Category Archives: 14th New Hampshire Infantry

1864: Samuel Augustus Duncan to James Graham Gardiner

Samuel Augustus Duncan

The following letter was written by Samuel Augustus Duncan who began his service in the Civil War as Major of the 14th New Hampshire Infantry Regiment and was later commissioned the Colonel of the 4th U.S. Colored Troops (USCT) Infantry Regiment. He was brevetted Brigadier General, US Volunteers on October 28, 1864 for “gallant and meritorious services in the attack upon the enemy’s works at Spring Hill, Va.” On March 13, 1865 he was brevetted Major General, US Volunteers for “gallant and meritorious services during the war.” After the end of the conflict he became a patent lawyer, and served as Assistant United States Commissioner of Patents from 1870 to 1872.

Duncan’s letter is primarily focused on the treatment and care provided to Col. Alexander Gardner (1833-1864), 14th New Hampshire Infantry, following his mortal wounds sustained at the Battle of 3rd Winchester (or Opequon) on September 19, 1864. It can be inferred from the correspondence that the Gardner family harbored resentment toward the regimental surgeon, Dr. William Henry Thayer, for his inability to preserve the colonel’s life. Nevertheless, Duncan offers a robust defense of the doctor’s decisions and actions during in the aftermath of the battle.

Samuel wrote the letter to James “Graham” Gardiner who served as an adjutant to Samuel in the 4th USCT but who resigned following the death of his brother Alexander as he was the only surviving son in the family.

See also—1864: Alexander Gardiner to Ira Colby

Referring to the Battle of New Market Heights, Samuel wrote, “that was a terrible morning. It is not often that troops are called upon to enter such a murderous fire as was that. Even now I fail to comprehend the policy of putting us into it as we did go in. The affair might have been more successfully managed with less loss of life. Did you before leaving the Brigade hear this feature of it talked over any? I cannot see how any of us came out of that fight alive. How I ever got back from the skirmish line unharmed, mounted as I was, is a mystery.”

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

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

Meriden, New Hampshire
December 9th 1864

My dear Gardiner,

I trust that you will pardon my long silence but really I have found but little to write about since I have been at home, I passed through New York on my route from Fort Monroe on the 7th of November, but as I was very anxious to reach home in season to vote—and was even running some risk i order to do it by starting so early from the hospital—I found it impossible to stop at your Mother’s in pursuance of your kind invitation. I had intended to leave Fort Monroe a day or two earlier than I did in order to have time to visit you & your friend in New York, but unpleasant weather obliged me to delay until the very last moment. This necessity I regretted exceedingly as I esteemed it a duty, as well as a sad pleasure to visit the afflicted friends of him whose acquaintance & friendship I had always prized most highly while he lived, and whose memory now that he has been called away is treasured up among the most valued recollections of the past.

Do not fail to extend to your respected Mother, to that stricken sister with whose acquaintance I am honored, & to the other members of the household, renewed assurances of my profoundest sympathy with them in the great sacrifice which the country called for in the life of Col. Alexander Gardiner.

I was pained more than words can tell by your intimation that there was a withholding of medical skill and kindly attention by the surgeon which is all the more astounding in view of the great intimacy, the apparently high respect & fixed friendship that always subsisted between your brother and Dr. [William Henry] Thayer. 1 My confidence in human kind would receive a terrible shock if called upon to believe that the Dr. willfully neglected Alexander in his days of helplessness & suffering after having been the recipient from him of many favors and of steadfast friendship for two years. I should be at a loss for a theory by which to account for such anomalous conduct. No words of detestation would be strong enough to characterize the meanness to say nothing of the inhumanity of such a course.

Is it not more probable that his friends who were present & who of course clung to him with all the fondness with which a Mother’s affection or a sister’s love can enfold their most cherished earthly friend, failed to realize until the last what the Dr. in a recent letter to me says it was apparent to himself and other skillful surgeons whom he called in council from the first, viz. that the Colonel’s wounds were necessarily of a mortal character. and , failing to realize this fact, easily and almost naturally formed wrong ideas respecting the course of treatment which was actually adopted, and which was sanctioned by the consulted surgeons of acknowledged skill.

