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1861-62: William J. Dinsmore to Elizabeth (Bryson) Dinsmore

William J. Dinsmore, Co. H, 1st Massachusetts Infantry

The following archive of 51 letters were written by Pvt. William J. Dinsmore (1834-1862), of Co. H, 1st Massachusetts Infantry. They are all addressed to his wife, Elizabeth or “Lizzy” (Bryson) Dinsmore (1836-1909). Dinsmore was mortally wounded, shot in the groin on 29 August 1862 in the Second Battle of Bull Run. He died at Centerville, Virginia, on 3 September 1862. Many of the letters have in depth discussions of significant battle events, camp life, picket duty, seeing the USS Monitor and a vast array of other wartime, soldier activities. Dinsmore, a ship joiner by trade, enlisted in May 1861, in Chelsea, Massachusetts. He served with the regiment until his death in September 1862.

Accompanying the group of letters are four period documents: a pass for Dinsmore and a compatriot; a small, satirical printed, anti-Jefferson Davis cartoon with Dinsmore’s inscription on the back indicating his regimental affiliation and current position “Army of the Potomac in front of Richmond 1862”; a patriotic motif sheet inked by Dinsmore as being sent from Camp Union at Bladensburg, Md. on Oct. 20, 1861; an early 20th century, state of Massachusetts document, perhaps a pension affidavit. Also included in this grouping are two cased images—a 1/6 plate, ruby Ambrotype of Private Dinsmore in uniform, fully accoutered, holding a musket; 1/9 plate daguerreotype of Lizzie Dinsmore.

The 1860 US Census informs us that Dinsmore was born in New Brunswick. He was probably of Scottish or Irish descent but unfortunately I have not been able to find anything about his parents.

The 1st Massachusetts Volunteers were commanded by Col. Robert Cowdin. To the five companies of the 1st Regt. Mass. Vol. Mil. were added five others of volunteers raised in April, 1861. Four companies were mustered into the service May 23, four others May 24, and one each on May 25 and May 27. On June 1 the regiment assembled at Camp Ellsworth on the banks of Fresh Pond in Watertown. Twelve days later it was transferred to Camp Cameron in North Cambridge. Leaving Massachusetts June 15, on the 17th it reached Washington. Assigned to Richardson’s Brigade of Tyler’s Division, it remained in camp near Washington until the advance to Bull Run where it participated in the battle at Blackburn’s Ford, July 18, three days before the main battle of Bull Run. In August it became a part of the famous Hooker Brigade. During the fall it was encamped for some time at Bladensburg, did duty on the Potomac above Washington, built Fort Lincoln, moved to Budd’s Ferry, and was variously engaged until spring when it became a part of Grover’s Brigade, Hooker’s Division, Heintzelman’s 3rd Corps, and was transferred to the Peninsula.

On April 6 it was in action before Yorktown, and on May 5 it suffered heavily at Williamsburg. It was encamped in the White Oak Swamp region until June 25 when it was engaged with loss at Fair Oaks. During the Seven Days battles it lost heavily at Glendale, June 30, its major, Charles P. Chandler being killed. After the battle of Malvern Hill it retired to Harrison’s Landing where it remained until August when it was ordered back to the defenses of Washington. Joining Gen. Pope’s army near Warrenton Junction., as a part of Grover’s Brigade, Hooker’s Division, it was in action at Bristoe Station, Aug. 27, and again near Groveton (Manassas), Aug. 29, where it assaulted the celebrated railroad embankment and suffered severe loss. After the campaign was ended the regiment remained in or near the defenses of Washington until the last of October.

Source: Collection of the Boston Athenaeum. Twenty of the “Chelsea Volunteers” in this photograph were killed in action or died from wounds. Dinsmore’s photo is at far right in the third row. Included among the portraits is the company dog, “Egypt,” sitting on a chair.

Over the years I have transcribed and published quite a number of letters by members of the 1st Massachusetts Infantry (see below), but this collection is by far the greatest number written by a single member and the first from Co. H.

Joseph Edward Kimball, Co. B, 1st Massachusetts (3 Letters)
Joseph Edward Kimball, Co. B, 1st Massachusetts (2 Letters)
George S. Campbell, Co. C, 1st Massachusetts (1 Letter)
Benjamin F. Mead, Co. C, 1st Massachusetts (1 Letter)
Seth F. Clark, Co. D, 1st Massachusetts (1 Letter)
Charles Augustus Warren, Co. D, 1st Massachusetts (1 Letter)
Joseph H. Caldwell, Co. F, 1st Massachusetts (1 Letter)
Unidentified, Co. B, C, E, F, or I, 1st Massachusetts (2 Letters)


Letter 1

[Editor’s Note: This regiment, one of the most complete in every respect of any which has yet arrived here, reached the city about six o’clock last evening by the cars. The Massachusetts 1st numbers 1,046 men, exclusive of servants. The uniform is a grey jacket, grey overcoat, drab pantaloons, and grey fatigue caps, trimmed with red cord.Source: The Boston Daily Advertiser, 4 May 1861]

Camp Ellsworth [Watertown, Mass.]
3 o’clock June 2nd 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to let you know that I am well. We arrived here at 8 o’clock last night. We walked all the way only 6 miles from Boston. I want when you write to let me know of Josiah Gould paid you 5 dollars last night because I gave Pingnee an order on the common to get it from the city of Chelsea for five money and he said he would give it to sis Gould to give to you. When you write, direct to

Wm. J. Dinsmore, Co. H, 1st Reg. Mass. Vol., Care of Capt. S. Carruth

Hoping this letter will find you and Mother and the children all well, I remain yours, &c., — W. J. Dinsmore

I will send you more news in a day or two — W. J. D.


Letter 2

Addressed to Mrs. Wm. J. Dinsmore, 103 Blossom Street, Chelsea, Massachusetts

Camp Ellsworth, Cambridge
June 3rd 1861

Dear Lizzie,

When I wrote yesterday, I forgot to tell you how to send your letters to me. All you have to do is to direct them to, care of Captain S. Carruth, Company H, 1st Regt. M. V. and take it up to the City Hall any time before 11 o’clock because there is a messenger leaves the City Hall every day at 12 o’clock and leaves the camp every evening.

We are all well. I am going to try to get in to see you some day before Sunday if I can. We drilled all day yesterday. The drums beat every morning at 5 o’clock. We have to turn out and drill two hours. Then breakfast. Then turn out and [drill] until dinner time. Then after dinner we drill until 5 o’clock. Then have supper. Then turn out and drill about 1.5 hours. Then go to bed if you want to. Some of the fellows grumble because they don’t get feed enough but I have had enough so far but things have not got regulated yet.

It is raining very hard now so we won’t have to drill any today. We march to Lexington and back tomorrow if it is a fine day. We would have gone today, only it rains. We have a good deal better time than I thought we would have.

I want you to send me 6 or 7 sheets of paper and envelopes and one dollar if you have it to spare as I have not a cent of money and I don’t know when we will get our money.

Hoping this letter will find you and the children and Mother all in good health, I will conclude. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 3

Sunday, June 9th [1861]

Dear Lizzie.

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you hoping to find you all in good health as this leaves me. I send a small turtle in this bundle. If you put him in a dish of water one and a while, he will live. He don’t want to be in the water all the time.

We leave here Tuesday or Wednesday. I will be in before we go so you need not come out here because you might miss me as I don’t know what day I shall go in. No more at present. From your affectionate [husband], — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 4

[Editor’s Note: The 1st Massachusetts Infantry was ordered to proceed by the Boston & Providence Railroad to Jersey City, Hudson County, New Jersey, in the morning on 15 June, 1861, and arrived by the New Haven, New London & Stonington Railroad at Groton, New London County, Connecticut, at 3 AM on 16 June, 1861. The regiment was ordered to proceed by the steamer Commonwealth on the Thames River to Jersey City, Hudson County, New Jersey, at 5 AM the same day and arrived on the North Hudson River at the wharf, junction of Montgomery and Hudson Streets, Jersey City, Hudson County, New Jersey, at 2 PM on 16 June, 1861. The 1st Massachusetts Infantry was ordered to proceed by the New Jersey Railroad at New Jersey Station, corner of Hudson and Mercer Streets, Jersey City, Hudson County, New Jersey, to Washington, D. C., at 7 PM on 16 June, 1861, and arrived by the Camden Branch, Camden & Amboy Railroad, at Camden, Camden County, New Jersy, in the morning the same day. The regiment arrived by the South Camden Ferry on the Delaware River at Washington Street Wharf, Philadelphia, Philadelphia County, Pennsylvania, at 4 AM on 17 June, 1861, and was ordered to proceed by the Philadelphia, Wilmington & Baltimore Railroad to Baltimore City, Maryland, at 7 AM the same day. The 1st Massachusetts Infantry arrived at President Street Station, corner of President Street and Canton Avenue, Baltimore City, Maryland, at 12.45/1 PM on 17 June, 1861, and was ordered to proceed by the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad at Camden Station, corner of South Howard and Camden Streets, Baltimore City, Maryland, to Washington, D. C., at 3 PM the same day. The regiment arrived by the Washington Branch, Baltimore & Ohio Railroad, at Washington, D. C., via Annapolis Junction, Howard County, Maryland, at 6 PM on 17 June, 1861. In Washington D. C., eight companies of the 1st Massachusetts Infantry were stationed at W Woodward’s building, corner of West Eleventh Street and Pennsylvania Avenue, and two companies at West Sixth Street, Washington, D. C., on 17 June, 1861.]

Washington
June 18th

Dear Lizzie,

I write this letter to let you know that we have arrived all safe and well at Washington. We arrived here about 8 o’clock last night, just 48 hours after leaving Boston. We left Boston at 8 o’clock Saturday evening in the cars and arrived at Stonington about 3 Sunday morning where we took passage in the steamer Commonwealth for Jersey City where we arrived at 2 o’clock Sunday afternoon. We had a good view of New York as we sailed by it. The Massachusetts folks in Jersey City gave us a first rate colation [?] when we came there.

After we got through with the colation, we took the cars for Philadelphia where we arrived at daylight the next morning. We ought to have arrived about 10 o’clock but the ferry boats that we was aboard of in crossing the river to Philadelphia got ashore and we have to lay there three hours until another ferry boat took off five of the companies. We had a good colation in Philadelphia after which we took the cars for Baltimore where we arrived all safe and sound about 1 or 2 o’clock. Got out of the cars, formed ranks of double file of over 900 guns and marched through Baltimore. The band playing different tunes, Yankee Doodle, &c. Everything was quiet. Nobody said a word to us. They did not like the looks of us. Every gun was loaded with ball cartridge and every man had ten round of cartridge in his cartridge box,

After we had marched through the city, we took the cars for Washington, stopping at the Relay House about half an hour. The Massachusetts 6th & 8th are both stationed here (at the Relay House). They have sentries stationed all along the railroad to Washington, about 25 soldiers to the mile as sentries.

We arrived in Washington about 7 o’clock, marched up to a building about a quarter of a mile from the depot, spread our blankets on the floor, and went to sleep—the first sleep we had since we left Cambridge. We can see out of the window the white tents of the Massachusetts 5th where they are encamped in Alexandria, Virginia. There was a fight last night about 20 miles from here at a place called Vienna and at last accounts was still going on. We are going into camp today.

I sent you a five dollar gold piece by Frank Fry Saturday eve. No more at present. I will write again as soon as I get encamped. Direct to:

Wm. J. Dinsmore, Co. H, 1st Mass. Vol. and out it in the City Hall and it will come safe. Your affectionate husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 5

Georgetown Heights
District of Columbia
June 21st 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you and the children and Mother [hoping you are] all in good health as this leaves me at present.

We are now encamped on the Heights of Georgetown five and a half miles from Washington and on the opposite side of the river from us is the soil of Virginia. The order last night was for every man to have his knapsack packed ready to start for Harper’s Ferry for it was reported the enemy was marching this way. Harper’s Ferry is 35 miles from here in Virginia but our picket guard was out all night and did not hear or see anything so we did not have to march to meet the enemy. We may be encamped here for the next three months with nothing to do or we may leave here within two hours.

But this is a great country. When I was in Washington, I visited the White House and saw Uncle Abraham, the President. Also the Capitol and saw the sights. I was in the Senate Chamber and all through the building. It is a splendid building—the best I ever saw, I also went through the Patent Office and saw all curiosities and models of patents. There is some of the greatest curiosities in [the] United States in there.

June 23rd. Turned out this morning at 5 o’clock, went down in the river and swam across into Virginia. Had a first rate swim. Also stood on the soil of Virginia in my bare feet. Came back to camp and had a company drill at 6 o’clock. Drilled to 8, then had breakfast.

This is a rough country up here. There is over one thousand families live round here where we are encamped. They live in rough board shanties. We have had rough living since we came here but we will have better now we have got settled in camp, I have paid for all my own feed so far but now I am going into eat camp feed. That was the reason I did not send you any more money, because I expected we would have a hard siege to go through and we did have, but I came out all right.

I don’t know as I can write any more at this time. I have nothing particular at present to write about. The hardest time we had was walking from Washington to this place where we are encamped under the hottest sun I ever felt with our overcoats on and knapsacks on our backs. A good many of the boys caved in and lay down on the grass and did not get into camp for over an hour after the regiment.

Direct to Wm. J. Dinsmore, care of Capt. Carruth, Company H, 1st Reg. Mass. Vol., Washington D. C.

Put it in the City Hall and it will come safe. Yours husband, — W. J. D.

The boys that had no money fared bad in Washington.

Direct your letter to Washington and I will get them no matter where the regiment is. Give my best respects to Mrs. [Catherine M.] Corey & [daughter] Charlotte and everybody else.


Letter 6

[Editors Note: Camp Banks, Georgetown Heights, D. C., Thursday, 29 June – The encampment is about four miles from the city, in a place called Drover’s Rest, Georgetown, on the bank of the Potomac River. It is a beautiful hill, about 150 feet from the water; the air fine, and there is a large number of apple, paech and cherry trees on the ground. Near us [1st Massachusetts], about three-quarters of a mile, is also stationed the Michigan Regiment, and about a mile and a half the Maine Regiment.” Source: American Traveller (Boston, Suffolk County, Massachusetts) , 29 June, 1861]

Camp Banks, Georgetown
June 28th 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I received your letter last night and was glad to hear that you was all well as this leaves me at present. Thank God for His mercy to us. This is the third letter I have wrote to you so you see I have not forgotten you nor never will so long as I draw breath. I wrote a letter to you the night we landed in Washington. That was a week before I wrote to Wells and I don’t know how it was that he got his before you did. And I wrote your second one the same day that I wrote to Tom Corey 1 yesterday before I received yours.

We are all well here at present and we are likely to stay here for some time. In fact, I don’t think the regiment will ever have much fighting to do. This regiment has had a very hard name in Boston papers but folks would not blame them if they knew the facts of the case because they did not have feed enough at the first of their coming here and so some of the men helped themselves to ducks, geese, chickens, &c. that happened to stray round the camp. But they get good feed now and enough of it too.

I am sorry that you are short of money. I have a two and a half dollar gold piece that I have saved but I cannot send it in the letter because the letters has to pass through so many hands, some of them would feel it in the letter and perhaps take it out. But I will try and get it changed and a get a two dollar bill so as to send it to you in the next letter. If you had got my first letter, you would have known all about the money and how much I got which was 11 dollars and 40 cents. I don’t see how it was the Mayor did not call and give you the five dollars because I gave him a 5 dollar gold piece before we left Cambridge and he said he would call the next day and give it to you.

If you have not received two letters beside this one, you had better make enquiries about it. Let me know where you get your letters, whether it is in the post office or at the City Hall. You can send a paper once in a while and if somebody says anything about me, you can believe it [or] not, but I would advise you to pay no attention to them.

Give my best respects to Josiah Gould and all enquiring friends. Tell him I will write to him one of these days soon. Sam Hunt paid a visit to our camp the other day. He is well but would like to be home. Kiss the children for me. I should not wonder if the war was all over before three months. Then I will come home safe and sound. A good many of the boys has been sick but nothing seems to trouble me. We are to get paid off the first of July so you will get 10 dollars then. This paper is too small.

Yours to death, — Wm. J. Denser

1 Thomas Spencer Corey (1822-1884) was a carpenter who also lived in Chelsea, Suffolk county, Massachusetts. At the age of 45, he enlisted as a corporal in the 4th Massachusetts for three months service.


Letter 7

[Editor’s Note 1: “Camp Banks, Georgetown D. C., 15 July, 1861 – Whilst we were enjoying our ‘otium cum dignitate,’ at supper yesterday, a messenger from acting Brig. Gen. Richardson, drove up with an order for all four companies, (two Michigan and two from the 1st regiment,) ro report immediately to our respective camps We started at 9 P.M., on our long weary road, (17 miles,) and came to a halt here at just 4 o’clock in the morning. Twenty men from each of the right and left commands (Capts. Snow and Pearl) have been detached as skirmishers, in connection with details from other regiments in the brigade, and are now being drilled by a U. S. Army officer all the time.” Source: Boston Evening Transcript , 17 July, 1861]

[Editor’s Note 2: “A dispatch to the Times says the US Quartermaster General has decided to furnish the 1st Massachusetts Regiment with a new regulation uniform forthwith: Col. Cass’s and Col. Clark’s Regiment will also have to be renewed at once.” Source: American Traveller, July 6, 1861 These federal blue regulation uniforms were not drawn by the members of the 1st Massachusetts prior to the Battle of Bull Run, however. In thir engagement at Blackburn’s Ford on 18 July 1861, they still wore gray uniforms, creating great confusion.]

Camp Banks
Monday, July 8th 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I take this opportunity of writing to you hoping to find you and Mother and the children all in good health as this leaves me at present. Thank God for His mercy to us. I received your last letter Saturday night and was glad to hear that you were all well. I should like to have been to [see the] fire in East Boston because there was some fun there. I suppose there was a good deal of excitement there. Ben Chelle’s shop was burned so I suppose if I had of been home, I should of had my tools all burned.

But I expect we will have some excitement here soon. There was a fight some 15 miles from here last night but we don’t know how they made out, but two of the companies of our regiment had orders to strike the tents and leave so Co’s I and K left here this morning about 6 o’clock with their knapsacks and their cartridge boxes full of cartridges and the rest of us that is left here have orders to be ready to start at a moment’s notice. So we have our knapsacks packed all ready to start at a moment’s notice.

We was examined by the army doctor on Saturday and there is about six in our company that will not pass. They will be home in the course of a week. I believe that Dick Morrison is one of them but I am not sure. He says himself that he did not pass so that is all I know about it. The doctor says if there is anything the matter with me, he cannot find it so there is no chance for me to be sent home.

You can write a letter to Jim yourself. Tell him how I am and where I am &c. We don’t know half so much about the war here as the folks in Boston do. All we know about the war is what we get out of the Boston papers. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

I received a letter from T. Corey yesterday giving a full account of the fire in East Boston & Boston. Tell [15 year-old] Charlotte [Corey] there is a little soldier out here named Jo [who] send her his best respects. Not more at present. — W. J. D.


Letter 8

Bulls Run, Virginia
July 19th [1861]

Dear Lizzie,

I take his opportunity to write these few lines to you to let you know that I am still alive and well after one of the hardest fought battles on record. Our regiment led the van and we was the first company engaged. We charged on the enemy right up to the mouth of their battery. Our company is a good deal cut up but thank God, I was not hurt but still survive to avenge some of my comrades. We are situated now so we cannot write very often so do not be afraid if you do not get a letter from me for a long time. You need not write until you hear from again as I cannot receive ay letters from you until we get back to camp again.

Hoping you will rceive these few lines, I remain your affectionate husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

List of killed in our company:

P[hilander] Crowell
G[eorge] Bacon
T[homas] Harding
J[ames] Murphy
T[homas] Needham

Wounded:

G[eorge] Gray—fatal
W[illiam] Grover—not dangerous
O[rville] Bisbee—ditto
G[eorge] G. Learned—ditto
W[illiam] Grantman—severe
W[illiam] Lane—slightly
A. Wentworth—missing
Nelson Huse—not dangerous

Map of the Battle at Blackburn’s Ford, July 18, 1861 which shows the advance of three companies of the 1st Massachusetts against Longstreet’s men dug in on the other side of Bull Run. Source: The First Battle of Manassas, an End to Innocence, July 18-22, 1861, page 18, by John Hennessy

Letter 9

[Camp McDowell] Arlington Heights
Wednesday, 24 July 1861

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you to let you know that I am still alive and well although I have been in the midst of death with men falling all round me. I have to thank God for sparing me.

We are encamped on Arlington Heights in Virginia. How long we will stay here, I do not know. I sent you a few lines after our first fight to let you know that I was well. You can write as soon as you receive this. I received both your letters the same day which wsa last Sunday on the field of battle. The dollar comes in handy and I am much obliged to you for it. I have not received any pay yet from the government although two months pay came due yesterday. I expect we will be paid in a day or two. If we do, I shall send you home the whole of it because I don’t want to carry any money in my pocket except a little change and that you can send me anytime.

Give my love to Mother and the children and to all enquiring friends. Tell Tom Corey to give my best respects & to give G. W. Clark [thanks] for the bundle of papers you sent me which I received the day after the battle. The two papers you sent me I have not received. They were lost on the battlefield.

