Category Archives: 5th Massachusetts Infantry

1861: Mary Bethune (Craig) Hunt to Annie Dunkin Adams

The following incredible letter was written by Mary Bethune (Craig) Hunt (1836-1911), the second wife of (then) Major Henry Jackson Hunt (1819-1889). Hunt’s first wife, Emily C. De Russy, died at Fortress Monroe in 1857 and he took 19 year-old Mary as his second wife in December 1860—just a little over four months before this letter was penned. Mary was the daughter of Henry Knox Craig (1791-1869), the Chief of the US Army Ordnance Bureau. Mary’s mother came from Massachusetts, and had strong ties to the Boston area. She was pregnant with her first child at the time.

Mary’s husband, Henry Jackson Hunt

Henry Jackson Hunt was a dedicated military officer, graduating from the US Military Academy in 1839. He is predominantly recognized for his role as the Chief of Artillery in the Army of the Potomac during the American Civil War, where he earned acclaim from his contemporaries as one of the war’s most formidable tacticians and strategists. When the conflict commenced in 1861, Hunt was stationed at Fortress Monroe commanding his artillery battery.

Mary wrote the letter to her cousin Annie Dunkin Adams (1834-1910), the daughter of Dr. Horatio Adams (1801-1861) and Ann Bethune Dunkin (1797-1889) of Waltham, Massachusetts. In her correspondence, Mary mentions Annie’s siblings, “Mollie”—Mary Faneuil Adams (1836-1912)—and “Faneuil”—Benjamin Faneuil Dunkin Adams (1839-1895). Annie was a pivotal force behind the Waltham training school for nurses and she devoted her life to a number of charitable causes. What’s more, Annie apparently had a friendship with the Lees of Arlington House, Robert and Mary (Custis) Lee, who are mentioned in the closing lines of this letter. How little did Mary know at the time that Mr. “Lee” would eventually emerge as the Army of the Potomac’s fiercest adversary in the turbulent years to follow.

For a good summary of the Lee’s departure, see The Lee’s Leave Arlington by the National Park Service. I note some discrepancies in the dates between that article and this letter, however.

From Mary’s letter we learn that she and her mother were the individuals responsible for making the havelocks distributed to the members of Col. Samuel Lawrence’s 5th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry. Perhaps she made the very havelock worn by Sergeant Edward Bracket featured in the picture below.

For the first time in 162 years, the havelock of Sergeant Edward Brackett, 5th Massachusetts Infantry, returned to Henry Hill on the Bull Run battlefield where the regiment fought on 21 July 1861. (Manassas National Battlefield Park Facebook Page).

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Addressed to Miss Annie D. Adams, Waltham, Massachusetts

Washington [D. C.]
May 6th 1861

My dear Annie,

I received a letter from Mollie this [morning] telling me that she had seen to my request. I do not like to bother her again but just try your good nature a little. The havelocks which we made in our family—about 250 in number—Mother gave to the Fifth Massachusetts Regiment, commanded by Col. [Samuel C.] Lawrence. They come from Charlestown and the vicinity of Boston. Mother thinks that it would be a good plan to send them enough to finish supplying that regiment as they are hard at work at Fortress Monroe. There are about a thousand in the regiment. It is much easier to have them sent from Boston to Fortress Monroe than from here. Please ask Faneuil to mention this to someone in authority for if they are sent here, it may be two weeks before they can be sent to Fortress Monroe.

I received a letter from Major Hunt this morning. It came in a round about way. I do not know exactly how it got here. Of course I was glad to get it but my anxiety is none the less for at the time he was writing, they were in hourly anticipation of an attack. He feels very confident of the success of the United States troops. However that may be, I scarcely dare think of it in any way. There is an order out for Major Hunt’s Battery to be brought to Washington. Even that seems impossible to be true.

We are all well. Presley’s foot is much better and he thinks that he will soon be able to walk. Give much love to my dear Aunt Ann. Love to Fan and Mollie. Tell the latter that tomorrow I intend to write her a long letter. Please answer this immediately for Mother as all of us do nothing but work for the soldiers and of course we can think of nothing else. There is scarcely a day passes that we do not have rumors of fighting on the other side of the river.