Of course this would not excuse any inattention or lack of friendly ministration that could prolong life or assuage pain & could be given consistently with the manifold imperative duties that at such a time & in such an emergency tax a surgeon’s time and energies to their utmost capacity.

I can but hope that you and all your friends in forming your final estimates in this matter will give due prominence to the multifarious and distracting cares that fall to a surgeon’s lot after a great battle as well as to the repeated consultations which Dr. Thayer had about your brother with other prominent surgeons, and especially to the peculiarly intimate relation which had always subsisted between the surgeon and his patient, and it would be a great relief to me, I assure you, could I know that such a belief at last obtains among those who were present by your brother’s bed, as will notdo violence to thoserelations of intimacy and warmest friendship.

Dr. Thayer writes that he has sent the Colonel’s widow at her request a full account of the nature of his wounds & treatment. I am glad that he has done so. Doubtless you have seen that account ere this. If so, I presume that the letter which I have could add little of information, and yet if you would like to see it, I will forward it to you. I do really think that it sets forth the Dr.’s inner feeling in the case more explicitly than it might be proper for him to express them in a letter to Mrs. Gardiner, whom he has known for so short a time only. For that reason it may be a satisfaction to you to see it, as I assure you it has been to me, His assertion that he would have preferred dismissal from the service rather than leave the Colonel in the hands of others—that in fact he had made up his mind to remain with his friend so long as life remained, even at the sacrifice of his official position, if that need be, I believe entitled to credit. Might not such a resolve to weigh much in the forming of any judgment of the Dr.’s treatment of the case.

By this time I suppose that our Division has been incorporated into the 25th Corps under Gen. Weitzel. A recent letter from Col. [John Worthington] Ames [of the 6th USCT] represents him as well. Buckman is A.A.A.G.; Appleton of the 4th A.A.A. G.; Chamberlain of the 6th, Aide-de-Camp; and Spaulding of the 2nd Cavalry. Commissary–Wilber is still Quartermaster. The Colonel says that he recently rode over the battleground of New Market Heights [and] that everything there is so changed that he could hardly recognize the place. Troops are encamped all around, and all the trees in the vicinity have been felled and consumed. Gardiner, that was a terrible morning. It is not often that troops are called upon to enter such a murderous fire as was that. Even now I fail to comprehend the policy of putting us into it as we did go in. The affair might have been more successfully managed with less loss of life. Did you before leaving the Brigade hear this feature of it talked over any? I cannot see how any of us came out of that fight alive. How I ever got back from the skirmish line unharmed, mounted as I was, is a mystery. But believe me, my dear fellow, my thoughts that morning were not for myself half so much as for you. In the heat of the battle, I reproached myself, as my mind went out to that scene of suffering at Winchester and glanced at the probable fate hanging over your dear brother—if in fact he were then alive—for having allowed you to encounter the perils of that hour. Had harm befallen you, I know not how I could have reconciled your friends to my instrumentality in having drawn you into the service.

I would most gladly have spared you the anguish of that battle scene—anguish not from fear occasioned by appalling terrors that encompassed us, for I do not believe that you would shrink in the presence of danger however great, but by reason of your consciousness, the necessarily kindled into unwonted life, that after Alexander you would be the sole surviving son of your Mother on whom her hopes and affections would center more and more as other supports should be withdrawn. My own wound was forgotten in my joy at your safety.

And then I felt too that had a reasonably generous spirit been manifested by one who had the power, you would have been on your way to carry aid and comfort to your brother instead of being subjected to that ordeal. What pit ’tis that so much gaul should be found in men’s composition that they cannot lend a respectful ear to a reasonable request!

I cannot blame you should your recollections of your former superior officers be other than the most pleasant.

When I left the hospital (Nov. 5th), Lt. Pratt was very low. His case seemed hopeless. His wife was with him & was very calm & resigned, but Col. Ames now writes that Pratt has “weathered the storm” and will recover. I hope so, certainly, for he is a pleasant & companionable officer. But poor Vannays [?] we shall see no more. I think the commander–his staff of the 3rd Brigade—should be satisfied with their record of exposure to danger that day.