2nd Lt. Elijah B. Gill, Jr. Co. I, 1st Mass. Vols. (Military Images Magazine)

Frank B[righam] Fay, the Mayor, is in camp with us. He expects to stay here a day or two. I know that I shall live through the whole of the trouble and be safe home with you again. It may not be for a long time but surely will be. I shall have to close this letter. I have plenty to write but I am too sore and tired to write any more at this time. I expect the wounded will be in Chelsea before you receive this. You had better write to my Brother and tell him I am well. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. The only one in our regiment that was killed on Sunday was Lieut. [Elijah B.] Gill 1 of Co. K [I] but there was some wounded. We had none in our company, however.

No more at present. From your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

Write as soon as you receive this. The same directions.

1 2d Lt. Elijah B. Gill, Jr. was “instantly killed by a rifle ball through the heart” during the First Bull Run Campaign. On the night of his death, he was buried near Centerville, Virginia, with funeral services by candlelight.


Letter 10

Camp Union
Bladensburg, Maryland
Friday, August 16, 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you to let you know that I received your letter yesterday and was very glad to hear that you are all well as this letter leaves me at present.

We came to this place on Tuesday last. We are now in a different Brigade from the one we were in at the fight. The Brigade we are in now consists of the Mass. 1st, Mass 11th, New Hampshire 2nd, [and] Pennsylvania 27th. The 11th are camped in the next field to us. We are about seven miles from Washington, I believe they calculate to keep us here about two months to recruit and drill and then we are going to advance again and give them fits so I guess I won’t go home until we have another fight anyhow because I want to help pay them off for the loss our company sustained the last time. That is, I will not go home without my eye troubles me. It is very sore sometimes so that I cannot see out of it. I suppose it is brought on by sleeping out in the open fields without any covering when we was to the fight. It is so that I can get y discharge any time by going to the doctor and showing it to him but I have not yet and I don’t think I shall. As for deserting, if I can’t get home without coming that way, I don’t believe I ever will come home. When I go home, I will come home honorably. I ain’y a going to make believe sick either.

I send you the dollar in this letter as I don’t want it. I have two besides it. You can buy Mandy a hat with it. I am much obliged for sending it but I don’t have much use for money now as I cook for the company and I can get plenty to eat without buying much. I only weigh 10 lbs. heavier now than when I left Chelsea.

We have had some new elections of officers lately but they have not got their papers yet. Horatio Roberts was elected 1st Lieutenant and Jack Mandeville was appointed order sergeant in Robert’s place. I suppose if I was about a foot taller, I would get one office myself but I do well enough as high private. You can tell Hinckley that I guess I will not join his regiment this winter. You can tell him the best thing he can do is to join some regiment that is coming out this way and he will have plenty to eat—that is, salt horse and pork.

I received the papers that you sent. I hear that No. 8 is condemned. I am sorry for that. Lieut. Saunders arrived here last night and resigned his office today because he was not elected 1st Lieutenant. Give my best respects to Mr. & Mrs. [Thomas] Corey & [their daughter] Charlotte and all the Engine folks and to all enquiring friends. No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Direct as before. Always keep the money I send you and when I get short, I will send for some. I hope you have got that money from the Mayor. I don’t believe I will send any more by him. — W. J. D.

Write early and write often.


Letter 11

Camp Union
Bladensburg, Maryland
August 20th [1861]

Dear Lizzie,

I take this opportunity of writing to you to let you know that I am in good health at present, thank God for His mercy to me, hoping this letter will find you and Mother and the children all in the same.

Things remain the same as when I wrote last and that was only two days ago. We expect to stay here a month or two but then we don’t know. We may have to leave next week but there will not be any fighting around Washington for a month yet without the rebels commence it, and if they do, they will catch it. There is so many forts and batteries that they never can take Washington.

I am going to send you a five-leafed clover in this letter—one I found yesterday. Write soon and tell me what the news is. I have not received Tom Corey’s letter yet. I only write this letter so as to get your [to] answer it because I like to have you write. I would not care if I got a letter from you everyday only that would be too much to expect.

I don’t think our regiment will be in the next battle. I think we will be kept as a reserve force. We are guarding the railroad between the Relay House and Washington. It is the easiest place we have got to yet. It feels like home the most of any place I have been in because the cars go by whistling just the same as they do on the Eastern road. Give my best to Corey’s folks and everybody that enquires about me. I hear that Pingree keeps a grocery store now on the railroad bridge. I wonder if he makes much money. I hope you received the two last letters I wrote to you because there was a gold dollar in each of them. Don’t send me any money without I send for it because you need it more than I do.

It has done nothing but rain for the last 6 days and it has been an awful cold rain. But the sun is out warm now. I heard that No. 3 is condemned but I suppose Tom Corey will tell me all about that. I don’t know as I call Black anymore if this passes this time. So I remain your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Directions same as before.


Letter 12

Camp Union
Bladensburg, [Maryland]
Saturday, September 7th, 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I received two letter from you—one yesterday and one today—and I am very glad that you are all well as this leaves me at present, thank God for His mercy to us.

We still remain at the same place as you can see by the heading of this letter. But how long we will stay here is an uncertainty. We may stop here for weeks and we may leave at half an hour’s notice. But things drag along. News, or rather a rumor, has just reached camp that Gen. Banks has taken prisoners—the Rebel Gen. Lee and 25,000 secession prisoners. How true it is, we do not know, but one thing is certain [and] that is that Banks has surrounded him and given him just so long to deliver himself and men of prisoners or he will shoot every one of them. Lee offered to deliver up all his arms and ammunitions if he would be allowed to leave and go forth but they will not let him do that. Things are coming to a crisis. We will have it before a great while. We are the only Brigade there is round here now. They all left the other night except our Brigade. They are moving int oVirginia slowly but surely and before the end of this month I think the fighting will be all over with.

I am sorry Mr. Day did not arrive before you wrote because you could have given [our daughter] Mandy a little ring for a birthday present. We have not got our pay yet but are to get it on Monday or Tuesday next. I heard the Mayor was coming out here to take the money home. I hope some responsible man will come. If there ain’t anybody comes, why I will send it the best way I can. But then I will send a letter the say day so you will know when it is coming. We have good baked beans about every other day. We have a good oven that the boys built. We are going to have roast beef tomorrow. We will have the oven hot tonight, put our pans of meat in, and in the morning it will be nicely roasted. I tell you, it eats well. We get a hot loaf of bread (that is, each man) every night. It weighs 22 ounces, with as much tea or coffee as they want to drink at supper and breakfast. I don’t know as I have much more to write at present, only I wish you would send me a small fine tooth comb in your answer to this.

Give my best respects to Mother and Corey and family and everybody else. I sent a letter to Corey with a ring in it by John W. Day. Tell me whether he gets it or not. How did Charlotte like her ring? No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Kiss the children for me.


Letter 13

Departure of Union Troops from Camp Union at Bladensburg, Maryland. This AI generated photograph was made from a war time artist’s sketch of the camp.

Marlboro, Maryland
Tuesday, September 10th 1861

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter last night and was glad to hear that you were all well. We left our camp yesterday morning at 7 o’clock on a march. We did not know where but after marching 20 miles, we stopped here at dark when we had some hard bread and cold meat to eat. But I happened to be a little better off than the rest for as soon as I heard we were going to march, I put some tea and sugar in a paper and put them in my haversack so I made me a good cup of tea. Our company had to stand guard all night so I don’t feel much like writing. We left Camp [Union] in light marching orders—that is, nothing but our guns and blankets and five days provisions of hard bread and raw pork.

We are encamped in a small piece of woods with tobacco growing all round us. We sleep right in the open air right on the ground. We passed a good many tobacco plantations on the road with the tobacco in various stages of preparation. One place was a tobacco mill with about 50 niggers to work, some spreading it out to dry, others pressing it in bales, &c.

I cannot write much more at present as the Messenger that carried the mail leaves in about 5 minutes. I hope you can read this as it is wrote in a hurry with a pencil unsing my cartridge box for a desk. Tell Willie to be a good boy till I come home and I will take care of the baby for him. Tell him I have a nice little ring for him with his name on it just like yours. I will fetch it to him when I come.

We have not entered the town yet, being encamped on the outskirts of the village. Give my respects to Mr. & Mrs. Corey and Charlotte. No more at present (as the drums are beating). From your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Direct same as usual. Tom Drawbridge did not come with us for when the order came to get 5 days provision ready, he was sick but nobody could see anything the matter with him. Don’t say anything.


Letter 14

Lower Marlboro [Maryland]
September 30th 1861

Dear Lizzie,

I received your letter yesterday and was very glad to hear that you were all well. I hope you have received the money ($20) I sent you. Also the letter. I have received all your letters and papers.

We are still in the same place we were a week ago. We have not moved for about 10 days. It is kind of tough to be here without tents, same as we are, and to have such storms as we had the other day and night when the sun crossed the line. I never see such a storm before. I built a little house of brush and spread my rubber blanket over the top. I t makes a very nice place to sleep in when it rains.

I am not very well today. I have the diarrhea but I will get over that in a day or two. Give my best respects to everybody. I don’t feel like writing but as the man that carries the mail is going to camp, I thought I would send a few lines. I have a nice little gold 2 1/2 piece in my pocket that I would like to send you if I had a chance. I think I will send it in the next letter. No more at present. From your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

Write soon. I will write in a day or two again.


Letter 15

[Editor’s Note: Camp Hooker was located on the Maryland Shore of the Potomac River near Budd’s Ferry. Under the command of Brig. Gen. Joseph Hooker, it was one of 26 camps stretching from Indian Head to Maryland Point in Charles county.]

The Union Battery at Budd’s Ferry in foreground. The Rebel Battery at Cockpit Point in Virginia is seen on the opposite shore of the Potomac River.

Camp Hooker, Maryland
Tuesday, 12th November 1861

Dear Lizzy,

I now take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you to let you know that I am well at present, thank God for His mercy to me, hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all well. I have not received any letter from you for the last week. The mail has not arrived yet. The last letter I got from you was that short one with James’ letter in it. We have received our pay today and I send twenty dollars to you. All our money goes to Mayor Fay and he will pay you the twenty. You had better but a barrel of flour and such other things as you need for the winter. Then if you have any left to spare you can buy a lounge or stair carpet or anything you want but be sure and get your flour and necessary articles first. You can get Mr. Pratt to get you a barrel good over in Boston. Don’t buy it from anyone in Chelsea without you can get Sam Hunt to get one. But I would not ask him. You had better give Pratt the money. Then he can get it in Boston and you can pay him for bringing it over. I don’t know as I have much more to write at present—only the mail gets in tomorrow when I will get your letters.

We are still in the same place. We see a good deal of fun. Yesterday three schooners went up the river when the rebel batteries opened on them fired about 40 shot and shell at them but did not hit any of them. Our battery threw a few shot over into their forts and we could see their soldiers scatter in all directions.

Give my best respects to everybody. Write soon. Your letters will come all right because we are going to have a mail regular three times a week. There is a big fight going on somewhere as we heard cannonading all day yesterday and heavy cannonading going on now in the direction of Bulls Run. Who is getting the best of it, we don’t know as I have not seen but one paper since we got here and that was when we first arrived. No more at present. From your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Direct as before. I have to send this letter without a stamp as I have none. Tell me if you have to pay for it when you get it. — W. J. D.


Letter 16

Camp Hooker
Friday, November 22, 1861

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you to let you know that I am well at present, hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all in the same. I received your bundle from the City clerk (Sam Bassett, Jr.) and I was very glad to hear from you and to receive the things you sent it was quite a surprise to me and the gloves was just what I wanted. They are first rate. We enjoyed ourselves first rate yesterday. We had a splendid dinner yesterday. A better dinner could not of been got up in any hotel in the City of Boston. We had a big race just before dinner. Two greased pigs were let loose for the regiment to chase. They did not run far before they were caught. We had speeches from Hon. Frank B. Fay, Mr. Mason of Chelsea, Sam Bassett, Mr. Jones of Chelsea, our Captain and others. I never enjoyed myself better.

I received two letters by mail from you yesterday—one with Jim’s letter in it. I don’t think much of his letter, When I go down to see him, I will go so that I shall not be afraid to come back again. Give my best respects to everybody. I am going to send my overcoat home to you by the Mayor [Fay]. You can make a suit of clothes out of it for Willie. It has covered me in rain and shine and the reason I send it is because we got new ones the other day and my trunk—what I carry on my back—ain’t big enough to hold two coats. I don’t know as I have much more to write at present. We were all glad to see the Chelsea folks out here. They have seen the Rebel batteries throwing shot at us. They don’t think much of it.

I hope you have got your money by this time. No more at present. From your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

This is a picture of George F. Whall who was a 42 year-old cabinet maker when he enlisted in the 1st Massachusetts Infantry, Co. D. (Dan Binder Collection)

Letter 17

Camp Hooker
Sunday evening, January 19, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter last night which you wrote on Wednesday eve and I was very glad to hear from you. You think that I have forgotten you but it is not so as you probably think by this time. You say that you sent me 4 stamps at one time and two in a damaged condition but the other two I have not seen although I received your letter which you wrote on Sunday. Did you not forget to put them in? This makes the fourth letter I believe that I wrote to you this week or since last Sunday. After this I am going to number my letters. Then you will know if you receive them. I will put a big figure on the top of each letter. This will be a one. The next letter a two, and so on. Then if a figure is skipped, you will know that you don’t get them all. You can do the same. I have no stamps now but I will send this by Jo Everdean as he is going home for good in the morning. He don’t like sogering.

This is the worst weather I ever saw for rains. It does nothing but rain about all the time. The mud is knee deep all round here—the roads impassable for teams. Our boat started to go up to the landing today which the rebel batteries opened on her with sixty pound shell. They fired over 40 shot at her but did not hit her. I was not on board, being on the sick list. Don’t think by that that I am very bad—only a bad cold which I will get over in a day or two. I only put my name on the list so I would not have to drill for a day or two.

I wish you could send me a little box with some paper and envelopes. Also about a pint of good brandy. You would have to put it in a little box so it would not get broke. I want to take it if I don’t feel well for I don’t like to take fisic. If you send it, you can send it by Phillips when he [comes] by taking it to the City Hall. Don’t tell him what is init. If you send the brandy, pack it round so it will not break.

I will have to stop as the light bulb is going out. Give my best respects to everybody. Hoping this will find you all well, I remain your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 18

Camp Hooker
January 23rd 1861 [1862]

Dear Lizzy,

I have just received your letter which you wrote on Sunday and was very glad to hear from you and to know that you were all well. I am in pretty good health at present, only the weather is so wet that I do not go out on duty yet. We have not had a fine day for the last 18 days. it has rained every day, or a part of every day. The mud is about 18 inches deep all round. The camp and in the roads it is deeper—over the tops of leg boots.

I am very sorry that Charlotte felt so nervous about that note that I sent her. I wonder how she would feel if I was to write her a letter as long as her arm. Perhaps she would go right off and do something desperate. But then I guess there will not be any danger of it. I suppose if she writes to me, I will have to answer it. But then, what I write I ain’t ashamed if she shows it to all in Chelsea.

I hope you have received the money by this time. Also the letters sent by Jo Everdean. I don’t know as I have much to write about at this time as things remain about the same. Don’t forget that Tuesday next, the 8th of January, is my birthday. Wish I was home to celebrate it with you, but then I think we will all be home before long. Don’t believe we ever will be in another fight as we are the third reserve army Potomac. There is one thing sure—we cannot have any fight where we are now, but we are in good marching order and could be on the march at a half hour’s notice anytime. We keep ready for a march all the time. There was a report the other night that we had orders to hold ourselves ready to march at a moment’s notice, but I don’t believe it. But we are ready always.

I see in the Chelsea paper that [Lionel D.] Phillips reports that there is not a man in the regiment that would take his discharge at this time. Now that is not true and he knows it. He himself would like to have such an offer. He would take it in a minute. So would a good many others even in this company. Our friend Tom has tried his best and is still trying to getting his. It would be a good thing for the company if he got it. You need not say anything about it though. Walter is well. He was boozy last night but where he got his liquor I don’t know. You need not tell anybody.

We had quite a time on our part of the house on Saturday night. About a dozen got put in the guard house all night. The reason was they would not put the light out when ordered to do so by the officer of the night. Don’t say anything about it to anybody. Probably J. Everdean will tell it all round though but I don’t want to have it said that I wrote anything home about the company. I was not one of them though. I never have missed a roll call or had anything against me since we have been in the army. That is just 8 months yesterday. Leaves two years and four months longer but the 4 months is longer than we will serve. These expeditions is what fixes the South up. Also the battle in Kentucky has frightened them some.

Give my best respect to everybody. Hoping this will find you all well. I am your husband, — W. J. D.


Letter 19

Camp Hooker
February 2nd 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of answering your letter which I received last night and I was glad to hear from you and to know that you had received the money that I sent and I hope you will not get out of money until next payday which is only 26 days from now. I know that everything is very dear now and that $20 does not go a great ways but don’t stint yourselves for anything you want so long as you have a cent. It don’t make any difference whether you save any or not. When your flour is out, buy another barrel. Never buy any more by the bag if you can help it as it don’t pay.

You want to know if I want any boots. I do not as I have a good pair. I have everything I want in shape of things to wear. Don’t know how I am going to carry them if we have to move. Hope the box will come safe. Expect it will be here about the time you get this. That is about the middle of the week.

We had a serious accident occur here on Friday evening which caused the death of a member of Co. F. Two of the members of that company were fooling with muskets in front of their house when a corporal of Co. F, not knowing his gun was loaded, snapped it at one of them when it went off—the bullet going through the man’s heart killing him instantly. The man’s name that was killed is [Herbert S.] Barlow. He belongs in Roxbury and leaves a widowed mother. It is the first accident of the kind that has happened in our regiment. The same evening one of our teamsters was run over and nearly killed.

I am quite well again, ready for duty, and I hope this will find you and Mother and the children all well. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. Dan Mears is still in the hospital although he is getting better slowly. I suppose J[oseph B.] Everdean tells some hard stories of camp life since he has got home. I will write again in the middle of the week. No more at present. From your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

I received your paper.


Letter 20

Camp Hooker
Sunday, February 16, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your two letters—one last night with the dollar in it and one the night before. I am glad to know that you are all well as this leaves me at present.

We had a snow storm yesterday when two inches of snow fell. It is the first time it has looked like winter since I have been out here but today is very fine. The snow is fast disappearing and in a day or two there will be none to be seen.

The news that we hear is good Union victories everywhere. I expect we will have to give the rebels a licking somewhere about here before we go home but that will not be hard to do. Burnside’s Expedition has disheartened them. They cannot stand the cold steel and that is what we will give them if we ever get the chance. Powder will not be of any use. We are going to try the bayonet. Keep up good spirits. Don’t fear for me. We may not have a fight and we may have one before you get this. We have orders to be ready to start at a moment’s notice but one thing [is] sure—this thing will be settled soon.

In the dispatch sent by Gen. Hooker to Col. Cowden the other night announcing the Burnside victory, he put at the bottom of the dispatch that if things go on as they are now, this regiment would be on Boston Common before the 4th of July.

I am very much obliged for the dollar. Do as much for you when I get home. I guess than Jim thinks secesh has gone to grass. I am glad that you got the string for Mandy’s neck.

About the back rent you wrote about, don’t pay any until I get home. Just pay as you have been doing. That is enough for him. And about sending Willie to school. I would not send him too early. I think I will be home time enough to send him. I will write soon again. I had to borrow a stamp to put on this letter as I have none. Hoping this will find you all well, I am your husband, — W. J. D.


Letter 21

Camp Hooker
Thursday Morning, February 20, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing these few lines to you hoping this will find you all in as good health as this leaves me at present. We had a visit from 8 men from North Chelsea last night. They stopped in camp all night with us. They start for home this forenoon, So I had my daguerreotype taken and send it with one of them who is going to give it to you.

There is nothing new out here—only that there is great excitement in camp on account of the late victories [in Tennessee]. Everybody says we will go home soon and I think so too. I hardly think we will move from here until we move on our road to Boston.

Give my respects to everybody. Tell Corey if you see him that I will write to him soon. I will write to you tomorrow to go by the mail. Probably you will get that letter before you do this.

We have a balloon in camp that goes up everyday and takes observations on the other side of the river, They say that the rebels are moving away and I think in a month from now that there won’t be one to be found anywhere except in Fort Warren.

“Sketch of Virginia and the Rebel Camps and Batteries in front of Gen. Jos. Hooker’s Division in Charles County, Maryland. Made from Prof. Lowe’s Balloon for the Commander in Chief, December 8, 1861. By Col. Wm. F. Small, 26th Reg. Pa. Vols.”

Hoping this will find you and Mother and the children well, I remain your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

P. S. I will write to Jim one of these days. I wonder what he thinks of secesh now. — W. J. D.


Letter 22

Camp Hooker
Tuesday Eve. February 25th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of informing you that I received your letter this afternoon and was very glad to hear that you are all well at present as his leaves me at present.

We still remain here for the rest of the war but there is no knowing the fortunes of war nor what a day may bring forth. But we are all ready should we be called on. The New Jersey Brigade in our Division has ben called on to hold themselves in readiness to march at a moment’s notice but one thing is sure—that there has got to be a force left here where we are and I think that they will keep us as some think we have done our share of the fighting and the New Jersey Brigade has never seen a fight.

