Category Archives: Fredericksburg, Virginia

1862-65: William Blackmar to Lemuel Knapp Blackmar

The following 31 letters were written by William Blackmar (b. 1839), the son of Joseph Blackmar (1788-1874) and Mahala Munyan (1797-1862) of Thompson, Windham county, Connecticut. William enlisted in November 1861 as a private in Co. G, 11th Connecticut Infantry. He reenlisted as a veteran on 13 December 1863 and was slightly wounded in the hand on 9 May 1864 at Swift’s Creek, Virginia, and spent the next several months at Knight General Hospital in New Haven, Connecticut, where, after recovering from his wound, he was placed on detached duty as a ward attendant and as a clerk. After the hostilities ended, he was transferred to Co. B of the 11th Veteran Reserve Corps on 17 April 1865 and did not muster out of the service until much later in the year.

Lemuel Knapp Blackmar, born in 1819, is a son of Joseph and grandson of Jacob Blackmar. His mother was Mahala, daughter of Ebenezer Munyan. He went to Providence at the age of sixteen, where he remained eleven years. Since that time he has resided in Thompson. In 1848, he took charge of the grist and saw mill at Grosvenor Dale for sixteen years, beginning November, 1864. He was appointed postmaster at Thompson in August, 1855, and since September of that year has filled that office. He was married in 1846 to Nancy Marguerite, daughter of Edmund Cooper, of Wickford, R. I., and has three children: Martha (b. 1849), Louis (b. 1851) and Mary (b. 1860).

Lemuel Knapp Blackmar and his horse “Fan” in the post-war years.

William’s younger brother Edmund A. Blackmar (1841-1873) also served in the Civil War. He enlisted as a private in Co. E, 13th Connecticut Infantry. He was quickly promoted to corporal. On 21 May 1863 he was taken prisoner at Washington, Louisiana, but was quickly paroled, and mustered out on 6 January 1865 after three years service. Nine of his letters can be found at—1862-64: Edmund A. Blackmar to Lemuel K. Blackmar.

There are frequent references to “Mr. Plumb” in the letters. This was Joseph C. Plumb (1822-1864), the second husband of William’s older sister, Esther (Blackmar) Sumner (1825-1862). Esther’s first husband was William Sumner (1800-1853) and she had two children with him—(1) Willard Sumner (1847-1864) who joined the 1st Connecticut Cavalry in mid-December 1863 and died at Frederick, Maryland on 8 November 1864; and (2) Caroline or “Cally” Sumner (b. 1849. Before Joseph took Esther as his wife, he had previously married, in 1846, the widow Celia Ann (Farrow) Bowen and they had at least three children. Joseph and Celia were enumerated in Thompson in the 1850 US Census where he earned his living as a “dresser tender.” By 1855, either Joseph divorced or abandoned his wife because he took the widow Esther as his second wife that year along with her two young children Willard and Callie. Following Esther’s death in late December 1862, Joseph quickly married yet another widow, Mrs. Martha J. Woodard of North Carolina on 17 September 1863 at Bower’s Hill, Virginia. Alas for Joseph, he was taken prisoner and passed away at Andersonville, Georgia, on 8 August 1864. His Find-A-Grave bio states “he was last seen alive crawling on his hands and knees, too weak to stand for a drink of water.” He is buried in Grave 5002 at Andersonville.

Civil War soldier on the Thompson Common circa 1862. This picture was most likely taken during the return celebration of P.O.W. Dr. John McGregor, who was taken prisoner on 21 July 1861 at Bull Run and was honorably discharged on 29 July 1862. (Thompson Historical Society)

Letter 1

Camp Burnside
Newbern, N. C.
April 9th 1862

Dear Brother,

I now take my pen in hand to inform you of my health which is very good at present, hoping these few lines will find you and your family all well. I have never received any letter from you but have received three papers which I suppose came from you as your name was on them. I was very glad of them as papers are scarce in this part of the country and they serve to pass off many a lonely hour. I have written to you once but have never received any answer. If you have written, the letter has miscarried or delayed somewhere. I should be glad to hear from some of you once in a while for I like to hear how the folks are getting along in that quarter of the globe. Does Mrs. Morse stay with you this year?

You had ought to have been here after the Battle [on Newbern] and gone a foraging with them. You might have got a nice piano worth anywhere from two to five and 8 hundred dollars. The Lieutenant of our company got one worth five or six hundred dollars and has sent it home. There was three pianos got in our company besides a nice sewing machine worth 150 or two hundred dollars, besides a great many other things too numerous to mention. I did not have a chance to get anything as I was sick aboard of the boat until everything had been taken that was worth anything. That’s the way I got out of being in the battle, but I was sick and no mistake. Erastus was in the battle and fought like a tiger. But he is about as thin as a hatchet. The Boys all run on him a good deal because he is so odd. He goes by the name of Reben Appetite on the account of his eating so much but I don’t blame him for eating all he can get as that is not a great lot at the most.

James McManus is here. His health is very good. He has been our 1st Corporal but I think he will get a Sergeant’s berth soon. Thomas Mullen is as tough as ever and looks the best that I ever saw him. Mr. Plumb is as well as usual but is about as homesick a man as you ever saw. Charles Eddy, I have not seen or heard anything from him since we left Hatteras some time in January. He was then going to Fortress Monroe to the Hospital. The report is that he is dead. Whether it is so or not, I don’t know. Has Doctor [John] McGregor got home yet? And what news did he bring from the rebel country? Which way did the town meeting [go]? I suppose it went the old way.

Enclosed you will find 70 dollars, $25 of which I want you to give to father and twenty dollars I want you should see that Thomas Mullens’ wife has. She lives down in the house between James Cruff’s and Stephen Lewis. If you don’t pay it to her, leave it at the post office and she can call for it there, but it won’t be much trouble for you to go down there and pay it to her yourself and then it will be all right. The rest of the money you will pay to Esther. If you have to pay anything on it, take your pay out of the money equal to what is sent to each one adn have father pay you for your trouble out of my money. I want you should write as soon as you get the money and let me know.

Give my love to your wife and Mattie and Louis and I send the baby a kiss. Write as often as you can and have Mattie and the rest write too. Love to all who takes pains to enquirer. This is all for now so I must close up wishing goodbye. This from your brother, — William Blackmar

Tell father to use the money if he wants but use it sparingly and it will last the longer. I expect more money the first of May which I shall send him and tell him to give me credit for it. I did not draw but 26 dollars.


Letter 2

Street scene in Newbern, North Carolina during the Civil War

Newbern, N. C.
[early May 1862]

Dear Brother,

I now take the opportunity of answering your kind letter which I received this morning and was very glad to hear from you and hear that you and your family were all well. I am as well as usual and am gaining in flesh every day. I think that I am about as heavy now as I was when I enlisted. We are here [illegible] and how long we are to stay here, I don’t know. The report is and has been confirmed that Yorktown is taken. The Rebels, I guess, was afraid to face McClellan’s forces and retreated to Richmond. It is reported that General McDowell is at or near that place with a very large force and very likely that McClellan will advance and meet them and if they make a stand, they will get overpowered and the place taken without any fear or doubt, I think, and iti s the general opinion of all the leading men here that if they have a hard battle at Richmond, that it will be about the closing up of this business. At any rate, I hope so for I have got about sick of soldiering.

I have not had any letter from Edmund since I left Annapolis. If I knew where to direct a letter to [him], I would write one to him as I should like to hear from him and hear how he likes soldiering. I hear that he is rather sick of it but it is no use, he is now where he can’t get away and must toe the mark, headache or no headache. That’s the way we have to do. Our folks think by what they write that we suffer for want of something to eat but it is no such thing. We have all we want to eat, drink, and to wear although it is not quite as good as one might wish. But I should very much like a good meal of victuals at home. I think it would relish first rate. But absence forbids at present and I must be content with my lot which I hope by the help of God wil not be long.

I send you this order to draw my bounty for me as I thought you could get it with less trouble than I could. I would present it to the town treasurer and see if he would cash it and take an order on the State Treasurer. If he would not do it. I would try the bank and if they will cash it at a small percent, let them have it. If you cannot get it without, you can send it to the Paymaster General of Connecticut and he is obliged to pay it when it is due which will be, I believe, about the first of June. You will have to back it with your name when it is cashed and when you get it, take pay out of it for your trouble and expense and pay the rest to the folks. You should write to me as soon as you get it and let me know.

I have received [ ] papers in all that, I suppose, you sent me, and was very glad to receive them and would like you to send me more if convenient. Is Ellis in the mills with Joseph this year? I want you should write to me as soon as you get this and write all the news. This is all I can think of for this time. Goodbye until I hear from you again. This from your brothre, — William Blackmar

To Mattie & Louis, I have just been to dinner. We had stewed beans and coffee which was very good. I was glad to hear from you and hear that you were well and had not forgot me. I shall keep that lock of hair until I come home. I should like to see you all very much but don’t expect to very soon. Tell your mother that I like her advice very much. We have a prayer meeting twice a week and I go to all of them. You wanted me to send you something. I had nothing but these cards that I could send which I send you. Write as often as you can. My love to you all. This is from your Uncle William Blackmar

Direct to Burnside’s Division, 2nd Brigade, 11th Regt. C. V., Co. G, Newbern, N. C. Care of F. M. Sprague.

Write as often as you can, all of you.


Letter 3

Newbern, N. C.
May 12th 1862

Dear Brother,

As Mr. Plumb was a going to send a box in your name, he wanted I should write a few lines that you might understand how to dispose of the contents. About middle way of the box you will find a part of a rubber blanket. All the things above this blanket you will forward to Mrs. Mullen and all the things below, together with the blanket, you will give to Esther. Not having the money to pay the Express which you will please pay and Mrs. Mullen will pay half and Esther the other half. And also pay you for your trouble. Tell Esther that Mr. Plumb is well and also Mrs. Mullen that Thomas is well. You will please inform us of the reception of the box. Yours truly, — J. C. Plumb, Thomas Mullen, per William Blackmar

Newbern, N. C.
May 12th, 1862

Dear Brother, I thought it would be a good time to write a few lines to let you know that I am not very well. Have not been able to do duty in two or three days but I guess that I shall come out all right if nothing new happens to me. Have you received that letter that I wrote to you in answer to the one you wrote me? Has our folks sent my box yet? What day of the month did it start and what did they have to pay on it? After I receive it, I think I shall send it right back filled with clothes and other notions. I shall send it to you and if I have the money to pay the Express on it, I shall pay it. But if not, you will have to pay it and our folks will pay you.

Give respects to all enquiring friends. Give my love to your wife and children and also to all the rest of our folks. This is all for this time. Write as soon and as often as convenient and I would be thankful for a paper once in a while as reading matter is rather scarce in this quarter. Now I will bring my letter to a close by wishing you all goodbye. From your brother in Dixie, — William Blackmar


Letter 4

Newbern, North Carolina
May 20th 1862

Dear Brother,

I once more seat myself down to write you a few lines to let you know that I am as well as usual hoping these few lines will find you the same. I am a going to send a box home in your name. I want you to pay the express on it and our folks will pay you. I expect we shall get our pay now soon in the course of a week or two and then I shall send them home some money. I got my box the 16th of this month and was very glad of it. Everything was all in good shape except some white bread which was spoiled. Them shirts they sent are just the thing to wear here—it is so very warm.

These things that I send home I send because I cannot carry them about with me and I hated to throw them away so I thought I would send them home. There is a pipe—one that I made myself. It is the large one. I want them to give it to John Buchanan and tell him to keep it for a family pipe and I would send him something more if I had room.

Tell our folks that the things that belong to James McManus they will keep separate so that when his folks come and call for them, they can let them have them. The following things belong to him. One pair of pants with his name on them, two shirts—one white and one blue. One rubber blanket, one woolen blanket, 1 blue cap, 1 woolen cap, two pair of stockings, one sheath knife, one pipe (the small one), one hair brush, two bibles, one bunch of letters, one bayonet, and all that is tied up in that cap. I have got one pair of pants (my name is on them), two white woolen shirts that never was worn, two pairs of white cotton drawers that have never been worn (one pr. of brown drawers—these I give to father), one blue woolen shirt, one book line upon line, 1 testament, brass key, two shells for mother, one grey secesh cap, three chokers, one necktie. Tell our folks to give the things a good airing and then just put them in my trunk.

About the Express on the box, I want you should send me word what you have to pay and James will pay me his half. Be sure and write as soon as you can get the box. The reason of my sending the box to you, I thought it would not cost so much as it would to send it to father and have it carried to him. You must charge for your trouble.

Have you received that letter with my bounty check in it? I think there will be no trouble in getting the pay on it. I want you should let me know when you get it. I wrote to Edmund yesterday. Whether it will get to him or not, I don’t know but I hope it may. Write as often as you can and I should be glad of a paper once in a while.

Give my love to your wife and children. Also to all of the rest of our folks. Write all the war news and what folks think about our getting home this year. So goodbye. This from your brother, — William Blackmar

After you have read this, let our folks have it. — Wm. Blackmar


Letter 5

Newbern, North Carolina
June 9th 1862

Dear Brother,

I now seat myself down to answer your letter which I received this morning and glad to hear that you were all well even as this leaves me at present. I hope that I may remain so until I once more set my feet on the shores of Old Connecticut which i hope will not be very long. Mr. Plumb is quite sick and has been ever since he heard of Esther’s being worse. He is going to have a furlough he expects soon. The Colonel is going to resign and is coming home and he is coming home with the colonel when he comes. I guess if he could not get a chance to come home, he would not live two months.

