her father, Charles Rice (1788-1854) passed away in January 1854. In the 1870’s, Hattie was still single and living in Worcester working as a seamstress. She never married.

Veterans of Co. K, 1st Minnesota Infantry gather in front of Alonzo Holland’s home (411 West Sanborn Street) in Winona on 3 June 1896 (Winona, by Walter Bennick)

Letter 1

Addressed to Miss Hattie E. Rice, Barren, Massachusetts

Camp Stone near Poolesville, Maryland
February 12th 1862

Friend Hattie,

I presume you have come to the conclusion ere this that I did not care to answer your letter which come to hand some two months ago but such is not the case. But I thought I should like to hear from you again so I didn’t wish to write till I got to a stopping place so you would know where I was. You will see by the date of this that I am in the army of the United States. I enlisted as a recruit in the 1st Regiment Minnesota Volunteers the 18th of November at Minneapolis where I was when I received your letter and expected to go south immediately but various hindrances prevented until the 31st of January when 54 of us started for Washington. Arrived there the 7th of February and stopped there part of a day, then came up to the camp. So you will see that changed from one thing to another till I have got to be a soldier.

I said last winter that I should volunteer when I was needed and I concluded last fall that the country needed all the men that could be raised so off to the war I went. We are stationed on the Potomac about 55 miles from Washington. It is at Edward’s Ferry. I presume you have heard of the place. The Rebels are on the other side of the river. Our camp is two miles from the river. We go down there on picket guard.

It is dreadful muddy here. I suppose you think you know what mud is but you never saw any in New England. The mud sticks to my feet so I can hardly go. We shall not be likely to have a battle till the mud dries up. There is eight of us in our tent that I stop in so we are pretty thick. We all sleep together packed in like logs. The bed occupies half the tent and we have a fireplace at the other side and we have a table made of a board sat on some legs and some seats so that is is about full.

We don’t live first rate. It is bread and coffee for breakfast & supper, and soup and beans for dinner. No butter or milk or any such things. But I will close hoping you will accept the best wishes of your friend and write soon as they are all strangers to me far away from all friends. Our letters are sent to us from Washington wherever we are so you can direct to Alonzo Holland, Co. K, 1st Regt., Minnesota Vol., Washington D. C.


Letter 2

Alexandria, Virginia
September 10, 1863

Hattie,

You say I never answer my letters promptly but once so if I answer your last promptly it will be twice punctual to your negligences as I don’t know you have ever been over anxious to write soon after receiving. I remember of your waiting some six or eight months at one time but I guess you will do better hereafter and I will endeavor to write just as often as you will.

We went from Governor’s Island to Brooklyn City where we had one of the best times that ever came to soldiers as we was camped at York Green (one of the city parks) and the people (ladies in particular) were very glad to see the old veteran troops and visited us everyday in large numbers. One of the churches gave us a splendid supper of everything that was good, which we call good enough for soldiers. They also gave us a treat of melons and peaches &c. We were to have another supper by another church but were ordered back sooner than we expected so we lost it. We left N. Y. last Sunday and embarked on board the steamer Empire City bound for Alexandria where we arrived Tuesday.

We are laying here for a day or two waiting for the rest of the brigade to get here when we shall go to the front. So you see our good time is all gone and we are once more in the field to get more hard marching and fighting. We hated to come back as bad as anybody could for we have been at the front so long that we are pretty sick of it but we are tired of such foolery as we have been having as regards our officers. They told us we was to stay at New York this winter and kept us moving round all the time we was there. So we did not have a chance to go anywhere and now we have to go to march out to the Rappahannock 60 miles when we might go on the cars if they was a mind to let us.

The draft passed off all quietly at New York and vicinity but the men are not taken away yet. Will probably be some trouble in doing that. By today’s paper, it seems that Morris Island is evacuated. If so, it is a great step towards the fall of Charleston. The news from the West is very good and I can but hope that we may gain a victory here which would bring the rebels into difficult circumstances. But I don’t look for a speedy culmination of the war. In fact, it almost looks as though we was to have a war with France and England.

Write all about the fair that to come off soon. I should like to, as you advise me, but I have been going the wrong way for Barre but I trust the time will be sometime that I can go where I like more than at present. Meanwhile, be assured that you have a friend in the army. write soon.

— Alonzo [Holland]

1841: Isaac Dillon Cadwallader to Joel Wood

The signature on this letter has been partially destroyed but I believe it was written by Isaac Dillon Cadwallader (1825-1880) who would have been 16 at the time. Isaac’s parents were Rees Cadwalader (1790-1862) and Hannah Dillon (1787-1829) of Zanesville, Muskingham county, Ohio, but Reece relocated to Salem in Columbiana county sometimes in the 1830s. In the 1840s when this letter was written, Salem was an emerging antislavery community. The Anti-Slavery Bugle began publication in nearby New Lisbon (now Lisbon) in June 1845 but moved its press to Salem in September of that year. Their motto was “No Union with Slaveholders.” As Quakers, the Cadwallader family were staunch antislavery proponents.