We have two of the guns here that was sent out from England to the United States. They were trying the range of them today on the rebel camp and I guess we made them think something was the matter because they tried to fire back at us and their cannon could not reach half way to us. Our cannon only fires seven miles. They are called the Whitworth Gun made in Manchester, England. They are ten pound calibre, throw a 32 pound shot, load at the breach so they can fire them as quickly as we can a musket. They don’t have to use a ramrod.

The British-made, breech-loading Whitworth Gun (LOC)

The news of the recent victories have created a great deal of joy and excitement in camp. The band playing, the men hurraying and everything is joyful.

Give my best respects to everybody in general. I have not much to write about—only that it blowed a hurricane yesterday. Blowed the roof off one of the captain’s houses and made a devil of a racket. Home looks nearer than ever now since the fall of Fort Donelson. I hope you received the picture of the soldier all right and I hope you liked it. I think I shall stay in the cook house now as the boys want me to. Hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all well as this leaves me at present. I remain your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore


Letter 23

Camp Hooker
Monday morning, March 10th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing to you hoping this will find you in good health as this leaves me at present.

There is great excitement here now. The rebels on the other side [of the Potomac] have cut stick and run, leaving everything behind—cannons, powder, shot and shell. They left yesterday in a hurry, setting fire to all their camps, houses, the rebel steamer G. Page, and two schooners they had in Quantico Creek. It is the greatest destruction of property I ever saw. They set fire to their quarters and the boat 3.30 o’clock yesterday afternoon (one of the gunboats had been firing at them for about an hour) and in less than an hour, the fire extended for miles. Their first magazine blew up at 10 minutes past 4 and there has been explosions ever since of mines and magazines blowing up. About 40 of our fellows went over in a boat and hoisted the American flag this morning. Our regiment (with the exception of our company which is on guard) left for the other side of the river to take possession of the arms and ammunition and gain a foothold on Virginia soil. I expect the whole of the Division will go over sometime this week.

I received your letter last Wednesday but I had no stamp so I put it off thinking I would get some every day so I am going to try this one without a stamp. You say that there is a dispute about my shaving. You can settle that by telling them that I have not shaved since I left home. I have trimmed with the scissors once or twice.

I think this fight will soon be settled now. Give my best respects to all, hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all well as this leaves me at present. — Wm. J. Dinsmore

I will write soon again as I find out all the particulars. — W. S. D.

We have not been paid off yet but expect to in about a week. Spend your money for anything you want. Buy your flowers. I will send the money to you as soon as I get some. — W. J. D.


Letter 24

Camp Hooker, Lower Potomac
March 17th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter tonight and was very glad to hear from you again so soon.

We are still in the same camp yet although we may have orders to move at any moment but I don’t think we will for go for some time as there is more troops in Virginia now that our generals know what to do with. I have not been on the other side of the river yet nor has any of our regiment for the last four days. But the next time any of our company goes over, I am going with them.

Tom Drawbridge started for home this morning, he having obtained his discharge. The officers of the company are glad to get rid of him as he was of no use to the camp or anybody else. He played sick so long—ever since we had the fight at Bull Run. I suppose he will be one of the heroes when he gets to Chelsea but there is not another man in the company that would take his discharge and go home in the same way (and some of them want to go very bad). I am going to try and stick it out until the company goes home.

I got the six stamps you sent in your letter. The weather is very fine here at present. It looks as if summer had come in reality. We have not got our pay yet. I don’t think we will for some time yet so you had better keep what money you have got and spend it yourself for I don’t think we will get our pay for a month yet and I don’t know as I want any money. I am still in the cook house, It is not hard work. I don’t have any drill to do nor I don’t have to stand guard so I have all night to sleep which is the best thing there is about it.

If you get short of money before I send my money home, go right to the Mayor and tell him you want some more. He has money enough in his hands for that purpose and if you don’t get it, somebody else will give. My best respects to all. I don’t know as I have anything more to write at present.

I suppose that Tom [Drawbridge] will go to see you and tell you some big stories but he never came near me before he started. I guess he thought I knew there was nothing the matter with him so if he comes to see you, you can answer him as short as you please. You need not trouble yourself to go and see him or anybody else that goes home a coward. Hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all in good health as this leaves me at present, I remain your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Write soon.


Letter 25

Camp Hooker, Lower Potomac
Sunday, March 23, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing a few lines to you to let you know that I am in good health at present, hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all in the same.

We are expecting to move every minute. Part of the regiment have moved out of their houses and gone into tents as they have taken the houses for hospitals for the sick of the Division. There is about 800 sick in this Division, mostly belonging to the Jersey Brigade and to Sickles’s Brigade. There is only seven men sick in our regiment and they’re not very sick.

I believe we start on Tuesday morning. Where we go, I do not know. We are the Left Wing of Heintzelman’s Corps De Army. We take no tents with us so we will sleep in the open air when we sleep which I think will not be very often. We are going after the rebels now in a hurry. I expect we will fetch up at Fortress Monroe or Fredericksburg before we stop. Don’t feel anxious if you do not get a letter soon as no mail will go again until we get settled. I may have a chance to send a letter and I may not. I will write every time I get a chance. We have not had a mail for 4 or 5 days but expect one before we march, but according to the last papers which I seen, we are cleaning the rebels out in all directions.

Tell Corey I will write to him when I get a chance. I only had five minutes to write this letter as the chaplain came round and says the last mail goes in 5 minutes so I commenced on this. Give my best respects to everybody. I have seen two expeditions go down the river this past week, about twenty steamers in each expedition. Hoping you can read this writing, I remain your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 26

Camp Hooker, Lower Potomac
Sunday night, March 23, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

This colorized daguerreotype of Lizzy Dinsmore, ca 1860, clearly shows that she suffered from a condition known as Esotropia (a form of eye misalignment). She may have become over-reliant on the unaffected eye and with fine needle work by candlelight, it could easily account for her “sore” eyes. We learn that Lizzy did piecework for a local tailor to earn extra money in the evening after putting her children to bed.

I have just received your letter and I was very glad to hear from you although I am very sorry that your eyes are so sore and I hope it is nothing very serious. Be very careful of them. Don’t sew any until they get better for anybody because it is better that you should go without work for a while than to lose your eyesight. So you had better let [Frederick A.] Steirnefeldt 1 get somebody else to do their work so you can lay still a while and save your eyesight. You have worked too hard and sewing every night is one of the worst things there is for the eyesight. You probably have got cold in your eyes and then not taking care of them, straining them [by] sewing after night has made them sore. So be very careful of them. Let the work go. Better be well without work than sick and not able to do any.

Mayor Fay arrived in camp tonight. He came to see about the money going home to the families of the soldiers. He thinks we won’t get our money until the first of April. The way we are going to do is to sign a paper and then he draws the money in Boston and pays it to the family or whoever it is signed to. I am going to sign for you to receive ten dollars a month so you will get 20 dollars from Mr. Bassett about the last of this month and the same every payday until I get home which I hope will be soon. Oh how I would like to be home with you now so that I could take care of you and cure your eyes. Don’t write any more until you get a letter from me telling you to do so. I should like to get an answer to this but it is impossible as we move on Tuesday morning and there is to be no mail after we move until we get settled again which may not be for five or six weeks. But I will drop you a few lines every time there is a chance. Give my best respects to all.

So you say the Engine Boys did not know me. If that is so, I must of altered some since I left home and I think I have. I am only about 17 pounds heavier but I am in good health and spirits and I want you to keep up a good heart because I will be as safe as though I was at home which I will be before long as this war is going to be settled up quickly and I suppose we have our share to do. But I am going home honorably if I go at all—not like some folks that has backed out and gone home.

Hoping you can read this letter as it is wrote in a hurry. I hope that John Sargent don’t come round to see you too often as some folks might make a story out of it for spite. But I will trust you with anybody. But you know what I mean. I don’t think much of him anyhow. Hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all well. I am your loving husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

I wrote you a letter this morning with a pencil as that was to be the last mail but another one goes in the morning.

P. S. If you get short for money, don’t pinch yourself but go to the City Hall and tell Mr. Bassett that you want some. Tell him your eyes are sore, you can’t work, and you are out of money, and he will see that you have some. I see a likeness of Jedide Small yesterday. Jim Gerrish has it. He showed it to me. He got it from her the other day. I suppose Tom Drawbridge will have some big stories to tell but he don’t know anything about the marches we had all last summer as he was not with us when we were marching through Maryland. Yours &c. — W. J. Dinsmore

1 Frederick August Steirnefeld, b. 1818, was a tailor who lived at 19 Grove Street in Chelsea, Massachusetts. He was a native of Sweden who became a nsaturalized US Citizen in October 1856.


Letter 27

Camp Hooker, Lower Potomac
April 4th, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter last night and was glad to hear from you again and to hear that you were all well. The only mail we had this week came last night.

We are still in the same place notwithstanding the papers have us at Fort Monroe. But we have not seen it yet, We have been ready to leave for the last four weeks but when we will go it is impossible to tell. Night before last, orders came to cook two days rations so as to start the next morning. But the next morning came and no start and now it is the next and no more sign of going than there was one month ago. But I should not be surprised to hear the order to start at any hour.

Part of our regiment are living in tents again. And I wish our company was for the house is too warm to sleep in nights. The weather is very warm here—just like the middle of summer in Chelsea. I left the cook house because it got too warm to be comfortable.

You say that Charlotte thinks I did not get her father’s letter but I did. But I have not answered it yet but I will one of these days when I get time and there is any news to write. Give my best respects to everybody and tell them I am doing first rate. But then Tom stretches it a little when he says I am as fat as Pingree. But then whether it is so or not, I can march as far and as fast as the lean ones. There is nothing new to write about. It is very still since our neighbors across the river have left. It is still like Sunday.

Write soon and often as all the letters will come sometime. I will write every time the mail goes. I received three stamps in your letter last night. They came just in time as I did not have any. We have not been paid off yet but the paymaster has promised to pay us this week which I hope he will do. Hoping this will find you all in good health as this leaves me at present. I remain your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore


Letter 28

Near Yorktown [Virginia]
Before breakfast Saturday morn, April 12th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing a few lines to you hoping this will find you and the Children all in good health as this leaves me at present.

We arrived at this place yesterday (Friday) morning after being six days and nights aboard of the steamer Kencheck as we went on board last Saturday morning at Budd’s Ferry, hauled out into the middle of the river, started Monday morning and Monday night we had to lay to owing to a storm. We laid in St. Mary’s Bay until Wednesday night when we up anchor and started and Thursday morning about 8 o’clock arrived at Fort Monroe which we left again about 10 o’clock. I see the Ericson’s Monitor, the Stevens Battery, and the greatest variety of shipping I ever saw in one place—[an] English Man-of-War, two French Man-of-War, and any quantity of Yankee war vessels from a little one gun boat to a three decker.

We had an awful rough and stormy passage in the Chesapeake Bay. We had two schooners in tow loaded with artillery horses and the rope broke Thursday morning and we had to leave them. But they have arrived since all safe. There is an awful lot of troops here in this place. The rebels only fell back from here about a week since. We are investing Yorktown. We have got it besieged. We have about (140,000) one hundred and forty thousand men here but the rebels have a lot of batteries. But they can’t load their guns very well as our sharp shooters are hid round close to the enemy and fast as an artillery man goes to load a gun, they pick him off.

The weather is awful cold or it feels so to me coming out of our winter houses. We have tents with us. Every tent holds two men. We carry them in our knapsacks, Every man carried a half a tent. We have not had a mail for a week but it will come one of these days. Then I will have a lot of letters to read from you. I expect we march again this morning. We are only five miles from Yorktown now at a place called Ship Point on the York River. We are going to have a big fight here if the rebels are good for anything. They have a stronghold here and we have a big army here also.

Gen. McClellan is here in person. He has given them two days to surrender in. Whether they will do so or not, I don’t know, but I will write soon again and give you the news. I see Mayor Fay at Fortress Monroe [but] did not have a chance to talk to him. Only eight hundred of us on the boat. Accommodations for about two [hundred] but we arrived all safe. Some was sea sick. I was not. Give my love to all. Write on as usual from your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 29

Near Yorktown
Sunday, April 13th 1862

I take this opportunity of writing a few lines to you hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all in good health as this leaves me at present.

We are resting today and we need it. This is the awfullest country I ever saw—all swamp, but we [will] probably be in Yorktown before you get this. We have not got our position yet but I presume it will be somewhere on the advance. The Southerners are getting desperate. We have them hemmed in on all sides. We are now doing what in future history will be known as the Siege of Yorktown. We are within 4 or 5 miles of it but will be nearer in a day or two.

There is skirmish[ing] going on now. I can hear the cannon booming quite plain. We have skirmishing every day (that is, some of our regiments). We have not fired a shot yet but our regiment are all eager. We have an old debt to pay them for what they done to our dead at Blackburn Ford (Bull Run) where they dug them up and boiled the flesh off the bones. We are bound to pay them up in full.

We had a rough time of it before we got here and I think we will have rougher before we leave. There is no roads here—nothing but swamp. We have about twenty thousand men building corduroy roads for the artillery. It is stated we have 200 cannon here besides siege guns and mortars. What the news is at other places, I do not know as we have not had a mail nor seen a paper since before we left Camp Hooker which was a week yesterday morning.

Our provisions are hard bread and raw pork—that is, a pound of pork and a pound of bread a day, with a dipper of coffee in the morning and a dipper full at night. I can et raw pork as well as anybody. Like [it] best raw. In fact, [I] grow fat on it. If I eat the same kind of stuff here I would at home. I would not be able to half the work. The 9th Massachusetts Col. Cass had the hardest work of any regiment here. They are away on the extreme advance living on three crackers a day. The roads being so bad, they can’t get the provisions to them. But the road will soon be so that there will be stuff enough. Horses are no good here. They haul all the stuff with mules—eight mules to a wagon, and sometimes you can’t see anything but the top of the wagon and the mules ears, so you can judge of the [mud is this] place.

We expect a mail every day now whenI finish this letter and send it. I may have a chance to send it tomorrow and I may not for a week.

Monday 14th. The sound echoes through the camp. Mail starts at one o’clock so I am going to finish these few lines. Young Walker that lived in Golding’s house was here to see the Chelsea Company yesterday. He is well and looks well. He is a drummer boy in the 19th [Massachusetts] Regiment. They are about two miles from here. We are better off than any other division here as we have tents but we have to carry them, Each man’s piece weighs about two pounds but they are worth carrying. You folks at home get more news than we do here as we don’t get the papers but we are going to have a mail regular in a day or two. Our first mail comes tomorrow.

We have some canon here that throw ninety shots in a minute. They work by machinery as fast as a man can throw the shot into a kind of a basket.

I expect that our forces will have possession of Richmond sometime this week as I think it is part of the plan to take Richmond before Yorktown. Some folks think that taking this place will settle the war as it did in the Revolution. We are within about three miles of where Lord Cornwallis surrendered to Washington. Give my best respects to all. Write soon, Your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

We have not been paid yet but money is no use here as there is no place to spend it. I expect the Mayor Fay down here to see us before he goes home.


Letter 30

Camp General Scott in front of Yorktown
Friday, April 18th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing a few lines to you hoping this will find you and the children all in good health as this leaves me at present. Our mail arrived tonight for the first time since we left Budd’s Ferry and I got three letters from you and you may be sure I was very glad to hear from you again. The mail will come regular now that we have got our position which we took on Wednesday. We are on the advance in the center column and we intend to be one of the first regiments to enter Yorktown. We were turned out yesterday morning (Thursday) at 4 o’clock and formed line of battle. What for, I don’t know. And last night at half past 12 turned out again as the rebels had made a sortie on our left but were driven back with great loss. After standing in line of battle an hour listening to the whizzing of shell and the pop of muskets, we were dismissed, the rebels having retired. But at 4 o’clock [we] had to turn out again double quick, the rebels having made another sortie. But [they] were again driven in with great loss. We lost none as they did not stop to fire a shot. Our Brigade has not fired a shot yet, the Division on our left doing most of the shooting.

We are within about one mile of the rebel fortifications. Our sharpshooters keep the rebels in great suspense as they pop them off as soon as they show themselves. They have some heavy guns but cannot load them as the man is popped off as fast as they come to the muzzle of the gun. As an instance, they let them put the cartridge in one gun and the man shoved the ramrod in when he was picked off, and so on. All day yesterday as soon as the man touched the rammer to pull it out, he was shot. So they had to let the rammer stay in until after dark.

I had a good look at the rebel fortifications today and seen a man come out in the field when right in front of me was a sharp crack like the snap of a whip and he dropped to rise no more. Don’t borrow trouble thinking I am in danger because I am just as safe here as I would be at home or anywhere else. A man can’t die until his time comes and I feel certain that I will return safe to Chelsea again to you and the children so take good care of yourself because I think this war cannot last a great while longer as this is about the last place the rebels can make a stand and I don’t think they will make much of a fight here.

Give my best respects to all and tell Corey I will write to him soon. I remain your affectionsate husband, — W. J. Dinsmore, Pvt.. Co. H, 1st Mass. Vol.

Direct same as usual. Write soon.

What does folks in Chelsea think of Tom [Drawbridge’s] coming home?


Letter 31

Before Yorktown
April 25, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I once more write a few lines to you hoping that you and the children and Mother are all as well as this leaves me at present. I received your letter [last] night, also one from Corey. There is nothing interesting going on here with the exceptions of a little skirmishing between artillery as the shot keep singing in the air almost all the time. We were out at work yesterday afternoon when the rebels threw some shells at us without any damage to anyone although some whistled close to us.

I have been to work on a piece of shin bone of an ox and made a ring out of it for you and I am going to send it inn this letter hoping you will get it safe. If it is not large enough for you, it will fit Willie, but I hope it will fit you. I made it with a knife. I worked about 30 hours on it—that is, put all the time together that I worked on it. I send a letter to Corey today. Write soon as you get this and let me know if it came safe.

Give my best respects to all. If we get the best of Johnny Rebel, this will settle the war in Virginia and we will be home in July. No more at present but I remain your loving husband. — Wm. J. Dinsmore

P. S. I hope you can read pencil writing as that is all there is to write with round here. — W. J. D.


Letter 32

In camp near Yorktown
May 2nd 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I once more write you a few lines hoping to find you and the children and Mother in good health.

We are still in front of the enemy waiting anxiously for the order forward which shall drive the rebels from their stronghold and I firmly believe settle the war as according to deserters from the enemy, the rebels are disheartened and the driving them from Yorktown will be the means of driving them to destruction.

The enemy are keeping up a brisk cannonading all this forenoon—what for? I don’t know, but we have got so used to the whistle of balls and bursting of shell that we don’t mind them without they come very close things cannot last much longer the way they are now as all our works are nearly ready and everything in good order. Keep up a good heart and don’t feel afraid on my account because I feel that I shall be spared to come home to you safe and sound. Mayor Fay is in camp again, he having started from here as soon as he heard of our engagement. Heis doing all in his power for the comfort of the wounded.

We were paid off our two months pay today and will receive the other two months the fifteenth of this month. I suppose you will get your twenty dollars of it before you get this letter as I signed for you to draw ten dollars a month. That is twenty dollars every pay day. So I got the other six this morning and now I have got it, I do not know what to do with it. I have a one dollar bill of Massachusetts money that I will send you in this letter. You can spend it for anything you want.

I have not much to write about at present. Give my best respects to all. I hope you got the ring all right. I expect before this reaches you Yorktown will have surrendered. I see in some of the papers that G. G. S. Norris, Co. I, is reported wounded. It is not so. He got a black eye accidentally as we were marching to the fight. That is all the wound he got. My love to all. No more from your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Co. H, 1st Mass Vols.


Letter 33

On Battlefield Williamsburg
Tuesday, May 6th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take time now to write a few lines to you to let you know that I am alive and well yet.

The battle is over and we remain in possession of the field. The fight commenced yesterday morning at 6 o’clock and continued all day without interruption until after dark. What the loss was killed and wounded is I do not know. You probably will see it in the papers before I do. Yorktown was evacuated Saturday night and on Sunday we started in full pursuit of them. I have not time to write you much. Our regiment suffered some as we opened the fight in the morning, but our company was lucky this time as there was not one of our company killed or wounded. G. Norris and Dan Mears are both well. I will write again soon.

The battlefield is a horrid looking place. The rebels are in full retreat from here with our cavalry and artillery in pursuit. Gove my best respects to all. From your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Co. H, 1st Mass. Vols.

P. S. I sent a little parcel by Mayor Fay directed to you. It is a pipe bowl that I made while we lay in front of Yorktown. You can give it to Tom Corey as I made it for him. It is made of Laurel root. You need not tell Fay what is in the bundle as he would not like it perhaps to carry a pipe home. — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 34

Williamsburg [Virginia]
Sunday, May 11th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I now write a few lines to you hoping this will find you all in good health as this leaves me at present. Thank God for His mercy to me.

We are encamped on the outskirts of this town doing garrison duty. How long we shall stop here, I do not know. We may start tomorrow and we may not leave here at all until we are discharged which I hope will be so as I have seen enough fighting to satisfy me and I think the whole of the regiment has.

We was the first regiment to engage the enemy. We came on them before we thought we were near them and the first intimation we had of a fight was their pickets opening on us. We left our camp at Yorktown on Sunday last at noon and marched until about 9 o’clock Sunday night when we lay down in a field to sleep. About two o’clock in the night, it commenced to rain. About 4 we were on the march again. At about 6 the first shot was fired. It rained very hard all the time the fight was going on which was about 13 hours. The reason our regiment lost so few killed was because we fought as skirmishers all day.