We are out on picket now—our company and Co. B—about seven or eight miles from camp guarding a sawmill and gristmill to keep the rebels from burning them. The place is called Evans Mills and the man that used to own them is a captain of the rebel cavalry that we are guarding. This is the pleasantest place I have seen since I left Hartford. It is a very large plantation containing 5,000 acres of land with all sorts of fruit in great abundance—apples, pears, peaches, plums, nectarines, figs, mulberries, and blackberries. I never saw the like of them before. The lots are completely covered with them. I think I should like to own such a plantation if it was up that way but I don’t like the climate of this part of the country.

Our Boys are to work building a dam at this place as the freshets and rains have carried the dam away. There is two upright saws in the sawmill and three runs of stone in the gristmill. There is one of the handsomest runner in this mill that ever you saw. It is a stone imported from France and is as white as chalk.

Thomas Mullen has been very sick with a fever but is better now. I think if he is careful, he will get up as well as ever soon. He is at the hospital. George Johnson from Putnam is very sick at the hospital with the typhoid fever. I have not seen him since I left camp about a week ago. They say he cannot live. Thomas Lawton is very sick and they think it will go rather hard with him.

I did not have to pay anything on my box that father sent. I think they paid enough. The reason my sending that box home was that I had more than I could carry around so I thought I would send them home and it was most too bad to throw the things away. What did you think of that secesh cap that I sent home?

I suppose you have heard of the death of Charles M. Eddy. If not, he died last February the 7th day on his way to Fortress Monroe. I guess that’s about as well as you could have done with that check. I am satisfied. It is confirmed that Corinth is evacuated but as to Richmond being taken, I guess it is not taken but will be without doubt. They are expecting them to retreat down through this way. If they do, Gen. Burnside will give them a warm reception.

Give my respects to your wife and children and write as often as you can. This from your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 6

Fredericksburg, Virginia
August 30th, 1862

Dear Brother,

Your letter of the 25th inst. came to hand this morning and I was very glad to hear from you and hear that you were all well and also to hear that my money and box had gone through all right. I am as well as usual and so is Mr. Plumb. We are stationed here in the city yet and how long we shall stay here is rather uncertain. I think that we shall stay until we are driven out.

Yesterday was a busy day with the union people and the contrabands in packing and moving goods to the depot to go off. About the middle of the afternoon, we had orders to fall in double quick with everything on as the rebels were advancing on us in force. So we fell in. We were thrown out as skirmishers with orders to fight our way back if we had to retreat but to hold them in check as long as we could. So after staying out until dark and no signs of any enemy, we were ordered back to our quarters where we now are. We are going on picket duty tonight to be gone a week if nothing happens or unless we get drove in by the rebels. There is two or three other lines of pickets outside of us so we shall have time to get out of the way if we are attacked. Burnside says that if we have to leave the city, that he will level it to the ground so it will not do them much good if they do come here.

There has been a continual flocking in of contrabands since we came here and they have all been sent out to Washington where they will be sent to Central America as they are going to colonize them there. This war is turning out to be a black abolition war and if I had have known it, they never would got me to enlist. I wish they would give orders to shoot every negro that showed his head. I should like the fun for I have got so sick of seeing so many of them round that I can’t bear the sight of one.

I heard that Dr. McGregor was going out again. Is that so? If it is, what regiment is he going with? I should think he had got about enough of this war, shouldn’t you? I want you to send me a list of all that have gone from round there in your next letter and if their names are in your paper, I would like to have you send me one as I like to read news from round home.

I expect that Pope & Jackson are into it tough and tight as there has been heavy cannonading heard off in the direction of where they are. We heard this morning that Pope was whipping them up handsomely and that they was retreating back and also that one of Jackson’s whole brigades had been taken prisoners. Whether this is true or not, I don’t know. You will hear of it as quick as I shall. They have pretty much all left here and gone to join Pope and McClellan at or near Alexandria, Va., near Bull Run. But I guess that this won’t be another Bull Run affair. If it is, we might as well give up first as last for if we can’t whip them now with what men we have got, we can’t whip them at all.

There has been a report that Gen. [Franz] Sigel had shot Gen. [Irwin] McDowell but I don’t think there is any truth in the report as I have not seen it in any of the papers yet. Have you heard anything about it? 1 There is so many reports that you can’t believe a thing you read and hardly what you see. About the cape that I sent in my other box, it belonged to me. It was one that I cut off of my overcoat and I thought it would make a pretty vest. It wasn’t of much account but there is no need to have lied about it for it was not worth over 25 cents. I shall ask Jim if he wrote such words to his father, If he did, he is to blame. But it is not worth making a fuss about.

Have you got your barn finished yet? How is Jo making it in the mills this year? How does things look? Is there a going to be much of a crop this year? Things don’t look very well here as it has been so dry and hot that everything is all dried up. The fruit looks pretty well. Is there a going to be much fruit up in that section?

I am in hopes that they will close up this business so that we can come home sometime this fall or winter but I am a little afraid that it will take into another year. But if I can have my health and don’t have much fighting to do, I shall get along I guess. I should like to have you write a little oftener if you could just as well as not, for a letter from home puts new courage into me. Give my love to all of your folks and all of our folks & to all enquiring friends and write as soon as you get this. I don’t know as you can read this but read what you can and guess the rest. Goodbye all. Yours respectfully, — William Blackmar

1 McDowell and Sigel had a strong dislike for each other gained during the battle of Second Manassas fought in August of 1862.


Letter 7

Fredericksburg, Virginia
August 11th 1862

Dear Brother,

I have remitted by express a package of checks and money which after you draw the money on them & take the pay for your trouble, I wish you to deliver as follows—viz, twenty dollars to father, and the rest to Esther for Mr. Plumb. Also I have directed a box to you which you will deliver to father if you ever get it. I heard about that overcoat cape that was in that other box. That belongs to me. The things that are in this box are mine and Mr. Plumbs. The object of send them home is that we had got to throw them away and I thought that it would pay to send them home. You tell Joseph that that dress coat is just as good as new and if he can make Orrin anything out of it, to take it. I thought it would make him a good suit of clothes. What do you think about it? If it will, tell him he may have it by paying the express on the box. Also the cap that the fore piece is rounded off. Them new pants are mine and those letters I want Lucy to take and put in my trunk and put with the others and lock it up. The rest of the things such as shirts and drawers can be kept together as they belong to us both.

Those checks are some that we bought for $8 a piece and I thought that they was as good as money and we could make two dollars apiece on them as they are the same as money.

I received a letter from Jane last Saturday announcing the death of our dear mother and I can assure you that it came like a shock upon me as I did not think of her dying any more than I think of coming home tomorrow. I deeply feel her loss made doubly worse by my being far from home among strangers where I could not have the privilege of seeing her before she died and bidding her a last farewell. I hope that you will do all you can to comfort and console your aged father in this hour of his deepest trial.

I don’t think of anything more—only we are under marching orders to march at a moment’s warning. Write as soon as you get this, without fail. Give my love to all and oblige. Your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 8

Camp 11th Regt. C. V. opposite Fredericksburg, Va.
January 6th 1863

Dear Brother,

Having a few leisure moments I thought I would write you a few lines to let you know that I am well and I hope this will find you the same together with your family. I have not heard from you in sometime and I did not know but if I wrote you, that you would take pains enough to answer it. I got a letter from Jane yesterday announcing the death of our dear sister. I can sympathize with you all in your afflictions for I think that we have been sorely afflicted for the past year. But it is God that has bereft us. He can all our sorrows heal.

I had been expecting to hear of her death for some time back so I had got my mind made up to it, yet I feel as though I had lost a near and very dear friend. But she has got through with what we have all got to go through with sooner or later and has gone to meet our dear mother in heaven. I hope that when we are called upon to go the way of all the earth that we may be as well prepared as I think they were.

Mr. Plumb received your letter yesterday and was very glad that you wrote to him and in return wishes me to say to you for what you have done for he esteems it a great favor. In regard to the money that he sent to Cally, he says take it and use it as you see fit. And if you will see to the things in the house he wishes you would and if there is a thing that you can see to any better by taking it home with you, take it and use it. The Parlor stove, he says, if Lucy wants it, let her have it and take care of it and use it until he calls for it. He wants you to keep an account of what you do for him and of any expenses that you have been for him and he will make you satisfied for your trouble. He wishes you to do it as you know better what to do than anyone else.

In regard to what you wrote about some gravestones for Esther, he says if it would be the minds of you all, that he would rather get a good monument for mother and Esther and would be willing to pay is share, let it cost what it will if it would meet the minds of you all. For my part, I am willing to do my part towards it, let it be more or less. I wish you would talk with father and Joseph and Lucy about it and when you write, which I hope will be soon, let me know what you have concluded upon. Tell Lucy that if she will take care of the children until he can arrange matters that he will make her a present of five dollars towards her share if you conclude to do so. He says he is willing to pay her two dollars a week for taking care of the children and more if she says so. Let Lucy have money to get the children clothes when needed. Tell Cally he was glad that she wrote him such a good letter and feels deeply with her for the loss of her mother. Tell her to be a good sister to the children and she shall not lose anything if he lives to come back so that he can repay her. Tell Willard & Cally that he will write to them as soon as possible. He sends his love to Willard and Cally and the little children and to all. [no signature]


Letter 9

Headquarters Provost Guards
Suffolk, Virginia
June 11th 1863

Dear Brother,

Having a few leisure moments I thought I would send you a few lines to let you know how we are getting along down in Old Virginia. I am as well as usual. I do not hear from you very often. I wish you would write once in a while and let a fellow know whether you were dead or alive. What are you up to these days? I suppose you are hoeing the corn and potatoes to kill. How does the crops look this year? Do you think that it looks favorable for good crops? I heard that father had planted all of the south lot and got through planting before half the folks did. I think if that is the case, that he is growing smart in his old age. But I am afraid that he is laying out more work that he will be able to carry out. I hope, however, that he will be able to go through with what he has begun and that he may have good crops adn live to enjoy the benefit of them.

I heard from Edmund one day this week. He was well but was pretty well tired out from long marches and bivouacking on the ground. He said that they had had two battles and he was fortunate enough to keep out of both of them, he being on guard at the time. He has not seen as hard times yet as we did when we marched through Maryland and God grant that he may never see such times as we then saw. It makes our blood run cold to look back and see what we then suffered marching through the dust without (some days) anything to eat, and the rest of the time without half enough. But enough of this for now.

What is your opinion about the war? Do you think that there is any signs of its ending very soon? I think that we shall have to stay our time out and if we live to get home—all right, and if not, we shall have to face the grim monster with as good courage as we can. As long as there is life, there is hope and if we keep up good courage, that is half of the battle.

We have got a very good place here now at present. How long we shall stay, I don’t know but I think as long as ew stay about here that we will stay where we are. I have just received a letter that Jane sent me last August the 25th. The news was pretty fresh, I tell you. I don’t see where it has been all this time. Mr. Plumb is well. I saw him day before yesterday. He is with the rest of the company and I hope he will stay here. Has father got any gravestones for mother yet? What kind of ones if he going to have? Have him get some good ones and all put in and pay for them, I am willing to pay my share.

Everything is quiet here at present with the exception of the pickets have a little shooting to do once in a while but that don’t trouble us any. If I don’t come home on a furlough this summer, I want you to come out and see me after haying if I am where I am now. Won’t you? Give my love to all of your folks and all the rest. And write as soon as you get this and as often as you can. I wish you would send me the Transcript every week and I will make it right with you. Hoping to hear from you soon, I subscribe myself your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 10

Gloucester Point, Virginia
October 14, 1863

Dear Brother,

I take this opportunity of writing to you to let you know how we are getting along down in this quarter of the world. Am well as usual and hope this will find you all the same. You will perceive that we have left the vicinity of Portsmouth. We now are in camp on Gloucester Point opposite Yorktown, Va. How long we shall stay here, I don’t know but I hope not a great while as I don’t like the place.

Have you stopped sending them papers? I have not got any in a long time. Have you seen Plumb’s wife? If you have, how do you like her?

Enclosed you will find six bounty checks payable to your order. You will please take them to the cashier of Thompson Bank and get them cashed if you can adn pay the discount and let me know how much you have to pay. Also as soon as you can get them cashed, you will please express the remainder of the money to my address:

Co. G, 11th Regt. C. V., Portsmouth, Va.

and send the receipt by mail as soon as you send the money. Give my love to all and let me know as soon as you receive them and you will oblige your brother, — William Blackmar

Please pay the express.


Letter 11

Gloucester Point, Virginia
November 9th 1863

Dear Brother,

I received your letter containing $8.20 dollars this afternoon and was very much pleased to get it as I was afraid that you had not got it. You got it cashed and expressed for less than I expected but the cheaper the better for me. I expect that we shall get paid now in the course of a week or two and I shall either buy up a lot of bounty checks or send about fifty dollars in money to father. If I send my checks, you need not be any afraid to get them cashed as I shall send none but what are correct so you need not be afraid to present them for payment. Three of them that I sent you belonged to Sergeant A. Burley of our company. He paid all the express on them and half of the discount in cashing so it cost me but fifty-five cents for my money.

