Category Archives: 15th Maine Infantry

1863: John B. Wilson to Samantha (Perkins) Wilson

John B. Wilson (1834-1866)

Though only signed “John,” I can safely attribute this letter to John B. Wilson (1834-1866) who served as the captain of Co. H, 15th Maine Infantry. From his letter we learn that he was serving in the Office of the Provost Marshal at Fort Barrancas, Florida, but that he aspired for a change of duty and that he had requested his father to use whatever influence he had with Maine’s new Governor, Abner Coburn, for a change in commission. From another letter that I found for sale written by this same John (signed “John B.”), he hoped for a commission as a surgeon, having been practicing as a physician in Exeter, Maine since 1859. In a history of the 15th Maine, I discovered the following relevant biography: John B. Wilson was transferred for promotion on 15 June 1863 as Surgeon of the 96th USCT in October 1863. He served with distinction as Surgeon in charge of the post hospital at Fort Esperanzas, Texas, and later as Surgeon in Charge of the USA Hospital at Fort Gaines, Florida. He was discharged from the service in January 1865.

John wrote the letter to his wife, the former Samantha (“Sammie”) Tryphosa Perkins (1837-1881). The couple were married in 1860 and their child, Charles Branch Wilson (1861-1941) was born in October 1861. After John’s death in 1866, Sammie married Dr. Atwood Crosby (1838-1883) in 1870.

[Note: This letter is from the private collection of Don Andrew 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

Office of Provost Marshall
Barrancas, Florida 1
April 19th 1863

My darling wife,

Since I last wrote you, a mail has arrived bring me four letters from your dear hand, one of them as late as March 29th. They were read & reread and then took the place in my breast pocket of two received by previous mail which had been so long bosom can perceive as to be scarcely legible. I did not drop old friends, however, who had been worn out in my servies but gave them a good place for the great good they have done.

You can hardly know, Sammie dear, how thankful I feel every time I receive news from you for your continued good health and that of Charlie. Tis generally expected that children shall be ailing more or less but I should judge that he gives little trouble by sick spells. How I should enjoy watching his mischievous pranks that annoy his mother so much (provided he did not play them off at my expense). I sometimes can hardly realize that I have a son a year and a half old. Lieut. [John B.] Nickels told me that he saw him drive poor R___ round the house by his caudal appendage [tail]. Truly your patience must be tried severely.

I was very glad to hear that those things had arrived safely except the gun. I put that gun in the box sent by Capt. Pierce and cannot account for its absence. Twas a nice, double barreled gun for which I would not have taken forty dollars. The china in particular was a subject of anxiety. I am very glad to learn that it came safe. The Barque Kleber of Boston should be in port by the last of this month and then you will receive that sewing machine and contents. I have got a nice arm chair which will take apart and pack up in a small compass that I shall send to father the first opportunity I have and perhaps I may send that small reed organ to you by Kt. Prescott who has resigned and will probably go home. I have not heard yet from the man who owns it but hope to before Lt. goes home.

I should like much to have the handling of some of those who talk treason at home to learn them a lesson that they would not forget for some time. I am glad that the Union men of Waterville have decided to crush out treason in their midst. If all Union men would act in the same way, we should have a more healthy sentiment North. Men who talk treason here find a lodging in my lock up and from there to Fort Pickens is a short journey.

The long roll beat a few minutes since and I have my guard turned out under arms and are awaiting orders from headquarters. Tis probably nothing but some straggler near the pickets. I have to visit Pensacola day after tomorrow with Flag of Truce to carry out a prisoner just released from Fort Pickens so that I shall have the pleasure of seeing some more of my Southern brethren. We have rumors here though southern sources that Charleston has fallen. We trust twill prove true and my own particular design is that not a vestige except ruins is left of that bigoted, thrice accursed city.

The guard have just been dismissed so that I suppose the alarm arose from some trivial cause.

Monday morning. Thus far I had written, Sammie dear, when I was interrupted and obliged to lay aside my letter for the night. The cause of last night’s alarm was the presence of a small body of the enemy who fired on our pickets and then hastily retreated. No one was hurt so far as we know.

