Category Archives: 1st Michigan Engineers & Mechanics

1864: Philo Newton Fox to Louisa Maria (Newton) Fox

Philo “Newton” Fox (1847-1893)

The following letters were written by Philo Newton Fox (1847-1893), the oldest son of Perrin Veber Fox (1821-1910) and Louisa Maria Newton (1823-1901). He served with his father in the 1st Michigan Engineers & Mechanics, entering Co. D as a private in late December 1863 and transferring into the US Veteran Volunteer Engineers in mid-August 1864 as a sergeant major.

In 2024, I transcribed three letters by Newton’s father, Perrin Veber Fox. Those letters can be found here—1861-63: Perrin Veber Fox to his Wife.

Letter 1

1st Michigan Engineers & Mechanics Headquarters
Bridgeport, Alabama, May 10th 1864

Dear Mother,

It is a rainy, dismal, disagreeable day and I will improve the time by writing to you. I really don’t know when I shall get my pay but it will [be] before long, I hope. The pay master has gone to Chattanooga to pay Co’s. B, C, D, & K and on his way back he will stop with the rolls and I will get mine. But the trouble is I want to go to Stevenson and if I do, he may come here and go again and I know nothing about it. I guess it will come out all right in the end and I guess I will go by the old adage, “Patient waiting is no loss.”

Just before payday, the sutler (C. F. Miller, the one who used to be adjutant) got forty boxes of whiskey and since pay day, many foolish men and boys give 3 & 4 dollars a bottle for it. Although the bottle has been many times offered to me, not a drop of the cursed stuff has passed my lips and already I have got the name of being temperate which is in the army more honorable than to have shoulder straps, my way of thinking.

I wrote a long letter to Eddie a day or two ago and enclosed a note to you and the day before I wrote you a letter so you are hearing from me quite often. There is no news to write. Father & I are well and please excuse brevity as I don’t feel like writing today. With much love to you and Eddie. I remain your son, — Newton P. Fix

to Mother


Letter 2

Headquarters 1st Michigan Engineers & Mechanics
Bridgeport, [Alabama] May 20th 1864

Dear Mother,

I wrote to you only a few days ago but I thought a letter would always be acceptable so I will write again. I have not had a letter from you for some time. I wish you would try and write as often as I do—two or three times a week. When I left off last I went to see a Brigade review of the 1st Brigade, 12th Army Corps. Some of the regiments were very small. One in particular I noticed did not have more than 200 men but their flag was covered with the names of the hardest fought battles of the war, both on the Potomac & out here. The little band of battle-scarred heroes looked as proud and as contented as the other regiments who had not lost so many. Who shall number the precious lives that have ben laid on our country’s altar and who shall mete out vengeance to the leaders who have led our southern states into the war?

Wallace has not succeeded as well as I had hoped he was as I feared too well dressed to the soldiers and when they found out that he was only a private, they made all kinds of fun of him in his short stay at this place. I do not know how he has succeeded at Chattanooga but I fear he does not take well.

My opinion is that Dr. Smith’s stay in Grand Rapids will be short. He is entirely too sensitive. There is no man who likes to see people from other denominations in our church more than he and he should not think it a slight if sometimes his own people go to other churches.

The quartermaster has not returned from Nashville yet and for two or three days I have been learning the manual of arms and also how to issue rations. Night before last at the same place where Capt. Sligh was hurt, the train was thrown off, robbed, set afire, and Lieutenants Williams & Broughton were robbed of everything they had—even to their hats, coats and boots, watches, jewelry, money and all fared the same. One of Co. D’s boys was badly wounded; also a man by the name of Pitts. There were a number of officers and men from other regiments on board and they fared the same. The band who did this were bushwhackers who came from the region of Lynchburg. The powers that be ought to take severe measures to stop this thing. If they don’t, they are surely much if the fault.

