Category Archives: 21st Massachusetts Infantry

1862: Marcus A. Emmons to “Friend Henry”

A 21 year-old farmer from Hardwick, Massachusetts—the son of Alonzo Emmons and Abigail Lawrence—Marcus A. Emmons enlisted for three years’ service in August 1861. Joining Co. K of the 21st Massachusetts Infantry, he was mustered into federal service late in the month and shipped out almost immediately for garrison duty in Annapolis. As part of Ambrose Burnside’s expedition to North Carolina beginning in January 1862, the 21st took part in several major engagements, including the battles of Roanoke Island, New Berne, and South Mills, before they were sent to Viginia during the summer to join the main body of the Army of the Potomac. Emmons’ regiment sustained heavy casualties in the long succession of battles (Bull Run, South Mountain, Antietam, and Fredericksburg), but particularly at Chantilly in September 1862, where they sustained 35% casualties.

Between March 1863 and January 1864, the 21st Massachusetts Infantry served in Kentucky and eastern Tennessee, but they returned to the Army of the Potomac for the spring campaigns of 1864. Emmons performed exceptionaly well in the military, earning promotion to Corporal (Nov. 10, 1862) and then Sergeant (Sept. 1, 1863), before his reenlistment in January 1864. His regiment, however, suffered heavily. Around the time that Emmons was killed in action at Bethesda Church (Battle of Cold Harbor) on June 2, 1864, the 21st had been reduced from around 1,000 men to barely 100, forcing them to consolidate into the 36th Massachusetts Infantry.

Emmons was described by his comrade, James Madison Stone, as “an awkward, unsoldierly appearing man, “but a man of considerable intellectual ability and a man of splendid character, and, so far as I ever saw, he was as brave as the bravest, without any show or parade, but always did his duty faithfully.” [Source: Marcus A. Emmons Papers, 1858-1864. Special Collections. Amherst.]

See also—1862: Samuel Ives Curtiss to Marcus A. Emmons published on Spared & Shared 6.

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

Camp Andrew, New Bern
May 3rd 1862

Friend Henry,

I received your letter in due season and was glad to hear from you and the Hardwick people again that you were so well generally. Mrs. Frost I am sorry to hear is still blind. It will make it rather bad for Uncle Bill. He will have to set Henrietta his daughter to keeping house. It will come awkward for her for I guess she never was put to work much at housekeeping but there must be a beginning sometime and she had better learn now that 5 years hence.

I am also sorry to hear that Mr. [Martyn] Tupper is so unwell. I would like to come into old Hardwick some of these Sundays and hear him preach. I always liked to hear him preach or speak extemporaneously. Anyone can understand the meaning of what he says. C. L. Warner is bound to drive business this season. I understand he must not work his Carry [?] too hard in his haste to be rich. We live but one life and money is not the best aim for one’s life.

Willard Peck I understand intends to take Miss Bec to wife. I wonder if he is not a little like an impulsive youth. I hope however that the union may prove a happy one. Willard is an honest, faithful man in his labors for other people.

I have a chance to hear the war news about once a week now. The mail comes more regular now. George and I am taking a paper which is printed in Newbern by one of the 25th Regiment Mass. Vols. who now patrol the city. It was a rebel paper & is called the Pilgrim Progress. The rebels retreated in such a hurry that they left everything belonging to the Printing Office unharmed. The paper does not contain much but local news. We are going to send some of the papers to our folks.

We, the 21st, have been in the Battle of Camden [South Mills] since I wrote you before. We had a fatiguing march of 40 miles in 24 hours (besides the battle in that time). In coming back the roads were muddy owing to a shower which occurred after the battle. The road was more slippery than ice. Most everyone fell flat in the mud (which sticks to one like salve). It was the hardest march that ever I went. When we got back to the place where we landed, you would have thought we had been defeated, we came in such confusion and were so tired. There were some of the regiments in the enterprise together. Many of all the regiments were lying beside the road for the last two or three miles. Some of them did not much care of they were taken prisoners, they were so exhausted. But the rear guard brought them most all in. One of Co. B got taken prisoner and the rebels have released him on a parole of honor.

Co. K did not have to fight any though. They were in as dangerous a position for some time as the other companies. The balls—some of them—came as close to my head as I care to have them. One of them knocked some splinters into my face from a small twig nearby. Co. K was marched to the rear of the regiment to prevent the enemy from surprising us in that direction. The underbrush were so thick you could not see three rods in some direction. The enemy were in their own chosen position with a force of artillery, cavalry, and infantry and they were in the edge of a woods and set fire to a fence, the smoke of which covered them very much from our sight. But we whipped them through. The Hawkins Zouaves [9th New York Infantry] suffered severely for attacking them in front, contrary to orders. The 21st had 1 killed and 15 wounded.

Some of the wounded had to be left behind when we went back to the boats. The surgeons of the different regiments drew lots to see which of them should remain to take care of them. The lot fell on Dr. Warren of our regiment. He and the wounded were taken prisoners but the rebels took him and all the wounded that they thought would not get well to Ft. Monroe from Norfolk a few days ago and gave them up. Dr. Warren has got back to the 21st here. He says the rebels made him go down into the hold of the vessel when they were passing their works. They took all his surgical tools and his medicine case and many other things away from him. He thinks Burnside could take Norfolk as most of the rebels have gone to Yorktown.