How is times in that part of the country and what are you up to these times? We are now, I believe, on our last year and I wish it was the last month but if they will only let us stay where we are, it will soon slip away. We are now inside of Point Gloucester opposite Yorktown, Va. and we have got pretty comfortable quarters for cold weather to what we had last winter. Whether we will be left to stay here this winter or not, I don’t know but I hope we may. We have quite a lot of guard & picket duty to do but prefer to do it rather than marching about all the time. I am hoping to get a furlough but if I cannot, i wish you would come out and see me, it would not cost you very dear and it would do you a great deal of good besides seeing some of he country and then you could see how the soldiers live.

I don’t think that Mr. Plumb made much buying bounty checks with that money you sent him. I guess he let his have about all that he had left after getting married and I hope he is satisfied, If he is, we ought to be, I shall have considerable to tell you about what he has said about you and your folks, but I don’t want you to say or write anything to him as we are on good terms and I want to be so as long as we are here together.

About them papers, I have not got yours since I have been here and hope you will continue to send them. I am well as usual and hope this will find you all the same. Tell Mattie and Louis that I should like to hear from them. Also Cally and Willard—where are they now? Give my love to all of them and tell them to write and give my love to Morgia & the boys. Direct to Co. G, 11th Regt. Conn. Vols., Yorktown, Va. No more for this time. So goodbye to all. From your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 12

Gloucester Point, Virginia
November 13, 1863

Dear Brother,

Yours of the 9th inst. came to hand yesterday and I now take this opportunity of answering it. I am as well as usual but have not much news to write you. You said that the letter which you sent me contained $57.20 but it contained $58.20. You said that you paid one dollar to get them cashed and 75 cents to express it and 6 cents to George Crosby for carrying it to the cars which would leave $58.19 to come to me which I have got and one cent besides. When I send my money home, you tell father to pay you whatever interest you have to pay on the money and and what other charges you forgot to pat and let me know how much you have to pay as soon as convenient after you pay it. Also I wish that you would take a note of father without interest for the money that I have sent him so that if anything happens to either of us we shall know how we stand. I have sent home just $200 and have had six dollars sent back to me which would be $194 and probably I shall send this payday fifty dollars more which will make $244 for which you will take note in my name bearing no interest and I shall charge none.

Please let me know in your next if you think it a good idea. If he ain’t willing to give a note, you take an account of this, will you not?

I don’t think of much to write so I will draw this to a close. Have you received a letter in answer to the package which you sent me? Give my love to your folks and all enquiring friends, if there be any. and believe me as ever your brother, — William Blackmar

P. S. I am very glad that times are so good there and only wish that I were there to help father make cider and do whatever I could to help him. We are now on our last year and it will soon fly away. The quicker the better to suit me. Hoping to hear from you often. I remain, — William Blackmar


Letter 13

Wallingford. Connecticut
February 22, 1864

Dear Brother,

Enclosed you will find a ten dollar bounty check which i have made payable to your order. It is not due until the 27th of March. You had better put it into a letter and send it to the Postmaster General and forbid the payment of it to any other’s order but yours. Do it as soon as you can and he will send it back to you and tell you when it is due. I want you to send me eight dollars by return mail and you may have the check and the full amount. Now be sure and send me the money by return of mail. Two dollars will pay you pretty good interest (won’t it?).

I am going to try and get a furlough if I can. If I can’t get one, I think I shall take a French leave. What do you think of that? They could let is all [go] home if they had a mind to but they are so damned mean they won’t if they can help it. Excuse me for using such an expression but I can’t help it. I am well in body but not in mind. I had rather if we can’t come home again that they would send us out South. Then we should know what to depend on. If I don’t get a chance to come home, I want you and father & Joseph if he can to come down here and see me. But you and father come anyway. I will let you know when to come.

Give my love to all the folks and don’t forget to send the money by return of mail. Now you be sure and forbid the payment of it to anybody but your order. Theodore Smith, Co. K, 11th Regt. Conn. Vols. is the name.

I don’t think of much more to write so I will draw to a close by hoping to hear from you by return of mail. Ever your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 14

Wallingford, Connecticut
February 25, 1864

Dear Brother,

Having a few leisure moments, I thought that I would write you a few lines to let you know how we are getting along. I am well as usual and hope this will find you all the same. We are under marching orders so they say. whether it is so or not, I don’t know. The Eighth are cooking three days rations but we have got no such orders as yet, but we may before morning. There is a few of the boys that behave so bad that it spoils the fun for the whole. There is a good many that take a french furlough and go home, but I don’t like to do it, would you?

Have you received a letter with a bounty check in it? If you have, have you answered it? I have not received it as yet. I am going to send you my check which you will give me credit for as soon as you get it cashed. I don’t know as they will cash it until the 27th of next month but you might send to the paymasters office in New Haven and he will tell you when it is due and when he will pay it. After you get your pay for the trouble of getting it cashed, give me the credit for the balance and endorse it on that note if you like. If I had plenty of money, I could buy plenty of bounty checks for from six to nine dollars apiece, but I don’t think that it will pay to send money here now as we are liable to go at any moment. But if you have not sent me that eight dollars, I wish you might send it as soon as you can.

Give my love to all the rest of the folks and write as soon as you get this and direct to Wallingford, Connecticut, or elsewhere. Hoping to hear from you soon, I subscribe myself your brother, — William Blackmar

Where is Joseph going to move? Has he got him any place yet? I got a letter from Lucy today stating that Andrew was not very well. Do you hear from Willard very often? How does he like soldiering. Tell Cally to write to me and remember me to all of the folks. So goodbye.

Tell Mattie to write to me as often as she can make it convenient and I will answer them. Has she got the music to “The Vacant Chair?” and “Who will care for Mother now?” If not, you get it for her. — William Blackmar


Letter 15

Wellingford, Connecticut
February 26, 1864

Dear Brother,

We have just got orders to cook three days rations so I expect we shall be off soon. Where we are to go, I don’t know. But if we can’t come home, I don’t care how quick we go for then we shall know what to depend upon. It snows very hard today.

Mrs. Pumb arrived here last night.

Give my love to all and direct to Co. G, 11th Conn. Vols., Washington D. C. Hoping to hear from you soon and often, I will close by bidding you all goodbye. From your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 16

Wallingford, Connecticut
February 26th 1864

Dear Brother & Sister,

I have just received your letter containing eight dollars which I was very glad to receive. I sent a letter to you today with a bounty check in it belonging to me. I forgot to put his name to it but he can do it himself. I mean your name of course.

We expect to go tomorrow. Our rations are all ready and so are we if we can’t come home. I did think that I would take a French leave tonight but I will take your advice. Your letter was short & sweet but hope you will write a longer one next time. I am agoing to send this buck by Mr. Plumb’s wife so I will write a word or two tomorrow after I found out we are going. So I will bid you good night.

Saturday morning, February 27, 1864

Good morning. How do you all do this morning? I am well and hope this will find you the same. I expect we shall go today but I can’t tell anything about it. We [are] liable to go at any moment, I suppose. If you have not sent that check to see when it is due and forbid the payment of it to anybody’s order but yours, you had better do so at once as someone might get one in ahead of you. But if there is any trouble about it, I will make [it good].

We have got orders to pack up as we are right off so I must close by wishing you goodbye. Write soon and often.

Direct to Co. G, 11th Conn. Vols., Washington D. C.

From your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 17

Camp Eleventh Regiment Connecticut Vols.
Williamsburg, Virginia
April 13th 1864

Dear Brother,

Not having heard from you in sometime time and wishing to know whether you got your money on those checks or not, I thought I would write you a few lines to let you know that I am as well as common but am not as fleshy as I was when I was at home. I have heard that Willard was dead. Is there any truth in the story or not? I wish you would let me know as soon as you can and if he is not dead, give me his address so I can write to him.

Did Mrs. Plumb give you a letter from me when she came from Wellingford? I did not know as you have never answered any letters since I left there. I want you to let me know how much of a dividend they declared at the bank and whether you got mine and how much you got. I want you to keep that towards what I owe you and tell me how much I owe you besides on that 25 dollars also, I wish if you don’t take the Transcript that you would subscribe for it and send it to me and take your pay out of what I send you. We have not got paid off yet and don’t know when we shall but as soon as we are I shall send you some and fifty dollars of it I want you to put in in some good savings bank where it will be on good interest and compound the rest if there is more than enough to pay you what I owe you. Put it in the bank with my name.

I suppose that you have seen Mr. Plumb as he has been home. How did you and he make out in your settlement? I suppose you were all glad to see him—especially Morgia. I know she must have been very glad to see and hear that he was anywhere about. Tell Morgia & Mattie that a letter wouyld be very acceptable at any time and Louis too. His is Mamy get along? Is she as full of talk and fun as ever? Where is Cally? I haven’t heard a word from her since I left home. Give my love to her and tell her to write.

I don’t think you Democrats done very well for Governor. If you can’t do better than that, I am afraid that Old Abe will get to be President another four years. The 18th [Connecticut] boys all come to vote. I heard that Isaiah came. Give my love to all of the folks and write as soon as you get this. Send me by Mr. Plumb one dollar’s worth of postage stamps. No more for this time. Goodbye. From your brother, — Willam Blackmar


Letter 18

Camp Eleventh Conn. Vols.
Williamsburg, Va.
April 28th 1864

Dear Brother,

Yours of the 18th instead. came to hand day before yesterday and I was much pleased to hear from [you] and hear that you were all well even as this leave me at the present. I had to send six cents to the postmaster at Fort Monroe before I could get the letter which you sent.

We are under marching orders and have been for a week or two. How soon we may go, I don’t know but expect we may go the first of next week. The officers got orders to send in all their baggage but what they could carry in a valise within five days which looks as though there was agoing to be something done. They are landing troops and have been for a week or two at Yorktown and Gloucester Point, Va.; also at Newport News. There must be an awful lot of troops at both places. Gen. Wm. F. Smith is in command at Yorktown & vicinity. Our regiment is brigaded now. We compose the 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 18th Army Corps. Gen. Wistar is our Division commander and Col. Stedman our Brigade commander.

There is to be two men shot today or tomorrow at this place. They are from the 2nd New Hampshire Regiment. They deserted and were caught and are to be shot in the presence of their regiment. Col. Stedman is to have the charge of shooting them. It may be so we can see them shot but it will be no pleasant sight.

I was very glad of those stamps as I was entirely out. The same day I got this letter, I expressed to you twenty-five dollars of money. It was about all I can well spare at this present time as I owed considerable. We had been so long without any money but I shall never owe so much again as I am no better off than I should be without it. Perhaps you may think that I have gambled it away but it is no such thing as I have hardly played a game of cards since I came back nor I don’t mean to.

Mr. Plumb came back day before yesterday but I did not ask him many questions as I knew he would not tell me anything if I did. All he came home for was just to see that woman of his. He got almost love cracked and made up a story that if he did not come home & settle his affairs that it would be great to him and his children. Anybody would suppose to hear him talk that he was worth his thousands but I don’t believe he will get a furlough again very quick.

I want you to write as soon as you get this and tell me whether you get that money or not, and take your pay out of it and keep run of the rest for I shant. You need not bother about putting any into the savings bank until I sent enough to make it pay. I want you to send me Willards address when you write again and all the news you can get. Give my love to father and tell him that I think that this summer’s campaign is a going to wind up this war business so that if nothing happens to me, probably it will be so I can come home for good by next spring certain. Give my love to all the folks and tell them to write and you do the same as often as you can. So I will close by wishing you all goodbye until you hear from me again.

From your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 19

Macon House in Portsmouth, Va.; used as an Army Hospital in 1864.

Macon House Hospital
Portsmouth, Va.
May 23, 1864

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know how I am getting along. I am well with the exception of my hand which is quite sore yet and I hope it may so until this campaign is over. I was wounded on the 9th of this month between three and four o’clock p.m. It is nothing but a flesh wound and will not affect my hand at all after it once gets well. It was a pretty lucky hit for me as I was wounded the first man in the regiment and I might have got it worse if I had gone farther on as it was a pretty hot place. I was wounded while forming in line of battle. I think it was the 16th that the rebs made an attack on our men in a very heavy fog and took our men all by surprise. But they got repulsed with great slaughter and our men suffered terribly. Our regiment had quite a number wounded but I have not heard as there was any killed. It seems to be the general opinion that Butler has got whipped as he is back within five miles of Bermuda Hundred, the place where we landed first, but is strongly entrenched.

I was in hopes that they would get Richmond before my hand got better as I don’t care about going back up there again for I might not get off so well another time. We don’t fare very well here but it is not because Uncle Sam don’t furnish us enough. It is because the doctors are contractors and they are making a good speck [speculation] out of it. They get 40 cents a day for each man.

You answer this letter and let Mattie write the other and send them separate, and tell me if you got that money I sent you and direct to Ward 5. [no signature]


Letter 20

The Knight US Army General Hospital in New Haven, Connecticut

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
June 13, 1864

Dear Brother,

You will be surprised to see a letter from me headed at this place but I came here last night on the steamer George Clary [?]. I am as well as ever and hope these few lines will find you the same. the State Agent came to the corporal at Portsmouth and wanted all men that would not be able for duty in thirty days to get ready and [ ] as soon as the boat came. So I went to the doctor expecting he would send me to the regiment. He asked what was the matter with me and I told him. He examined me and said that I did not [ ] and recommended me for a twenty days furlough, and the same day sent me on here with a lot of sick and wounded soldiers….