It is three months today since I was mustered into the service of Uncle Sam. One fourth of a year I have been a soldier. It has passed rapidly and so far happily & pleasantly to me. Father is quite well and so am I. It is very windy. The dust is flying and makes the paper dirty and unpleasant to write in. I received Eddie’s picture. It is quite good. Might be better. I would like to hug the original and his mother and give them a few good kisses. I must close. I remain truly yours, — Newton P. Fox

Co. D, 1st M. E&M, Bridgeport, Alabama

To Mother


Letter 3

Stevenson, Alabama
August 7, 1864

Dear Mother,

I have not received a letter from you for some time but as Sunday has again come round, I will write to you [even] if it is a short one.

Father went to Chattanooga this morning to see Capt. Merrill. I expect him back tonight. Then I guess he will know exactly what time he will leave here to go into the new regiment. The fortifications at this place, of which he is in charge, are progressing finely. A few weeks now will finish them. I suppose I will go into the new regiment but know nothing certain yet. Expect I shall when Father gets back.

I received a letter yesterday from Cassius. He was on the late raid by Gen. Rousseau and is now on the Chattahoochie River but expects soon to return to Nashville. He says they had a hard time—hard marching, hard fighting, and hard fare. It seems to me as if he went backward in writing, spelling and construction of his sentences. The letter I got was a perfect puzzle and some of it I could not possibly read.

Col. William Power Innes

Father is feeling and looking better than I have seen him for a long time. He is now in a position where he only has to fight the enemies of his country and not an unprincipled set of personal enemies who rank him and are jealous of his true sterling worth. If he would drink whiskey, get drunk, go with bad women, curse the administration, and be a traitor, he would be hale fellow well met with Col. [William Power] Innes and his click. This you must put where no one will see it for in military law, it would be a heinous crime to say what I have against my superior officers and trusting to your good sense you are the only one I have said anything about it to.

With much love to yourself and Eddie and all friends, I remain your son, — Newton Fox


Letter 4

Stevenson, Alabama
August 23, 1864

Dear Mother,

I was very glad to receive your letter of the 16th as it was the first one for two weeks at least and I was getting quite anxious about you for fear you were sick or some accident had befallen you or Eddie. But I am glad to know that you are both well and your healths are improving. Martha writes me that Eddie is getting to be quite a horseman and thinks he can ride Uncle Henry’s horses.

I am glad to know that Mr. Mason’s family are so well situated. I am glad they left Grand Rapids for it was with difficulty they made both ends meet. I know Mr. Mason was mortified many times when they had company because she had done nothing better to offer in eating and accommodations.

I am sorry that Hiram writes home as he does for it will make his Mother feel, ore than ever, afraid and uneasy after an engagement. He has been more than usually fortunate since he became a soldier in passing through the severest battles of the war and escaping without a scratch.

You speak of sending me some two-cent stamps. I never have received the. Have you sent me the three-cent stamps I asked for? I have been out for some time and under the necessity of borrowing.

We received Eddie’s Ambrotype and I thought I spoke about receiving it. I do not think you receive all my letters so I will commence to number them calling this No. 1.

Gaius W. Perkins wrote to me of Mr. Squire’s death. Tell Aunt Mary and Uncle Henry to write to me as nothing would afford me greater pleasure than to correspond with them. I wrote to Uncle Henry while at Bridgeport but he has never answered the letter. Capt. Merrill, Chief Engineer D. C. was here yesterday and he wanted to know of Father why he did not have me take a course at West Point. Through his influence and Gen. Thomas, I think I could get the appointment. How would this suit you? It would be a cheap and honorable way of getting an education that would be complete and practical and as soon as I graduated, would be a commissioned officer in the U. S. A.

With much love to you and Eddie, I remain your son, – Newton

To Mother


1864: Caleb Abijah Ensign to William Oren & Herbert Dwight Ensign

A post-war watercolor of Caleb Abijah Ensign drawn from poor quality image on Find-A-Grave.