I am getting on well. Can walk a little in the house with a cane, but it is very slow and awkward work. Shall probably leave for Annapolis soon after the 1st of January, although it will be two months before I can return to the field.

[Col.] Ames [of the 6th USCT] writes that the “Canal” is a humbug still. It will not be near completion this year. It has among other novelties an old dredging machine sunk in the middle of it. Our men are all out of it. Thanks for that. It has cost Butler a good deal to make a Brigadier out of the Superintending Genius of the [Dutch Gap] Canal.

USCTs at work in the Dutch Gap Canal  (Library of Congress). In August 1864, Gen. Benjamin F. Butler, commander of the Army of the James, ordered that a ditch or canal be dug across the narrow neck of land here to enable Union gunboats to evade Confederate batteries on the James River. Under brutal conditions and occasional Confederate sniper and artillery fire, Union soldiers from the 116th and 169th New York volunteers but mostly from the 4th, 6th, 10th, 36th, 38th, and 100th regiments of the US Colored Troops regiments were given the task.

I hope that you are not suffering from the ague acquired on the James [river]. My diarrhea has troubled me much since I came home. Now, my dear Gardiner, if I can at any time be of any service to you, I am yours to command. Should you ever incline to reenter the service, I could doubtless assist you, and it would be a great pleasure to me to have you near me. My sorest regret connected with your resignation, aside from the sad circumstances that called for it. was that I should be deprived of your services and the pleasure of your society. It is but right that you should know that my regret was generally shared by those who had come to know you.

Again, please present my warmest regards to your friends. Letters from you will always be welcome. Cordially, your friend, — Sam’l A. Duncan


Dr. William H. Thayer’s Letters

1 William Henry Thayer began his military career as a medical officer in the 14th New Hampshire Volunteer Infantry. He was appointed Medical Inspector in November, 1863, and served in that capacity until January, 1864. He earned the promotion to Surgeon-in-Chief in February, 1865. Thayer’s letters sold at auction in 2007 with dates from January 3, 1864 to March 10, 1865, written from various locations between Washington D.C. and Savannah, and ranging in length from one to 15 pages. They were pasted to the pages of the scrapbook in chronological order. The correspondence began in Concord, where Dr. Thayer wrote to his wife after being “…so fully occupied with my duties that I could not get through with my reports, & instructions for the medical officers…” One of the more interesting letters includes his account of meeting President and Mrs. Lincoln on a Saturday trip to the White House. Upon seeing the exhausted President, Thayer wrote that “…Mr. L was near the door, looking so haggard…” Later, Dr. Thayer related his experience after gaining a private audience with the President, and reiterates that Lincoln looked “very thin and hollow-eyed.”

1864: Alexander Gardiner to Ira Colby

Colonel Alexander Gardiner, 14th New Hampshire Inf.

The following letter was written by Alexander Gardiner (1833-1864), the son of James Dempster Gardiner (1806-1853) and Emeline Graham (1806-1872) of Catskill, Greene county, New York. He practiced law in New York City for a while, and from there he moved to Osawatomie, Kansas, in 1856 with the intention of publishing a free state newspaper but was foiled by pro-slavery men before he published his first issue. He was married to Mary Powers Cooper (1834-1898) in 1859 in Croydon, New Hampshire and then settled in 1859 Claremont, N. H. In 1863 he joined the 14th New Hampshire Volunteers as adjutant and later became its Colonel. He was killed in action on 7 October 1864 in the Battle of Winchester. Gardiner was made Brigadier General by Brevet on 18 April 1867.

This letter is from the personal collection of Jim Doncaster and was transcribed and published on Spared & Shared by express consent.