Hooker’s Division engaging at the Battle of Williamsburg. A colorized rendition from a sketch drawn by the artist Alfred R. Waud, a wartime correspondent for Harper’s Weekly. He made notes on various parts of the sketch so that a more detailed engraving could later be made for the magazine. Among Waud’s notations were descriptions of the weather (“Gloomy day rain falling heavily. all hazy.”); the fighting conditions (“Guns deep in mud. Men and horses the same”); the foot soldiers’ dress (“soldiers with pants rolled up some with high boots, and some with socks drawn over pants”); the commanding officers’ dress (“General and Staff in overcoats and india rubber ponchos”); and the general terrain (“Woods mostly pine trees”). The finished engraving was published in Harper’s Weekly on May 24, 1862.

We left camp on Sunday without any dinner and did not have anything but a few crackers until after the fight. We were pretty well used up but I hope this war is about closed up. I am in hopes that the first of July will see us home yet—at least I hope so. Give my best respect to all. Don’t be disappointed if you don’t receive letters oftener than you do it is impossible to tell when there will be a chance to send them. All your letters comes regular as the mail is always sent after the regiment. But it is hard work to get a letter back. But I will write whenever I can.

The battlefield I cannot describe in writing but when I get home, I will tell you what it is like. I send you an old secesh postage stamp in this letter. You can see by it that their letters cost more than ours. No more at present. Your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore


Letter 35

Williamsburg [Virginia]
Tuesday, [May] 13th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I once more take an opportunity of writing a few line to you hoping this will find you and the children and Mother in good health as tis leaves me at present. Thank God for His mercy to us.

We are still encamped at this rebel city keeping guard and report says that our Brigade has seen all their fighting and that we are going to stay and guard this place until we are discharged and sent home.

This is the oldest city in Virginia and it looks so with its old rickety tumble down buildings. It looks as if there had not been a house built in the place for at least 80 or 90 years but there is some very fine buildings here. For instance, the Lunatic Asylum, the College, the Bank Building, and the jail. There is only one church in the place and that was built before the Revolution. It is of brick with a grave yard around it is in the old style. The inhabitants are beginning to come back to the town again. They thought we were all savages but they have found out that it was a mistake of theirs. They say that we behave better than their own soldiers used to.

About that shot that came so close that you heard of, it only went through my clothes right at the side of my left kidney, but did not touch my skin. And I had so many clothes on and was running so that it knocked me down but I did not lay long. I thought I was hit—it felt just so for about a minute. But I was lucky then and have been so in the battle since, although seeing some very horrid sights. You say in one of your letters (two of which I received today) that Charlotte [Corey] wrote to me since she wrote by Dan Mears. If she did, I never got the letter. If I had, I would have sent it to you. About making me mad, that is something I don’t understand. She might of at the time but if she did I have forgot all about it. But enough of that.

There was another fight twenty miles from here on last Wednesday but we were not in it. Our folks lost a good many killed and wounded, the rebels laying an ambush for them, but they had to suffer for it.

We had a hard time the day of the fight, being the first into it and fighting about three hours before our artillery came up to assist us. We expect to be paid again soon, maybe next week. Just as soon as I get paid off, you can go to th City Hall and get twenty dollars more. I hope you have received your other twenty by this time. They don’t charge much for stuff here in town. When we got here, tea was only eight dollars a pound and everything else in proportion. But things are getting a little more reasonable in price which is a good thing for the inhabitants which have to buy such things. I buy some cheese, tobacco, and sweet cake once in a while. Day before yesterday they only asked sixty cents a pound for cheese. Last night I bought some for twenty-five.

Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. I hope you have got that pipe Mayor Fay took home. It was directed to you but I made it for Tom Corey so you can give it to him if you have not done so already. Write soon. I received your papers and stamps. I hope you will be able to read this letter as it is wrote in a hurry and on secesh paper. Your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

P. S. We had nobody hurt in our company in the last fight. Keep on sending The Ledger.


Letter 36

New Kent Court House, Virginia
Sunday eve, May 18th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I now take an opportunity of writing a few lines hoping to find you and Mother and the children all in good health as this leaves me at present.

We left Williamsburg on Thursday last about six in the morning. It was a kind of a wet, drizzly morning which increased to a regular rain storm but we kept on and after marching about 15 miles, encamped for the night. Starting next morning and marching 14 miles more over the worst roads I ever saw, With knapsack, haversack, and sixty rounds of ammunition which is twenty rounds more that we ever carried before, but at the Battle of Williamsburg we got out of ammunition having fired 40 rounds.

On the second (Friday) night we encamped and stayed until this (Sunday) morning when we came up here marching only 5 miles today. We may stay here three or four days and we may not stop one. We are within 25 miles of Richmond and before tis reaches you, if I am alive and well, I may be in Richmond. This war is drawing to a close fast. The man that lives six weeks longer will see the end of it and I am glad that it is so near an end as I have seen enough fighting and so has every other man in the regiment that was in the last fight where our Brigade of four regiments had to fight against forty thousand rebels for over three hours. We was so far ahead of the rest of the Division, it is a wonder to me how any of us escaped but when the rest of the Division came up, we advanced and got so close under the rebel batteries that they could not bring their cannon to bear on us but shot away over us. But we in return shot their gunner down as fast as they tried to load their guns. One of the rebel prisoners told me that night that the rebels was afraid of our regiment and the 2nd New Hampshire as our rifles made great slaughter among them. He said they would rather face a whole Brigade than to face our regiment because when we sight at a man, he is a goner. And our bullets tear bone and all to pieces so if we hit a man in te leg or arm and he don’t die, he has to lose his limb. Our bullets are just the shape of my long pistol bullets, Give my best respects to all enquiring friends.

If I get to Richmond, the first thing I will do is write you a letter. I have nothing much to write as we don’t know anything—only just what we see. Only I see in the papers that Norfolk has gone up and the Merrimac has gone up and the Merrimac has gone down.

Write often. Direct same as usual. I will write as often as there is a chance to send a letter. I have a ring made out of a horn button that I cut off a dead rebel’s coat. I am going to keep it until I get home. I don’t think this Brigade will be in the next fight but I don’t know. Keep up a good heart.

We are first (Grover’s) Brigade, Hooker’s Division. I suppose the folks in Chelsea will be glad to see what there is left of us when we get home. George Norris and Dan Mears and [William] Boss in Co. I are all well. No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Our mail has not arrived yet. We expect it tonight. I will not seal this letter until dark because I expect a letter from you. I send you two pictures in this letter—a picture of the Capitol and a picture of the Insane Asylum. I had to cut them a little to get them in the envelope.

Monday morning. I received your letter last night and was glad to hear that you were all well. I did not print the directions on that envelope on the march. I directed all the envelopes before I started from Camp Hooker. — W. J. D.


Letter 37

Poplar Hill, Virginia
Monday morning, May 26th [1862]

Dear Lizzy,

I write a few lines hoping to find you and the children and Mother all in good health as this leaves me at present. We are pretty close to the enemy. We arrived here yesterday after a march of 4 hours over a swamp. We are encamped in a wheat field on a gentle elevation. We are in a line of battle with six pieces of cannon planted and sighted, all pointing at a little bridge the enemy have to cross should they attack us. We crossed the Chickahominy yesterday at a place called Bottom Bridge. We can walk from here to Richmond in six hours. That is, if there was no obstructions in the way in the shape of cannon and musket bullets. We are on the advance on this road although some of our troops on other roads are much nearer Richmond than we are. But we will all be in the city before a week or we will be licked.

I have not much to write about—only we have had some hard marches within a fortnight. On Friday night we had a march of four miles through a swamp which took us seven hours. That is half a mile an hour. On Thursday evening last, we had a violent hail storm—the largest hail I ever saw. It hailed for about half an hour. Some of the hailstones were as large as hen eggs while the general run were like marbles and different from any hail I ever sw as it looked more like chunks of ice than anything else.

I have to bring this letter to a close as the mail starts in five minutes. My best respects to all. I received your letter and the two papers yesterday.

I have just picked a 4 leaf clover which I will put in this letter. My head laid on it all night so I have just pulled it. I also send you a picture that was in a newspaper that G. Clark sent me. It will do for the children. No more at present. Your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 38

Two miles across the Chickahominy
[late May 1862]

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter yesterday with the picture in it and I was very glad to hear from you [and] also to get the likeness. It is a very nice one.

We have been in this camp since Sunday afternoon but how long we will stay, I don’t know. We may leave in an hour and we may stay here a week. The weather is very changeable here. Yesterday and Sunday were very warm. Last night it rained very hard but now (10 o’clock) it has cleared off and the sun is shining bright. Green peas are ripe here now but privates can’t get them as there is officers enough to eat up all there is in the gardens. I went out in the rain strawberrying. I did not get many.

Wedon’t have no band playing now. Neither do the drums beat nor bugles sound. Every[thing] is done without any noise. The discipline is very strict but the enemy are in front and we have got to be [quiet]. Some folks think now that we will be home by the first of July yet but I don’t know. I don’t want to go any farther south than Richmond and I hope we shan’t have to.

You had better send a picture of Mandy down to my folks—that is, if you can get as good looking a one as you sent me. There is a good many sick in our regiment now but it don’t amount to much. Most of them would be well if we were going home. They are sick adn stay six miles behind us out of harms way.

Give my best respects to all. Hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all in good health as this leaves me at present, I remain your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore, Co. H, 1st Mass. Vol.

P. S. How does Sam Colby get along about his difficulty. You never told me what the name was. — W. J. D.

3 o’clock p.m. Heavy cannonading in the direction of Richmond. That is to our right. We are the advance of the left wing.


Letter 39

Poplar Hill, Virginia
Sunday eve, 4 o’clock June 1st, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I [take] this opportunity of writing a few lines in answer to your letter which I received on Friday night, but which I could not answer at the time owing to being on guard. Times are very lively here for the last two days. Two of the Brigades in our Division were in a fight today. It was a very hard one. We were not in it but expected to be every minute. We have been ready since three o’clock this morning at which time we formed line of battle expecting to be into it every minute. We had one of the severest thunder storms on Friday that I ever saw or heard of. It commenced to thunder about half past 4 o’clock on Friday eve at which time the rain poured down in torrents and continued to do so until 3 o’clock Saturday morning. I was on guard in a piece of woods and the lightning was so strong I had to take my bayonet off my gun. Every flash would light up so you could see through the woods which would be followed by darkness of the darkest hue. The lightning would play along up and down the gun barrel in flashes.

Came off guard yesterday at 9 o’clock in the morning. At ten o’clock we had a Brigade Review and inspection which kept us until noon. After dinner went down to the brook and washed all over. Changed my clothes, washed my shirt, stockings & got back to camp. Just hung clothes out to dry and laid down to get a little sleep, just got asleep when the order was fall in double quick. The pickets are firing, the enemy are advancing in force. Jumped up in a hurry, put on my equipments, grasped my musket, when we formed in line of battle. The artillery trained their pieces and we stood ready to receive them. After standing a couple of hours and no energy,y appearing, we were allowed to lay down on our arms and hold ourselves in readiness for an attack at any moment.

At 3 o’clock this morning we were again called in line of battle and stood a couple of hours. No enemy appearing, the line was dismissed, but no man is allowed to take off his equipments. This morning Hen. Hooker too the other two brigades of this Division (Sickles & the Jersey Brigade) and went up on the other road a little ways from here. About seven o’clock we heard the roar of musketry which continued and was kept up steadily for over two hours when our folks drove them. Our loss is reported heavy. What it is, I don’t know, but the victory is ours. We may be into it before morning and we may not be into it for a week but keep a good heart. All will go well. I feel that I shall return to you safe and sound, but take Richmond we will and must. The rebels are desperate. They are in a starving condition. They have tried to break the lines of our army to get our provisions but as yet they have not succeeded. The next fight will be desperate as the way our Boys feel now, they will not show any quarter.

Give my best respects to all. No more at present. From your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Write same as usual. No letter yet from T. Corey.


Letter 40

Fair Oaks, Virginia
Sunday eve, June 8th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I write a few lines to you to let you know that I am well at present hoping this will find you and the family the same. Excuse this short letter as I have nothing to write about except what I wrote yesterday. The dead are about all buried now but the smell here is awful. We are all looking forward to the time when we shall enter Richmond as we believe that will end the war. Our Brigade are on picket today. Went on at 5 last night. Be relieved at 5 tonight. The more we learn of the fight, the greater our victory.

I send you a map of the battlefield. Also an account of the battle. The map is a very correct one. What is called abattis on the map is fallen timber—that is, trees cut down and left just as they fell. The place is mostly swamp.

Perhaps the map and account of the battle was taken from The Philadelphia Inquirer dated June 4, 1862. The column at left reads: “ON TO RICHMOND. McClellan’s Victory!!”

Best respects to all. No letter from Corey yet. One letter you wrote middle of last week I ain’t got yet. Got the one you wrote last Sunday though one of our mails got lost, I believe. No more. From your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore


Letter 41

Fair Oaks
Saturday eve, June 21st 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter tonight and was very glad to hear that you and the children and Mother were all well. And I hope this will find you all enjoying good health.

The times are very exciting here just at present. The 16th Massachusetts was added to our Brigade the first of the week. They had been to Fortress Monroe ever since they have been in the service and had never seen a fight but they were not long here before they had a chance to try their hand for on Wednesday afternoon lat, the General wanted a reconnoissance made in the woods in front of our pickets so the 16th wanted to try their hand. They advanced into the woods but a little way before the rebel pickets opened on them. They drove the pickets in but not knowing when to stop, got themselves into a trap by rushing right into a rebel rifle pit where the rebels were too strong for them and so they had to fall back. Their loss was 16 killed, 15 wounded, and 28 missing. The loss of the rebels is unknown. The reason the 16th lost so many was because they advance too rash without feeling their way as a more experienced regiment would have done. But they fought well. the rebel loss, although unknown, is large. At the same time this was going on, the rebels advanced a brigade on the right of the 16th to flank them but run afoul of Richardson’s Division who opened a battery on them and mowed them down awfully when they retired.

Today has been an eventful one. This morning I was detailed to work on a new fort that we are building. The rebels threw a few shell at us but hurt nobody. About two o’clock they advanced and drove our pickets in. A few shots exchanged on both sides. Nobody hurt on our side. At 4 o’clock we were relieved and marched up to camp but had hardly got our equipments off when we were startled by volleys of musketry. Our regiment immediately formed and went back double quick when we found that the enemy had advanced in force, drove in our pickets, and made a charge at the new battery to take it (they give an awful yell). But it was no use. They received such a volley of grape, canister, and musket bullets that they went back astonished—that is, what there was left of them. As yet I do not know what their loss is but it is heavy. We here on the field don’t know the exact number until we see it in the paper. Hark! another volley of musketry. It is nothing but pickets firing. Got our equipments all on ready. The great battle may commence in the morning. The longer it is delayed, the stronger we get. But the sooner it commences, the sooner it will be over.

I am glad you got the 5 dollars. I got the 4 stamps and the papers and your Sunday letter yesterday. Give my best respects to all. I know all the fellows in Co. B. Your husband, — W. J. D.

8 o’clock Sunday morning, June 22

Just arrived fro the field where we have been in line of battle since 3 o’clock this morning. In fact, we have had no sleep all night as secesh made half a dozen attempts to break our lines in the night but got drove back with great slaughter according to one of their wounded we brought in. This morning three regiments started to take our fort that [I] was to work on yesterday. They was going to hold it all night and the rest of their force was going to pitch in and give us fits. Their prisoners that we took say that they have got to starve or else break through our lines. One of their fellows that was taken yesterday, when he got into our lines, he was almost starved. He ate 13 hard crackers and about two pounds of salt meat. He said that they was going to attack us last night or today and if they could not break our lines, they would have to lay down their arms as they were starving. But they did not succeed. The woods is full of their dead and wounded that was piled up by our grape shot and canister at musket range which broke their lines all to pieces and they refused to advance under such a fire.

I will have to bring this to a close but will write tomorrow again should anything turn up. We may be in Richmond before tomorrow night. Best respects to all. Your husband — W. J. D.

Excuse all mistakes as I have to write double quick time.


Letter 42

[Editor’s Note: The following account gives Dinsmore’s perspective on the Battle of Oak Grove, which is also referred to as the Battle of French’s Field or King’s School House. This battle occurred on June 25, 1862, and marked the initial engagement of the Seven Days Battles. Uniquely, it was the sole battle in this series to be initiated by McClellan, who aimed to reposition his siege artillery closer to Richmond. Two divisions of the 3rd Corps, under the command of Hooker and Kearny, were chosen for the offensive. They confronted Huger’s Confederate Division, which was forced to retreat through a thick forest traversed by the headwaters of the White Oak Swamp. Ultimately, the Union’s assault faltered, and the onset of darkness brought an end to the confrontation. The Union forces advanced merely 600 yards, incurring over a thousand casualties on both sides.]

Fair Oaks
Thursday, June 26th, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I [take] this opportunity of letting you know that I am alive and well although we had a hard fight yesterday. In the morning we received orders to pack our knapsacks and leave them in our tents but to be ready to march in light marching order at half past 7 with one day’s cooked provisions in our haversacks and our canteens full of water. At the time appointed, the regiment was formed in line when we proceeded to the fort which is in front of our camp. There we found the rest of the Brigade [Grover’s].

We then proceeded to the edge of the woods where the New Jersey Brigade was on picket. They drew in their pickets and we were ordered to advance through the woods in line of battle which we did, the water being up to our middle all the way through the woods. We had not gone in far before the enemy’s pickets opened on us and retreated before us. We followed them up as fast as the nature of the ground would admit, our regiment in front, and the rest of the Brigade behind us to support us in case of need.

When we got well underway, the word was that the rebels was trying to flank us on our right flank. The 2nd New Hampshire was immediately ordered to our right to protect us which they done in good style, pouring in volley after volley into the enemy which caused them to fall back to an open field across which we drove them with great slaughter, pouring the volleys into them as they run across the field. We did not pursue any further, having orders not to go across the field. The loss of the enemy is large. We also suffered some—mostly wounded. Our captain [Sumner Carruth] was the only one in our company that got hit. He is wounded very severely in the left arm. He may have to lose his arm but I hope not. He left here today for the White House [on the Pamunky River] with the wounded of the other companies. I don’t exactly know our loss in our regiment but it is about 4 killed and sixty wounded—some severely. Three captains and three lieutenants [were] wounded.

We still hold the position gained yesterday which brings us a mile nearer Richmond. Our regiment was relieved last night and send back to the fort and this morning were sent up to camp to rest but we may have to go in tomorrow again. Our regiment is very small now. Mayor Fay would have been here today but when he got to the White House, he met the captain wounded so he did not come any farther. But we expect to see him tomorrow.

You say Charlotte [Corey] took my pictures. She had a good deal of cheek [impudence]. I wonder what she wanted of them. If she ever does so again, order her out of the house and tell her not to come back again. If you buy a stove, get a new one because you will get cheated in a second hand one and get Merrill to sell the old one for you. Write soon. Boss, Norris and Mears [of Co. I] are well. Your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

A map of the Battle of Oak Grove showing the attack made through the headwaters of the White Oak Swamp by Grover’s Brigade which included the 1st Massachusetts Infantry. Dismore’s letter informs us that the men had to wade through the swamp water, “being up to our middle all the way through the woods.”

Letter 43

Camp near City Point, Virginia
Saturday, July 5th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing to let you know that I am alive and safe although I am not very well. But I will take good care of myself until I get better.

We have had hard fighting for the last week. The loss on both sides is large. The full loss will never be known. All I can tell you about it is that our company are all safe with the exception of three who were slightly wounded—[John R.] Cudworth in chin, [George H.] Green in side of the face, and [Thomas] Thombs in the arm—all buckshot wounds.

I was not in the fight, being sick at the time, so I with a lot of other sick were sent to the hospital at Savage Station last Saturday morning to be sent to the White House on the cars, but when we got to the station, we found the enemy were between us and White House so we could not go that way.

About 12 o’clock that night we had the choice of starting for James River or being taken prisoner. I with some others started and finally reached the landing on the river. We left about 2,000 wounded at the station which fell into the enemy’s hands. But you will know more about it than I do as we don’t know anything until we see it in the papers. All we know is who is hurt in our own company.

I left Dan Mears at the hospital [at Savage Station]. He is in Richmond now as he would not leave. He said he would rather be taken prisoner than march. Our regiment is very small now, being about all used up. We will not have to fight any more for a while now as there is a lot of fresh troops arrived. They are going to give us a chance to rest which we need. Don’t feel anxious about me as I will take good care of myself. I will be better in the course of a week as we are camped on high ground now. Laying in the swamp was what made me sick.

Give my respects to everybody. I see Mayor Fay yesterday. I will write more next time. I got a letter today. Hoping this will find you all in good health, I remain your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Direct same as before.


Letter 44

Camp near James River, Virginia
Friday, July 11th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing a few lines to you hoping to find you and Mother and the children all in good health.

We [are] encamped on good high ground and about three miles from the [James] River. It is a very pleasant spot for a camp—that is, provided we did not have much to do. But there is work to be done. We are building a large fort, or series of earthworks. Gangs of men are to work on them night and day.