The following letter was written by Caleb Abijah Ensign (1838-1931), the son of Horace Lyman Ensign (1814-1896) and Lucinda Cecelia Parks (1815-1882) of Defiance county, Ohio. Caleb wrote the letter while serving as adjutant and 1st Lieutenant of Co. M, 1st Michigan Engineers & Mechanics. He wrote the letter to William Oren Ensign (1841-1918) and Hebert Dwight Ensign (1844-1898)—his uncles though both of them were younger in age than he was. Both William and Herbert served in the 14th Independent battery, Ohio Light Artillery.

See also—1863-64: Herbert Dwight Ensign to Alta Ensign
See also—1862: Edward Marshall Ensign to William Oren Ensign
See also—1863: William Oren Ensign to Alta Ensign

Note: This letter is from the private collection of Evan Hammon who made it available for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent.

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

Headquarters Defenses, Stevenson, Alabama
August 11, 1864

Dear Uncles,

After leaving you I felt much like cussing to think “Pill box” should have known so much—or that he couldn’t have known more. In fact, I was so irritated that I shouldn’t have known you were so long in leisure in time to have improved it while I was with you that I soon ascertained what i might of you.

I have no great deal of news to write you. A letter from home mentions Uncle Ed and family well and as far as known all the rest of the friends.

I sought out Elmer Rand this morning who tells me he had a letter from his father a few days since stating that Uncle Caleb had come to a melancholy end by putting his head into the machinery of an engine which crushed his head instantly. This is very sad information indeed! I can hardly comprehend how one formerly ever jovial, light-hearted, and clear-headed should have become so unbalanced.

I think I shall leave this place before you come back in September. If this gets to you, I will try to let you know where I shall be about the time you go home.

We have had some very warm weather here and some genuine thunderstorms of late. The rains are impeding our work much by softening the ground over which we haul our heavy timber.

But as Gen. Grant was waiting for rains before he could move his army, I suppose what we cn’t do here in the West, he may make up in doing before Richmond.

I presume you are at the action front. I do not know whether your Brother has been in action during the late fighting for I am so busy I do not search the papers. Letters from Lysander indicate him to be still at Knoxville and well.

I am at present engaged beyond my duties as Adj. in making drawings of the defenses here [see map below] and I find myself considerably fatigued tonight. Hoping soon to hear from you and of your well being, I am very affectionately yours, — Caleb

[to] Wm. O. & Herbert Ensign, 12th O. V. Light Artillery

Address C. A. Ensign, Lieut., 1st Michigan Engineers, via Chattanooga, Tennessee

1861-63: Perrin Veber Fox to his Wife

Perrin Veber Fox

The following letters were written by Perrin Veber Fox (1821-1910) while serving as Captain of Co. D, 1st Michigan Engineers and Mechanics. This regiment was one of three engineering regiments raised in 1861, the other two being Missouri (August 1861) and New York (September 1861). Engineering regiments are often left off of many Order of Battles, but their contribution to campaigns were vital from a logistics point of view; repairing/building railroads, bridges and blockhouses; and destroying enemy communication lines, railroads and bridges. Engineering units like the First Michigan were often caught up in attacks from enemy guerrillas and cavalry skirmishes.

Perrin was the son of Bryan Benjamin Fox (1787-1865) and Hannah Shepherd (1796-1885) of Antwerp, Jefferson county, New York. At the time of the 150 US Census, Perrin was married to Louisa Maria Newton (1823-1901) and working as a construction carpenter in Ridgeway, New York. Without his family, he was in California for four years attempting to make his fortune but returned to take his family to Grand Rapids, Kent county, Michigan, where the 1860 US Census found him resuming his trade as a master carpenter.

The Bancroft Library at U.C. Berkeley holds three original letters to his wife written during his time in the California goldfields. Other letters written by Fox are held at private and university libraries. Several, including “P. V. Fox to wife, April 13, 1862” are held by the private collection of John Gelderloos, Grand Rapids, Michigan. The Bentley Library at the University of Michigan holds three 1863 letters to his wife. The Stevenson Railroad Museum Depot, Stevenson, Alabama, holds “Letter P. V. Fox to wife, May 29, 1894.” Finally, the “Diary of Captain Perrin V. Fox, original volume dating 1 January 1862 to 10 January 1863” is held by the Ray Smith Manuscript Collection, Special Collections and Archives, Seymour Library, Knox College, Galesburg, Illinois.