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Addressed to Ira Colby, Jr., Esq., Claremont, New Hampshire

Headquarters 14th New Hampshire Vols.
Harpers Ferry, West Virginia
February 13th 1864

My Friend Colby,

I received a letter from Freem. last evening dated 8th inst. As I wrote to him early in the week informing him in relation to some matters of which he now inquires, and as I had designed writing to you at this time, I will let this serve as a letter to you and as an acknowledgement of his communication. First and most important, I wish to ask you to look after the check list and see that Coopers, Vaughans, and my own name is upon it for I think it quite probable that we may all be home to vote at March meeting, although of course in the army nothing is certain. When I was home last, someone intimated to me that I was not a voter in Claremont because my family were in Croydon. If I have not a right to vote in Claremont, then no one has. I am a resident of Claremont today as much as I ever was. All my books, harness, sleigh, wash-tub and cooking stove remain in Claremont. My family are in Croydon awaiting my return to Clarement, and from the day I first settled there nearly five years ago, I have never had any other home of my own and no present intention of having any other. I have no idea [if] they would let me vote in Croydon and I certainly have no desire to do so.

Unless something new turns up, we expect to remain in this vicinity towards April and hten to be off to New Orleans to which place we are still under orders. I don’t like the idea of going so far from home but then I find that my wishes and desires are not very likely to be consulted and so I try and make the best of it.

Please tell Freeman that I have no desire to purchase the house occupied by Walter Smith unless it can be got at a bargain sufficient to make it worth while.

Success to the “Young Men’s Working Club.” Anything that has Young Men about it I am in for strong. Joe Weber, Ed Baker and all the other “old fogies” to the contrary, notwithstanding. Tell Freem. to say to Mr. Putnam that I wish he would let the office, by all means, if he has an opportunity. The books and cases I should prefer to be stored or put in your office unless they are perfectly safe where they are and Mr. Walker consents to have these remain which belong to him.

This is an awful Department for bushwhacking, scouts and small excitement. Yesterday morning the train going north to Cumberland was thrown from the track and the passengers rolled. The same night a party came within half a mile of Snicker’s Gap where a picket from our regiment was stationed and did some slight stealing in the way of horses. We have nearly 200 men some 10 miles up the Shenandoah on picket since yesterday. I understand tonight that part of them have gone out further with cavalry and artillery after some of the thieving dogs. Sweet chase is it not? Infantrymen vs. horsemen.

Col. Wilson came up Thursday morning and I was happily ready to turn over to him everything that I took from Washington and all in good condition, but he was not much better than when we left him and at his request I continue in command.

I wish, my dear fellow, that you would come out and make us a visit. You shall have my best horse to ride and I will promise to try hard and make it pleasant for you. Won’t you come? Remember me kindly to my friend Freem. and believe me to be your sincere and grateful friend, — Alexander Gardiner

Ira Colby, Jr., Esq.

P. S. Isn’t is a burning shame that such a “Poodle” as Ben Tucker Hutchins is appointed Lt. Col. of the new cavalry regt. in New Hampshire while hard working, brave, faithful Ed Vaughan with more manhood in his little finger than Ben has in his whole body is left a simple Lieutenant?

9 p.m. Just closing this letter when I received orders to proceed forthwith to Washington. — A. G.

1864: John Warner Sturtevant to Isabelle (Litchfield) Sturtevant

The following letter was written by John Warner Sturtevant (1840-1892) the son of Luther Sturtevant, Jr. (1803-1872) and Isabelle Litchfield (1810-1905) of Keene, Cheshire county, New Hampshire. At the outbreak of the Civil War, John was working as a clerk in Tilden’s bookstore in Keene.

In August 1862, he enlisted in the 14th New Hampshire Regiment and went to the front as a sergeant in Co. G. He performed gallant service, was badly wounded at the Battle of Opequan (gunshot wound left leg, right arm hurt by shell), and was mustered out in 1865 with the rank of captain. For two years after the war he was in business in Beaufort, South Carolina, but returned to Keene in the spring of 1867 and purchased an interest in the bookstore where he was formerly engaged as clerk. He served as the town clerk of Keene in 1869 until its incorporation as a city in 1874. He was a member of the State Legislature in 1876, 1877, and 1885.

John W. Sturtevant  married Clara, daughter of Charles Chase of Keene in January 1871.

See also—1864: John Warner Sturtevant to Family on S&S 17.