I want you to come down here to see me whether I come home with you or not and bring me about ten dollars in money. I will go home with you if I can. If youy don’t come, please send me the money as soon as you get this. But come if possible. I wil tell you all when I see you. Have Mattie come with you. Give my love to all and father. Hoping to see you…I will draw to a close. Your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 21

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
September 22, 1864

Dear Brother,

I wrote you these few lines to let you know that I am well and enjoying yself first rate. I am acting as Assistant Ward Master in Ward 4 and like it first rate. There is a great meeting here today on the green to ratify the nomination of Gen. McClellan. I am going down soon to see how it comes off. I want you as soon as you get this to either go or send ten dollars to Mr. John Buchanan without fail. We have not got paid off yet but expect to as soon as next week and then I will either come & bring you some money or send it to you so you can make it all right when it comes for your trouble and the money too. Now be sure and pay it to him as soon as you can after you receive this.

Do you hear anything from Edmund or Willard? They have had a big battle there this week and I should like to hear from them. Please let me know of this and whether you paid him or not and write as soon after this as you can. Excuse this short letter as I have considerable writing to do & I will do better next time. Give my love to all the folks and believe me as ever your brother, — William Blackmar

Knight General Hospital, New Haven, Ct. Ward 4


Letter 22

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
October 9th 1864

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know how I am getting along, and more especially to send you some money. I am as well as usual adn am enjoying myself first rate. You had ought to have been here night before last to the torchlight procession. It was the greatest sight that I ever saw. There was somewhere from 30 to 40,000 people present and it was splendid. I think that the Democrats stand a good chance if they turn out and do what they can do, but enough of this politics. Election will tell the story so hurrah for Little Mac, our next President.

A torchlight parade for George McClellan, Democratic Nominee for President in 1864

I am agoing to send you four twenty dollar bills legal tender notes. you will see by looking at them that they are drawing interest at six percent with compound interest so I thought that about as good as to put them out and a little better. So you may pull them down and keep them. Just send me a receipt that you have got eighy dollars of my money—that is, if I don’t come home again and if I do, we will make it all straight.

I don’t know whether they will send me to the front right away or not but I have not been examined yet so I don’t believe they will send me without an examination. I want you to send me word as soon as you receive the money.

Have you heard from Edmund yet? If you have, I wish you would send me his letter. You tell father that I did not get but ninety dollars as my bounty was not put on the rolls and the paymaster would not pay only what was on the rolls. Tell him if he really wants the thirty dollars which is the amount of the note that I gave him, that I will see that he has it as soon as you let me know, and if he had just as leave let the note run that I had as I want to keep this bills that I send you. you will see on the back of the bill that at the end of three years the one who holds them can either take $3.88 interest on one of them or $23.88 for the bill, the interest to be paid in gold. You can ask Mr. Sharp and see if it is not just as I say about them, and if he says not and thinks I could do better than to keep them, let me know, and I will tell you what to do with them. But I am satisfied that they are better to keep than to put at interest.

Give my love to all the folks and be sure and write as soon as you get the money as I shall feel uneasy until I hear from them. So goodbye. From your brother, — William Blackmar

Knight General Hospital, New Haven, Connecticut

October 11th 1864

I have come to the conclusion to not send you but sixty dollars instead of eighty as I at first thought I would as it will leave me rather short so you will lay that away and keep it as I directed. They sent a squad away to the front yesterday but they did not send me. I think I am good for them until after election and then I don’t care. So goodbye.From your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 23

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
December 6, 1864

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know that I am well as usual. How do you all do? I meant to have come home to thanksgiving but I could not get away. I was head nurse in Ward Two and the ward master said he could not let me come. But I am agoing to try and come home to New Years if I can. I am now a clerk in the Major’s office and I like it first rate. I think if I can suit them that I will have a job all winter.

Have you heard from Edmund or Willard lately? I have got to go to work so I will draw to a close. I want you to lend me $20 by return of mail as we are not agoing to get pay until January and I shall want some. Please send it without delay. Give my love to all the folks and believe me as ever your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 24

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
January 1, 1864 [should be 1865]

Dear Brother,

I write these few lines to let you know that Willard is dead. He died in the hospital at Frederick City, Maryland, sometime in November of acute diarrhea. I am very sorry to hear of this but it must be so as it come from the surgeon in charge of the hospital. I will send you the letter that 1 wrote to the doctor and you can read what he wrote in return. You write to the surgeon in charge of the hospital and find out whether he was buried so that his body could be found and also find out about his effects, whose hands they are in, and have them sent to you. Also have his papers sent so you can draw his back pay and bounty. I suppose this will almost kill [his sister] Cally, but tell her to not worry herself too much for he is better off than as though he had got his time to stay in the service and suffer and perhaps be killed. It is one consolation to know that he died a natural death and not by the hand of a rebel foe.

Hoping you will answer soon, I am as ever your brother, — William Blackmar


Letter 25

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
January 10, 1865

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know that I received your letter and in reply I will say that I think the best way for you to do is to go out and get his body as soon as possible. It would not be of any use for me to write to the surgeon in charge as regards his effects as he would not give me any information in regard to them as there is strict orders against it. The way for you to do is to take your papers which I suppose you have showing that you are his lawful guardian and when you get there you will find out what things he had and about all his affairs and by your giving a receipt for his things, you can take them. I would enquirer of someone that would be liable to know whether it would be cheaper to get a metallic case here and take with you or buy one in Washington or when you get there.

You would have to get his body embalmed and therefore I think a metallic case would be required. I would either go and send someone and you can go cheaper than you could hire and I would go right away as soon as possible as the longer you wait, the worse it will be. You will have to go to New York to get a pass to go to Frederick and you want to enquirer for the Office of Col. D. J. Van Buren, Assistant Adjutant General to Maj. Gen. Dix, New York City. I would go let it cost what it would

Come think it all over, I would wait until I got out there before I got the case as you can get one there as cheap as you could here and pay the express on it. If you go, please let me know as soon as convenient.

I am as well as when at home. Give my love to all and believe me as ever your brother, — Wm. Blackmar


Letter 26

Knight General Hospital
New Haven, Connecticut
February 24th 1865

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know that I am well as usual and to inform you that the state agent to whom you want to apply for the settlement of Willard’s back pay and bounty is W. A. Benedict, Conn. State Agent, 252 F. Street, Washington D. C.

I would write or have someone do so right away. It will cost you nothing but postage. Your brother, — Wm. Blackmar


Letter 27

Knight Gen. Hospital
New Haven, Conn.
April 4th 1865

Dear Brother,

Yours of the 3rd inst. came to hand and was much pleased to get it as my funds were getting rather low. I don’t know whether I shall come home this week or not. It will depend whether there is any danger of the paymaster coming the last of the week. If there is, I shall not come but if he don’t come, I think that I shall try and come home next Friday.

I suppose you have heard of the glorious news of the fall of Petersburg and Richmond which took place at a quarter past eight o’clock yesterday morning and is now held by our forces under Gen. Weitzel, commanding the 25th Army Corps composed wholly of colored troops. It is officially confirmed by dispatches from the Secretary of War, President Lincoln, andGeneral Grant. Sheridan is following the flying rebels as fast as he can and will probably drive them to the wall. Is not this glorious news? It does look now as though this war would be settled soon and leading men here predict a peace by the first of May. But i think the Fourth of July will be one of the greatest jubilees that was ever known in this country or any other.

What does Edmund get a month? I don’t think of much more so I will draw to a close. I will send you a Herald by this afternoon’s mail so you can read for yourself. Give my love to all the folks and believe me as ever your brother, — Wm. Blackman


Letter 28

Knight Gen. Hospital
New Haven, Conn.
April 20th 1865

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know that I am as well as usual and hope his may find you and the rest of your family the same. I don’t know hardly when I shall come home but I have got a furlough in the Major’s office for thirty days and as soon as he finds out what they are agoing to do with us, they he says he will give it to me. If it don’t come before many days, I shall come home on a pass.

Is not the dividend money due? If so, you will draw it if not already drawn and send me ten dollars by return of mail as my boots have given out and I must get a pair of shoes or boots soon or go barefooted.

As the mail is about closing, I will close so goodbye from your brother, — Wm. Blackmar


Letter 29

Camp Gillmore
Concord, New Hampshire
May 29th 1865

Dear Brother,

I write you these few lines to let you know that I am well as usual and to let you know that we have moved to this place. We arrived here today about half past ten o’clock this forenoon and are quartered in barracks about three quarters of a mile from the city. We passed through Thompson Sunday morning about 3 o’clock on the boat train and I should have jumped off the train and come home and stayed over Sunday but when we got to the depot the train was agoing so fast that it was impossible to jump without breaking a fellow’s neck so I thought I would wait until I got here and then I would get a pass for four or five days and that would do a great deal better.

I don’t know how long we shall stay here but probably two or three months and perhaps longer. Pretty good soldiering up in the country, don’t you think so? I think I shall wait until about the 4th of July and then come home if I can.

We left Point Lookout last Thursday about 11 o’clock at night and been on the way ever since. There is not much news to write so I will draw to a close. I want you to send me twenty dollars as we have not been paid off yet and there is no knowing when we shall be. Don’t send that note but keep it and send any other kind and if you send your money, I will pay back as soon as I get paid off & pay you for the use of it.

Please write as soon as you get this and direct to Co. B, 11th Veteran Reserve Corps, Concord, New Hampshire.

Give my love to all and believe me your unworthy brother, — Wm. Blackmar


Letter 30

Camp Gilmore
Concord, New Hampshire
June 3rd 1865

Dear Brother,

I received your kind letter this morning and it was a very welcome letter as it contained just what I wanted. you may send the other as soon as convenient any time within a week. You wanted to know what we are doing here. We are simply guarding ourselves at present but we are expecting troops from Washington home here to be mustered out and then I expect we will have to patrol the city. It is what I call pretty easy soldiering. I don’t have any guard duty nor any fatigue duty to do, but I get pretty tired. You know I was always pretty good to work and I think when I get out of the service that I shall be still better. All I do is to do the company writing and come out on dress parades and Sunday inspections. So you see I have a pretty hard time of it. I don’t know when I shall come home but I am agoing to try and come home about the 4th of July and I may take a notion to come out Thursday but I can’t tell for certain.

What are the folks all up to? There is not much news to write so I will close. Give my love to all the folks and send the rest of that money as soon as convenient.

Your affectionate brothr, — W, Blackmar

Direct to William Blackmar, Co. B, 11th V. R. C., Concord New Hampshire

To L. K. Blackmar, Thompson, Conn., June 3rd, 1865


Letter 31

Camp Gilmore
Concord, New Hampshire
November 20, 1865

Having a few leisure moments, I thought I would write you a few lines to let you know how I am getting along. Also to send you that ten dollars that I had of you and I will settle with you for the trouble when I come home. I am aboutr the same in health now that I was when I left home. I told you that I thought I should be at home in two weeks and so I should if I had have given the government my bounty which amounts to $40 which I thought I could not afford to just for the sake of getting my discharge a month or two earlier for if I wait until my old regiment comes home, I shall get the whole of it and they may come any day even if I have to stay until spring. I don’t think I could do better that to stop for it for you see I am drawing my $16 a month besides board and clothes which you see will be as well as I could do if I was out of it this minute, for I should not calculate to do much this winter and I must live somewhere/ So take it all in all, I think I done right in staying. What do you think about it?

We discharged twenty men from our company the 14th of this month and have ten left so I am not alone. There is five of us staid by our bounty and two would have been discharged with the rest but were under arrest awaiting sentence of court martial for desertion. they will probably go somewhere this week and then there will be eight of us left. We are having rather of a hard time of it now doing guard duty over the prisoners, being on guard every other day. I have been on guard three times within five days but it will not last long. As soon as the prisoners are gone, three will not be much guard duty to do. It will bring us about three times in two weeks.

Have you heard anything from Joe’s folks lately? How are they getting along? Does Jane get any more reconciled yet? and does she eat anything yet? I received a letter from her a few days ago and she did not say much—only about how she felt and that she could not get her mind onto anthing else. And that if she did not get help soon, she should die. I wrote and told her to ask Joe if he wanted some money that I would let him have sixty dollars and have not got any answer yet. It is not quite time. If he wants it, I shall let him have it for he must be pretty hard pushed just now. If he don’t want it, I shall bring it home with me when I come. If I don’t get my discharge before, I shall try and come home to Thanksgiving. When you write, let me know if you can find out whether Joe Buchanan got his gun all right that I sent him. write just as soon as you get this. So goodbye. From your brother, — Wm. Blackmar

Give my love to all the folks. Also to James [ ] and family and don’t put ogg writing as you generally do but write as soon as you get this. Tell father if you see him that he need not send that ten dollars but keep it until I call for it. If you can’t read this, let me know and I will do better next time. Yours in haste, — Wm. Blackmar

P. S. I was thinking after I wrote that I would not send you that ten dollars in this letter as it would not be but about two weeks until I come home and then I would bring it to you. If you want it very bad, you write and let me know and I will send it to you. Perhaps Father has got that so he can let you have it. If not let me know. Your brother, — Wm. Blackmar

1862: William Henry Mix to Eva Knapp

William Henry Mix, Co. K, 2nd New Hampshire Infantry

This letter was written by William “Henry” Mix (1840-1922) of Warsaw, Wyoming County, New York. His parents were Charles Knight Mix (1814-1877) and Caroline M. Worden (1817-1855). In his lifetime, William was employed as a dry goods merchant, a farmer, and a real estate agent. Mix wrote the letter to May Evelyn (“Eva”) Knapp and her mother. Eva was born on July 9th, 1844 to Charles Harlow Knapp 1803–1894 & Roxcynthia Matilda Worden 1811–1894. Though Mix called them “mother” and “”sister,” they were actually his aunt and first cousin. Eva married Alvah C. Manson (1841-1922) in December 1866.