I have written to father by this mail concerning his influence. He did not speak in his letter as though he would so much for me with [Gov. Abner] Coburn and consequently I suppose I must be content to bide my time as nothing can be done and am assured of that kind in this Department except through friends at home. Twas so with Gov. Washburn and I presume has suffered no change under Coburn. Tis not the men who are fitted for office but the men who have the most influence to bring upon the Executive who fill the places of trust today.

Today a fine cool sea breeze rustles the paper in which I now write and everything looks inviting. I would, however, that I might search the Northern snows for my Mayflower who blooms alone, awaiting my return. The next mail must bring us some good news, I feel confident, which will cheer us and render the future brighter and bring the distant horizon nearer. Courage, my darling, tis not given to every generation the privilege & shows them loyalty at the peril of their lives. There is a good piece in the Atlantic [Magazine] on the duties of woman in the present crises. There is a vast deal of truth in what that writer says.

Capt. Ranson Newton Pierce, Co. G, 15th Maine Infantry

Our wives, our mothers, our sisters have more of this cause resting upon them than they often imagine. They form public opinion in a great degree and they can encourage a regiment or they can discourage it easily. For your continued patriotism, Sammie darling, I am truly thankful. Sometimes when my duty has been very hard, the thought that my dear wife approved my course has aided me wonderfully. I hope that we shall meet no more to part till the dark shadow shall shroud one of us, not long I trust to be separated from the other. Kiss Charlie for me and remember that thou art enshrined in the heart of thy John.

By the way, I wrapped that gun in that large [ ] bag in the box brought by Capt. R[ansom] N[ewton] Pierce of Rockland, Co. G, 15th Maine Volunteers. If you have not received it, write him and ask what has become of it. — John


1 Fort Barrancas, was built in the 1830s at the location of San Carlos de Antonio, a Spanish fort dating back to the conquistadors. Barrancas stood closest to the naval yard, located on a bluff overlooking the bay.

1862-63: James William Craig to Nancy (Palmer) Craig

The following letters were written by James William Craig (1825-1863), a native of New Brunswick, Canada, who emigrated to Mars Hill, Aroostook county, Maine in the late 1840s with his wife Nancy (Palmer) Craig (1827-1865). In the 1860 US Census, the couple were enumerated with their children in the same household as Chase Gilman.

According to muster rolls, James enlisted on 14 December 1861 to served in Co. E, 15th Maine Infantry. He died at the Barracks General Hospital in New Orleans on 16 December 1863 after two years of service. The surgeon attributed his death to chronic diarrhea.

Copies of the letters are being sent to me by Bryan White and I will add more of them as he sends them to me.

See also—1863: Isaac Dyer to Lydia (Emery) Dyer. Isaac Dyer was theColonel of the 15th Maine Infantry.

Letter 1

Camp Parapet
Carrollton, Louisiana
August the 17th 1862

Dear Wife and Children,

I now take my pen in hand to let you know that I am well at present and hope that these few lines will find you all the same. I am better now than I have been before since I was first taken sick. I feel thankful to the Lord that I am well again and I hope and trust that He will continue my health and return me safe home again to my family. I wrote a letter to you and one to Elizabeth not long ago. I hope you have got them. And I want you to write to me oftener than you have been in the habit of writing. Try and send me a letter once a fortnight between you and the Children.

Last winter I bought a coat and sent it home in Samual Gordon’s chest and he has died a few days ago and the coat is at his Mother’s 5 miles from Fort Fairfield on the road to Presque Isle at the foot of the Whitney Hill and I want you to send up there and get it. It is a fine broadcloth coat labeled J W. Craig, Mars Hill. It is likely that Mrs. Gordon will let you have it if she has not already sent it to you. Let me know the next time you write after you get this letter whether you have got it or not.

Let me know the next time you write what the  people seem to think of the war and the drafting. For my part, I do not have any idea when it will be over. We are same expecting an attack here before long. We have been furnished with new guns—the Enfield rifles. They are a handsomer gun than the ones we had before. They was the Austrian rifle.