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Addressed to Mrs. I. L. Sturtevant, Keene, New Hampshire

Camp 14th New Hampshire Volunteers
1st Brigade, 2nd Division, 19th Army Corps
Berryville, Virginia
September 18th 1864

Dear Friends at Home,

Two years ago today I bid you “goodbye” and went into camp at Concord. One year ago today I came home again on my first furlough. How rapidly time slips by. The other year will soon be gone and long before that comes I hope all necessity for our being here will be removed. It’s Sunday & we have the prospect of a quiet day—the first I have seen for some time. The chaplain of the 9th Connecticut (Irish) holds Catholic services this morning at 9 to which all the Irish will of course go this p.m. Rev. Mr. Little of the 1st Vermont will hold exercises in our grove. The rain prevented the exercises last Sunday.

Our Sunday morning inspection’s over and I propose to write, read and sleep the remainder of the day, attending the services this p.m., though I have broken off my rest a good deal of late, and have had so much tto do daytimes that I could not find time to sleep.

Last night somebody fired five or six shots on the picket line about one o’clock and they got all the officers out and kept us on the alert for an hour or two, and then up again at 4 o’clock this morning. It turned out to be nothing but our pickets killing a sheep or something of that kind. This morning one of the men who was on picket came along with a quarter of splendid mutton to see which I bought for $1 and after reserving what Jesse and I wanted, we sold the remainder for $1. We call that “strategy” and say it was formed on a military necessity for we were short of meat and short of funds. The commissary has had some potatoes & onions which I have lived on chiefly of late. I had a soup this morning which was elegant. When it does not rain, I like to do my own cooking but rainy days I generally go hungry. I am trying to get a colored servant but they are scarce about here.

Friday we had a Brigade Drill of four hours duration. We all liked it but got pretty tired. Yesterday was our Monthly Inspection by the Brigade Inspector. He was a long while at it and gave us a thorough looking at. He decided as usual that “G” was rather ahead of anything in the regiment. After the inspection was over the Inspector sent to me to send to Gen. [ ] Sergt. Law of my company with his gun. It appears that the Inspector had made a bet that Law’s gun was the cleanest and best looking gun in the Division & had sent all around to the best regiments for their best guns. They sent them in & the General made his examination but could not find one that would compare with Sergt. L’s and so gave up the bet.

[Co.] G has always stood unrivaled for her guns & I mean she always shall. We had 14 new recruits join us from Concord yesterday. They all joined Company H which was the smallest company in the regiment.

Quartermaster Webster returned from Nash. last night. He saw Raish Friday night. Said he was well. There is nothing new in the regiment since last I wrote. Everybody seems to be in better condition & spirits than they have been for a long time. I certainly am. Jim Russell came Friday. Told me that things were pretty “Coppery” in K. He was glad to get back. Gen. Grant was here yesterday and I did not see him. Shall write you twice or three times a week as long as we remain here. Love to all. Ever your affectionate son, — Jno.

1865: Thomas L. Scriven to Edwin Holmes

The following letter was written by Thomas L. Scriven (1840-1904), the son of Joseph and Nancy Scriven of Rennsselaer county, New York. According to census records, Thomas was born in New York State so how he came to enter the service for the State of New Hampshire remains a mystery though the records of that regiment may provide us with a clue. According to the muster rolls of Co. H, 14th New Hampshire—the company in which Thomas served—he was born in Canada. My hunch is that Thomas went to Canada to avoid the draft and then decided later to enter the war as a substitute, for which he would receive a $300 or more bounty. He entered the 14th New Hampshire on 30 July 1864. He mustered out of the regiment at Savannah in July 1865.

I could not find an image of Thomas but here is a CDV of David S. Corser who served in the same company with Thomas and mustered out at the same time. (Dave Morin Collection)

Thomas wrote the letter from Savannah which he termed “a mean place.” To understand why he might say so, we turn to the regimental history which informs us that, “When the Fourteenth entered Savannah, Sherman’s army was leaving it; the inhabitants bitterly hating the ‘Yankee bummers.’ The city was in a peculiar condition. Terror, hate, foreboding, were sentiments which predominated among the inhabitants at first. The civil government was entirely superseded: the city was taken entirely out of the hands of its inhabitants, and was governed by military officials throughout…Not a citizen of Savannah had a store or shop open: the trading was all done by permits from the commanding general; business of every kind was dead; and the railroad communication had been destroyed by Rebel and by Union troops, from opposite motives…The Fourteenth was at once assigned tp provost-duty…[The regiment was] quartered in a building in the heart of the city until the last of February when it went into camp in stockaded A tents, in a railroad cotton-yard west of the city. It was also relieved of all special duty in the city at the same time.”