Letter 1

Addressed to Mrs. P. V. Fox, Grand Rapids, Michigan

Lebanon, Kentucky
December 28th 1861

My Dear Ida,

I have not heard from you since I last wrote, nor even since we left Marshall, [Michigan]. I wrote you that our regiment was divided into four detachments. Ours is the 2nd Division and was the first to leave camp. We struck our tents at 5 o’clock a.m. on Christmas & were at the depot with all our effects before seven. The train was not made up & we were delayed in starting but got off between 8 & 9 o’clock. We passed through some very good country & some poor enough. The people look & dress very differently from those of our own state. The conversation is quite as dissimilar. But their buildings are poorest of all—chimneys outside, and no paint on a very large majority of the buildings. The contrabands amuse the boys in various ways & are the subjects of many quaint remarks as they pass on their way to market with ox teams which they ride bare back, & guide with a single rope fastened to the horns. Some drive mule teams from four to six in number, riding the rear wheel mule & guide the whole with a single line on the near leader. Many are on foot & present an interesting picture for those who descant so largely upon the happy condition of the slave.

Lebanon is sixty seven miles from Louisville at the terminus of the railroad and is an important point to guard. There are about ten regiments encamped within a circuit of three miles, & are kept in readiness to march at an hour’s notice. There is a fine battery of six brass pieces within half a mile of us. They are well equipped. Zollicoffer is supposed to be about thirty miles distant. If he tries to pass here, he will meet with a warm reception.

It is claimed that the people here are mostly loyal—the vote in this county being 1700 union to 200 secesh. The policy adopted by our Government does not drive secessionists into their holes, but where there are no union troops to protect loyal citizens, it is safer to be a rebel. They know that their persons & property will be protected though they be the rankest kind of secessionists. But if they are Union men, and fall into the power of the confederates, neither life or property will be spared. So you see it is for the interest of all—especially in the vicinity of the rebel army—to be disloyal. It is not uncommon to find a house divided against itself as if to claim a double protection. Most of the more intelligent, though they are strong state rights men, have sense enough to see that their only salvation depends on the maintenance of the Union.

There is a pretty sensitive question to touch with nearly all—viz: the confiscation of slaves. And it is really a delicate one. The laws of Kentucky provide that no slave shall be manumitted on her soil. Now I believe it is desired by the slave owners to have the slaves of secessionists confiscated by governmental authority. What will it then do with them? Give them their liberty here regardless of the laws of this state & the rights of loyal citizens? And would it not materially affect their interest to give a portion their liberty? Then comes the nicest point. If the government interferes with the local interest of a state by depriving some of its citizens of their property even if they are disloyal, is it not bound to protect its loyal subjects in the possession of the same kind of property? And will it not thereby commit itself on the very question so long and so strongly urged by the politicians of the South, that the General Government ought to recognize & protect property in slaves? When this is done let the rebels throw down their arms & claim for the states that have not seceded their rights under the constitution & the great point is gained. The point settled that the government recognizes & protects slave property of course they can take it when they choose.

I hope Congress will not undertake to settle the question but will give the commanders of the several departments liberty to use some discretion & whenever they find disloyal subjects or out & out rebels, make them bear a large proportion of the expenses by calling on them for forages, provisions, stock, &c. to the full amount of their ability, & if necessary for the public good, secure their persons. It is rather hard for the defenders of one country to submit to insults from those they protect without the power to make an example of them.

You perceive I have written at random, giving a hit here, another there, & not much anywhere—which will probably be the case until I get more accustomed to being interrupted every five words more or less. My health is good & the men are generally well. I await with anxiety a letter from you, hope it will come today. We are making out our muster rolls for pay & expect to get some “rino” very soon.

Direct to Louisville, Co. D, 1st Michigan Engineers & Mechanics.