William Henry Mix enlisted as a private in Co. K, 2nd New Hampshire Volunteers on 21 April 1861 serving with the unit for over two years. He survived a chest wound received at the Battle of Gettysburg in July 1863. He was later offered a commission as Lieutenant in Co. I, 19th U.S.C.T. [Colored Troops] and mustered in at Camp Stanton, Benedict, Maryland on 9 January 1864.

See also—1864: William Henry Mix to Eva Knapp and 1866: William Henry Mix to Eva Knapp.

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

Addressed to Miss Eva Knapp, Warsaw, Wyoming county, New York

Opposite Fredericksburg, Virginia
Sickles Division
Co. K, 2nd New Hampshire Volunteers
December 6th 1862

Dear Cousin Eva,

I received your welcome letter of the 27th ult. a few days since with the stamps, Electa’s letter & Alice’s, all unsealed, and open to inspection for the public! Surely “John” [?] must have called the morning and sent it off, and taking so many kisses from your dewey lips, there was not enough moisture left to dampen the mucilage. I shan’t allow any such proceedings! You must do up all your hugging & kissing at night and bound up early next morning, fresh and rosy to meet the “king of day.” You seldom catch a peek at his lovely visage before 8 or 9 o’clock the time of year.

Wesley is much better now. He can chew now and the smelling has gone down that was on his neck. He will get his discharge probably in about three years from the time he enlisted. Ditto here—if I don’t get a “life discharge” sooner. I thought he would be sent back with the sick, but her got better and has nearly recovered. I saw him, Anson, and Alvin about a week ago. Also Sheffield who, poor fellow, has been unwell some time.

You’re a smart girl! He sent his regards to you some time ago. You thought we might at least return the compliment. In my old diary, I had the address of Heman and this everlasting Denia [?] please send the regiment, company or battery, Division & Corps, again and perhaps I can find them. I’ve got the “Raven” at last & no thanks to Miss Eva either. A charming (of course) New England lassie wrote it for me. And because I said nothing about receiving it when I wrote to her Uncle Mr. Weeks, she again wrote it off for your humble servant & said as I wrote nothing about receiving it, she thought it did not reach me, which was true. Mr. Weeks, not hearing from me in over two months wrote to Col. [Gilman] Marston & received his answer but a few days before I wrote.

I am glad you enjoyed yourself we well Thanksgiving! We were on a long march to this place & when it came noon, we sat down to eat our Thanksgiving dinner which consisted of not roast turkey, plum puddings, chickens, pies, cakes and other fancy fixings, but it did consist of four hard bread and a small piece of bacon! As I say munching my hard bread and chewing on the bacon, my mind wandered back to the comforts and luxuries of Thanksgiving at home. For a moment, I was tempted to repine at my lot. Yet it was but a moment for in glancing around, I saw not the happy faces & manly forms of many brave fellows that were with us full of health & life one year ago. They have fought their last fight. Ah yes, I have many things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving—that I enjoy good health and my aimless life has been spared, while Oh! too many of my comrades are no more!

On the “front” again a chance to talk with the little rebs & big rebs, uncouth & ragged specimens of the southern bipeds, with now and then a partly decent-looking gray back; pickets a few rods apart, arms stacked, looking as unconcerned as though on fatigue duty.

How silent and gloomy the town. It seems like a city of the dead! Now & then may be seen a squad of the regiment on picket, promenading its once dense, crowded streets, an army wagon or two, or cavalryman dashing through with “orders” are now all that’s left of the millionaires carriages & hosts of drays that once thronged the streets & make the [ ] of palatial residences which resounded back to elegant churches. Suppose dim and silent aisles now feel not the tread of the gaily dressed throng & walls near not the edict that buys and sells—aye, shackles the limbs—of our own race in servitude!

Eva, be careful how you raise the hopes of a certain Mr. D that can never be realized. You will repent it. You marry an old Bach! T’will be time enough to talk about it when you get to be an “old maid.” By that time, I’ll be an “old Buck!” Then according to your promise when I was at home last, we will settle down together. Oh! by the by, if I should lose an arm or leg, why I’ll release you from your promise. Ain’t I magnanimous, eh! fair Coz? Nonsense! Don’t take it so much to heart. I like your letters in what ever mood you write. Will you never learn to take me as I mean?

I wrote to Electa & Smart Alice (of course). Write soon. Your devoted cousin, — Henry

The fields are white! Winter in canvas houses! Pleasant here! Yet we’ve raised ours up four logs high, banked it up. Made a [ ] chimney on the side which makes it comfortable compared with most of them!

1862: Adam Scholl Brey to Peter Brey

These letters were written by Adam Scholl Brey (1833-1916) who was a 27 year-old bricklayer from Montgomery county, Pennsylvania when he enlisted in Co. H, 3rd Pennsylvania Reserves (32nd Pennsylvania Infantry) on 18 June 1861. Adam was discharged from the regiment on 28 July 1864 after three years service. When Adam enlisted, he was described as standing 5 feet, 7 inches tall, with grey eyes and black hair. He was hospitalized on 4 September 1862 at Bedloes Island in New York but I have not learned why.

Letter 1

Camp near Hunter’s Mill, Virginia
March 14, 1862

Dear Brother,

Your letter came duly to hand on the 14th of March and was glad to hear that you have received the money and that you’re all well at present. I am in good state of health and hope this may find you all the same. I must also inform you that we are moved. I suppose you have seen it already in the paper. We left Camp Pierpont [near Langley, Va.] March the 10th afternoon at one o’clock and arrived at Hunter’s Mill the same day at ten o’clock in the evening. That day we marched about 18 miles. Our camp is 7 miles on this side Centreville as near as I know. We are encamped neat the Leesburg Railroad, just about one hundred yards on this side.

I will now inform you a little about our camp life in this part of the country. We did not take our tents along—nothing but what we could carry in our knapsacks. Some of our company had small tents to carry in their knapsack but we did not get any yet. We went to work and built ourselves tents with little brushes as good as we could to sleep under. I must also inform you that we have marching orders again to leave tomorrow morning at three o’clock.

And about the war, I suppose you know more than I do at present. Dear brother, I have one likeness yet that I left at Camp Pierpont which I will send to your wife. I had three. One I sent to father and one to Matilda Smith’s sister’s daughter but this here is not quite as good as the others. I kept it on purpose to send it to you but it did not suit me well enough to send it to you. I thought I would get it better but I got no chance to get it better. It looks like a robber but it is to protect ourselves. She says that she would pay the cost to send the likeness but I don’t want her to pay anything.

Dear Brother, I will do so as a favor to send you $15 dollars more if we get our pay soon enough. But I don’t know how soon that we will get it. With this, I will come to a close. Excuse my bad writing for I have no ink at present and I was in a hurry. As soon as you receive this likeness, please let me know soon. I will give you the direction to your letter.

Mr. Adam S. Brey, Co. H, 3rd Regiment Penn. Reserve Vol. Corps., Care of Col. Horatio G. Sickel, Washington D. C.

Then it don’t make no different where we are. The letters will be forwarded to us. Your brother Adam


Letter 2

Headquarters 3rd Regiment P. R. V. C.
Gen. M’Calls Division
Camp Manassas Junction
April 16th 1862

Dear Brother Peter,

I take the pen in hand to write a few lines to you to inform you that I am well at present and hope these few lines will find you the same. I also inform you that I received father’s letter and was very glad to hear that he is well again. I understand in father’s letter that you was sick.

I will now inform you that we left camp near Alexandria on the 10th of April at 7 o’clock in the morning and marched to the other side of Centerville and slept there until the other morning. We marched about 18 or 20 miles that day so we start again in the morning at 7 o’clock for Manassas Junction and arrived there at two o’clock noon. And then the other morning I and six of my comrades went to the battlefield where the Battle of Manassas was fought but we did not see much but dead horses and the graves where the dead bodies are buried.

About the war, I suppose you all know as much as I do if you read the paper. Excuse me for not writing sooner, I thought you could hear the news in father’s letter just as well as if I wrote to you and another thing, I had no chance to write hardly [at] the time since we was moving so you will please let this letter read to father and with this I will come to a close hoping you will not forget me in writing. My best respects to you all. Your affectionate brother, — Adam

Direct your letter to Mr. Adam S. Brey, Co. H, 3rd Regt. P. R. V. C., Washington D.C.


Letter 3

Camp near Fredericksburg
May 28th 1862

Dear Brother,

Your welcome letter of 22nd inst. came duly to hand which pleased me very much to hear that you are all well at present. I enjoy good health at present and hope this may find you all the same. Again, it gives me great pleasure to receive letters from you. I feel when I am reading them almost as if I was talking to you and I hope the time may come soon again that I can have the pleasure to speak with you all. So God’s Will that I shall return to Old Pennsylvania with life again which I hope the time will come soon again.

I must also inform you that we left camp near Falmouth. We are encamped about a miles on this side Fredericksburg and on this side of the Rappahannock River yet. We lay alongside at the railroad which runs to Fredericksburg. The railroad bridge is finished again so that the cars can run to the town of Fredericksburg.

I must also inform you how the Rebels treat our men. An old gray-headed man which was a Rebel, he passed one of our men who was lying nearby a well. He was wounded [and] he asked this old man for a drink of water which he give him. In one hand he has the cup and in the other hand a revolver which he shot him instantly dead. And on the march from [ ] Station to Falmouth, five men of the 12th Regiment belonging to our Division which were so tired that they could not march along no more with the regiment so they had to stay behind and a party of Rebels took them and tied their legs at the limbs of the trees with their heads hanging downwards with their throat cut off. That is the way our cavalry found them when they went out scouting a few days after the march.

And I would tell more such work which the Rebels done but I must hurry to close my letter for the drum beats for drill.

N. B. I will send this little locket as a present to William and with this I will come to a close hoping you will not forget me in writing. Write soon again. Yours truly, your brother, — Adam

Excuse my mistakes and bad writing. I was in a hurry. My best respects to you and all enquiring friends. Your brother, — Adam

1862: Charles Anthem Chapin to Charles Tubbs

The following letters were written by Charles Anthem Chapin (1841-1900) who enlisted in May 1861 at Elmira to serve two years in Co. K, 23rd New York Infantry. He entered the war as a private, was promoted to corporal and then sergeant before mustering out of the regiment on 22 May 1863.

Charles was the son of David Jewett Chapin (1802-1876) and Alice Glazier (1799-1865). I believe that Charles was slightly wounded at the Battle of Antietam but not so badly he could not fulfill the term of his enlistment.

Brandt’s book on Charles Tubbs’ Collection of Civil War Letters

Chapin wrote the letters to Charles Tubbs, the corresponding secretary of the Orophilian Lyceum of Alfred University in Alfred Centre, New York. Founded in 1836, Alfred University was an early-day coeducational college. Tubbs later attended Union College, graduated with honors in 1864, and then attended the law school in Ann Arbor, Michigan. In researching Tubbs, I was surprised to discover a 1996 publication entitled, “Mr. Tubbs’ Civil War” by Nat Brandt. In his introduction. Brandt wrote that, “Charlie Tubbs experienced the Civil War vicariously. He never volunteered nor was drafted in the Union military forces. But many of his friends went to war, and it was through them that the day-to-day experience of the war came alive for him in the most personal way. Throughout the war, Tubbs received more than 175 letters from his friends, ordinary young men, all products of rural New York and Pennsylvania.” Curiously, of the 17 letter writers mentioned in Brandt’s publication, Charles A. Chapin is not listed and his letters do not appear in the book. It may be that these letters, which were once part of a larger collection of Tubb’s collection, were separated from the rest at an early date. It may also be possible that Brandt chose not to include these letters in his book for some reason.

Letter 1

Addressed to Corresponding Secretary Orophilian Lyceum, Alfred Centre, Allegany county, N. Y.

Camp opposite Fredericksburg, Stafford county, Va.
April 1862

Dear Oros,

On the morning of the 18th pursuant to an order that previous night at 6:30 o’clock, General Patrick’s Brigade was on the march en route for Fredericksburg. We had marched to Catlett’s Station two days before—a distance of 10 miles from Bristol on the Orange & Alexandria Railroad. We had two day’s rations in our haversacks and were told we had a hard march before us of about 32 miles which was to be accomplished in two days. Gen. Augur’s Brigade had gone the day before accompanied by a portion of Capt. Gibbon’s artillery.

The morning dawned clear and bright and the merry sound of martial music rose with sweet and cheering melody upon the gentle morning breeze. The harsh command along the line, the careless shout of the soldier, and the rattle of heavy baggage wagons all gave a scene of curiosity to the observing eye and yet to the careless and accustomed, nothing worth of note. Knapsacks were tightened and many a fine overcoat and blanket lay on the campground. Every article not absolutely necessary was dispensed with. General Patrick’s stern and repulsive form was seen here and there along the line directing everything according to his own military notions whether it was for the good and ease of the soldier or not. All concerning him, as a commander may be summed up as follows—he wishes to make no distinction between volunteers and regulars.