The most disturbing sentence in Thomas’s letter reads as follows: “Our folks are building a fort through a grave yard and digging up the dead bodies and throwing them into the works.” The regimental history states that the 14th New Hampshire were put to work in March 1865 rebuilding the Confederate breastworks that were east of the city about two miles. One of the forts in this line of works was Fort Brown which happened to be near the Catholic cemetery, established in 1853. (see Hillcrest Abbey Roman Catholic Cemetery near Skidaway Road and East Gwinnett Street). The website of this cemetery informs us that “after the surrender of the city on November 23, 1864. Sherman ordered fortifications to be built, a project which removed cemetery fences, leaving it open to vandalism and theft. During this time many graves were desecrated by troops. The Sisters of Mercy, with the assistance of local women, rescued the remains of two bishops, two priests, and four sisters. It was only in 1867, after Bishop Augustin Verot urged President Andrew Johnson and Edwin M. Stanton (Secretary of War) to restore the Cemetery to its former state, that they were reinterred.”

The line of breastworks (in red) east and south constructed in an arc two miles outside of Savannah. These were constructed by Confederates but shored up by Union troops in March 1865.

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Addressed to Mr. Edwin Holmes, South Petersburg, Rensselaer county, New York

Savannah, Georgia
March 27, 1865

Friend Edwin,

I am as well as usual and I hope this sheet will find youy the same. Please write and let me know how town meeting went off. I wish I could have been there to seen [it].

The 24th of this month I saw some peas about eight inches high. Some of the soldiers think the war is going to close next fall. I have written two letters before this to you and I would like to know the reason why you do not write a letter to me. I like to be a soldier well enough but I do not like shouldering arms quite so well.

This is a mean place. Our folks are building a fort through a grave yard and digging up the dead bodies and throwing them into the works. 1

We have not got paid off yet but expect to be soon and if you want to take my money and take care of it for me, write and let me know. I have written to Dr. Allen about it but I have not heard from him yet. If you take care of it, don’t let anybody have a cent of it unless you have an order from me.

The time goes off rather lonesome with me but I see some prospects of the war a closing next fall . As there is nothing going on here, I will draw to a close by saying goodbye. write soon.

Direct your letters to Thomas L. Scriven, Co. H, 14th Regt. N. H. Vols, 1st Brigade, 2nd Division, 19th Army Corps, Savannah, Georgia


1 The only possible reference to the construction of a “fort” or “works” in or near Savannah in March 1865 appears on page 332 of the Regimental History by Francis H. Buffum. It reads, “On the 21st [March], fatigue-details from the regiment began work on the defenses two miles east of the city. The immense half-moon breastworks of the Rebels were deemed inadequate, and a desperate attempt to recover Savannah to the Confederacy was among the possibilities to be provided for.”

1863: Frank Tileston Barker to Warren Snow Barrows

The following letter was written by Capt. Frank Tileston Barker (1838-1890), the son of Tileston Adam Barker (1807-1879) and Semira Albee (1810-1891) of Westmoreland, Cheshire county, New Hampshire. Frank’s father, Tileston, served as Captain of the Westmoreland Light Infantry or “Old West Light” between 1847-1857. In the Civil War, Tileston was commissioned Captain of Co. A, 2nd NH Volunteers and fought in the Battle of Bull Run. Later he accepted a promotion to serve as the Lt. Colonel of 14th New Hampshire Regiment. After the war he served as NH state senator 1871-1873.

Frank Barker also served in the 14th New Hampshire, enlisting on 31 August 1862 as a private and receiving his commission as captain of Co. A on 9 October 1862. He survived the war, mustering out on 27 April 1864.

During the time that Frank was in the regiment, they were assigned duty as guards on the Upper Potomac, in the Defenses of Washington D. C, and at Camp Parapet near New Orleans. The regiment took part in a couple dozen engagements before the war ended but not until late July 1864 at Deep Bottom, Virginia.