Of the late battle, I suppose you have got the full account in the papers before this time and all we know is just what we see in the papers as a private soldier is not supposed to know anything—only what the officers tell him. I have been expecting a letter from you for the last 4 or 5 days but have not got one yet although the mail comes regular every day. The last letter I got was wrote Sunday before last, June 29th, and I think you must of wrote since. If you have not, write as soon as you get this and let me know how you are.

The weather for the last week has been pleasant but rather warm up to last night when it commenced to rain. It is now raining pretty hard with the prospect of continuing all day.

According to the new call for troops, Chelsea has got to send 217 more soldiers. Some of the folks that don’t want to come will have to as they will be drafted. Perhaps Bill Small will have to come but I think this thing will be settled now before a great while and that without much more fighting as I think the European powers will step in and settle it so as to stop the shedding of any more blood as the whole country is not worth half of what it has cost already. I don’t know as I have anything more to write at present—only that I am getting smart again [and] will be all right in a day or two more.

We have only one year and ten months longer to serve—that is, if we serve our full term out (which I think is doubtful). That don’t sound so long as three years but it is long enough. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. No more from your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore

P. S. The first time you are in Boston and have a half a dollar to spare, you can go to 123 Washington Street and buy a picture of the taking of a rebel redoubt at Yorktown by Companies A, H, and I of the Mass. 1st. They have two kinds—one for a half [dollar] and the other a dollar and a half. But the 50 cents one is as good as any. It is a very true picture [and] was drawn by a man what travels with the regiment. — W. J. D.

“Charge of the First Massachusetts Regiment on a Rebel Rifle Pit near Yorktown—Sketched by Mr. W. Homer” The artist was Winslow Homer (1836-1910) who sketched for Harper’s Weekly during the Civil War.

I hope you have got the allotment money before this as we will be paid again in a wee or two. — W. J. D.

When you write again, direct to W. J. Dinsmore, Co. H, 1st Mass, foot Vol., Washington D. C. (Don’t put the captain’s name on.)


Letter 45

Near James River
5 o’clock Sunday morning, July 13, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

Dinsmore makes no comment about this clipping enclosed in his letter which is about the 69th New York State Militia, an Irish Regiment.

I write these few lines to you hoping to find you and Mother and the children all in good health. We have been in this camp one week and are likely to stay here for some length of time yet without we get drove out by the enemy which I think will not be done in a hurry. We are building a line of earthworks here that will be about 5 miles long, built of logs and earth with cannon planted the whole length about twenty feet apart. When it is finished, it will be a place that cannot be taken—that is, if we have any soldiers here to defend it. Reinforcements continue to arrive every day and they are needed as the old regiments are all nearly played out. We cannot muster 200 men that are fit for duty. We have lost a good many killed and wounded this summer. In the first place at Yorktown we lost 16 killed and wounded, Williamsburg 67 killed and wounded, at Fair Oaks, June 25th 69 killed and wounded, and in the last fight about 70 killed and wounded and missing, which would make about 222 out of this regiment this summer which is a good deal for one regiment to lose. But we have been into everything where there was a chance to lose anybody. But our company has been lucky since the Yorktown Redoubt as he captain is the only one who is wounded badly.

I have not received a letter from you yet. The mail arrives every night. Every man in the company except me has had a letter but I suppose I will get a letter one of these days. I am getting smart again [and will] be all right in day or two. I am taking good care of myself because I think everything will be settled yet before fall, notwithstanding we are further from Richmond now than we was three weeks ago.

We are encamped at the edge of a large pond [Rawlin’s Mill Pond] about one mile long and half mile wide—a first rate chance to wash and bathe, about the best we have had since we have been in the service.

Hooker’s Headquarters are shown on this map at upper left, surrounded by a line of works made of earth and logs. Rawlings Mill Pond is shown at top center.

Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. Write soon as you get this and let me know if you have written to me lately. This is the 3rd letter I have wrote to you since the 4th of July and I hope you got them all. If you did not, why somebody else must take them out of the office for you and if that is the case, you had better tell the postmaster not to give your letters to anybody but yourself. Have you heard from [ ] or Jim lately? No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

Has anybody heard from Dan Mears 1 since the fight—that is, heard whether he is dead or a prisoner? — W. J. Dinsmore

1 Daniel P. Mears, a 21 year-old paperhanger from Chelsea when he enlisted in Co. I, 1st Mass. Volunteers, was taken prisoner at Savage Station and died on July 18, 1862 at Richmond, Virginia.


Letter 46

Harrison Farm near James River
Monday morn. 6 o’clock, July 21st 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter last night and was as usual very glad to hear from you and to know that you were all well.

Helen Louis Gilson

Things remain here in camp about the same as when I wrote before except that the Mayor of Chelsea [Frank B. Fay] is in camp. Also a young lady from Chelsea known as Ellen [Helen] Gilson. 1 She is taking care of the sick in the hospital. She is liked by the sick as they get more attendance now than they used to. I am not in the hospital myself. I am with the company. I am first rate again although I have not done any duty yet nor I don’t calculate to do any as long as they will let me off. What you say in your letter about the dead is about true as tey are mostly buried on top of the ground just where they fell—a few shovelfuls of earth taken from along side and throwed on top of them. And then there is hundreds that are not buried at all nor never will be. But they are not near where we are. The scouts say that about seven miles from here the stench is so strong that you cannot travel along the roads.

We have a first rate chance to bathe here. Also plenty of good spring water to drink. In fact, we have a first rate camp. I have plenty of clothes, all I want. As for the regiment having to fight again, that all depends on circumstances. You say you would be out here if it was not for the children. Now [wouldn’t] you would look well coming out here among a lot of soldiers sleeping in a tent with 20 men, no houses within four miles of a camp, Even think of such a thing!

The fellows that were taken prisoners at the [Savage Station] hospital where I left Dan Mears have all been paroled. They are aboard of a steamboat down to the landing. I do not know whether he is with them or not. There is all kinds of rumors in camp about this regiment going home but I don’t believe any of them. [John M.] Mandeville is going to be a lieutenant in one of the new regiments. There is going to [be] a man appointed from each company in our regiment to a lieutenant in one of the new regiments and Mandeville is entitled to it from our company and has been recommended by the Colonel.

Give my best respects to everybody hoping this will find you and Mother and the children all in good health. I remain your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

The last stamp I have goes on this letter.

1 Helen Louise Gilson (1835-1868) of Chelsea, Massachusetts, was orphaned when her father died in 1849 and her mother in 1851. She found employment as a teacher and governess in Chelsea until the Civil War when she sought to volunteer as a nurse with Dorothea Dix but, at age 26, was thought to young for such duty. Through her employment by, and with the assistance of. Chelsea Mayor Frank B. Fay, she secured a position on one of the hospital boats and we learn from Dinsmore’s letter that she first served as a nurse at Harrison’s Landing in July 1862. Her fame spread more widely after she attended to the wounded at the Battle of Antietam in September 1862. Some of Helen’s letters were transcribed & published on Spared & Shared in June 2024; See—1862-64: Helen Louise Gilson to Mary Ann (Gilson) Holmes.


Letter 47

Camp of 1st Mass. Volunteers
Harrison Farm
Friday morning, July 25th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I received your letter last night and was very glad to hear from you and to know that you and the family are well. I am quite smart again although I have not done any duty yet.

We are still in the same position that we were when we first got here although our pickets are advanced a considerable distance from the camp. But the rebels do not seem to have any disposition to trouble us in this position as we are well fortified with earth works and the gunboats protect us on each flank. But then we may have a fight at any moment there is no telling what the rebel plans are although I do not think they will trust their army so far away from Richmond as they are afraid if they come down this way to attack us, it will leave the back door of Richmond open for Gen. Pope to march into.

The health of the army is improving as we are encamped on good, high ground, Mayor Fry and Miss Gilson are still with us and doing more good than all the doctors in Division because the sick get the delicacies that are intended for them now that there is somebody to look after it. Before [they came], the waiters round the hospital and hospital attendants used to eat it all up and the sick go without.

I receive your letters regular. Also all the newspapers. Never missed a paper yet. You say you are going to send me a shirt in the box. I wish you had not thought of such a thing as I have as many as I can carry now and I had to throw two away on the march because I could not carry them. I have three good ones left yet. That picture that you asked me about, I have seen also [although] the real sight did not look quite so on the field as it does on paper. There is a good deal of talk about this regiment going to Boston to recruit but I don’t believe it. I hope it is so. I wish I was out of it because I would like to see you and the children very much. If I ever get a chance to get my discharge, you may bet I will take it.

I see a list of names today that have signed in Chelsea to come out. There was 38 of them. I think about 5 out of the lot will come. I also heard that Ivory Wells had enlisted but his name was not on the list. Boss, Johnson, and all the rest you know are well. Give my best respects to all. Write soon and often. No more at present. From yor husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

P. S. I received the four stamps in the letter. Just what I wanted. — W. J. D.


Letter 48

Camp 1st Massachusetts Vols.
Harrison Farm
Friday morning, August 1, 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I write a few lines in answer to your letter which I received last night. I am glad to hear that you and Mother and the children are all well. I am in pretty good health at present.

We still remain the same as usual excepting that last night the rebels fetched two batteries down on the opposite side of the river and about one o’clock in the night opemed on our steamers and transports laying at the landing. Our batteries on this side of the river immediately responded but how long they kept it up or what the damage is, I don’t know as I feel asleep after listening to the whistle of the shot and bursting shell for about half an hour. Our battery has very heavy guns but then they don’t make noise enough now to keep any of us awake. The first shot generally wakes us up but we roll over and go to sleep again without we are wanted. In that case, the bugle blows [and] every man takes his musket, falls into line, and not aword is spoken. But we have had none of that to do since we have been here.

The view of Edmund Ruffin’s Plantation on the opposite side of the James River from Westover. As stated in Dinsmore’s letter, Rebel batteries opened fire from several batteries across the river, including Coggins Point, the Cole House and directly across the river, at Berkeley Landing. The attack killed 10 Union soldiers, several contraband slaves and 13 horses before the gunboats returned fire and scattered the rebels. The following evening on August 1, 1862, 1,800 troops went across the James River on steamers and set fire to the Cole House. The conflagration spread across 20 acres, illuminating the river for miles and turning the gunboat riggings into a “fine sight” that gleamed in the dark night. A band serenaded the headquarters, and whiskey punch flowed freely. Edmund Ruffin had been the most ardent of all secessionists, so to watch his plantation burn brought some small satisfaction to the thousands of troops cornered at Harrison’s Landing. [Drawing by Robert Knox Sneden who served in Heintzelman’s 3rd Corps.]

The Chelsea box has not arrived yet. Nor has other boxes that started before it did. They all get as far as Fort Monroe. There they stay until everything in them is spoiled (I have seen the contents of a good many boxes thrown away) for what does the Express Company care. They get their pay beforehand. They don’t care whether the stuff spoils or not. It is all the same to them. It is a very foolish thing for folks to send boxes by the Express because it is so much money thrown away and nobody but the Express Company gets any benefit of it.

I received the papers last night. Henry Johnson’s foot is getting along nicely. I don’t know as I have much more to write at present. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. We have not been paid yet but expect the paymaster here every day. There is cheering among all the troops round here this morning. What is it for? I don’t know. No more at present. From your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore


Letter 49

Camp 1st Massachusetts Vol.
Monday, August 4th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I write these few lines to you hoping this will find you all in good health as this leaves me at present. I received your letter last night and was very glad to hear from you and know that you were all well.

We still remain in the same place but how [long] we shall remain so is uncertain. On Saturday evening we received orders to be ready to march at sundown in light marching order with one day’s provisions in haversack. At sundown [we] formed a line and rested until dark when we took up our line of march and found the rest of the Division under marching orders. Nobody knew where we were going. But we started, preceded by a regiment of cavalry, and after marching six or eight miles, the order was [to] halt, about face [and] march home again. It appears that a large force of rebels had been occupying Malvern Hill about 8 miles from here, and our folks calculated to march in the night, surprise and capture them, but they must of found out we were coming for when we got there, the rebels had gone so we had to come back without any prisoners. But better luck next time. We are in our usual place—the advance.

that box has not yet arrived. the eatables will be in good condition i think when it arrives if it ever does come. We have not been paid yet but expect to every day. When it comes, you will get the 20 at the City Hall and when you get it, I wish you would let me know so that I will learn whether you get it or not. You never told me whether you got the last or not. That is nearly two months ago. I am sorry that Father worries so about me as it will not do any good to fret. Tell him I will come out all right and when I get home, I will come down and see him. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. Hoping this will find you and mother and the children all in good health, I remain your affectionate husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore


Letter 50

Camp 1st Mass. Vols.
Saturday night, August 9th [1862]

Dear Lizzy,

I have just received your letter and I was very glad to hear from you. The reason that I writethis letter tonight is on account of my money that I sent you by allotment. Yousay that you received the 15th of May the 20 dollars and that is all except the 5 dollars I sent you in a letter the 16th of June. At the same time I sent that that 5 dollars, I also sent you 20 dollars by allotment which you ought to get at the City Hall and if you have not got it, go right up and get it. Tell them you want the 20 dollars that I allotted on the 9th of June—the day we got paid off. If they are going to cheat soldiers out of their money that way, I for one will not be a soldier much longer. Give the folks to the City Hall a blowing up. I wish I had known it before Mayor Fay went home. If he would not of catched it then, I don’t know myself. I want you to write just as soon as you get this and go to the City Hall—that is, if you do not go before this reaches you. And if you have any trouble about it, I will write to the Mayor myself.

I received a letter from Corey tonight which I will answer soon. From your husband, — W. J. Dinsmore


Letter 51

Camp 1st Mass. Vols.
Harrison Farm
Tuesday, August 12th 1862

Dear Lizzy,

I take this opportunity of writing a few lines to you hoping to find you all in good health as this leaves me at present.

We are still in the same camp yet but how long we shall stay is uncertain as we are under marching orders. All our knapsacks went aboard of transports yesterday. Whether we are going the same way or are going to foot it, I don’t know. We were going to leave at 2 o’clock yesterday but the order was countermanded. We may leave today and we may not leave for a week. But if you do not receive a letter from me for sometime, don’t get uneasy as I will write as soon as we arrive at our destination. You need not write any more until I write to you again as it will be uncertain whether we will get any mail or not for two or three weeks.

If you have not sent them pictures, don’t send them until you hear from me again. I expect we are going to Fort Monroe or Washington and I hope so. But wherever we go, I will take good care of myself. I have not much to write—only I hope you have got that 20 dollars that you had ought to have got when I sent you the five. It was sent to the City Hall for you at the same time.

Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. We have not been paid yet since the 9th of June. Then the paymaster was late so the last of this month they will owe me 4 months pay [or] 42 dollars. But they only pay us two months at a time. I went to see Hinkley’s folks the other day but their regiment was gone off somewhere so I did not see them. They were encamped right close to us. I may see them soon. When I see them, I will write about it and let you know—if I know them. No more at present. From your husband, — Wm. J. Dinsmore

I hope we will get somewhere soon as it will be lonesome without getting any letters. J. Mandeville has been appointed Lieutenant of our company. — W. J. D.


Dinsmore probably enclosed this slip of a paper into an envelope to provide Lizzy his address.

“The ground for a bed and the sky for a tent.”

The 1862 Diary of James Hamilton Mills, 11th Pennsylvania Reserves

James Hamilton Mills just before the Civil War

The following account of the Peninsula Campaign and Battle of Fredericksburg comes from the 1862 diary of James Hamilton Mills (1837-1904) who was a native of new Lisbon, Ohio. He was working in “mercantile and mechanical pursuits” until the Civil War when he enlisted as a private on 27 April 1861 in Co. G (“The Independent Blues”), 11th Pennsylvania Reserves (40th Pennsylvania Infantry). With his regiment he participated in twenty seven general engagements of the Army of the Potomac, and for “gallant conduct on the field” he was promoted to corporal, first sergeant, first lieutenant and captain and for “heroic conduct in the Battle of the Wilderness and Bethesda Church” he was commissioned brevet-major and brevet-lieutenant colonel. He was mustered out of service at Pittsburg on June 13, 1864.

See also—“Two canteens of old rye for the boys!”—Excerpt from the 1863 Diary of James Hamilton Mills, 11th Pennsylvania Reserves.

Mills’ 1862 diary is among several diaries of his that are housed at the Montana State Library. It has been digitized recently but apparently never before transcribed and published. I have not shown the images of the diary pages since these can be viewed on line at James H. Mills diary, 1862.

The 1862 Diary of James H. Mills, Co. G, 40th Pennsylvania Infantry

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

Thursday, April 10, 1862—Weather bright and pleasant today. Went to Alexandria, tramped around town nearly all day. The 1st Brigade left on the cars yesterday and today for Manassas.

Friday 11—Was up at 3 a.m. [with] orders to march overland to Manassas. Passed through Fairfax Court House and camped within 3 miles of Centreville. Weather pleasant and men somewhat fatigued.

Saturday 12—Broke up camp at6 a.m. and reached Manassas at 2.30 p.m. Entrenchments at Centreville numerous but not formidable. Manassas a humbug. McClellan could have taken it in 3 hours.

Sunday, April 13, 1862—Up early in the morning and off to the battle field five miles. There is no advantage of ground—it being a beautiful undulating country full of woods. Many of the corpses were lying out exposed to the sun.

Monday 14—Moved camp to a fine location about 200 yards distant, fitted up our little quarters right comfortably and are making preparations to stay comfortable if we stay at all. Weather hot.

Tuesday 15—On picket about a mile and a half south of camp. Very rainy in the morning but got fair and warm by noon. [ ] Armstrong makes the company to [illegible].

Wednesday, April 16, 1862—Got into camp at 9 a.m. fatigued and sleepy, Gen. Meade had the audacity to order us out on Brigade Drill. I was excused and I wrote to Lizzie. Weather getting the Spring fever.

Thursday 17—1st Brigade marched to Bristow. Election for Major. Candidates Porter and Johns. Johns majority 124. Dress Parade at 6 p.m. Orders at 10 to be ready to leave at 4 a.m.

Friday 18—Left camp at 6.30 a.m. and marching on the A&O [Orange & Alexandria] Railroad tracks, reached Catlett’s Station about 2 p.m. Camped in a large meadow. Wood distant, Water scarce and bad.

Saturday, April 19, 1862—Weather unpleasant. Rainy and cold. Had turkey for dinner which I had roasted at a neighboring farmhouse. Regiment was paid today for January & February.

Sunday 20—Weather very bad. Laid in bed nearly all day. Expressed $40 to Jo Cline. Wrote to L. Townsen and Lizzie.

Monday 21—[Still at Catlett’s Station] Weather still outrageously bad. Went to Dr. Edmonds and had a warm berth at the fireside. The Dr. and Lady are evidently full blood secesh.

Tuesday, April 22, 1862—Stayed at the Dr’s over night and returned to camp in the morning. Went on guard at the camp at 9 a.m. Had to keep guard all night. Day fair.

Wednesday 23—Another nice day. Boys engaged in cleaning up their guns and playing “penny poke” on the sunny side of the straw stack.

Thursday 24—Company detailed as guard at Catlett’s Station. A boy was killed a few feet from me by a locomotive. Commenced to rain in the evening. Slept in a car with lots of hay.

Friday, April 25, 1862—Very wet. Left camp and took up quarters at Mr. Stone’s. Had two good meals with the inevitable corn cake and bacon. Returned to camp in the evening.

Saturday 26—Detailed as Judge Advocate on Regimental Court Martial. Rather a troublesome position. The 1st Brigade marched in the direction of Fredericksburg at 1 o’clock.

Sunday 27—Mail carrier brought the 1st mail we have had for ten days. Wrote to Lizzie, Hanna and Cunningham’s. Also a letter to the “star of the evening.” Received letters from Lizzie, Hanna, G. S. M. , W. T. J., The first fair day we have had for a week.

Monday, April 28, 1862—Left camp at Catlett’s and marched about nine miles in the direction of Fredericksburg. The roads are very bad so far. We hitched our horse in a little wagon of the sutler’s and hauled all our baggage. Had a good sleep with the ground for a bed and the sky for a tent.

Tuesday 29—Struck tents at 5.30 a.m. and marched 23 miles by 3.30 p.m. Camped in a pine wood northeast of Falmouth, Stafford county, Va. Men stood it pretty well. Co. G has now 14 men on the sick list. Weather cool and pleasant.

Wednesday 30—Set in wet in the forenoon, Was mustered for pay in the afternoon. The country around Fredericksburg is beautiful. Peach trees in full bloom, apple blossoms bursting, and forest trees putting on their verdure.

MAY 1862

Thursday, May 1, 1862—Weather variable. Had a pass to visit Falmouth. Country in the vicinity rather picturesque. Undertook to be commissary for officers’ mess. Corp. Robert Hunter discharged for disability.

Friday 2—Took a ride on the pursuit of eatables and after returning, plunged into the second volume of The Count of Monte Christo—a fascinating work. Weather fair and pleasant.

Saturday 3—Felt rather dilatory and lay in my tent nearly all day reading. The mail for the 11th [Pa. Reserves] came in about 10 p.m. Lots of letters. Boys gay and happy. Had two from Lizzie. All right.

Sunday, May 4, 1862—Company detailed for patrol duty. Found it a very lazy business. 3rd Brigade arrived in the afternoon. The second pontoon bridge was laid to Fredericksburg today. News that Yorktown is being evacuated.

Monday 5—Court Martial met. Tried Joshua L. McCreary. Weather pleasant. News of the evacuation conformed. McClellan in full pursuit.