We have had a Brigade Review today. We have been brigaded again. We are under Col. Ferrero who acts as Brigade General. Reno has command of the 2nd Division. Burnside has been promoted to a Major General and has command of the Department of North Carolina which consists now of three divisions. The 21st Regt. M. V. is on the right of the 2nd Brigade, the New York 51st next, then the Pennsylvania 51st, and the Connecticut 11th on the left. These regiments constitute the 2nd Division.

There has been quite a number of deaths in this regiment and considerable sickness since we have been in this camp but the most sickly time has passed. The 21st cannot report 500 men for active duty now, I don’t think. Co. K had only 88 men in the Battle of Camden. 51 started on the expedition but 13 had to fall out or remain on the boat. Four remained sick on the boat and the others fell out from fatigue before we come up to the rebels. The object of the expedition was to make a demonstration on Norfolk.

But I must close this long letter lest I lose your patience. Write soon and write the local news of Hardwick if not so exciting. From your friend, — Marcus A. Emmons

1861: Josiah T. Towne to Sibbell (Boardman) Towne

I could not find an image of Josiah but here is one of Marcus M. Collis of Co. H, 21st Massachusetts Infantry (Al & Claudia Niemiec Collection)

The following letter was written by Josiah T. Towne (1826-1862), the son of Joshua Towne (1773-1844) and Mary Chadwick (1788-1865) of Jaffrey, Cheshire county, New Hampshire. Joshua was married to Sibbell L. Boardman (1826-1899) in 1849 and the couple had four daughters (Clara, Alice, Sara, and Alma) born between 1850 and 1856. He left his home and his family in Winchendon in mid-August 1861 to enlist in Co. G, 21st Massachusetts Infantry. He never returned. He died of typhoid fever at Camp Andrew in New Bern, North Carolina, on 27 April 1862. The 2nd Lieutenant attributed Josiah’s death due to exposure on board the steamer Northerner and at the Battle of New Bern in mid-March 1862.

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

Annapolis, [Maryland]
October 7, 1861

Dear Sibbell & children,

I have not received a letter from you since I wrote you but I will begin a letter and finish it as soon as I get time. I am usually well though rather tired out, being on guard duty so much. I have a pretty good appetite adn eat my usual allowance.

We are having a little more excitement here now. There is an expedition a going to start from here for the Southern coast. There is a brigade of five regiments here now. They came from Washington here. They consist of the New Hampshire 3rd, Maine 8th, and the New York 46th, 47th, and 48th. There are nearly five thousand of them. I see several in the New Hampshire 3rd that I know from Fisherville, New Hampshire. They played in the band. It seemed good, I till you, to see somebody that I know. One man I [saw] boarded at Hoffman’s at the same time that I did. It seems like home to see some of our New England friends and we expect to see of one New England [ ] here. We expect the 15th Regiment, 22nd and 25th Regiment. There were over 20 of Winchendon [Mass.] in that regiment, and the 22nd is Wilson’s Regiment, and the 25th is now encamped in Worcester where we came from, so if all the stories [are] true, I shall see Winchendon Boys by the wholesale. This Division will consist of some fifteen thousand men and will, I think, be commanded by Gen. Butler. But still, I may be mistaken.

It is very warm weather here now—about as warm I think as it was in New England in July. We have not received our pay yet but expect it tomorrow. The boys are troubled with the shorts [shits?] here as well as myself, but I have got along well enough as we have lived decently well of late and have as much as we want to eat most of the time, But I for one am satisfied as I did not expect as good victuals as I get at home with some exceptions. We have food that is good and enough of it. How do you do, and. the children? How are they? Do they mill paper as much as they did? And yourself? You must be very lonesome—especially in the evening to sit all alone. If I could stay nights at home with you and our dear children, I should be satisfied. There is such a noise here—especially tonight. That is enough to make a man mad. Have your good neighbors taken any more of your squashes? Perhaps they will be taking some of our cabbages though I hope not. How does our potatoes turn out? Have you got anybody to dig them yet?

Herbert [E. Weston] is unwell and is at the hospital. I must go up and see him before I finish this. We are kept here pretty close. I have not been into the City since I have been here—only when I marched in with the company. I will leave this for tonight so goodbye. Kiss the girls for me. Have them say their prayers.

October 8th. As I was coming in from guard duty at one o’clock today, your letter was handed to me and as I have about an hour to spare, I will finish this letter. It is the greatest pleasure I can have to receive and read your kind and affectionate letters. It is with pleasure that I hear that you are all well. You say it seems a long time since I left home. I don’t deny it and I feel for you, dear Sibbell. You don’t have the excitement that I have to kill time, but still the time seems long to me [too]. But I have not forgotten the time when I left my home. It was hard to control my emotions at that time and I know it was for you. Also, when the time seems long to you, you must remember that my affections are all at home with you. and our children. I will accept of the money you sent me though if I get my [pay] this week, I shan’t need it. One of our companies have got their uniform coats and pants and I think we shall get ours this week so I don’t think we shall have to buy much extra clothing.

It rained last night here and it is cold enough to wear a great coat and mittens. Yesterday it was as hot as July. I thank you for the money you sent me and I will try and keep it against time of need. Herbert [Weston] is some better today. He sends a few lines home to his folks. After all, I think my health is as good as they will average. I can’t write any more now. I send the children a kiss if they can find it. My love to you all. From your affectionate husband, — J. T. Towne

My regards to the neighbors, &c.