On we marched over roads very bad and in some cases impassable. After three or four miles, we halted. The boys’ knapsacks seemed heavier than ever and here another draw was made on the contents. The country for several miles south of the railroad is rough and poor though well watered with clear running streams. The timber is mostly second growth oak and pine. We found a greater number of slaves through this part of the state than in any other through which we have passed. And many were the questions pertaining to the Rebel forces asked them as they followed our train, in some instances by scores. They were, for the most part, illy clad and expressed great warmth of feeling toward our troops and cause. Some of their masters were in the Rebel army; others at home whose sons had gone.

At noon we halted near the line of Prince William county and Stafford county. Here I counted 27 negro men, women and children in squads, running here and there, gathering up everything in the line of clothing they could obtain. The plantations along the southern boundary of Prince William County looked very fine. The fields were green with grass and wheat lying in some instances a foot high. Peach and cherry trees were in full bloom and the first trees just beginning to don their spring attire. But strange to say, I saw but one plow going through a tract of country of 33 miles. Men sat idle and seemed to wait for the results of the Rebellion while their negroes ran here and there as if the day of Jubilee had come. Indeed, I was astonished at the confidence they had that God would set them free.

The day was extremely hot and many of the soldiers were compelled to leave the ranks and seek some shade near at hand while a few fell from exhaustion and had to be carried from the road. One of the 20th Regiment died. I thought the march was illy managed.

At about 5:30 p.m., we had marched 17 miles and had a very good chance to camp for the night, but it was not our worthy General’s opinion to halt us for the night so he gave us orders to march 6 miles further. A heavy rainstorm was fast coming on and already the vivid lightning and hoarse-toned thunder could be seen and heard. Quite a number had already fallen out of the ranks and the rest were tired of the march but at the word “forward” all sprung into the ranks and moved onward with resolute hearts. In half an hour, the rain came down in torrents—yet still the men pushed on through mud and water. Darkness came and on we moved. “A little way further” ran along the line and cheered us for the last mile. When at last the brigade was to camp for the night and at 9 p.m. we had unslung knapsacks and commenced building fires for which purpose a goodly amount of rails were confiscated, contrary to the General’s orders but in accordance with Col. [Henry C.] Hoffman’s.

Soon a thousand fires were flickering through the darkness and the busy hum of voices told that the soldiers were busily engaged at their evening meal. A dish of hot coffee, hard crackers, and pork, gave us a comfort which none but the weary and hungry soldier can fully appreciate. The rain had ceased and the stars began to look once more with pleasant smiles. The next thing on the program was to dry our clothes which was soon done and at 10 o’clock I lay down with my tent mate, S[eymour] Dexter, to seek a night’s repose. Fortunately for us, the night was not very cold and no more rain fell. A sounder sleep I never enjoyed.

During the first day’s march, General Patrick captured a rebel prisoner from the 16th Mississippi Regiment who had fought under him as Major in Mexico. He readily knew the General and called him by name. He was tall and fearless—6′ 2″—armed with a Lancaster rifle & Bowie knife.

The second day our regiment was detailed to act as rear guard to protect the baggage train and bring up all, square in the rear. Before we started, we learned that a severe skirmish had occurred between a regiment of our cavalry and a regiment of Rebel infantry—the details of which I will give below. Our march this day was quite easy as we halted often to wait for the wagons and we had only 11 or 12 miles to go. When we got within about two miles of Falmouth, we came to a pile of knapsacks and some dead horses. General Ruger’s Brigade had marched all night the 18th and ascertained the day before that the Rebel pickets had fled across the [Rappahannock] River to Fredericksburg and so pushed to get here before the bridge was burned. Our cavalry was about a half a mile ahead of the infantry and just at daybreak were surprised by 400 or 500 Rebels in ambush. They had recrossed the river the night before and made a rail fortification across the road, flanked on one side by a house and the other by some trees. Into this our cavalry rode unawares and were fired upon with considerable effect. Some of our men were killed and 20 wounded and 6 of the Rebels—so we were informed by a man near the skirmish ground—were carried back dead. Also quite a number wounded.

The 14th New York Zouaves were ordered up, thus the reason of their throwing off their knapsacks, but our cavalry had routed them so they had no part in the fray. Our forces followed up just in time to shell the Rebels away from the bridge and save about two-thirds of it; the rest having been burned. As near as I can learn from the citizens here, and the contrabands who daily flock into our lines—some being quite intelligent, Fredericksburg contains about 5,000 inhabitants. It is situated on the right bank of the Rappahannock and though quite ancient in style, yet tis a very pleasant town. Two large churches and a courthouse are visible from our camp. I have not been out of camp to take a view of the town in full. Some of our boys have visited the town but contrary to orders and had to do it clandestinely.

I must mention one instance which came under my observation of the readiness some of the negroes manifest n learning. I called into a negro hut while on patrol and began to talk about education to them, and at the same time took out a scrip of a leaf having the alphabet on it. I called upon a little negro girl of seven years who was perfectly ignorant of the alphabet to come and learn it. She readily responded to my request and in half an hour could repeat the whole of it. The same girl could tell the number of each regiment in our brigade and the Colonel’s name from once hearing them told her.

Many of the citizens of Fredericksburg have left at the approach of our troops and there is but little trade going on in the town. A Mr. Woodruff, formerly from Chemung county, New York, who resides here, told me that he knew of a band of Rebels organized near here called the Moccasin Rangers who had permission from the Governor to fight just as they chose and one of them made his brags to him that he had “turned the Yankees loose”—a term used here for the word kill. This same man [Woodruff] is known by several of our company and I can put reliance on what he says. He came over to our camp the other day bringing with him five ladies. They, to show their benevolence, brought to us four or five gallons of milk, a pail of butter, a basket of cooked eggs, and bread and cookies in proportion, making our hearts rejoice once more at the sight of such a luxury—to say nothing about the fair ones of Union sentiments.

The citizens say we Yankees have an awful name, but the Confederate troops never stationed a guard in every house for the protection of property as we have done. Law and order prevail!

We have had no newspapers the last week and are hungry for fresh news. Have rumors of a great fight at Yorktown but this is all. There are three brigades here now—Augur’s, Patrick’s and one, Col. Cutler commanding, formerly King’s—he now commanding the Division. We have had a great deal of rain during the last week and for the last 24 hours it has rained almost incessantly. But now it has the appearance of a fair spell of weather. Our comrades [Mark] Shephard and [Lewis] Kenyon are not with us. I understand they are Alexandria Hospital. The rest of the Alfred Boys are in good health. Your brother Oro, — C. A. Chapin


Letter 2

Corresponding Secretary of the Orophilia Lyceum, Alfred Centre, Allegany county, NY

Fredericksburg, Virginia
May 11th 1862

Dear Oros,

The 23rd [New York] Regiment now holds this famous town—famous because it is as old as Philadelphia—because we lay two weeks on the opposite bank of the Rappahannock and did not enter the city while the Rebels had free access to it and removed all the stores and provisions valuable therein—and because tis the place where Washington spent his youthful days from the time he was four years old till he was thirteen. It is by nature a most beautiful place. The valley is sufficiently wide to give ample room for a large city. The chain of hills on either bank is not abrupt but gently sloping, while here and there, back from the river, tower lofty mansions with almost every feature of beauty and grandeur.

The city has many bad features and some good ones. It looks deserted and neglected, which it is, and contains many poor negro huts—a characteristic of all Southern cities—while on the other hand some beautiful dwellings remain undisturbed, surrounded by well-planned and neatly kept gardens and flower beds. Toward the northwestern part of the city stands the Tomb of the mother of Washington. As I approached this sacred spot, I felt a sort of holy horror to know that in the midst of the thousands where the spirit of rebellion is so rife, reposes the ashes of that mother who trained Washington on these very grounds in those principles which even the characteristic of the man through his whole life. Now the scene is changed—the mother and her son are gone—the city long since ceased to grow, while its present inhabitants are deluded and the soldiers tread is heard on the street instead of those in peaceful occupation.

I was told the other day by an Eastern man that the water privileges and facilities for manufacturing purposes rival those of Lowell, yet slavery has prevented the erection of any of these factories and nothing but Northern enterprise can redeem the place from ruin.

Last Wednesday the 23rd Regiment was detailed from the Brigade to act as guards and patrol and from what the “Christian Banner”—a journal printed in this city says, I judge we are doing up our military duty with admiration to the citizens. Our company do patrol duty; the others guard all the principle avenues and approaches to the city. The above mentioned journal had been suppressed for one year of account of its opposition to the secession principles of the South. The editor’s name is [James W.] Hunnicutt. The paper is destined to do a good work here.

The Christian Banner, a weekly newspaper, was edited by James W. Hunnicutt. The paper began publication in 1848 but ceased operations on May 9, 1861, in the midst of the secession crisis, with Hunnicutt bowing to public pressure over his pro-Union views. He resumed publication on May 9, 1862, after the Union army entered Fredericksburg. When the troops withdrew from the city at the end of August 1862, Hunnicutt fled the city. Newspaper Virginia Fredericksburg. Special Collections, University of Virginia, Charlottesville, Va.

Day before yesterday our company was ordered to go scouting and ascertain the whereabouts of the enemy picket lines. We proceeded out the railroad toward Richmond four miles from this place, surprised two of their pickets who fired at our skirmishers on the right. The distance, however, was too great to affect any injury to us. After making the ordered reconnoissance, we returned all safe. The object was to ascertain if possible the amount of railroad iron, ties, chains, &c. &c. along the road. This morning our videttes had a slight skirmish with the enemy about a mile and a half from here and drove them back. Last night the rest of Patrick’s Brigade crossed the river.

One thing looks so grand—the proud old Stars and Stripes wave over the town. I helped to put them out the morning we came and a long loud shout went up from the negroes but the whites were silent as the grave & it is amusing to see some who call themselves the fair ones of the South go flirting along the walk till they get almost under the flag when they will dodge out and take to the dust rather than walk under that flag which has borne the honors of their nation to the world for years. 1 But they must yield to the laws. They may hold out for a time but they are about “played out.” Even here they are growing tired of the war. The church bell is now sounding each night. We have to lie on our arms.

The weather is pleasant and propitious. A negro from Richmond says the inhabitants there are leaving fast. They believe McClellan is coming upon them with a vengeance. The Richmond papers are bitter against the Rebel Congress. All goes well. Let the right bear sway. Your Bro. Oro, — C. A. Chaplin

1 In the New York Herald of 2 May 1862, a war correspondent reported that the women of Fredericksburg looked “as if they could swallow the entire army of live Yankees; they are riling mad and can’t help showing their dislike and hatred to the “mudsills. Their “pouting” and effeminate scowls are amusing to our troops who nearly kill the poor “secesh creatures” with their Yankee smiles and “frolicking.” There are some good looking “Ginny g’hals” here that have already struck the fancy of some of our “Bowled solder Boys,” which, if I mistake not, will in some instances bring about a Union between secesh damsels and our boys. A good chance to get a live Yankee husband will not be allowed to slip through the fingers of these young ladies; for such an excellent bargain they will readily bring their minds to the belief that secesh is a “bad egg” and won’t do to such.”


Letter 3

Camp near Fredericksburg, Va.
May 16th 1862

Brothers of the Orophilian Society,

Years ago when all was peace and none [ ] could look beyond the then happy day of America and see the red cloud of war in the distance, gathering deep and dark, my voice was occasionally and feebly heard in the same hall where you now sit. But where are all those who heard it? Do they still fill the same chairs and tread the same halls or walk beneath the same cool shade? Ask the tented fields of the Sunny South. Ask the grave yards and the hospitals. As the man-of-war that plows the ocean. Ask the sentinel that walks the midnight but ask the hotly contested battle field where the clash of arms and the cannons thunder make old earth tremble and the armies of the free meet the demons of desperation to maintain a nation’s honor and a nation’s greatness and a voice filled with patriotic emotions answers, ‘Here!”

None have had brighter anticipation blasted and have sacrificed more upon the altar of their country than those whose names are enrolled upon your book. None are toiling today with a more determined will to never lay off their armor until the last traitor sleeps in his grave forever and the South acknowledges that cotton is no longer king, whose throne is the Gulf States and whose empire is the world, and all little kings and queens on earth must bow down and worship him, than those who once thronged the Orophilian Hall!

There are no braver and better soldiers in the armies of the North than those who have received their education among the free old hills of Allegany, for there they were taught to love freedom as they loved their own life and to hate the cursed institution of slavery which is today the cause of all our national trouble. Yes, it is the fountain of sin, the stream of corruption, and the gulf of wretchedness and misery! No one knows how to hate it until he goes upon the plantations and three sees it as it is and reads from the great book of nature, and from the dark faces of the degraded sons and daughters of Ham their own miserable condition. A traveler through this country meets with many aspects of interest but with very few of beauty.

The history of the country is interesting for in viewing the country today, we behold the forms, the manners, and the habits of those who lived, grew old, and passed away before the days of the Revolution, for these customs all pass down from generation to another as unchangeable as the star that keeps it’s orbit. There are but two grades of society in the South—the rich and the poor, or in other words, the slaves and the masters. The nobobs live a life of ease and a life of indolence, They have slaves to till their farms, slaves to make their clothes, slaves to cook their meat, and slaves to fan them while they sleep. They have nothing to do adn nothing to care for. They always have plenty of money and whenever their purse gets low, they sell one of their children.

The white slaves (for the poor whites are as much a slave as though they were bought and sold) live a life of trickery and a life of immorality. They stand upon the same level with the blacks. They toil by their side and go and come at the master’s bidding as much as though they were one shade darker.