Tuesday 6—Court Martial adjourned until tomorrow. Weather still pleasant. Dr. Fulton left for Washington with the mail.

Wednesday, May 7, 1862—Court Martial met and tried the four remaining cases in Co. A. Evidence contradictory. Hot in daytime. Cool at night.

[May 8 through May 13, 1862—no entries]

Wednesday 14—Rained all day. Went on picket in the evening.

Thursday 15—Rained all day.

Friday, May 16, 1862—Weather fair. Received letters from Will & Lizzie Jackson. The camp getting more beautiful every day. The leaves are all out.

Saturday 17—Weather very warm. 2nd Brigade reviewed and inspected today by Gen. McCall. Expressed much satisfaction at the condition of the rms of Co. G.

Sunday 18—Pleasant. Wrote to Lizzie and sent to Philp and Solomons, Washington, for Artemus Ward’s book. Men ordered to each have two pair shoes & socks.

Monday, May 19, 1862—Reviewed and inspected by Gen. Van Rensselaer & staff. Co. G again complimented on its arms. Weather pleasant. Dress Parade every evening at 6.30 o’clock.

Tuesday 20—Detailed as officer of the guard. Capt. [Evans R.] Brady [of Co. I], Officer of the Day. Had orders to come down to the regiment and we did it. Commenced raining in the evening.

Wednesday 21—Cool and damp in the morning. Faired up at 9 a.m. Received a letter from Labana Townsen. McClellan is at White House [on Pamunkey River] ten miles from Richmond. Will we get there too?

Thursday, May 22, 1862—Very warm. Read “The Loves of Byron,” which is also warm. [Jacob] Colver, [Johnson] Brown, Samuel T. Stewart sent to City Hospital at Washington.

Friday 23—Took a ride this afternoon to Shield’s Division. Went to the railroad bridge, from there to Gen. McDowell’s Headquarters and saw King’s Division reviewed. Afterwards our own was reviewed. Letter from Lizzie & Ans.

Saturday 24—Nothing going on. Gen. Banks was attacked at Front Royal and defeated. Had to return our wedge tent to Quartermaster.

Sunday, May 25, 1862—Received Artemus Ward’s work and read it through. Dress Parade in the evening with leggings on. The regiment looks far better.

Monday 26—Received orders to move our camp on account of sickness. Struck tents and went to another camp but before pitching, got marching orders. Left at 1 p.m. and marched down opposite Fredericksburg and camped.

Tuesday 27—Are located in a very pleasant place near the railroad, half a mile from the river and Fredericksburg. Camp in an open field, dry and gravelly which I think will improve the sanitary condition of the regiment. Warm, warm. Some anxiety for the safety of Banks’ army.

Wednesday, May 28, 1862—Opposite Fredericksburg. Dress Parade & Company Drill.

Thursday 29—Colver, Brown, and Stewart sent to Washington hospital.

Friday 30—Very warm Took a run around the country. King’s Division left to join Shields. No troops here now but the Pennsylvania Reserve.

Saturday, May 31, 1862—Wet and disagreeable last night. Commenced boarding at the sutler’s at $3 per week. Received letters from R. Cunningham & Lizzie. Severe battle at Richmond.

JUNE 1862

Sunday, June 1—Very wet all day. Read “A Strange Story” by Sir E. Bulwer Lytton.

Monday 2—Weather pleasant all day. On camp guard today. 60 men on guard. Received word of the fight at Richmond on Saturday. Commenced reading Jack Hinton [the Guardsman].

Tuesday, June 3, 1862—Opposite Fredericksburg. Warm as usual. Camp off camp guard at 9 a.m. Severe storm of wind and rain at 4 p.m., immediately after we were detailed for picket duty three miles down the river road. Reached the place at dark.

Wednesday 5—Horrible. What a rain last night and all day incessantly. Not even a bush for shelter. Woke this morning with my head in a puddle of water. River very high, Took off all four of the bridges.

Thursday 5—Slept this morning until Guard Mounting. Air raw and occasional showers all day. Wrote to W. J. Jackson. Orders for no passes & roll call five times a day.

Friday, June 6, 1862—Letter from Lizzie. Weather rather disagreeable.

Saturday 7—Wet and disagreeable. A rumor is prevalent in camp that we are to be sent to McClellan at Richmond.

Sunday 8—Had orders to strike tents at 9 p.m. and be ready to march to the transport lying down the river. Slept on the ground all night. Weather fair. A heavy dew.

Monday, June 9, 1862—Left camp at noon and marched 6 miles down the river to the landing. The 1st Brigade & the 4th Regiment went on board today. Weather fair. Bivouacked for the night.

Tuesday 10—Woke up this morning to find it raining. The 3rd and 1st went on board in the forenoon. Nine companies of the 11th [Pennsylvania. Reserves], Gen. McCall’s staff and body guard, went on board the John [ ] at dark.

Wednesday 11—Weighed anchor at daylight and run down to Chesapeake Bay by dark. Anchored until 12 o’clock and then steamed round to the mouth of York River by daylight. Fair.

Thursday, June 12, 1862—Ran past Yorktown at 6 a.m. and arrived at White House on the Pamunky at 12 M, Encamped for the night one mile from the landing. 1st Brigade gone to Richmond.

Friday 13—Left White House at 9 a.m. and marched two miles past Dispatch Station. Guerrilla party came in our rear, chased back the baggage train, and did considerable damage.

Saturday 14—1st Brigade gone back in pursuit of the guerrillas. Gen. Meade and our baggage arrived safe. Had a visit from B. H. Scott of the 103rd. Weather oppressively hot.

Sunday, June 15, 1862—Wrote to Lizzie & Hanna. Very hot and sultry in the forenoon but a thunderstorm in the evening made overcoat comfortable.

Monday 16—Weather still cool from the storm. Formed in line to be reviewed by Gen. McClellan but he did not arrive.

Tuesday 17—Pleasant. Heavy firing in direction of Fort Darling. Formed again for review but disappointed. Grub scarce today. Orders to leave at 6 a.m.

Wednesday, June 18, 1862—Marched about 8 miles up the Chickahominy and encamped. Rebels in plain view across the bottom. Artillery firing continually. Wrote to G. S. Mills.

Thursday 19—Smith’s Division had a skirmish yesterday evening a short distance from our camp. Townsend and Elder from 62nd called to see us. Battalion on skirmish drill 3 p.m.

Friday 20—Rebels throw up two new batteries with heavy guns. They have been shelling our camp all day. I was detailed today with 25 men to report to Maj. Lyman for Provost Guard duty.

[No entries from June 21 through 26, 1862]

Thursday, June 26, 1862—No firing in the forenoon. Baggage all ordered to be sent to Gen. Headquarters. The rebels attacked our right in force.

Friday 27—Three regiments fought the rebels yesterday five hours and held them in check. Today the battle of Gaines’ Hill [Mill] fought.

Saturday 28—Commenced to fall back from our works in front of Richmond. Another fight today by Smith or Hooker. Whipped the rebels.

Sunday, June 29, 1862—Stampede in the morning among the teams. All the army moving towards City Point hastily but in good order. The 11th [Penn.] Regiment annihilated.

Monday 30—Porter’s Corps took the wrong road. The rebels attacked our rear. Guards repulsed with heavy loss. The Battle of Turtle Island fought. Our forces held their ground against overwhelming number. Gen’s McCall and Meade wounded. A.A.G. Biddle killed.

JULY 1862

Tuesday, July 1—At City Point Landing. A hard fight about 1.5 miles up the river. Gen. Magruder taken prisoner. The army steadily retreating toward Harrison’s Landing.

Wednesday 2—Set in very rainy during the night. The Reserve fell back last night toward Harrison’s Landing. The roads almost impassable. Enormous stores destroyed that could not be removed.

Thursday, July 3, 1862—Gen. Shields Division arrived yesterday. The rebels threw shells into our camp today but the whole party were taken prisoners. Our army is again on the advance.

Friday 4—The army is again in order. Our advance is back four miles. The troops are all in good spirits and will fight better than ever. The Penn. Reserve Corps only musters 3000 men. Our regiment 170 in all.

Saturday 5—The weather has been fair for the last day and the roads are getting in better order. Wrote to Lizzie…

Sunday, July 6, 1862 [At Westover on the James river]. Nothing of importance. The army is entrenched—a line almost ten miles long. Had a chase for Col. Harvey of the 7th Regt. Hot. Hotter. Hottest.

Monday 7—Received a letter from Lizzie M. Jackson, I believe the losses in killed and wounded on both sides during the late battles will reach 80,000 men.

Tuesday 8—Had a letter from H. S. R. Weather exceedingly hot and sultry. Sent a box of clothing to G. W. Hoffetot, Pittsburgh…

Wednesday, July 9, 1862—Relieved from duty with Provost Marshall and reported to Capt. Porter for duty. Tom Taylor started home with the Colonel, Lt. Colonel, and adjutants’ horses. Horse to Quartermaster.

Thursday 10—Very warm. A heavy shower in afternoon. Visited 103rd Regiment and also 25th. Thomas Cochran, 2nd Lt. Heard Lt. Col. Jackson was at home.

Friday 11—Nothing…

Saturday, July 12, 1862—Nothing important except a review by President Lincoln & Gen. McClellan. Very hot. This place is a perfect Tophet [Hell].

Sunday 13—On fatigue duty. Repairing corduroy bridge across the swamps. Worked in mud knee deep all day.

Monday 14—Moved camp about two miles down the river. Good camp. Sunk wells. Water tolerable. Received a letter from Dr. Kuhn in regard to Capt, Speer. Answered.

Tuesday, July 15, 1862—Went to Gen. McClellan’s Headquarters to procure a pass for Dr. Kuhn. Was placed in command of the fragments of Companies F, G, H, I & K. Wrote to J. P. Davis, Crestline. Terrific storm in the evening.

Wednesday 16—Issuing clothing to the men. Wrote to Lizzie. Had a strange dream last night. Received an order to remove camp and to permanent guard duty ay hospital camp. Another storm.

Thursday 17—Marched through the med to the old Harrison house [Berkeley Plantation] and commenced policing the ground preparatory to pitching camp. Had a letter from Lizzie.

Friday, July 18, 1862—Finished policing and having received new Sibley tents, we pitched them in three streets forming a splendid camp. Weather very warm.

Saturday 19—Nothing of special interest occurring. Men have to do duty every other day. Hard work to get men enough at that.

Sunday 20—Received in the evening a little crumpled note from Capt. [James P.] Speer. He went down on the Louisiana wounded in the shoulder and thigh [on June 27th]. Thank God he is safe.

Monday, July 21, 1862—Mistake yesterday. I got alongside the Flag of Truce boats and saw several of our company on parole wounded. They are on their way east in good spirits. Wrote to Will Jackson.

Tuesday 22—Sutler here has his tent up and selling tremendously. Maj. Ball paid Co. B today for four months. Weather very hot. Flies bite clear through our clothes. Commenced to board at sutler’s.

Wednesday 23—Paymaster paid Cos. A, C, and D for two months this afternoon. He is the slowest man in the world. The boys are cursing him all around. Had a good view from the signal station this evening.

Thursday, July 24, 1862—Nothing of particular interest occurring. There has been a review of troops by Division for several days in the rear of our camp, It is said reinforcements are arriving every night.

Friday 25—Paymaster paid off Cos. E, F. G, H, I, and K this afternoon for two months. Payrolls have to be made over again for May and June. Received a letter from & wrote to Hanna, S. R.

Saturday 26—Nothing of special importance. Commenced to make out payrolls for Cos. F, G, H. I. & K. Find it a very difficult job.

Sunday, July 27, 1862—Had letter from Lizzie. Thomas A. Cochran & James Chambers on a visit from Headquarters. Went with them in afternoon to 62nd Regt. Saw Tom Anderson & Joe Moorehead of Jefferson county. Capt. Townsend commanding Co. G Sergt.

Monday 28—Find I missed it in leaving yesterday. The paymaster says the rolls must be finished today or we will not get paid. Worked until 12 o’clock last night and finished them all this evening. Letter from G. S. Mills.

Tuesday 29—Paymaster Ball paid off the regiment today. Received for March, April, May and June $445.00. Went with Archie Stewart to the Morgan in the evening. The flies are dreadful, biting through one’s clothes and crazing the horses.

Wednesday, July 30, 1862—The rebs made a raid on one of our transports last night. Burned the schooner and made the captain prisoner. Also captured a number of cattle. Received letters from W. T. Jackson and Lizzie. Letter from Zimmerman.

Thursday 31—Sent to G. W. Hoffstot $300 by Adams Express. Our gunboats now concentrating at the picket line. The siege train is also in position on ythe bank of the river. Something is evidently expected. Probably an attack looked for.

AUGUST 1862

Friday, August 1—Sure enough, the rebs give us “hark” from the other side of the river at 2 o’clock last night. Our batteries and gunboats soon made them skedaddle. 20 Union men killed and wounded. Two regiments crossed this afternoon and burned the buildings along the rebel shore. Wrote to G. S. M. and Mrs. Boyles.

Saturday, August 2, 1862—Nothing important today. REceived a letter from Rev. Kuhn in regard to some boxes. On guard at hospital.

Sunday 3—Sent $5 to Editor of Philadelphia Enquirer for subscription to be sent to G. S. Mills…

Monday 4—[No entry].

Tuesday, August 5, 1862—Several transports passed up the river last night loaded with rebel prisoners. It is hoped now that our boys in Richmond will be exchanged. Burnside has gone to Gen. Pope’s army.

Wednesday 6—11th [Penn. Reserve] Regiment returned from Richmond 329 privates. No officers yet. Boys look hard on show. The shirts and drawers were distributed and were gladly received. The enemy were expected but did not come. Bought blouse for $10.

Thursday 7—On guard today. Regiment ordered back to division delayed on account of having no tents. Very warm. News of the extra 300,000 to be drasfted is regarded as a good thing by the soldiers of the army. Name sent in for recruiting officer.

Friday, August 8, 1862—This is by far the hottest day we have had this summer. 13 men died in the General Hospital, mainly from the excessive heat. Not gone to the division yet. Tried to sell “Bill” to A. S. or 3rd Regt.

Saturday 9—Requisition made and clothing drawn for returned prisoners. Muskets also drawn but the men manifest disposition not to take them. An important movement on the [ ].

Sunday 10—Regiment formed in line and an explanation made by Capt. Porter. Men took the arms, marched to the Division and back. Sold Bill to Asst. Surgeon Orr, 3rd Regt. P. R. C. for $90 at 90 days.

Monday, August 11, 1862—Appointed acting adjutant. Had orders and moved to the Division camp in the morning. Left one hundred men in camp for a hospital ward. At 3 p.m., turned wagons over to division quartermaster and marched down to the mail landing to go on board transports. Destination unknown.

Tuesday 12—Went on board a ferry and was taken out to the steamer Belvidere at 1 a.m. 3 a.m. under weigh. 10 a.m. off Fortress Monroe. 5 p.m. a thunder storm, rough sea and sick quarter master. The most beautiful sunset I ever saw. 11 p.m. anchored near mouth of the Potomac.

Wednesday 13—Anchored off Aquia Creek at 9 a.m. Was ferried ashore. In the afternoon, left Aquia for Fredericksburg on the cars at dark. Arrived at the station at 9 p.m. Regiment slept in the open field. Wrote to Will Jackson.

Thursday, August 14, 1862—Camped on the hill in Sibley tents lately occupied by Gen. Burnside’s troops. A very pleasant, healthy location. Plenty of camp pedlers. A prospect of getting home on recruiting service,

Friday 15—Nothing important transpiring today. The weather here is cool and much pleasanter than on the Peninsula. Received orders to go home recruiting.

Saturday 16—Lieut. Sloan undertook to get transportation and failed. We are all considerably bored at getting heat as they are all poking fun at us. We will make it yet, or break something.

Sunday, August 17, 1862—Very cold last night. Went to Gen. Burnside’s Headquarters and got transportation. Arrived at Aquia Creek at 1 p.m. and got to Washington at 8 p.m. Stopped at Mrs. Forbes. The officers of the 11th [Pa. REserves] Regiment are at Brown’s Hotel.

Monday 18—…Left Washington at 5 p.m. and arrived at Baltimore at 7… Reached Harrisburg at 5 a.m.

Tuesday 19—Had our business arranged with Capt. Dodge. Sloan goes home and I am detailed here at Camp Curtin. Thousands of troops are arriving and leaving Camp Curtin daily. Very dusty and disagreeable.

Wednesday, August 20, 1863—Was arrested by Provost Guard before I was out of bed. Provost Marshall apologized but I [ ]. Reported at Camp Curtin for duty. Assigned to most wretched quarters, alive with vermin and disgustingly filthy.

Thursday 21—We are not allowed to leave camp. But several Reserve Officers run the blockade and go to town on spite of Provost guards. Board at the May House. Good fare, Very warm and dusty.

Friday 22—Much surprised this morning to receive a visit from D. W. Hoffstot. He won’t enlist. Was in town all day. Had sergeant paid off. A fine rain in the evening. Recruiting officer is god fellow.

Saturday, August 23, 1862—…Last day of volunteering for new regiments.

Sunday 24—Stayed in camp nearly all day. Don’t know what to make of the new captain. Got up a petition to Gov. Curtin which we will put through if pressure is not taken off.

Monday 25—All tight, Captain ain’t so bad as we thought—only afraid of Capt. Dodge. Slept at May House last night. Much better than camp.

Tuesday, August 26, 1862—Roads getting very dusty again. Nothing of special import today. There is fighting going on along the Rappahannock.

Wednesday 27—Sick today. Was detailed for duty. Not excused….

Thursday 28—Went down town and from there in the evening over to Independence Island to the picnic…

Friday, August 29, 1862—Feel pretty well played out today. So used for a spree. A heavy fight reported at Bull Run or Groveton. Wrote to Col. Jacksonm sent by Capt. R___.

Saturday 30—Left Harrisburg with Capt. Sands adn Lt. Cochran with 100 men to report at Ft. Ellsworth, Alexandria. Stopped over night at Baltimore. Went to Continental House O. K. Slept at Soldier’s Rest. Dry.

Sunday 31—Left Baltimore at 9 and arrived at Washington at 10, then to Alexandria by boat and on to Fort Ellsworth where we delivered the recruits. Came back to Washington and Lt. Cochran and I went over to Cunningham’s.

[No entries between 1 September through 6 December 1862]

DECEMBER 1862

Sunday, December 7, 1862—Arrived at regiment quartered at Brooks Station, Fredericksburg and Aquia Creek Railroad. Very cold. Wrote to Lizzie & N___. Slept in Col. Jackson’s tent. Received a letter from Hattie, Lizzie, Hanna, R. G. A.

Monday 8—Started at daylight and marched across the country about 8 miles and camped in a cedar thicket. Passed a couple of huts containing the most destitute, miserable looking creatures I have ever witnessed.

Tuesday, December 9, 1862—Laid in camp all day. There is snow on the ground and the nights are cold. Wrote to Adjt. Powell and Hanna. Rumor of a move soon. I think we will cross the river.

Wednesday 10—Orders to leave tonight at 11.30 o’clock. Three days grub, 60 rounds cartridges. Wrote to Hattie McIntryre. Weather fair and moderating slightly.

Thursday 11—Started at 12 midnight and reached the landing at 4 a.m. Our Brigade is guarding the pontoon corps who are laying two bridges a mile below Fredericksburg. The town is being burned down. Very heavy cannonading. Franklin’s Corps commenced crossing at sunset. No resistance but a little skirmishing.

Fredericksburg, night of the 11th, by Alfred R. Waud. Library of Congress.

Friday, December 12, 1862—Crossed the river before noon and bivouacked in an open field near stone house. No fighting of any consequence today. Large numbers of troops are crossing over. Weather fair. Cold at night.

Saturday 13—Were ordered to prepare for immediate action at 6 a.m. and taken to the left. Supported batteries until 2 p.m. Then ordered forward. Advanced half a mile. Drove the rebs and were driven. Regiment suffered terribly at the railroad.

Sunday 14—The Division is laying in reserve today, being badly used up on yesterday. Co. G lost 20 men out of 25 in action and the regiment lost 212 out of 390 in action. Weather pleasant. No fighting today.

After the 11th Regiment was pushed down the ridge, Lt. Daniel Coder (11th Pa. Reserves, Co. E) wrote, “Never did I look back for support with more anxiety than on that fatal day; for on seeing a single line advance I had anticipated the result. We lost color bearer after color bearer, I know not how many. I picked up the colors at three different times myself. The flag staff was shot off and the flag perforated in nineteen different places by rebel bullets.” One of the flag bearers was Pvt. James Fritz of Co. E. Capt. Daniel S. Porter (11th Pa. Reserves, Co. B) made a similar comment. “Our division charged in the face of rebel batteries and rifle pits, drove the enemy from them and gained the hill; but no support came to our assistance, and we were driven back.” He later added, “The boys fought like heroes. They were too brave. I have little heart left, brave comrades have fallen without gain. We were butchered like so many animals.” Just above the railroad track, Pvt. James H. Trimble was shot in the chest and killed. Captain Porter wrote to Trimble’s father, “The saddest part of my task as Captain was to see my brave boys fall and next to it was to convey the sad intelligence to bereaved friends.” [Source: Shock Troops for the Union: The Pennsylvania Reserves at the Battle of Fredericksburg, by Bill Weidner (2023)

Monday, December 15, 1862—No fighting of consequence today. Brilliant Northern Light last night. A Flag of Truce was granted for one hour to bury our dead. No more of the company found.