Your friends, the Lee’s, are at a place near Alexandria. Their house at Arlington is used as the headquarters of the commanding officers. These are awful times. Your affectionate cousin, — Mary B. Hunt

1861: George Whitefield Dow to Cyrus B. Curries

I could not find an image of George but here is one of Corp. Benjamin Moore of the 5th Massachusetts Infantry (Kevin Canberg Collection)

The following letter was written by George Whitefield Dow (1831-1882), the son of Joshua Dow and Miriam Watson of Plaistow, Rockingham county, New Hampshire. He was married first, in September 1850, to Maria Ann Sanborn (1834-1852). He then married Olivia A. Smith of Salisbury, Massachusetts, in May 1853, and in the 1860 US Census, he was enumerated in Salem, Essex county, Massachusetts, working as a Railroad Repairman. The couple had a 6 year-old son named George.

It was on 19 April 1861 that George enlisted as a private in Co. H (“Salem City Guards”), 5th Massachusetts Infantry. He was with the regiment at the Battle of Bull Run on 21 July 1861 where he was taken prisoner. He was confined at Richmond on 23 July 1861 and at New Orleans on 24 September 1861. He was paroled at Washington, North Carolina, on 2 June 1862 and mustered out of the regiment at Boston on 24 June 1862.

The Fifth Regiment Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry charges up a hill in Washington D.C. during training, May 1861, the U.S. Capitol is shown in the background.

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Addressed to Cyrus B. Curries, Esq., Plaistow, New Hampshire

Washington [D. C.]
May 4th 1861

Cousin Cyrus,

Having a few minutes to spare, I thought that I would write you a few lines—the last perhaps that you will ever hear from me. I am enlisted in the 5th Regiment Massachusetts Volunteers to fight for my country. We arrived here a week ago today. We had a hard time in getting here. I shot my first man in Maryland 2½ miles below Annapolis Junction. We had quite a brush with the suckers about daylight, but we have drove them to cover the same as we shall Jeff Davis. You can have no idea of a skirmish in woods at daybreak. I felt as though I should s[hi]t at first, but I soon was as crazy as a Bed Bug & on the whole, I rather like to put consute [?] out of the suckers.

Col. Samuel Crocker Lawrence, 5th Massachusetts Infantry

Last Thursday night, I was on guard on the Bridge that leads across the Potomac River. I saw a sucker sneaking along & hailed him when he rose up & fired at me, but did not hit me. And in about 2 jerks of a sheep’s tail, I put a plum hole chuck through his heart, & Col. [Samuel Crocker] Lawrence—my colonel—said I was a good boy & that I done just right. But cousin, I suppose my time will come soon. I feel just as though & should never see old Plaistow again. But I have got just as good pluck for all of that & when I do fall, I shall fall at my post. I think that I am on the right side & shall fight just as long as I can draw a bead on a Southerner.

I know that I shall have the sympathy of all my friends & all true Yankees. I would [be] willing [to] face the cannon’s mouth but I can’t help thinking of my poor wife & boy. If I should fall, they will be left to the cold world & it makes my heart ache to think of it some times. But I would not come home now if I could. New England Blood has been spilt on southern soil & it shall be avenged a gallon for every drop. I hate the sight & smell of a southerner. I have got 24 rounds of ball cartridges in my box & I don’t mean to throw a single one away. When I draw a bead on a southerner, he is mighty apt to fall.

I want you show this letter to Luke & Mary & any body else that you are a mind to. Tell George Sumner that there is room for him out here. We want all good shots out here for the sneaking murder[er]s have got to fall.

Give my love to all & if you never see me again, remember that I leave a wife & boy that is very dear to me. I cannot write any more now. I sent a kiss enclosed for cousin Margaret & you will please deliver it immediately. Goodbye, perhaps forever, but I hope not. — George W. Dow

To C. B. Curries, Plaistow, N. H.

P.S. I have got a good revolver & know how to use it. It was given to me in Faneuil Hall by the Eastern R.R. boys.