I feel a great deal better contented than I did before I got well and I feel thankful that I am well again. And I feel thankful too that God has kept me out of all vile sins and thanks be to his name I do not hanker after any of the lusts of the world and I hope that I will be kept in God’s care and be prepared for death—let it come when it will. I hope these few lines will find you all well and hearty as I am at present. My dear wife and children, Oh may the Lord bless and protect you. I hope and trust in God that we will live to see each other and be a comfort to each other in life yet through the great mercies of our Redeemer.

I have not room to write more at present so goodbye dear wife and children for this time. God bless you. — James W. Craig


1863: Isaac Dyer to Lydia (Emery) Dyer

Col. Isaac Dyer, 15th Maine Infantry (Digital Maine)

The following letters were written by Isaac Dyer (1820-1913) while serving as the Colonel of the 15th Maine Infantry. He entered the service as the Lt. Colonel of his regiment on 17 December 1862 and the following year, after the regiment’s Colonel resigned in disgrace, Dyer was promoted to Colonel and led his men in operations in Louisiana and Texas, and in Virginia in 1864. He was brevetted Brigadier General, US Volunteers on March 13, 1865 for “meritorious services,” and was honorably mustered out on 13 September 1865.

Isaac was married to Lydia Emery in 1851. Their son Albert, mentioned in this letter, was born in 1856. Prior to the war, Isaac was a druggist in Skowhegan, Somerset county, Maine.

It’s humorous to find the Colonel writing details of troop strength and movements to his wife while acknowledging at the same time that this information is forbidden to be communicated.

Some of the Colonel’s traps sold at Heritage Auctions

Letter 1

Headquarters, 15th Maine Volunteers
August 12, 1863

My Dear Wife,

I was glad to receive a letter from [you] of July 27 & 27. It seems as though you were about a 1,000 miles nearer than you have been for the last 8 months. Now if you will only write every week and be sure and put the letter in the office as soon as written, I shall get one every week.

Maj. Drew will start for Main tomorrow after conscripts. I have to stay by the craft. Col. Murray has gone home on a furlough so I am along in my glory. Perhaps I may get a chance some day. My health is very good and courage as usual. I have good quarters in a nice large two-story house close by the river. Plenty of trees and shrubbery and flowers. The weather is pretty warm but we are getting along very well indeed. Some few are troubled with chills and fever.

I am in hopes I shall be allowed to come home this fall but it will be uncertain. I want you and George to do the best you can and settle up all accounts you can. But I don’t want you to worry about matters at all. There is enough to pay all bills and something for a wet day. I want you to dress first rate and go where you please. I don’t believe anybody will thank you for borrowing any trouble. Be careful, be courageous, be spunky.

Maj. Drew and Lady will call and see you so you must put on the best of smiles and that new dress that you are going to get for my benefit.

Well, hoes does Master Albert and his dog Victor get along? Which gets tired first? How tall is Albert? Is he 8 years old this fall or 7? I have forgotten. I expect he is a great boy and can read smart. Can’t he write me a letter? Can he print letters?

But the post master is waiting for this letter and I must close. Be a good girl and keep up the best of courage. I sold a horse for 300. The man could not raise the money as he expected so I had to take him back. I hope to save something by my horses yet. I have been pretty lucky in that direction. Kisses for you and Albert. Goodbye, — Isaac

My regards to my friends.


Letter 2

New Orleans [Louisiana]
September 4, 1863

My Dear Wife,

I have just returned from Carrollton from witnessing a review of the 13th Army Corps (Gen. Grant’s). I assure you, it was a big sight. (There [were] 47 regiments infantry, 15 batteries, and a lot of cavalry, but this you must not mention as it is against regulations).

Look out for big news in a few weeks. The 9th Connecticut, 12th, 13th, and 15th Maine, and 1st Louisiana are to take charge of the City of New Orleans and suburbs, so we shan’t see much fighting at present. (Now, while I am writing, steamboats loaded with soldiers are pushing down by. This also contraband).

I am I hopes we shall all be allowed to go home by next spring for it looks as though the rebels would be cleaned out this fall.

Well we all want to see the end of this business for our New England has attractions superior to the Sunny South. We love civilization to barbarism and the luxuries of the North are far superior to the South.

I have not time to write much now. I suppose you have seen May Drew before this time. I have received the box of boots and box of pants all right. All has been received except the box lost on the Marion.

Love tall. Kiss Albert. — Isaac