The letter was addressed to Cadwallader’s friend, Joel Wood (1814-1892) of Martin’s Ferry, Belmont county, Ohio, to whom he sent his letter. Joel was married to Elizabeth McGrew (1819-1908) in 1837. He was described as an abolitionist, merchant, teacher, member of the school board, and the First President and Director of the Wheeling and Lake Erie Railroad. Joel and his wife became members of the Quaker Society in 1837.

Charles C. Burleigh, a leader in the Antislavery movement in the United States. He spoke in 1841 of The American Idea—“the idea of the perfectness and inalienability of human rights, that he receives all his rights from his creator and none from the government.”

Most of Cadwallader’s letter refers to the series of antislavery speeches that took place in Ohio by itinerant lecturers in the summer and fall of 1841. Arresting his attention in particular was Charles Calistus Burleigh, the “well-traveled Connecticut-born lecturer who edited the National Anti-Slavery Standard.” Burleigh would later contribute editorials for Salem’s, Anti-Slavery Bugle. Oliver Johnson, another agent of the American Antislavery Society, joined Dr. Erasmus D. Hudson and Burleigh for part of the 1841 tour. In a letter from October of that year, Hudson revealed that he and Burleigh had, “over the course of several weeks, spoken in a courthouse, a private home, a Methodist and Friends meeting houses, an Associate Reformed Church, , and a public hall, and had conducted multiple outdoor meetings.” [See: Race and Riots: Fighting Slavery and Prejudice in the Old Northwest by Dana Elizabeth Weiner]

We surmise from Cadwallader’s letter that he was, at the time, disappointed with his fellow Quakers who did not warmly embrace the abolitionist movement as much as himself. Though history has taught us that Quakers shared anti-slavery sentiments generally, there were also a large number that believed the abolitionists too radical in their actions which would lead most certainly to violence. In short, they valued “peace” more than equality. Cadwallader summed it best when he wrote, “Some of the Quakers here say the slaves are better off than they would if set at liberty; and unless they would go to someplace by themselves, they had better remain slaves as they are.”

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First day afternoon
September 11, 1841

Dear friend,

I have just this minute finished reading thy letter and as I always do, feel as if I must answer it immediately—or at least begin. Thy last letter I did not get till after I wrote or, of course, I should have mentioned. We had 3/4 of a notion to start yesterday but on looking about, found we could not leave home yet. I have my corn to cut up & a house to build & plaster, & a well to dig and wall, &c. &c. before cold weather. But notwithstanding all this, I have not entirely given out going to Martinsville. That sets near my heart.

Taking thy letter in order, the next thing that needs attention is my estimate of Burleigh and Thomas. Nothing could be more literally true than thy description of the order of Thomas’ speaking, judging by all thee has to judge by. His [ ] speech such was most decidedly the character of that splendid speech. But if I were to judge him only by that speech, I should do him unpardonable injustice. Splendor and elegance, though ministers of his will, are by no means his stronghold. He is much more close  and logical in his reasoning than Burleigh & of statistical facts, he is the embodiment. I never heard any man who could in the same length of time present anything like the amount of facts & at the same time never utter one dry prosaic sentence. In this matter-of-fact business, I think Burleigh is deficient, though I cheerfully accord to him all you claim for him, only precedence of Thomas. I have heard each of them four  different times. Burleigh will merit the name given him by [William Lloyd] Garrison—“the antislavery Patrick Henry.” I watched him close by when with him, and if P. Henry was what writ described him, then there is a deep similitude between them. The same impatience of set rules, the same abhorrence of dry matters-of-fact, & of details, the same aversion to studied preparation and laborious arrangement, the same loose and  unbridled liberty of imagination.

First day evening 19th. Last fourth day I went to N[ew] Lisbon to hear Burleigh, &c., &c. We also nominated two persons to the legislature—one for the Senate and one for the lower House. The rest of the ticket we left blank. The Whigs derided, remonstrated, threatened, coaxed, and flattered, but all would  not do, we would nominate candidates. Last year the Locos [Democrats] had a majority of about 50, year before about 200, and [the] year before [that] 500. So you see the Whigs counted on carrying the ticket and I think they would if they had have shown any respect to abolitionists. But they rejected the persons they had formerly used partly because they were too antislavery. I was at the nomination meeting of the Whigs and was in the nomination committee and done all I could to get a good ticket—so did others—but they would not hear to  us, or heed us, but thought we would “go it” as we had been doing. They now see the error of their ways and find too late that we are not always going to be doe [dough] faces. As we stand now, neither ours nor theirs  can be elected, so you see we vote for ours as a matter of principle; they for theirs “for because.” We expect to get 200 perhaps. If we do, we can control them hereafter. I was urged by some to receive the  nomination on our ticket, but I was afraid it might hurt my prospects in future, and beside I hated to be bored as I know the candidates will be. And besides, I was on the committee and my name was published as going it to the death for that ticket.