1862: Samuel Lee Holt to his Parents

I could not find an image of Samuel but here is a cdv of Oliver W. Rogers who also served as a sergeant in Co. I, 5th Massachusetts Infantry (9-months). Library of Congress.

This letter was written by 25 year-old Samuel Lee Holt (1837-1905), the son of Samuel Holt (b. 1803) and Elvira Estes (b. 1809) of Bethel, Oxford county, Maine. Samuel was working as an engineer in Marlborough, Middlesex county, Massachusetts, in 1862 when he enlisted on 20 August 1862 and mustered into Co. I, 5th Massachusetts Infantry for 9 month’s service on 16 September 1862. He mustered out of the regiment on 2 July 1863. A year later he entered the service again, this time in the US Navy, serving as Acting 3rd Assistant Engineer aboard the USS Honduras in the East Gulf Squadron.

Samuel wrote this letter not long after his arrival in New Bern, North Carolina, where the 5th Massachusetts participated in Foster’s Expedition to Williamston, and later to Goldsboro. They were then on duty at New Berne till June, 1863, when they embarked for Boston and mustered out 2 July 1863.

Patriotic stationery of Samuel’s Letter

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Headquarters 5th Regt. Mass V. M.
Newbern, North Carolina
November 26, 1862

Dear Parents,

Once more I take my pen to write you, hoping that it may not be the last, but you know how I am situated. We cannot be sure of life for a moment. I have been in some dangerous places since we came into the rebel country although nothing to what I expect to see before winter is out for we are expecting an attack on this place every day. But it will take an awful battle to take it for there is about twenty thousand troops here now and more coming every time there is a steamer comes in, and an immense sight of cavalry and artillery. And the gunboats can hold the place against any force they can bring against it. But if they get drove in Virginia, they will make a dash somewhere and I think by what I have seen and can learn from the prisoners we have taken that they don’t care much where they strike or what becomes of them. They seem to be completely demoralized and discouraged and want the war closed some way no matter how.

Asa is in the hospital sick. I do not think he will ever be any better while he stays here. He has got a slow fever now and a bad cough. I think his constitution is not very strong and it needs a constitution that is fire and water proof to endure what soldiers have to endure. I am in hopes that the war will be closed up this winter for it is killing the best of our northern men by the thousands. There is many a noble spirits that never will see their northern homes again. They are dying here every day.

We have not lost but one man since we left Boston. That was one from our company and was my favorite. His name was [Claude] Grenache. 1 He has worked with me two years in the shop and he said when our company was called that if I was going, he should not stay there. And so he enlisted and we were together in camp and when we left Boston in the steamer Mississippi the first night out, he climbed to the rigging and fell to the deck and broke one leg back, and scull and some of the fibers of his neck. He lived about twelve hours in great agony although he never spoke nor took any notice of what we said to him. He leaves a wife and one child to mourn and lament his loss. They live nearest neighbor to me at home.

I have been out on a brigade drill since I commenced this letter. My duty in camp is very light. I have to go out on brigade drills one afternoon in two days, two hours an afternoon, so I have plenty of time to read and write. But you know I never was much of a hand to write, but I don’t have anything else to busy myself about—only to look round among the rest of the men of the regiment who I find to be made up of good citizens of the Old Bay State—men of good morals and good principles and will do their duty in every respects. And if they are ever called into action, I trust you will hear a good report from them—not that I am bragging because I belong to this regiment, for I did not come here to gain fame or honor or to make money, for I could earn as much at home and save a good deal more. I come because I thought it my duty to come, for I had a good deal of sympathy for those brave men who have come before me. The men who have done the fighting and have stood the brunt of the battle—those are the men who deserve the sympathy of the North. The hospitals are full of them. They are broke down for life, their health are ruined for life, a priceless gem—that which money cannot buy. I know how to appreciate health. Mine is good and I find but few men that can endure more hardship than myself. But I am afraid I shall loose it before my time is out if I should be so fortunate as to dodge all the bullets.