Frank wrote the letter to Warren Snow Barrows (1824-1888) of Hinsdale, Cheshire county, New Hampshire. Warren was an active member of the Democratic Party in Hinsdale and served as chairman of the Board of Selectmen for many years. One of his last duties in the town was as depot master. See also—1863: Andrew Russell Barrows to Warren Snow Barrows.

To read letters written by other members of the 14th New Hampshire that I have transcribed and published on Spared & Shared, see:

John Amsden, Co. A, 14th New Hampshire (1 Letter)
Alonzo C. Packard, Co. A, 14th New Hampshire (1 Letter)
Otis G. Cilley, Co. D, 14th New Hampshire (1 Letter)
Henry Calvin Day, Co. D, 14th New Hampshire (1 Letter)
George W. March, Co. D, 14th New Hampshire (1 Letter)
Austin Abel Spaulding, Co. G, 14th New Hampshire (6 Letters)
Leonard Erastus Spaulding, Co. G, 14th New Hampshire (13 Letters)
John Warner Sturtevant, Co. G, 14th New Hampshire (3 Letters)
Daniel Colby Currier, Co. I, 14th New Hampshire (3 Letters)
Daniel Colby Currier, Co. I, 14th New Hampshire (1 Letter)

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Addressed to Warren S. Barrows, Esq., Hinsdale, New Hampshire

“Camp Adirondack”
Washington D. C.
May 6th 1863

Friend Barrows,

For many a day I have been thinking about writing you, and have at last attempted the undertaking. I suppose you have kept posted in regard to the movements of the 14th, being so many of the boys in the regiment [are] from Hinsdale. Poolesville [MD] was our residence during the past winter. From there five companies were ordered down the Potomac eight or ten miles but did not remain long before we was ordered to Washington where we now remain, doing nothing but acting as an escort to dead generals. How long we shall remain here is very uncertain.

“I suppose the North is all wrought up with excitement from the Army of the Potomac. Well they might be for a battle more “terrific” than ever was fought before on this side the Atlantic is going on near Fredericksburg and I hope the result will be such as to cause every loyal men to thank God for a stunning victory. A right damn thrashing of the Rebels by Hooker would be the grandest thing that could happen to this Nation and I pray that such may be the case.”

—Capt. Frank T. Barker, 14th New Hampshire, 6 May 1863

Judging from the thundering Hooker is making down the Rappahannock, I should presume our stay here would be short and sweet. I suppose the North is all wrought up with excitement from the Army of the Potomac. Well they might be for a battle more “terrific” than ever was fought before on this side the Atlantic is going on near Fredericksburg and I hope the result will be such as to cause every loyal men to thank God for a stunning victory. A right damn thrashing of the Rebels by Hooker would be the grandest thing that could happen to this Nation and I pray that such may be the case.

That there is not so many rebels in arms as there was a few days ago I know because they are coming in here as prisoners every day conducted by as many federal “bayonets” as is necessary to make them march through the “Yankee Capitol.” They do not look much as our soldiers so and one reason is because they have no uniform, They look more like “beggars” than soldiers, but there is no use of saying that they can’t fight.

How is public opinion up North? same as usual, I suppose—are death on the war and go in for settling this thing on “paper?” Better use the paper for wadding than to sit down and rough out a compromise on it. The time has not yet come and never will in my opinion when this government should kneel down and ask or even accept a “compromise” from such an enemy as oppose us—certainly not until every man is made a cripple and nothing is left to make him a staff. I have reason to believe that you sustain this war. I am glad it is so. It is sad that there is so many at the North that prefer power and party to country, government, and law. I can look over the errors of my rulers for I believe they are honest. I have no fear of the future of this country. It’s greatness and its glory will be ten fold more than it has ever been, “When war shall be no more.”

My health is good—much better than when I was on the Ashnelet. Father is quite well though damp weather gives him a touch of the rheumatism. I should be pleased to hear from you when convenient. Please accept for yourself and family my best wishes and believe me your friend, — Frank T. Barker