The villages through Virginia “are like angel’s visits to earth, few and far between”—their streets irregular and dusty, and the buildings old and dilapidated and the walls covered with moss and cobwebs and fast going to decay. The architecture is the same today that it was two hundred years ago, without the least improvement. The most of the buildings are of a plain style with the chimney (as the soldier says) turned out door. The son patterns after the father, the grandson after the son, and the great grandson after the grandson. The planters generally select the highest point of ground on their plantation for a building spot without any reference to the road whatever, and if there is a rocky, romantic cliff there, you will find it hid among the giant oaks and shrubbery. Around these mansions, at a distance of from ten thirty yards are generally scattered from ten to twenty little log huts about the size of a Northerner’s hog pen or corn house, in which the slaves enjoy all the luxuries of the house of bondage, which is hie-cake, hard work, and the cat of nine tails. These huts are almost invariably white-washed on the outside—this is white-washing the institution, but they may white wash from now until Gabriel bids old time to end and it will be slavery still!!

This day the Stars and Stripes—the proud emblem of the free—the flag our fathers bought with blood and death—the flag which all nations honor—the flag under which we were born, have lived, and fought and expect to die, was unfurled to the breeze in sight of the capitol of Rebeldom. Wave on, old time-honored flag! May you forever proudly float over us, our children, grandchildren, till the Angels shall stand on the land and ocean and aid the world to halt them. Goodbye. — C. C.


Letter 4

Fredericksburg, Va.
May 17th 1862

Dear Oros,

I sit on the shady side of my tent this afternoon playing up soldier as well as I can. The sun shines hot and there is but little energy to indulge in games of quoits or ball to pass away these long monotonous hours. As for reading matter, we have but little and when a late paper comes into camp, it is soon sought out and someone selected to read it to the crowd. We cannot leave camp and stroll about for we have to be on hand at a moment’s warning. Our camp is now about three-fourths of a mile south of the town to which place we came last Monday morning, it being necessary to have a stronger force here than there was before we came. Our frequent encroachments by the Rebel pickets had to be managed without getting out the whole brigade whenever they were so bold as to drive our men from their outposts and so five companies of our regiment now act as picket guard, the other five still patrolling the city. Each company has to go a mile or so to the front and stay 48 hours when it is relieved by another. Co. K came off yesterday morning. It was very rainy all the time we were out and as the Rebels did not make their appearance, I judge they are too delicate to endure exposure.

Last Sunday they made every appearance of an attack but from their quietness for the last few days, I think it was only a feint to cover a retreat. Brig. Gen. Shields is in command of the forces in front of us. I saw his brother-in-law and talked with him while I was on picket near his house and from what I can learn, there are only about 7,000 or 8,000 troops in this vicinity and these a contraband informs me are quietly leaving for Richmond. And from the close proximity of McClellan and his force to that place, this statement looks plausible at least.

A Brigade belonging to Gen. Banks has joined us and I understand some more are to make a junction with part of McDowell’s force at or near Gordonsville. The railroad bridge will be completed across the Rappahannock by Monday next and then the road for the transportation of supplies will be open. 1

The weather is fine and the prospects for an abundant harvest are flattering. I saw a wheat field the other day containing over a hundred acres which will be fit to harvest in a month but all the help the man has is two or three old negroes, the rest having “crossed the line.” The man’s name is Alfred Bernard, brother-in-law to Gen. Shields. His plantation is a splendid one and highly cultivated. The wheat is now being waist high. It was near the field last Sunday that the skirmish occurred. Gen. Patrick had a ball pass between him and his aide, killing his orderly’s horse in the rear of him.

May 18th. Today the camp has been all astir about a flag-of-truce which came in to Gen. Patrick’s Headquarters. A Major of the Rebel force was the bearer of the flag. He was conducted through the town blind-folded. The import of the message has not yet been ascertained. McDowell’s Corps has had orders to prepare themselves with two pairs of good shoes to each man, and as many pairs of socks. This indicates something. The bridge is now completed across the river. The news came tonight that Richmond is in our hands. They boys are all wild with enthusiasm, ready for three times three for the old Union and the success of our brave soldiers when the statement is known to be a sure thing.

The citizens of Fredericksburg are beginning to be somewhat reconciled to the presence of Union men and Union sentiments, though as Parson Brownlow says, “the Devil is in some of them yet.”

This morning at about daylight two pickets of the 35th New York Vols. were taken prisoner by the Rebels. They were careless and wandered from their posts. One day last week, one of the Harris Light Cavalry surprised a Rebel horseman and shot him dead rather than let him get away. It is believed that we go from here in a day or two. Everything is being put in readiness. The troops of this corps are in excellent discipline adn health. Gen. McDowell is highly pleased with them.

The Christian Banner has again made its appearance. It is quite bitter against the Rebellion and although some of the citizens will not patronize this paper, it finds a quite lively sale among the soldiers.

The large foundry which before our appearance here was employed by the Rebels in manufacturing guns and various kinds of machinery is now worked by some of the “detested Yankees” and their workmanship makes quite a striking contrast when compared with that of the Rebels.

A man in town—I have not learned his name—last night offered a negro $200 to fire the railroad bridge just completed and gave him the necessary instruction, but thanks to the black, he had too much honesty to thus be tempted and [ ] so he reported the man who was today arrested and the negro was rewarded. But being on guard tonight, I have not time to write more. Your true Bro. Oros, — C. A. Chapin

1 Newspaper accounts dated 13 May reported that between three and four hundred soldiers under the directions of civil engineers were engaged in building a Trestle Bridge across the river immediately over the ruins of the old Railroad bridge “which the rebels, in their madness, destroyed. This bridge is seventy-five feet in height and six hundred in length. The work progresses finely and will, if nothing happens be completed by the last of this week or the first of next, this bridge connects the Acquia Creek Road with the Richmond and Fredericksburg. When completed, communications by rail from the creek to Fredericksburg will be opened them. We look for an advance of the forces now encamped upon the east side of the river. If the work of repairing railroads and building bridges belongs to this division of the army, it will be sometime before we enter Richmond as the work of destruction along the road we are informed has been quite extensive.”


Letter 5

Three miles west of Fredericksburg, Va.
May 26, 1862

I snatch a few moments this morning to write to you, not knowing however that I shall have time to complete this communication. Day before yesterday Co. K was detailed to perform picket duty again on the Bowling Green Road. Accordingly they took their post at about 7 o’clock a.m. As I was stationed on the outpost, I had an opportunity of observing somewhat closely the movements of the enemy. A few Rebel videttes were all that could be seen of the enemy during the day and they were sure to keep a good distance from our horsemen who were in the advance of our infantry lines for they were armed with Sharps carbines.

Along in the afternoon, dense volumes of smoke were visible in several places along their line, as near as I could learn, reaching from the Richmond Turnpike to the Richmond & Fredericksburg Railroad—a distance of nearly 4 miles. It was evident they were evacuating the place. At about 4 p.m.. a captain of one of the companies of the Harris Light Cavalry took his command and started on a reconnoissance. He drove in the enemy’s cavalry and proceeded far enough to ascertain the fact that they were leaving. But this fact was not communicated to the pickets ands guards so they had to keep up another night’s earnest and faithful watch.

When night came, the lights of their fires could be plainly seen not more than three or three and a half miles distant. Col. Lord of the 35th Regiment made a trip toward their camp at 5 a.m. yesterday morning and arrived with his force in sight of one of their camps just in time to witness their departure. He deemed it expedient to follow up as his force was not large enough to make it a safe movement against a superior force.

Yesterday—Sunday—at 10 a.m. the pickets and guard were taken up and orders given to be ready to march at 4. Some more of our cavalry went yesterday to reconnoiter the place and found that the enemy had actually skedaddled, burning another railroad bridge five miles south of Fredericksburg which must delay our progress three or four days—that is, if we stay to repair the road as we go, and stop whenever the enemy stops.

Yesterday afternoon three Rebel deserters came in—one Lieutenant, one Sergeant, and a Corporal. Also several contrabands. The Lieutenant said there were not over 14,000 men in front of us and not the 30,000 or 40,000 as had been stated—under General Anderson. He also stated that one regiment had 350 made to do duty and that all but 15 of his own company would desert if they were sure they could succeed. One contraband came in who had all his captain’s baggage save his tent. He was cook and when the captain started, he followed on until he came to a wood. There he hasten, making an excuse to fix his bundle. As soon as the captain and his troops had passed, he made off in the other direction and succeeded in reaching our lines.

About 3 p.m., General Gibbon’s Brigade passed our camp on the Bowling Green road accompanied by the 1st Rhode Island Battery. Yesterday morning at about half past three, Gen. Shields who had a few days before come from Gen. Banks’ column to reinforce McDowell was ordered back as it was reported that the Rebels had been working some severe mischief on Gen. Banks’ baggage train and had torn up several miles of the railroad. I have no particulars on this point—merely make mention of it. Gen. McDowell’s force before Gen. Shields left was estimated at nearly 70,000 men. Last Thursday President Lincoln was at Fredericksburg and reviewed at portion of the troops in that vicinity. The way the people’s eyes stuck out in Fredericksburg may well be imagined. They had hoped to see his head born through there as they had some of the victims of Bull Run, but that “were a delusive hope” to them. 1

“The top of cap worn by William March who was killed in civil war at Falmouth, Va., 1862 while on guard at an arsenal. The building was blown to pieces and William with it. John sent this top to mother, — E. M. M.”

Yesterday a building used by the Rebels as an arsenal near the railroad depot was blown up by means of a torpedo which was left there by them when they evacuated the town and one of Co. A, 23rd Regiment was killed. His name was [Pvt. William] March. 2 Some of the “Ladies” expressed much joy at the killing of one Yankee and up to this day the 23rd Regiment’s band has never played one of our National airs in the City. Bravo men! to be so observant of the feelings of the people of Fredericksburg!!

Five companies of this regiment are now doing guard duty in the City. The other five came to this place on the road to Gordonsville last night, three miles out of the town.

The weather is fair and pleasant yet what we are to do aside from picket and guard duty at the approaches of the city is wholly unknown to me. I do not intend to criticize the moments of this Corps but I do believe we might have given the enemy battle and routed him before he retreated to Richmond to join the force opposed to McClellan. The health of the troops here continues extremely good. — C. A. Chapin

1 For more on Lincoln’s visit to Fredericksburg, readers are referred to John Hennessy’s excellent article “Mr. Lincoln’s Fredericksburg—May 23, 1862” appearing on his blog Mysteries & Conundrums of 22 May 2022. See also, “Historic Footsteps.”

2 The death of Pvt. William March is described in the following piece entitled “Blown to Pieces” appearing on the Medical & Surgical Antiques website.


1863: Wilson John Baldwin to his Aunt

I could not find an image of Wilson but here is one of Milton Hart of Co. H, 8th Michigan Infantry, killed in action at Spotsylvania. (Dan Binder Collection)

The following letter was written by Wilson John Baldwin (1845-1881), the orphaned son of John G. Baldwin (1819-1855) and Maria Cronkhite (1820-1857) of Flint, Wayne county, Michigan. Wilson wrote the letter to his aunt who probably raised him after his mother’s death in 1857.

Wilson enlisted at the age of 17 as a private in Co. G, 8th Michigan Infantry on 27 August 1862. This regiment had the distinction of having served in both the Eastern and the Western Theaters of the war, marching and fighting in practically all of the Southern States from the Mississippi river to the Atlantic Ocean. He was with his regiment on 19 August 1864 at the Second Battle of Weldon Railroad (Globe Tavern) when he was severely wounded in the arm which required amputation to save his life. He was discharged for his wounds on 8 June 1865.

After the war he lived in Detroit where he worked as a clerk.

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Near Fredericksburg, Va.
February 6th 1863

Dear Aunt,

I take this opportunity to answer your letter which I received last night. I expect that we will leave here in a few days. Troops have been a moving today. We are to go to Fortress Monroe and then probably in some southern expedition. Some say to North Carolina and others to Charleston or to Florida or to the Gulf but we do not know. Most of the soldiers wish to go. I think that I had rather go South for it is too cold to soldier it here and we are getting short of wood. We do not get half enough to keep us warm. You had not better send a box for it would be quite uncertain.

William Parker is sick. He has the fever and Warren is driving his team until he gets well. Mark has got a letter from you last night. I also got three papers.

I was out on picket day before yesterday. It was snapping cold when we went out. When we came off, it begun to snow. It snowed all day. It turned to rain then and rained all night.

When we go to Fortress Monroe we shall march to Aquia Landing and then take a boat. Capt. [Horatio] Belcher, our captain, got back from the State of New York where he has been for the last six weeks. Brush Fenton, the Colonel’s son, has got back. He is our First Lieutenant. He was wounded at Bull Run. Our Second Lieutenant is John J. Phillips. Harrison Williams is made Orderly Sergeant of Co. A.

The rebels seem to know our doings about as well as we do. The other day, a few days after Hooker was made commander, they asked who our General was. We told them Burnsides but they said it wasn’t. That it was Joe Hooker.

— Pvt. Wilson Baldin, Co. G, 8th Michigan Infantry, 6 February 1863

The rebels seem to know our doings about as well as we do. The other day, a few days after Hooker was made commander, they asked who our General was. We told them Burnsides but they said it wasn’t. That it was Joe Hooker.