Northern Lights dance over the battlefield at Fredericksburg on 14-15 December 1862

Tuesday 16—The entire army was withdrawn across the river quietly last night. The night was rainy and favorable. Rebs made their appearance in the morning. Camped on the hill.

Wednesday 17—Lay all day in camp. Whiskey rations were issued last night and the Division was gloriously drunk. Capt. [James P.] Speer left for Washington. Cold.

Thursday, December 18, 1862—Col. Jackson and I visited the hospitals of our Division. Nearly all gone to Washington. On returning found the Division had left. Followed up and camped about two miles from White Oak Church.

Friday 19—Marched to within two miles of Belle Plain in the afternoon and camped. Very cold. Col. Anderson got a few blessings for running us through brush and over the hills uselessly.

Saturday 20—Moved about a hundred yards and camped in what is probably winter quarters. Good location. Brigade inspection. Went on picket in the evening.

Sunday, December 21, 1862—Rather pleasant for the time of year. Only three companies on post. The rest on reserve. Was relieved at sundown. This is my 25th Birthday.

Monday 22—Weather moderate. Boys all busy putting up winter quarters. Received a note from Hanna and one from Lizzie.

Tuesday 23—Weather very fine for the season. More like spring than winter. Getting along very well except that we get very poor fare from McCandless & Co.

Wednesday, December 24, 1862—Had A. K. Vantine appointed sergeant from December 1st. Took a tramp over the hills to Cockpit Point Landing. Fine view. Get no letters or papers. Very lonesome.

Thursday 25—Christmas. Oh, how dry. But I am well today and last Christmas I was [sick and] at the point of death [at Camp Pierpont, Virginia]. Am I thankful enough for the blessing? I fear not…

1862: David Williams Cheever to Anna C. (Nichols) Cheever

Dr. Cheever performing surgery in 1880

The following letters were written in 1862 by 31 year-old Dr. David Williams Cheever (1831-1915), a graduate of the Harvard Medical School where he later taught [see biographical sketch]. Cheever wrote the letters while serving as a surgeon at the Judiciary Square Hospital in Washington D. C. during the summer of 1862. This hospital was sometimes called the “Washington Infirmary.” It consisted of “commodious frame buildings” erected on the square after the burning of the first infirmary in November 1861. The new buildings were opened in April 1862.

In his letters, Cheever mentions a colleague, Dr. Frank Brown—an 1861 graduate of the Harvard Medical School. Brown mentions Cheever in a 16 June 1862 letter I transcribed in 2014 (see 1862: Francis Henry Brown to Charles Francis Wyman) which reads as follows: “Yesterday while at dinner, we received orders for one or two surgeons from our hospitals to proceed immediately to a church near the station to take charge of a large number of wounded from [Gen’l James] Shield’s Division near Winchester. So Dr. [David Williams] Cheever and I hurried our two ambulances with nurses, boys, orderlies of all kinds, instruments, soup, coffee & brandy, & went full gallop for the place. We found on arrival by some negligence our orders had been delivered too late and we had to come back. The wounded had been carried to other hospitals.”

Though President Lincoln and his wife are frequently noted for their visits to various hospitals around Washington D.C. during the war, the specific account written by Cheever in his letter of 27 July 1862 is remarkable for its details on the President’s interactions with the soldiers and his impressions on both President and Mrs. Lincoln.

Dr. Cheever wrote these letters to his wife, Anna C. (Nichols) Cheever with whom he married in 1860.

Letter 1

Washington
June 7th 1862

Dear Annie,

Your letter of the 4th I was very glad to get. I will answer business questions first. Please open my letters & send any of consequence only. I should like to have you call on a few of my best patients, as Robinson, Tomey, Hughes, & perhaps Smith, and say I left in great haste, but shall be back before a great while, Tell the Tomey’s, Hughes, & Smith’s that I left my business with Dr. Hodges, No. 50, Chauncey Street. All things if you feel well enough.

Please say to Mother that I have written John to send her a check for $100 which she can pay to Simpson & we can settle the balance when I come home. If she wants to communicate with Simpson, he lives No. 15 Kirkland St. leading out of Pleasant Street. But she had better wait for him to call, perhaps. If you want anything, no doubt your parents will attend to you. Please tell Mother also that if the carpet people press for pay, I will tell John to send her money to pay that also.

I had a letter from John lately. He says they are well and are going to Rockaway on the 18th. He has bought a pony and wagon for his children to ride there. Charles Emerson has left college and joined the New York 7th Regiment which is in Baltimore. So the war takes us all.

On Wednesday p.m. we had an arrival of 225 wounded, all at once, from McClellan’s army, so we had plenty to do & I was busy all the next day dressing wounds, &c. I have about 60 under my care now. Many flesh wounds—four with shattered hands, two shot through the bowels, and two through the lungs. It takes me all the morning to fix them. Besides which, as this hospital is under military law, we have in turn to be what is called Officer of the Day. This individual has to attend to the police of the house, sign passes for patients to go beyond the sentries into the town, put hose who come home after hours or drunk into the guard house, and to make two visits of inspection over the whole house & premises, kitchen, guard, &c.—one about noon and the other after 12 at night. All this besides doing medical duty. So we have enough on that day which comes ever five days.

We have an abundance of everything in way of clothing, lint, food and luxuries for the patients. They have been pouring in the last two days since the wounded came. We have now in the hospital 544 patients. With all these goodies come a host of sympathetic females who want to see and administer to the patriots—many from sympathy, many from curiosity—all kinds, good, strong, strong-minded, & impudent, from Miss Dix down. There are many excellent people. Many also who cannot understand that visitors to a hospital must be restricted to a certain hours—that sick men must have time to eat and sleep and be private sometimes, & not be a menagerie of curious & admirable wonders. The amount of flowers that are daily poured into the building is something astonishing. The wards are constantly fresh with garlands & bouquets of exquisite roses &c.

In all this, people’s feelings are to be appreciated, but it is sometimes overdone. The evening my wounded came into the ward, on looking round I saw a group of men and women giving them lemonade &c. They had got by the guard somehow, and on my asking if they had any friends among them, a young lady—an ethereal creature—replied, “We are all friends!!” in the most benignant manner. I told her I was about to have those men undressed & dress their wounds & perhaps she had better retire, which she did after having bid them all good night.

A good story is told of the wounded in New York. “What shall I do for you my brave man?” said a sympathizing female to one of the soldiers. “I need nothing, madam!” “But do let me do something. Shall I not bathe your brow?” “If you desire to very much, madam, but if you do, you will be the fourteenth woman who has done it before today.”

We have many interesting cases here of sickness and injury—some deaths. The hospital is a good one. Well ventilated and spacious. We have no other news to tell you. The weather now is delightful. I am glad you and the baby are so flourishing. Take good care of yourself. I expect the garden will present a curious appearance by the time I get home. Has the grass come up? or many flower seeds?

Write soon and remember me to Mother. Say that I have so much to do I cannot write to more than one. With much love, your husband, — D. W. Cheever


Letter 2

Washington
June 16, 1862

My dear love,

Your letters of the 11th and 13th are received. I am very much obliged to you for them both. I have delayed one day in replying, both because I have been very busy, and because I wished to give the question about my returning a mature consideration. This I have done & have come to the conclusion to stay here. Such advantages as I now have are unequaled elsewhere and I consider it worth the sacrifice of a new family to remain & improve them. I know that you are well willing to endure my absence, and as long as things go on well with you and remain advantageous here, I shall stay up to a certain time. You may, therefore, say to the gentleman that I feel it my duty to stay here just now, and cannot limit myself to return on the 1st of July, though it is not improbable that I may be back early in that month. I am very sorry & have thought a good deal of it, but it is decided now. Don’t tell Mother.

The government is making vast preparations for wounded from the expected battle of Richmond. Yet is may not come. If things become uninteresting, I may be back in two or three weeks after all. I shall not stay after the 1st of August.

On Saturday, you will be glad to learn I did my first operation. It was tying the carotid artery which is ranked among the capital or more important operations, as those are called, who success or failure involves life. I got along very well for a first time and the result promises to be successful. The case was that is a man shot through the neck and face in whom bleeding came on & could be checked in no other way. Two days before, Dr. Page tied the axillary & yesterday one of the other gentlemen amputated and arm, all for secondary hemorrhage., which comes on sometimes when the wound begins to slough.

We work hard. Fortunately a cool day has made us all feel better today. It was very hot Saturday and Saturday evening. To give you some idea of how we are kept moving, I will give you my experience from Friday night to Sunday night.

Friday night at 12, I was called to check the bleeding of this man which I did for the time. Saturday I was called by my boy at 6.30 as I have done every morning, & in order to get through my work, I make my medical visit to a medical ward before breakfast, and my surgical dressing visit in the forenoon. While at breakfast I was called again to my bleeding friend, when we tied the carotid. Then I had to make my surgical visit and dressing to 40, which with the amount of suppuration & heat going on is pretty laborious. I was Officer of the Day also and had to sign papers and all passes for the men who wanted to go out, visit the whole house, and inspect every scullery, ward, water closet & settle rows with the cooks, put the drunks &c. in the guard house, write up a hospital record of my cases, make an evening visit to my wards & wind up the day by making the grand rounds through every room, all round outside, to the guard, &c. after 12 at night.

It was a hot, but moonlight night, & going along to one place, I found the sentinel asleep & succeeded in taking his musket away unperceived & carried it off which is regarded as a great feat. I had another sentinel posted & the sleeper locked up & then went to bed. I was very sorry for the poor devil, but it was my duty to do it. He will be punished somehow. Our guard is growing slack and we are going to have a new one.

Sunday morning at 6.30 again, [worked] hard until near 12 at noon when the weekly General Inspection come, and all the officers go round together, following the head one and inspect and poke out corners and behind beds and blow up and find all the fault necessary. The hospital looks nice Sunday, I assure you, and indeed every day. It is scrubbed and mopped daily. The only difficulty is in getting clothes enough & washed fast enough to change 500 men often enough as many are wounded, &c. The way we use up bandages and supplies would astonish you. 500 loaves of bread, a keg of butter, and a barrel or 30 dozen of eggs every day, and other things in proportion. We have an abundance.

Sunday I was late at dinner because I was called off to do something in the ward. At dinner came an order to send a medical officer with nurses &c., to dress 300 wounded in a church, just arrived. I was sent with Dr. Brown as assistant, but on getting there found only five who had not been removed to other hospitals. Those five I took here and had three in my ward to attend to that evening. Then I went to bed.

Now I am going out for a little walk—first time for two days. I am very well. Love to mother. Yours affectionately, — D. W. C.


Letter 3

Washington
June 19, 1862

My dear little wife,

Here we are again, “Officer of the Day” and it is so hard to keep awake until 12 when one is tired that I am going to try the expedient of writing to you. Your welcome letter with the photography came duly to hand. I think one very good and have it pinned up over my table in my chamber. I am very glad to have even this memento of you to look at. I assure you, it is very pleasant to see when one is tired. It makes me feel very easy that you take my absence so bravely & that you are really getting along so smoothly. I trust you will continue to do so while I stay here.

I had a very pleasant letter from your brother Richard offering me any services in his power. I have answered it and also written to Demy [?] about the class supper. I don’t know of any other business that needs attending to now. Please keep me informed of how much I lose in calls, &c. and do not economize but make yourself comfortable.

I was going to tell you in my last of my experience in going to a church after wounded. We received orders to send an efficient medical officer at once with nurses, dressings, &c. to the church to take care of wounded. Dr. Page sent me with Dr. Brown as assistant, and three nurses, surgical fixings, a pail of soup, and one of coffee, &c. in an ambulance. As I have already told you, we found all had been removed but five, but we had a very ludicrous time removing them. We found a crowd extending out into the middle of the street composed mainly of ladies. Two of the patients were very sick. One laid out in front of the altar, one sitting up, and the next laid out on boards & mattresses laid over the tops of the pews. The persistence and wrath of that crowd against their being moved anywhere were astonishing. They wanted them kept there and to stay there & nurse them. All sorts of messes were around, including a huge saucepan with about a gallon of gruel. Wine and brandy were being poured into the sick in great profusion and the soldier who was sitting up with a ball through his arm began to feel so set up that he said he guessed he was well off where he was, and he would stay there.

I had two ambulances, stretchers, and a guard of six men with corporal. Those best off I put in the ambulance and had the two sickest carried up all the way by hand on the stretchers by the guard. The ladies besought me to leave them there for them to nurse all night, but finally yielded to my obedience to my orders, which told me to take all there were left to the hospital. All sorts of luxuries were forced upon the sick ones. Someone shoved a bed pan into our ambulance just as it started and one old lady tried to force upon me a bottle of lemon syrup with a rag stopper. However, off they went at last. I had to stay to see if any more were coming & detailed Dr. Brown to go up with the men on stretchers. Poor Brown! he had a sweet procession of citizens up through the streets of a Sunday afternoon following the cortege.

I stayed there two mortal hours & I answered about 500 questions in that time. There is no doubt these people were very kind & the soldiers have been shamefully neglected somehow. They arrived the evening before by railroad from Shields’ Division & no news of their coming being known, had to stay in the cars all night, or go into the church. All were fed by the citizens and many taken into private houses for the night. You have seen perhaps that the surgeon in charge of them has been dismissed from the service for alleged neglect. It is hard to say whose fault is was.

Congratulate me that I did a grand operation yesterday of amputation at the shoulder joint. It came out well & is thought one of the bigger operations—much more than a common amputation of arm or leg. I had the whole surgical staff to assist and a big fuss generally. There was no alternative for the man but amputation or death—gangrene having extended to within 6 inches of the shoulder.

Today Dr. Brown had a hemorrhage & may tie a big artery soon. So we go. We have received orders to hold all our convalescents & lighter cases ready to send away at any time to make room for others.

Love to all. Yours, — D. W. C.


Letter 4

Washington
June 23, 1862

My very dear wife,

Your last letter is received. I was very sorry to learn that you were so disappointed about my staying longer away. Do not be unhappy; I know you will try not to. The time will soon pass when I shall be home again, and I trust we can have a very happy winter if we get things straightened out about a nurse, &c. The baby will have forgot what little he remembers of me ere long. He must change fast also. You have not told me whether he had much trouble in getting his two teeth. You must write all about little affairs which interest me in absence. I am very glad to know that Mother is so comfortably settled & likes her house. It will be very nice for next winter. Even Aunt Elizabeth too is becoming reconciled to it. Do you hear anything of Edwin? I am sure I would not ask.

Take much love, my darling, from me and be very sure I shall be happy with you once more, by and bye. Only think, next week is the 1st of July.

Meanwhile I feel that I am seeing and learning a great deal here. The surgical experience is larger than I could get in any other way. I have some interesting medical cases also, though those are chiefly typhoid, debility, & rheumatism. Nothing particularly new has occurred to me since I last wrote. I have another arm in prospect to operate on in a few days, and some smaller operations. Today we had a ligature of the subclavian artery by Dr. Brown, very well done. And tomorrow he amputates a leg. There are another arm and leg waiting for other gentlemen so you see we have enough to see and do.

We are getting thinned out somewhat now and have been ordered to have all convalescents ready to be sent away at any moment so that we can accommodate at a few hours notice some 300 new patients. As a specimen of the great preparations government is making in expectation of a great battle, the Surgeon General has just informed the Secretary of War that he has ready then thousand of beds in regular & temporary hospitals. They say government will take all the Washington churches.

This great battle may end in a retreat of the Rebels instead of a fight. A few weeks must decide it. They say McClellan is now reinforced by McDowell and others with 50,000 men. The issue cannot run on far into July without a result of some sort.

We see very little of Washington outside of the Hospital. It is the dirtiest place you ever saw. And walking out one of those very mild, delicious summer evenings they have here is changed from a pleasure to a pain by the constant succession of smells at every step. There is no drainage or scavenger departments, and hogs run about under the arches of the Capitol. The air is somewhat miasmatous, and all take precautionary doses of quinine every few days to keep off the chills & fever. We are all very well.

I forgot to tell you that I went to see the Navy Yard the other day. It is particularly interesting in the manufacture of shot, shell, balls and finishing of cannon &c. We saw many big cannons and mortars, like those used on the Mississippi & at New Orleans. We saw 150 pounders swinging round in the air in great cranes as easily as a feather, and noiseless machinery slowly boring and rifling them. We saw a machine which presses musket balls out of cold lead at the rate of some 60,000 a day, and also a like one for Minié balls. Hot shot and shell were being poured out of molten iron into moulds by the hundreds together. Here you realize something of the gigantic scale on which war is now conducted and with what missiles.

The weather here is comfortable. We live well but the cooking is not extra. We have just had a great tin can made to make beef tea in by the gallon—a great things for the patients. Write soon. Give love to all and tell Mother she must read all my letters even if she does not receive any.

Yours very affectionately, — D. W. Cheever


Letter 5

Washington
Sunday evening, June 29, 1862

My very dear wife,

Your letters are all received and I have been trying several days to answer them, but have really had not a moment when I did not feel too tired out to write. You may excuse me when you learn that we are temporarily very short handed of surgeons—one having been sent with McClellan’s army and the other, Dr. Brown, having gone to Boston for a week’s furlough to see his wife who is sick. So we have only four to do the work of six, and besides, have to be Officer of the Day every three days. As usual, I take the biggest slice of work, having 5 wards to carry on instead of two, but I have made two amputations out of this little dodge, one of which—an arm—I did yesterday, and the other—a leg—I took off this afternoon. Both are doing well. I may say I lamed them by the work I have done. Within the last fortnight I have taken off a finger, removed three of the bones of the foot, tied the carotid, and done three amputations, one shoulder joint, one arm, and one leg—4 capital operating & 2 or 3 minor ones.

Within the same space of time, other gentlemen here have done 4 amputations, tied two large arteries, and removed sundry fragments of bone, making in all in this hospital 7 amputations and three large arteries, besides lesser operations in two weeks. At all of these I have assisted so you see we have had lively work with surgery, besides receiving 50 new patients who were sick.

Dr. Alfred Haven did his first operation—amputating a leg—three days ago and got along very well. The big boys have got in the way of coming down to criticize the youthful operators, and yesterday I had a distinguished audience composed of the Medical Director of this District, the Medical Inspector, and other dignitaries. One of our number, the next day after his operation was witnessed, was ordered to take charge of another hospital, and yesterday the same compliment was paid to me. But I am very glad that Mr. Page got me kept here where I had much rather stay, for the officer in charge of a Military Hospital has a very laborious time with official and executive duties & less chance & time to practice himself.

Calvin Gates Page, Harvard Class of 1852 (from the 1922 Yearbook).

Dr. [Calvin Gates] Page 1 sends his compliments to you and says that I am not going back until the war is over, or he will put me in the guard house, wives and babies to the contrary notwithstanding (he having heard of the expected event from Mrs. Page). Never fear but I shall be back in August. I thank you very much, darling, for writing so as to make me feel very easy about home. You are a true wife and my little love comme toujours [as ever]. I shall be only too happy to see you again. And I send home your photography with great regret & a protect that I have another at once for I shall miss it very much.

I have had a letter from Aunt Elizabeth today who is tolerable. She wants you to visit her and says everything is ready, &c. I would try to go for a few days if possible & you feel well enough. Also, I advise you by all means to go to New Bedford if you are confident of bearing the journey well, and if it will amuse you. It is steady hot here but I am very well. I am delighted to hear about Mother and Edwin. I have written to her. You must have a funny garden going on. Tell Rauffer not to set you on fire the 4th of July. I have no doubt the baby is very fine now.

We hear tonight of a considerable battle before Richmond which must bring on a general engagement in a few days or end in a retreat. We had two come in today wounded in the skirmish of Thursday. We hear of Dr. Crehove [?] that he has done extremely well and that his officers, he having been displaced by the return of Dr. Revere, were so anxious to keep him that they got him made their chaplain, or really a medical assistant, I suppose, under that name and rank.

Be very careful not to hurt yourself if you go away, and if you anticipate a fatiguing trip to Saugus, do not go. Think how dreadful that would be. With much love to all & the most to you, I remain your affectionate husband, — David W. Cheever

P. S. In the Boston Med. & Surgical Journal for Thursday last (June 26th) is published a letter I wrote Dr. Dale about the hospital. 2 It is published nearly opposite the Adams House. Your brother might get it for you.


1 Calvin Gates Page, Sr. (1829-1869) was a practicing physician in Boston when the Civil War began. He was married to Susan Haskell Keep (1830-1895) and was the father of three children at the time he offered his services as a surgeon at the Judiciary Square Hospital. In August 1862, he was commissioned as Assistant Surgeon in the 39th Massachusetts Infantry and served until mid-November 1863.

2 The letter appears below:


Letter 6

Washington
July 3rd 1862

My darling love,

Your letter has been received & I believe answered, and tomorrow I look for another. As usual I take the night of being Officer of the Day to write you. Many of our patients being convalescent now, we have not so much to do. Nor have we had any operations since I wrote. One of the gentlemen, however, expects to amputate tomorrow. Dr. Brown, I hope, saw you in Boston. He was to call Tuesday afternoon & will bring me news of you tomorrow or next day. I asked him to call on you.