Well I heard Burleigh four or five times at Lisbon and find it necessary to change my opinion of him somewhat. I find he is more of a thinker and a better reasoner than I had thought. He takes new and radical grounds, such as he has thought out himself, & they are no doubt correct. He defined democracy in a way new to the professed democrats. I’ll give an example or two. He said the majority, merely because they were a majority, had no right to rule even one man. And he translated the old democratic proverb into english (i.e.) “The greatest good to the greatest number,” and all being the “greatest number.” The  sentence should read The greatest good of all. This is the pure unadulterated democracy. But the  discourse I was most pleased with was not strictly—or at least not exclusively—antislavery. His text was, “Our country and its destiny.” This thee sees was a subject broad enough for his mighty intellect but not  too broad. Here he struck out into a new and (except himself) an untried and untrodden path and wrung out of the chaotic mass of ideas and theories that are worth years of intellectual grubbing to obtain the principle of which he called the “American idea.”

He took a rapid view of the geographical situation of our country in relation to others, showing it is not likely to be affected by other countries nor be interrupted  by them in carrying out any idea it might think fit. Then he showed its capabilities of living within itself, its diversity of climate and soil, &c., &c. Then that it was out from under the shadow of the thrones of  Europe and not ruled by its barbarous customs handed down from the dark ages. Then that the new  country was settled by a peculiar kind of people, or at least entertaining peculiar principles—the very principles that were intended to be carried out to perfection in this country—that is, “the individuality of man.” This, he says, is the destiny of our country. The idea that it is intended to work out—“The  American Idea”—the idea of the perfectness and inalienability of human rights, that he receives all his rights from his creator and none from the government. He says the Declaration of Independence was the first  political document that recognized this idea. He says all former governments recognized the doctrine that individual interests and even life and liberty might be sacrificed to the public good. This he calls false and dangerous doctrine, & at war with the foundation doctrine of the American government. The ancient republics were merely free republics, not as this is intended to be—a republic of free men.

I have given but the most imperfect sketch of his speech. Indeed it would be but a mere outline if I was to do all I could. I have some faint hopes of seeing thee face to face sometime this fall. I had expected it long before now but I now find it will not be in less time than one month if that soon. I have this confounded house on hand and can get no one to work at it and fifty other things to do beside. I wish you would come. It would suit my convenience much better and I think you could certainly leave home more easily than we can.

“Some of the Quakers here say the slaves are better off than they would if set at liberty; and unless they would go to some place by themselves, they had better remain slaves as they are.”

I. D. Cadwallader, 19 September 1841

29th. Yesterday I received a letter from I. B. Brook on the subject of your Quaker Antislavery Society asking for useful information &c. and that I should attend the neighboring meetings and give notice at the close that all who wish to form a Friends Antislavery Society will stop &c. I believe the most pertinent  information I have for him is that I have not the honor of belonging to that quiet, loving dead sea of a religious body & of course cannot perform the service he asks at my hands & if I was a member, it  would require the courage of a Bonaparte to beard the proslavery lion in his den. I am willing and anxious to do anything I can to forward your enterprise but I have my doubts whether you can effect anything in this society by that kind of action that you cannot effect in the ordinary societies. I know the true objection with Friends is not so much to the union with other folks as it is to the antislavery doctrine  itself, though it is nothing more nor less than Quaker doctrine. Some of the Quakers here say the slaves are better off than they would if set at liberty; and unless they would go to some place by themselves, they had better remain slaves as they are. This is called wholesome doctrine. By the way, who is this I. B. Brook?  If you will specify any kind of information, I will give it if I can.

If thee starts away East or West or any other direction, thee will be so good as to let me know so that I need not go there while thee is not home. This is only to provide [ ] but I am much  afraid we cannot get off till it is too cold to enjoy a visit and in that case we will not go till Spring.