They have been building a bakery for this brigade. It is not quite done yet. I suppose that Darwin is going to school and enjoying himself finely. You must write how Jenny gets along and about James Parsons—in what regiment and company. I shall write as soon as we reach our destination. I shall write for the box as soon as I see fit. It will come quite acceptable—especially butter.

— Willson Baldwin

1862: Archibald Alexander Little to James R. Jordan

Only a year apart in age, Alexander Little may have borne a strong resemblance to his brother, John Peyton Little, shown here in his Asst. Surgeon’s uniform.

The following letter was written by Archibald Alexander (“Sandy”) Little (1824-1877) of Fredericksburg, Virginia, who was assigned duty as a civilian to serve as special agent traveling in charge of quartermaster stores from Richmond, Virginia, to Columbus, Mississippi, that was consigned to Major L. F. Johnson, Quartermaster. A receipt for his services consisting of 45 days at $4/day ($180) was submitted to Maj. J. B. McClelland, Quartermaster, C. S. Army, on the 18th of June 1862.

Sandy became the editor of the Fredericksburg News in 1853 where he “wielded a most graceful and facile pen, and illustrated a thorough knowledge of his profession with a rare culture and kindly humor.” (The Virginian Pilot, 19 July 1877) His pre-war editorials no doubt promoted secession and influenced a large number of readers. Though he had to vacate his office in Fredericksburg during the war which was ransacked by Union soldiers, he returned to his profession after the war until his death in 1877.

Sandy had an older brother named John Peyton Little (1823-1874) who was a physician and served as an Asst. Surgeon in the Provisional Army of the Confederate States of America.

The letter was addressed to Dr. James R. Jordan (1801-1862)—a physician who resided and practiced in Lexington, Virginia. He died on 26 December 1862. I can only speculate on the nature of the correspondence. Perhaps Dr. Jordan was dying and he was concerned about the validity of an insurance policy he held with a U. S. company.

A “Major Lacy” is mentioned in the letter. Could this have been Major James Horace Lacy of Fredericksburg and the owner of Chatham Manor? He was only a Lieutenant at the time but was often referred to as “Major” prior to his promotion. He was taken prisoner in June 1862 and was widely reported to have been released in October. Perhaps he was released earlier than thought.

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Richmond, Virginia
August 16, 1862

Dr. J. R. Jordan
My dear Dr.,

Yours of 3 May has just been handed me by Maj. Lacy. He received it after I had gone to Corinth & before he was taken prisoner. On his return he mentioned he had received a letter for me and found it today. I can only repeat what I said a year ago—especially as I have heard nothing from the company. It will be the interest of the company to keep their promise to make all right after the war is over. They insure in France, England & Canada—foreign counties as the South will be. I will keep your note & advise you as soon as I hear from the company.

Hoping you are quite well now.

Very truly your friend, — A. Alexander Little

1863: John Rison Gibbons to his Father

This letter was written by Pvt. John “Rison” Gibbons (1843-1919) who enlisted at Harrisonburg in Co. I, 1st Virginia Cavalry in December 1861. He remained with his company throughout the war until he surrendered at Appomattox Court House on 9 April 1865 at which time he was described as being 20 years old, standing 5′ 8″ tall, with light hair and blue eyes. He filed a claim for a bay horse killed in action near Berryville, Virginia, in August 1862 which was valued at $2900 when he entered the service.

I could not find a Civil War era photograph of Gibbons but here is one of Pvt. David M. Thatcher who also served in the 1st Virginia Cavalry (LOC)

Rison Gibbons was the son of George Rockingham Gibbons (1814-1907) and Harriet Caroline Rison (1818-1876) of Rockingham county, Virginia. He married, in 1874, Ann America Felton (1848-1938). After the war he farmed in Georgia, went into the wool manufacturing business in Brentwood, Tennessee, and finally became a Mining Engineer in Georgia.

Gibbons’ letter includes a description of the battlefield at Fredericksburg and mentions the collection of two Yankee teeth he pulled from the jawbone of a half-buried Union soldier. Most soldiers found this behavior reprehensible but a great many others engaged in the occasional collection of such morbid souvenirs when time and opportunity allowed. Both sides were guilty of collecting these human trophies. After the Battle of Seven Pines, it was reported in the Pontiac Weekly Gazette (11 July 1862) that “a [Union] soldier pulled off the lower jaw [bone of a dead rebel] and asked” his comrades if they didn’t want a rebel relic.” [See Dark Trophies, by Simon Harrison]

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Camp 1st Virginia Cavalry
August 13th 1863

Dear Pa,

I wrote to Bettie last Monday. I suppose you have received it before this time. At least I will look for an answer in a day or two. We are amping out two miles from Fredericksburg on the plank road. We have a very good camp here. The spring is not more than twenty steps from the tent though the water is about as warm as the creek water is in August. We can hardly drink it. All the springs in this country are warm. The water has not a good taste. We get wheat to feed our horses—a very small sheaf. We keep our horses out trying to graze but the field we graze on is not as good as the grass in the field. Our horses are falling off very fast though Fitz is looking very well yet.

The weather has been very hot for the past week. It is much warmer here than in the valley. We are camped in an open, sandy field and you can judge pretty well how it is on man and horse. I can stand it well enough myself but it is distressing to the horses tied to a stake without any shelter at all from the scorching rays of the sun. My horse was appraised the other day at $750. I don’t think he was valued high enough. John Dever’s bay horse was valued at $650. He is very much dissatisfied with the appraisement. Newton Black’s horse was appraised at $716. There was but one horse brought down that went over a thousand dollars (Marshall’s).

This country is very much torn to pieces. Everything is very high here—viz: butter $6 per lb., lard $3, flour 50 cents per pound, potatoes $16 per bushel, & everything else at the same rates. We have had nothing but corn meal since I returned except one mess of apple dumpling that I had yesterday evening. We sent to Fredericksburg and got 3 pounds of flour which we paid $150. We enjoyed them dumplings very much. Tell Cousin Will that John Herring enjoyed them more than he did the pie at the picnic, if possible. Corn bread & gravy don’t agree very well with me. John Herring is out after apples now though they are very scarce and trifling but it wouldn’t matter much of they had rocks in them so they are called apple dumplings.

I wish you could see the battlefield of Fredericksburg. It is the most interesting battlefield that I have been on since the war. If you were here so someone (John Herring, for instance) who knows [it] could show you the different positions of the armies, it would be very interesting to you. Fredericksburg is a much nicer looking place than I expected to find it. It is a very pretty place though it has been injured by the war.

It is reported in camp that our Brigade is to go to Richmond but I don’t believe any camp rumor now. Our Brigade is under marching orders. If you get this before Lute Dever starts, send by him my dictionary & spirits turpentine. I neglected them when I left.

Enclosed you will find a Yankee tooth which you will please give to Mr. Irvine. He told me when I first started into service to send his a Yankee’s tooth which request I will comply with. Uncle Shanks Miller made the same request. I have one for him also. I will write to Uncle Robert as soon as I get through this and will enclose it to him. Both of these teeth came out of the mouth of a Yankee that was killed at the first Battle of Fredericksburg. He is buried about three hundred yards from camp. The reason why I know he is a Yankee is that a part of his blue coat is sticking out of the ground (not grave). I got his jaw bone and extricated six teeth and picked out two of the nicest to send away. The others I gave to some of the boys who wanted them for some other purpose. There are a good many Yankee bones bleaching upon the field that I am now writing on.

I must close this uninteresting letter so as to have time to write to Uncle Robert. You must come down before you go south if practicable. Some of the boys are anxious to see you before you leave. Give my love to all the family, Aunt Mary, cousins Laura & Will. write soon to your affectionate son, — J. Rison Gibbons

1863: William N. Green to James H. Green

This letter was written by William N. Green who first entered the Confederate service as a 27 year-old private in Co. F (“the Bibb Grays”), 11th Alabama Regiment in June 1861. While serving in that regiment, he was wounded in the left arm at the Battle of Seven Pines but not so badly that he could not fight with his regiment at Gaines’ Mill, Frazier’s Farm, 2nd Bull Run, and Antietam. In January 1863, he was elected to a 2nd Lieutenant’s rank in Co. B (“the Scottsville Guards”), 44th Alabama Infantry and the following month, we learn from this letter that he was transferred to Co. F (“Dan Steele Guards”) where he was in temporary command due to the absence of Captain [Henley G.] Sneed and the illness of 1st Lt. Oakley. Muster rolls show him serving as the 2nd Lieutenant of Co. F, 44th Alabama Regiment until September when he went home on furlough, having been wounded at the Battle of Chickamauga on 19 September 1863. When he returned the following month, he had been promoted to Captain of Co. F and led his company in the fighting at Knoxville on 29 November 1863. He was admitted to General Hospital No. 4 in Richmond on 26 April 1864 suffering from intermittent fever but discharged and returned to duty on 8 May 1864 in time to lead is company at Spotsylvania and subsequent battles until he was discharged on 29 November 1864 from his wounds.

In the 1860 US Census, William was enumerated as a 32 year-old merchant at Six Mile, on the west side of the Cahaba river in Bibb County, Alabama. He was unmarried and living alone at the time of the census in July of that year. His age differs by five years with that recorded at his enlistment in 1861.

James Hamilton Green, planter from Bibb county, Alabama

William wrote the letter to his uncle, James Hamilton Green (1806-1878) of Mars, Bibb county, Alabama. I could not find William in the census records after the war but he may have been the same William N. Green who married Elizabeth C. Gradick on 18 November 1872 at Selma, Dallas county, Alabama. (Note: surname sometimes spelled Greene in records.)

William’s letter to his uncle conveys the monotony of camp and picket duty on the Rappahannock River in February 1863, two months after the Battle of Fredericksburg and one month after Burnside’s Mud March. It’s reminiscent of numerous letters I have transcribed by Union soldiers from their encampment at Falmouth on the other side of the river but it’s more rare to find them penned by Confederate soldiers. On the very same day, perhaps at the very same moment that William wrote his letter on one side of the river, George S. Gove of Co. K, 5th New Hampshire Infantry—also a 2nd Lieutenant—wrote the following on the other side: “Nothing has happened worth writing about. We have the same thing day after day with nothing to vary the monotony. It has been raining all day but is clearing off now. We have had a good deal of rainy weather & the mud has been very deep all the time. Of course no foreword movement could be made.” 

Lt. Green’s Letter with a post-battle image of Fredericksburg taken in early 1863 showing muddy Hanover Street at right angling up the hill to Marye’s House in center distance. A snowbank can be seen on the field at left. A couple days after this letter was written, Fredericksburg was hit by another snowstorm.

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Addressed to James H. Green, Esq., Mars P O., Alabama

Camp 44th Alabama Regt. near Fredericksburg, Va.
February 15th 1863

James H. Green, Esq.
Dear Uncle,

I embrace this opportunity of complying with the promise I made you before I left. This is a cold & wet day—so much so that I don’t think I will be called on to do anything else so I shall devote the day to writing letters to my friends. I don’t know that I have anything that will interest you back there as you all take the papers & are about as well posted as we are on the subject of the war. We are all quiet here at this time & likely to remain so until the weather gets better. By the way, my theme must change. While writing the above an order has come to cook up two (2) days rations to be ready to march at a moment’s warning. So you see, we don’t know one moment what we will do the next. I don’t know what this means. It may be only to go on picket and it may be that the yankeys are making a demonstration at some point & we have to go & meet them. I am in hopes though it is only the former as we have a great deal of picket duty to do now. Our picket lines are about fifteen miles long up and down the Rappahahannock river. Our posts are on one bank & the yankeys on the other about an hundred & fifty yards apart.

“We have a ‘fighting Jo Hooker’ to contend with now so there is no telling when we will have to fight as he will have to do something soon or be superseded as that is their rule, though the roads are so bad now I think it out of the question for him to do much at present.”

—Lt. William N. Green, Co. F, 44th Alabama, 15 Feb. 1863

We have a “fighting Jo Hooker” to contend with now so there is no telling when we will have to fight as he will have to do something soon or be superseded as that is their rule, though the roads are so bad now I think it out of the question for him to do much at present.

When I commenced this, I intended to write you a long letter but I shall have to cut it short & prepare for marching. I will write you again soon when I have more time.

As you will see from the heading of this, I have changed my position. I am now in Co. F of this regiment—Capt. [Henley G.] Sneed’s company, acting as Second Lieut. I am now in command of the company as Capt. Sneed is at home & Lieut. Oakley is sick. You must write on the reception of this & give me all the news. Tell John 1 to write if his arm will admit of it. I learned that he got wounded in Tennessee though I am in hopes it is getting well by this time. He seems to be unfortunate in getting wounded & fortunate too in its being no worse.

Give my kindest regards to all the family & receive the same to yourself from your nephew, — Wm. N. Green


1 John Randolph Green )1844-1924) was William’s cousin who served in Co. F (“Tuscaloosa Rifles”), 50th Alabama Infantry. During the war he was wounded in both thighs and had his right arm broken. He was wounded in April 1862 at the Battle of Shiloh, Tennessee. He was severely wounded later that year on 31 December 1862 at the Battle of Murfreesboro, Tennessee. According to his own words, Green was placed in a cavalry unit as a 1st Lieutenant about 2 months before the end of the war. Green survived the war and in 1866 he moved to Kentucky for 2 years before returning home. Later in life he lived in the Confederate Soldier’s Home in Verbena, Alabama. He died on 8 December 1924 and is buried there at the what is now known as Confederate Memorial Park; the location of the old soldier’s home.