Category Archives: 131st Pennsylvania Infantry

1862: Harry Miller to J. T. Miller

This letter was written by Harry Miller (b. 1844) who enlisted in late July 1862 to served as a private in Co. A, 131st Pennsylvania Volunteers—a 9-month’s regiment that served from August 1862 to 23 May 1863 and participated in Burnside’s Mud March and the Chancellorsville Campaign.

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Addressed to Mr. J. T. Miller, Laurelton, Union county, Pennsylvania

Camp near Alexandria [Virginia]
August 28, [1862]

Dear Brother,

Once more I am permitted through the goodness of God to drop you a few lines in good health, hoping that you are the same. Last evening the 27th of August, we got orders to leave in one hours time. We left Camp Chase at dusk, had a march of 6 miles which we made till 9 o’clock, though we did not know where we were going until we pitched our tents which we did this morning. We are now about 1 mile from Alexandria on a beautiful sod and along the Potomac and at the side of the railroad.

Some of the boys got sick when the orders came to leave for fear they were going to be put in a battle. Our whole brigade had nothing to defend ourselves [with] but the bayonet.

Our boys are all well but [Sergt.] Foster Halfpenny got sick last night. Day before he was out of camp all day and got as drunk as a hog, and then on the march, he had nothing to drink and he got sick. Don’t tell any of the folks how he got sick.

Further, this is the 29th of August before breakfast. I have seated myself to finish my letter. Last evening Samuel Betz was in our tent. He just came from Manassas day before. There were attacked by a heavy force of rebels and they skedaddled. The lost their tents and 6 cannons but the cannons were retaken. There were only one thousand and some of them are not accounted for.

Taner, I was out to Alexandria last evening and I heard that the regiment that my brother was in was laying one mile from our camp. This made me leap and holler for joy and this morning I am going up to see him. But it is against the rules for any man to leave camp but I think I have got a plan that will take me through.

I must now close by asking you to give my best wishes to all my friends. Direct to Co. A, 131st Regt. Pennsylvania Volunteers, Washington D. C. in care of Capt. J[acob] M. Moyer, Col. [Peter H.] Allabach, Commander

1862: Martin Conley to Samuel Welles

I couldn’t find a photograph of Martin but here’s a cdv of Russell Levan who served in Co. D, 131st Pennsylvania. Posted on Civil War Faces by Ryan Lindbüchler in July 2013

The following letter was written by Martin Conley (1831-1906) of Co. D, 131st Pennsylvania Infantry, a nine-months regiment that was formed in the fall of 1862. Co. D was recruited primarily in Northumberland county—Lewistown and vicinity. Martin was among those who enlisted at Lewistown and served from August 12, 1862 until 23 May 1863. During this time the regiment participated in the Battle of Fredericksburg, Burnside’s Mud March, and the Battle of Chancellorsville. The regiment lost during its service 2 officers and 36 enlisted men killed and mortally wounded ,and 1 officer and 44 enlisted men by disease.

Martin was the son of James Conley and Sarah Delilah Lepley—all born in Ireland and emigrated to the United States about 1850.

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Camp near Warrenton [Virginia]
November 13th 1862

Dear Friend Sam,

I seat myself down to answer your most welcome letter which was duly received today. This letter found me well and enjoying the pleasures of war. I hope that those few lines may find you all enjoying the greatest of pleasure that life can afford.

You stated that Thomas was shot at the Battle of Antietam. I had not heard that Thomas was killed until I got the letter. It made me feel very sorry when I heard it. In the army, it is very hard getting along. Since I have been in the service, I have seen some pretty hard sights—men lying over the [battle] field and no attention paid to them at all. I heard that John was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel but I heard since that he was going to be Colonel altogether. I hope he is. I would not care if they would promote me to be something else than privacy.

“I have not been in a battle yet nor don’t want to get in one vary soon. The reason i don’t want to get in one is because they shoot at a fellow. But if i have to i will do all i can for my courntry.”

— Martin Conley, Co. D, 131st Pennsylvania, 13 November 1862

I have not been in a battle yet nor don’t want to get in one very soon. The reason I don’t want to get in one is because they shoot at a fellow. But if I have to, I will do all I can for my country.

I wish I was there to get a share of those potatoes and turnips. I well believe that I would be well fed. I would like some apple butter too for i know it is nice. I will tell you what we have to eat. It is hard crackers and black coffee and a little meat and sometimes bean soup. It is pretty hard living for a fellow thats had good living all his life time.

Sam, I want you to get me a good pair of boots made and send them to me. I suppose sevens would be about right. We need them pretty big for we have mud and water to wade. We have been marching for about a week.

We left Sharpsburg on the 31st and are still under marching orders. I tell you that march set pretty hard on me for I had a big knapsack to carry. But I got along as well as I could. I did not get the money for them clothes and if you can get it, I wish you would. The clothes was too cheap, I know, but I can’t help it. Try and get the money for me if you can. I told you I would be back, Sam, but if I live in six months, I will come if that suits you. You know I can’t come sooner for I am under Uncle Sam and he won’t let me go soon.

I must bring my letter to a close for it is supper time. I got a letter from my sister and if I don’t happen to get home, you can send my money to my sister. When I get paid, I will send you the rest of my money. This is the directions how to write to my sister. Bridgeport P. O., Widen River, New Jersey. Her name is Lurensa Robbins.

Answer soon, — Martin Conley

[to] Samuel Welles