And if I ever get home again, you shall have a long visit from me. I presume things have changed so much that it would not seem like home. Only think, it is seven years since I left the land of my birth. I am surprised when I think of it although as I look back upon this long years, it seems like a pleasant dream. And as I look back upon the scenes of my child[hood], they are as fresh in my memory as though it was but yesterday that I left them. But if I am spared for severn years more, I hope to mend my mistakes that I have made in the past.

I presume you have got your new home all complete by this time and I presume you need it for it is time now that you have plenty snow whistling round your ears. But we have not had but two frosty nights yet. One of them was about a week ago and the other last night.

Please write when you get this for it does me a great deal of good to hear from home and I believe I have written two or three times since I received an answer. Give my love and best wishes to all inquiring friends, if any such there be. Please excuse all mistakes and accept this from your son. — S. L. Holt

Direct to Sergt. S. L. Holt, Co. I, 5th Regiment Mass Vol. Militia, Newbern N. C.


1 Grenache, Claude (1827-1862) — Priv. — Res. Marlboro ; blacksmith ; 32 ; enl. Aug. 20, 1862 ; must. Sept. 16, 1862; died Oct. 23, 1862, on board U. S. transport “Mississippi,” by falling from yard arm. Claude’s wife was Elizabeth d’Aubreville (b. 1840); married in 1856.

1861: Ariel Standish Noyes to Daniel Parker Noyes

The following letter was written by 32 year-old Arial S. Noyes (1829-1907), a shoemaker from Haverhill, Massachusetts, who was private in Co. D (the “Haverhill Light Infantry”), 5th Massachusetts in 1861. This three-month militia unit tendered its services to the US Government on 15 April and left for Washington D. C. a week later where they were mustered in on 1 May.

I could not find an image of Ariel but here is an unidentified Sergeant who most likely served in the 5th Massachusetts wearing the 1861 militia uniform. (Dan Binder Collection)

From this letter we learn that the regiment was quartered in the interior courtyard (the “enclosure”) of the Treasury Building on West 15th Street. They moved across the Potomac river to Alexandria, Virginia, at 10:30 p.m. on the day this letter was written—25 May 1861—-where they remained in camp until the Battle of Bull Run in which they were engaged on 21 July and lost 9 men killed and two wounded, including Col. Samuel C. Lawrence. Twenty-three men were taken prisoner.

After the regiment was mustered out of service at the end of July 1861, Ariel reenlisted as as sergeant in Co. D (later transferred to Co. C), 17th Massachusetts and served until the end of the war. He was wounded at Wise’s Creek in North Carolina on 8 March 1865.

Ariel wrote the letter to his older brother, Rev. Daniel Parker Noyes (1820-1888), an 1840 graduate of Yale College and, at the time of this letter, serving as the Secretary of the Home Missionary Society in New York City.

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Addressed to Reverend Daniel P. Noyes, Bible House, Astor Place, New York

Treasury Department
May 25, [1861], 4 p.m.

Dear Brother,

While eating dinner we were ordered to march with nothing but our equipments for immediate action, word having been sent from Alexandria for reinforcements and that they [were] not at it. In 30 minutes we were on our way but were stopped on the bridge 3 miles from our quarters. we returned to quarters and received orders to be ready to march in one hour. At 5 o’clock—as near as I can find out—we go into camp in Virginia. How far I can’t tell but will inform you as soon as I find out. Ten thousand men are to leave tonight. Eight regiments went over the river—though as you will see by the papers before you get this—and a part of them took Alexandria.

I think we shall have hot work soon. But as we stand at the top of the ladder, we shall try to maintain our position on the field of battle, putting ourselves in the hands of Him who ruleth all things. I bid you farewell for a time. I shall not send this till we are on the march. You can inform Sarah that we have changed out position.

Your brother, — Ariel

6 o’clock. Since writing I have received one from you. I have time for but a word. Our baggage is loading. I have more clothing than I can carry. Send me nothing unless I write for it. Rest assured I commend my soul to God, my body to my country if it is so to be. I can’t find out where we are going but you will probably find out about as soon as I do.

Your affectionate brother, — Ariel