Deb sends her usual compliments to [ ]

—   J. D. Ca…

1842: Samuel W. Butler to Leroy Milton Yale

Most Americans today are probably not that familiar with Dorr’s Rebellion, particularly if they were not raised in Rhode Island. In a nutshell, it was an armed insurrection led by Thomas Wilson Dorr in Rhode Island between 1840 and 1842 with the objective of achieving greater suffrage in the state. The state lagged behind almost all of the other states in eliminating the land-holding requirement for suffrage incorporated in its colonial charter of 1663. With the industrial revolution and the migration of the population away from farms to urban areas, many men found they could not longer meet the land-holding requirement. As a result, by 1840, it is estimated that 60% of the male population were disenfranchised. With Dorr’s leadership, a People’s Convention was held that ratified a popular referendum and Dorr was elected governor under this document. The movement was only crushed militarily by Gov. King declaring marshal law and arresting its leaders, including Dorr, in June 1842 when this letter was written. Though the movement was stopped, it did initiate the drafting of a new constitution in Rhode Island that liberalized voting the following year. [See Dorr Rebellion/Rhode Island’s Very Own, Very Small Civil War by Justin Shatwell]

To read more on the rebellion, readers are referred to Rory Raven’s 2010 book entitled, “The Dorr War”

This letter was written by Dr. Samuel W. Butler (1815-1881) of Newport, Rhode Island, who provides detailed information about Dorr’s insurrection and, in rather melodramatic fashion, proclaims he may loose his life in “the cause of our country.” Though the rebellion caused great anxiety and the weeping of enough tears “to float a ship,” it lasted only two months without a single battle being fought, and the whole affair resulted in a single death—an innocent civilian shot by mistake.”

Dr. Butler wrote the letter to Dr. Leroy Milton Yale (1802-1847) of Holmes Hole [now Martha’s Vineyard], Massachusetts. Dr. Yale graduated from the Harvard Medical College in 1829 and must have been an expert on venereal diseases as his advice was sought on its treatment in the closing paragraphs of this letter. Perhaps the disease was more prevalent in both Newport, R. I. and Holmes Hole, Mass., due to the high percentage of mariners living in these villages.

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Newport, Rhode Island
June 26, 1842

Dr. Yale, Sir.

Another skirmish has commenced in Providence as the legitimate fruits of the suffrage business which has so long harassed the quietude of this Commonwealth and sent discord and unhappiness into every society and  institution in the state; even the Church and fireside have not escaped its pernicious influence.

Our troops had orders to march to Providence about one o’clock Friday morn and since that time every boat, carr, or carriage of any description has been brought more or less to the scene of the action, and we understand the Governor’s troops are five thousand under arms and waiting orders to march into the midst of Gov. Dorr’s  encampment and dislodge them at once. Col. Bankhead—the commander of the troops at Ft. Adams—has by request of Gov. King, sent to Capt. Tyler to obtain leave to call into requisition U. S. troops on this station to  reinforce ours already in the field.

A caricature representing Dorr’s troops from a pro-charter broadside. [LOC]

This day twenty of Dorr’s men were taken, including his Sec. and a man  with supplies for their army. The artillery company of this town solicited me very earnestly to accompany them on Friday, but it was not quite prudent for me to leave then. Tomorrow is the day appointed to make the  attack and I expect to go up the first boat and, agreeably to their request, accompany our troops with three other Surgeons to render assistance if necessary. The city is under martial law and every avenue is  guarded. If the tears already shed by anxious mothers, wives, and sisters were collected, they might float a ship for ought I can tell. There is this moment before my office no less than four weeping, and as many more  inside.

I expect to be exposed to Dorr’s fire and may be the first victim, but nevertheless where duty calls, I must go, relying on our great Creator and Preserver in every exigency. We have our lives and our honor to  sacrifice, if it must be so, at this shrine—“the cause of our country.” We hope no blood will be shed, but the Officers are determined to treat them as insurgents, by opening fire upon them immediately on our arrival and repeat the same until they surrender as prisoners, give up their arms and quietly submit to the laws of the land.

Professional

We have many cases of venereal [disease], thus far confined to Gon[orrhoea], Glut. Chordee, 1 Glut. Chlam[ydia]. We have  succeeded without difficulty as yet. Will you please to give me, in addition to the information I have from authors and others, your practice in each form – also your opinion of the use of Hyd Mur. Sub. in these cases, and whether you think clapp will produce other forms of venereal (if you consider clap a species of true  syphilis) either in the patient himself or the companion. What form of Sars. do you put for patients, &c, &c. all about  it. You Rx check. We have had one case of midwifery all right—kept cool no trouble.

Remember my best respects to all my friends who may enquire. Truly yours, —S. M. Butler

[to] Dr. L. M. Yale


1 Chordee was variously described as a hardening of the penile shaft or painful, sustained erection. This may represent either priapism or an inflammatory infiltration of the shaft. It was almost always associated with a venereal infection. One treatment was ointment of camphor in brandy and mercury and was obviously a very painful condition; a grain of opium was suggested at bedtime. [Genitourinary medicine and surgery in nelson’s navy, by J. C. Goddard]