Much love to yourself & the children. Ever yours — P. V. Fox


Letter 2

Murfreesboro, Tennessee
May 20, 1863

Dear Ida,

Yours of the 10th inst. duly came. You fear being disappointed about my getting home since the unfavorable result of the Battle of Fredericksburg. That with the peculiar condition of things, the uncertainty of the position, strength and designs of the evening, together with the large number of our line officers disabled and off duty, make it very certain that if I make an application for leave of absence now, it will be rejected. As soon as Capt. Crittenden returns, I shall try it unless there shall be strong reasons why I had better wait a little longer.

Captain Sligh’s company will probably be without an officer tomorrow. Both lieutenants have been sick—are better now. Lt. White left yesterday for home & Lt. Nevin’s papers went in today. Capt. Grant has been sick and leaves today for home. My health begins to fail and no doubt the warmer weather will so affect it as to make a change of climate necessary to my recovery. The strawberry season would be exceedingly beneficial to me.

Will Tryon tried to get a furlough but with other applications were returned not granted. It is said that the Governor is daily expected, but he has not got here yet.

The work on the fortifications progresses steadily but it will require several weeks to complete them. I will send this by Capt. Grant who will leave in a few minutes. He lives at Sandstone, Jackson county, and is acquainted with Henry’s people. Lt. Herkner sends his love to you but says I won’t write it. Ever yours, — P. V. Fox


Letter 3

Chattanooga, Tennessee
October 2nd 1863

My dear Ida,

Yours of the 20th ult. came to me last night. I read it three times and came to the conclusion that you are growing more sentimental or are improving in the faculty to express happily the emotions of your heart or hearts. It has done me so much good to be reassured that I am all in all to you. It hardly seems possible that I can be so affected by hearing repeated what I so well know. But so it is & I can appreciate your yearning for expressions of love & sympathy.

I do not feel very well today having for the first time since we have been out, a recurrence of pain in my chest with spasmodic action internally. You know Dr. Botsford thought it rheumatic & I think it quite probable for I was out in the rain yesterday considerable getting siege guns across the river and got quite wet. I feel pretty comfortable this p.m. & will probably be all right tomorrow.

I have never been so pleasantly situated as now. Having command of two companies (I expect two more), I am often called to headquarters & consulted in reference to the work. Gen. [William] Rosecrans paid me a very nice compliment by putting me in charge of getting up 100 pontoon boats, giving me a “carte blanch” to take all I could find of material & to call for men and teams on Pioneers or others & they should report to me. There are two sawmills not in good repair to make the lumber [and] the nails, oakum, and pitch to come from Nashville. I have labored faithfully & I believe my efforts are appreciated. I am in a position to be trusted with more consideration than ever before.

Gen. Wagner commanding the Post seems very kind as are all the officers. If strict attention to business will preserve their good opinion, I mean to retain it.

Gen. Rosecrans often summons me to headquarters and has acted upon my suggestions in preference to Gen. Morton and others of higher pretensions than I dare assume. I have a nice little camp convenient to headquarters, work, and water. My tent is in the yard of Mrs. Major Bolling, Quartermaster on Gov. Harris’ staff. She wished me to put it there as a protection to the premises. She has only three children (expects another in a few days) & two servants. She has been with her husband during the war until the evacuation. Her home is in Nashville where she has maintained a high social position, being very wealthy. She is a very pleasant lady and careful not to say anything to wound the feelings of anyone. Gens. [James] Negley & [George D.] Wagner and other officers call on her. I go in and sit awhile occasionally & find it quite pleasant.

In my next, I will try to give you some idea of the scenery and surrounding country. Perhaps you have heard that Capt. Charles Newberry [Co. E, 11th Michigan Infantry] was killed at the Battle of Chickamauga. It was one of the hardest struggles of the war. They had been reinforcing several days & were determined to overpower by weight of numbers. What the next movement will be we may soon know. They cannot attack us successfully in front and it may be dangerous to try flanking. Love to the boys as well as yourself. — P. V. Fox