One of our number who went to the Peninsula returned so we are not so short-handed. Meanwhile, however, Dr. [Calvin] Page has been sent off to the army before Richmond on Tuesday night at an hour’s notice. He wanted me to go with him and tried to have me & I would have given a good deal to be there now, but it was refused on the ground that it would not do to weaken the hospital staff anymore & that I should soon be needed & have more than I could do here. So I was ordered to stay and shall endeavor to do my duty.

We expect to have our hospital cleared of convalescents & to take in at least 300 wounded by and bye. We have now some vacant beds & shall probably receive 50 wounded tomorrow or next day. 1,000 are expected daily.

Dr. [Alfred] Haven, having been the longest in the hospital, was left in charge in Dr. Page’s absence, and in an office requiring no little labor, anxiety & fuss, I am thankful I have not got it. Things go on very well so far. Dr. Page has gone down in the nick of time & will probably find plenty to do. We hope he may be back in a fortnight but cannot tell.

Apropos of having appointment the other day, the morning he was put in charge, we were at the Surgeon General’s Office where we saw the immortal Cole of Boston, bigger than life, and surveying the Great Officials like a Prince. He asked Dr. Haven where he was, and learning of his new appointment, said at once, “Oh yes! We heard of that in Boston, and were much pleased.” “But,” said Dr. Haven, “I was only appointed last evening.” “Well,” replied the never-failing Cole, “Some friend must have telegraphed it then!” Query? When? to Boston and back to Cole in Washington?

Everything is in such an uncertain state about the war, and the air is so full of rumors that it is hard to get at the truth. But everybody fears—and indeed, I am afraid it is too true—that McClellan’s army has sustained a great reverse. It is certain that there have been four days severe fighting, on Thursday, Friday, Monday & Tuesday (yesterday) and that the slaughter has been great on both sides. The killed and wounded cannot but be numbered by thousands & the Great Army has fallen back 10 or 12 miles. How many of these poor devils have been left on the field in the enemies hands we cannot tell.

Dr. Edward Perry Vollum (1827-1902), Medical Inspector in McClellan’s Army of the Potomac during the Peninsula Campaign. McClellan told him just prior to the Seven Days Battles that he could “go into Richmond any day he chose.”

Dr. [Edward Perry] Vollum, the Medical Inspector of McClellan’s army, who had just come from the war and went back Tuesday night taking Page, said, “You will have hot & bloody work and no sleep, night or day.” Through the same source I learn that McClellan told Vollum last week before these battles, & he told us (only one remove, you see), that he—McClellan—could go into Richmond any day he chose. Is it not strange—war is very uncertain. This will prolong it I fear another year, and then comes up the old trouble of [foreign] intervention. So the President’s call for 300,000 more men looks the same way. Yet this evening there are brighter rumors about McClellan’s having gained a victory yesterday. We must wait events. Meanwhile, keep well and contented as you can & wait for your loving husband, — D. W. Cheever


Letter 7

Washington
July 10, 1862

My own sweet love,

I do not know that I have anything to say to you this evening except to tell you how much I love you and long to see you. Poor little darling, how lonely you must be sometimes. Wait. Time will soon pass away and then you will have me once more. I miss your photograph very much & think it a pity you took it away before I came home. I believe it is six weeks tomorrow since I left you, walking down Fourth Street. Does it seem longer?

Today we have cool weather after great heat. Most of my 60 officers have got furloughs to go home and have left the hospital so I am waiting for another filling up. Besides, I have given one of my wards to Dr. Brown so that I retain only my original two wards. All this gives me more time. We are kept trotting trying to get our pay. I have been three times and am going again tomorrow. When I get it, I shall send you some.

I sent today a little package by Adam’s Express to you which you may think to be jewelry, but which contains morbid specimens which I wish to keep safe. Please open the cover and see if the little bottles are all right. If not, the contents are to be put in a bottle of alcohol and water half and half. The box also contains dry bones which are safe enough.

I am going to endeavor to make inquiries about Adj. Merriam tomorrow; I have been unable to before. I was sent today to see a sick Rebel prisoner in a private house amid secesh sympathizers. He was quite a good looking fellow but kept very mum.

Tomorrow I expect to have an important operation. Dr. Brown also has one.

My little darling, I am glad you get along so bravely and that people take care of you. I hope you have regular meals & eat enough and that everything goes on quietly in housekeeping & you have no worries or alarms. My own love, take care of yourself for my sake, for you must always love me as I do you, my dear wife. Do not fear our being happy in each other once more. For I love you now then times more than two years ago. You are part of me & my life. Kiss me good night, my dearest love, and dream of me till you have me once ore. — D. W. C.

P. S. Remembrance to all hands.


Letter 8

Washington
July 19, 1862

My darling,

Your last dear letter is received. I am afraid I have delayed writing a day or two longer than usual this time but you must forgive me. I am very glad to learn that you continue to throve with the baby. John writes me hoping you may be able to meet them in Saugus. I hope you will not undertake it, for I think it too great a risk to run. I hope you or Mother may have a little visit from Annie.

I am sorry the time has seemed so long to you since I have been away. I too begin to wish for hime and you. And it will be but a very short time now, ere I shall be with you once more. Then I trust we shall have a while of quiet time together. Home will seem very luxurious, I expect.

I have comparatively light work now. So many of our wounded fell into the enemies hands that we exceed in accommodations what we need. Washington is said to have 2,000 spare beds now in its 17 hospitals. We are not full and we have more lightly sick than wounded. Yet something turns up occasionally. Dr. Page amputated an arm on Thursday & yesterday I took off a leg. I do not see prospect of more wounded just now, which is perhaps as well for me as I am coming home.

I have done a pretty good share of work since I have ben here—perhaps my share for this season. Good night my dove. Excuse more, I am so sleepy. Believe always in my passionate love for my dear little wife whom I will soon kiss. Love to all. — David W. Cheever


Letter 9

Washington
Tuesday evening, July 22, 1862

My very dear wife,

Your letter of Sunday is received. Fear not that anything will detain me beyond the early part of August. I must wait here long enough to make out my two months so as to draw my second month’s pay. This will end the 2nd of August & I shall then come straight home. This will be in about ten days. Meanwhile, take specially good care of yourself and let me hear often from you. I begin to feel a little anxious to get home to you myself, and with you shall count the days. I shall be very glad to get somewhere where it is not quite so hot, and to have the luxuries of civilized life.

We have comparatively little going on here now though I had to amputate an arm at a few minute’s notice yesterday morning. We learn now, however, that all our wounded in the rebels’ hands are to be given up and forwarded to various hospitals. There must be several thousand of them and I should not be surprised if we were to be filled up with them in the course of a fortnight. This will not affect my course, however. I have today sent my resignation to the Surgeon General to take effect on the 1st of August. I am inclined to think that the rebels have grown more humane or more politic in their treatment of prisoners & wounded. I enclose the Congressional Report of the Atrocities committed at Manassas. These I do not doubt because I have conversed with intelligent people present in that battle & on the field afterwards who represent things quite as bad as the report does.

Congress has at last adjourned and we are freed from a very disagreeable set of visitors. Washington continues as dirty and as uninteresting as ever. Last Sunday afternoon I took a walk over Long Bridge into Virginia. It is a forlorn looking structure about a mile long, partly old and made of earth and bricks, and partly wood and modern. It is none too wide for two carriages to pass each other, and you may judge how it may be adapted for the passage of an army. That part of Washington, the bridge, and the Virginia shore near it, are all poor and wretched and desolate. And it seems strange that so contemptible a locality should have riveted the attention of 20 millions in intelligent people so long, or that so much of money & life should be thrown away to reclaim such a country.

The Long Bridge from the Virginia shoreline; US Capitol at far right. Ca. 1863

From the bridge the view is full of historical objects—Arlington house, Arlington Heights, Forts Albany & Corcoran, and various camps shining far off on the hillsides. Part of the 14th Massachusetts were on guard at the bridge. From here there was also a fine view of Washington, and one could judge what an opportunity the rebels had of contemplating the White House, the Capitol, &c. when they occupied the opposite shores. In the center rises above all the unfinished Washington Monument—a sad example of the incompleteness of the National structure begun by Washington.

There is nothing else new. I hope Mother and John & Annie may be together in Saugus next Sunday. Before long I shall see my dear little wife and baby again. Till then, wait as quietly as you can, my dear love. I hope that we shall have a happy & quiet winter, unaffected by things outside. With love to all. I remain affectionately your husband, — D. W. Cheever



Letter 10

Washington
Sunday evening, July 27, 1862

My own love,

As I am Officer of the Day, you will expect the usual letter. I hope to get one from you tomorrow.

Drs. [Alfred] Haven and [Frank] Brown were suddenly ordered to the Peninsula yesterday to take down a party of nurses. We hope they will be back in a few days so we have a little more to do again.

Newspaper drawing depicting Lincoln’s visit to the Depot Field Hospital near City Point, Va. (Courtesy New York State Library)

Yesterday we had a visit from the President & wife. 1 They came in very quietly, dressed in mourning, & the President went round & shook hands with each of the 400 patients. Quite a job. 2

Mrs. L[incoln] is quite an inferior appearing person. The President is tall & ungainly & awkward. His face, however, shows extreme kindness, & honesty, & shrewdness. He went round with great perseverance, & seemed to like to do it, though it must be a tremendous bore. His wife says he will do it at all the hospitals. There are some things comical about him but he has proved himself so far above his party & the time in firmness, honor & conservatism that I do not wish to say a word against him. They had a very plain carriage & attendants.

Today we had preaching in the hospital in the afternoon, which went off pretty well. There are many rumors about Jackson’s being at Gordonsville with a large force, & being about to make a demonstration on Washington. It would not be surprising if they did.

My little dove, do you want to see me? I hope you will have me next Sunday. What will you do? Don’t get too excited & get into mischief. I will try to write again. Yours with everlasting love, — D. W. Cheever


1 Lincoln’s visit to the Judiciary Square Hospital must have taken some time yet the visit but it was not recorded (yet) on the Lincoln Log, the Daily Chronology of the Life of Abraham Lincoln.

2 The hospitals were sometimes part of the afternoon rides taken by Mr. & Mrs. Lincoln. One observer noted: “Mr. Lincoln’s manner was full of the geniality and kindness of his nature. Wherever he saw a soldier who looked sad and ‘down-hearted,’ he would take him by the hand and speak words of encouragement and hope. The poor fellows’ faces would lighten up with pleasure when he addressed them, and he scattered blessings and improved cheerfulness wherever he went.” [Source: Charles Bracelen Flood, 1864: Lincoln at the Gates of History, p. 101.]

1862: George W. Smith to Betsy (Reynolds) Smith

The following letter was written by George W. Smith (1839-1864) of Co. H, 93rd New York Volunteers. He enlisted on 20 November 1861 at Bolton, Warren county, New York, when he was 21 years old and was promoted to sergeant on 26 January 1862. Sometime later he was transferred to Co. F and reenlisted as a veteran in December 1863. He was transferred back to Co. H prior to the Overland Campaign in 1864 and was killed in the Wilderness during the opening action of that campaign on 6 May 1864.

George was the son of Nathaniel Smith (1803-1885) and Betsy Reynolds (1813-1892). He saw his first action at the Battle of Williamsburg on 5 May 1862 and would come under fire again during the Seven Days Battles that would begin just a week after this letter was penned.

The 93rd New York Infantry in Maryland, shortly before the Battle of Antietam. (The photographic history of the Civil War, 1911)

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

Headquarters Gen. McClellan
Wednesday, June 18th 1862

Dear Mother.

I received your letter on Saturday last but have been unable to answer before because I have had so much duty to do and I don’t feel as if I could write much today. I cannot collect my thoughts or get my mind on one thing.

I received Dr. Howard’s letter a week ago last Saturday and while reading that I got the news of Sarah’s death. Capt. [George B.] Moshier got a letter from his wife and she told him to tell me of her death. I think she was up at Warrensburgh at the time. I have been sick ever since until the last two or three days but I am well at present. It is the first sickness I have had since I left home except the rheumatism. That troubles me very much at times. It has troubled me more since the Battle of Williamsburg than before. I caught a bad cold that night. It seemed to settle in my bones though it does not trouble me much—only in rainy weather.

The General has moved his headquarters across the Chickahominy Creek near Fair Oaks where the battle was fought a week ago last Saturday. It was a very hard battle. I suppose you have heard that Capt. [David] Burhans [of the 43rd NY Volunteers] was taken prisoner. I will not write much more this time.

Oh, the reason of my having so much to do for the last few days, all of our non-commissioned officers but me and another sergeant now for two weeks but were released last night so it won’t be so hard now. I have got a little money by me and want to keep some all the time in case I should be sick or anything, but I will enclose five dollars and send to you. If you want to use it, do so. If not, keep it for me and write soon and let me know if you get it all right.

About coming home, I can’t tell when I shall come but I think this fall sometime. I think that we will be successful at Richmond and if so, it will be a hard blow for the rebellion. Be sure and write soon or have Alf write. My love to Libby. Tell Pa I would like to be at home but shall never come until the war is done or I am honorably discharged unless I should get a pass to come for a little while.

Direct to Gen. McClellan Headquarters, Co. H, 93rd Regiment N. Y. S. V., Washington D. C.

From affectionately, your son, — George Smith

1862: Robert Baird to his Family

Robert Baird (1831-1862), 49th Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry (Baird Family Collection)

The following letters were written by Robert Baird (1831-1862), the son of William Baird (1765-1863) and Nancy Harbison (1787-1855) of Pleasant Gap, Centre county, Pennsylvania. Robert enlisted in August 1861 and was mustered in as 1st Sergeant of Co. H, 49th Pennsylvania Infantry on 24 October 1861 at Camp Griffin, Virginia. At the time of his enlistment, he was described as a 6′ 1″ tall, grey-eyed, sandy haired millwright. A family history informs us that for a couple of years before his enlistment Robert worked for John Todd who built and repaired grist mills, saw mills, and water wheels.

In the summer of 1862, Robert contracted typhoid fever and spent some time in a hospital. Inadvisably he returned to his regiment before he was well and when the regiment was ordered to march, he fell by the wayside unable to keep up and was taken prisoner by the Confederates. He was taken to Libby prison in Richmond where he died 26 August 1862. Family tradition has it that a Mr. William Irving bribed the guards to provide a pine coffin for Robert’s body which they smuggled out to Belle Isle in the James River for burial and then sent Robert’s personal effects home to his family. [Source: Nancy Baird McClelland]

Note: These letters were made available for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by John Baird.

Letter 1

Camp Curtin [Harrisburg, Pa.]
August 31, 1861

Dear Brother,

While off duty, I seat myself to drop you a few lines to let you know that I landed in camp on Thursday at 6 o’clock, just in time for dress parade. We were examined and sworn into service yesterday. The officers were selected yesterday—Linthurst Capt., Robt. McClay 1st Lieutenant, Cap Cox and they appointed me for Orderly Sergeant. It is a position that requires a good deal of duty to perform—to form that company, call the roll, attend to the sick, drill the squads, make a report every day, station the guard, etc. I get clear of standing guard.

We have the quietest company in camp. There has only been one drunk man as yet and that was the day we came in camp. We are going into Col. Irvin’s Regiment. We have good tents and get good boarding. We have two cooks in the company. I have not time to write much at present. I gave Ann a note and an order. You will please hand the order over to Mr. Todd to collect it. Give my love to all my friends. I will write to Father in a few days.

N. B. Direct to Camp Curtin, Harrisburg in care of Capt. Linthurst

— R. Baird


Letter 2

Washington D. C.
September 23, 1861

Dear Father,

I seat myself this evening to drop you a few lines to let you know that I am well at present. We left Camp Curtin on yesterday morning to come here. We met with an accident between Cockeysville and Baltimore City. There was a train coming behind the one we were on that ran against ours and smashed up one car and killed two men and broke two more mens’ legs. There were about 1100 men on the train. It was supposed that the engineer done it on purpose for he said that he would take the cotton out of our ears before we got to Baltimore. He had one of his legs taken off. He went to jump off the train and got fast by some means. It is reported that he is dead now.

We marched through Baltimore in the night but was not molested. We then laid in the depot till daylight. I did not get to see Sam [cousin Samuel M. Baird of Baltimore[ for I could not leave the company that long. There is from 3,000 to 5,000 men comes in here every day for the last week. The Rebel army can be seen from the top of the Capitol. We can hear the cannonading from here. There was three bombs thrown within half an hour mile of the city last week. I cannot tell how many men there is in and about the city. Our regiment is camped by itself. There is three other camps within sight. There is 12,000 or 15,000 in one of the camps.

We are camped within half a mile of the Capitol. I can’t tell how long we will be here. I think we will go to Harper’s Ferry next week. They are expecting an attack at the Chain Bridge that is eight miles from here. We can hear the reports of cannon now in that direction. Perhaps they are at it now.

Well, I must close at present for we have to go out to drill. We get good boarding here and plenty of it. Give my love to all the friends. Tell them all to write to me. That more time to write than I have. At night we can’t write and in day time we have to drill. My love to all. Yours son, — Robert


Letter 3

Camp Griffin
49th Regt. P. V. Co. C
October 21, 1861

Dear Father,

I seat myself this morning to let you know how we are getting along at present. We have been here about twelve days. We have drilled more since we came to this camp than we did any place yet. We drill about eight hours every day with our knapsacks on at that. We had a trench dug on the side of a hill to retreat to in case of an attack. There is two companies out of the regiment stays there every night. The trench is two hundred feet long, 9 feet wide, and six feet deep. We have been called out three times expecting an attack but they did not come. They were in sight one day about one and a half miles distant. We got orders from headquarters last night to draw two days rations and have them cooked and to be ready to march in five minutes warning which we have all ready. Whether we will get further orders, I don’t know at present.

Our company are all out in picket except one Lieutenant, the sick, and myself. I have the sick to take care of and that clears me of going out on picket. We have eight on the sick list this morning. One of the number is in the hospital. The rest are not very bad. He is one of Sinkey’s boys from Penn’s Valley—one that I got when I was out recruiting. There is a great many men here in other regiments that I am acquainted with. One company in the Bucktail Regiment [42nd Pennsylvania] from Clearfield County I am acquainted with nearly all of them. They are encamped about one mile from here. There is about twelve regiments encamped in sight of ours and as many more within a few miles. There is five pieces of rifle cannon with our regiment.

Nicholas Orris, Co. H, 47th P. V.

I saw Fred Orris’s brother [Nicholas] the other day. He was well then. He is [in Co. H of] Colonel [Tilghman H.] Good‘s [47th Pennsylvania Infantry] Regiment. They are about a mile and a half from here. He came over to see us. I have only been sick two days since I left home. I have gained five pounds since I came to the service. I suppose the hard crackers and soft breads account for the gain. I have not had clothes off for four weeks—only when I change to wash them. We do our own washing when we get near any stream. We take a chunk of soap and strip off and wash our clothes. We are only allowed to take two shirts, two pair of drawers, and three pair of stockings, a blanket and overcoat and one suit of clothes and then we have them to carry when we march.

I wrote to Hannah last week. I don’t get time to write often but I have written more than I have received answers to. I must close for the present. Give my respects to all the friends. Tell them all to write. I remain your affectionate son, — R. Baird


Letter 4

Camp Griffin
49th P. V. Co. C
October 31, 1861

Dear Niece,

I received your very welcome letter last evening and was glad to hear from home once more. It was the third letter that I have received since I left home. I am still anxious to hear from home to know how Father is getting [along]. I wrote to him a short time ago and one to Hannah adn one to your father last week. Yours found me in the enjoyment of good health but we keep very busy drilling. We drill four times a day in companies and once in Battalion. There is one of the fire zouaves here driling the Captains and Sergeants in the sword exercise. We drill two hours at that every day which takes up all our time, but still I will take a little time to wrote to those that will write to me.

Our company has taken the praise both for drilling and being the cleanest. Every morning at guard mounting there is one picked out of the ranks which looks the cleanest. There has been four out of our company in succession. They get clear of any duty for three days. The companies were all inspected today by the General. Our company took the praise of the cleanest.

We have not been at any battle yet nor don’t know how soon we may but we will give them the best we can afford when we do get into one. I wish we were up there to help eat some of that Apple butter you spoke of in your letter but we get good fare living here. We have a change every day. Crackers and coffee for breakfast, coffee & crackers & meat for dinner, and the same for supper, and sleep on the ground with one blanket to put over us. It is gettin ga little cool of late but still I can sleep better now on the ground than I could on a bed. Camp life is a nice one to those that can enjoy it. When I go to bed, I put on my overcoat. I have not had my clothes off except to change for two months.

Tell Sam Sturate and Sam Showers that seeding is over and I have not heard of them coming to war yet. Give my love to Father and all the friends and receive the same yourself. From your uncle, — Bob


Letter 5

Camp Griffin
November 9, 1861

Dear Father,

I seat myself this afternoon to drop you a few lines to inform you of my welfare. It is raining this afternoon and we can’t drill which favors me with an opportunity of writing. I don’t get time every day. We have been drilling pretty hard for a couple of weeks but I have enjoyed pretty good health so far except last week I was sick a few days but have got to duty again.

The weather is getting tolerable rough. We have two blankets apiece which keeps us tolerable comfortable as yet. I don’t expect we will get any winter quarters. I suppose we will do the fighting this winter, We have not been in any battle yet and there is no telling how soon we may.

We have the best Colonel in this brigade. We have the praise of being hte cleanest camp and the quietest. I have not seen but one drunk man in the regiment yet. There was one of the New York men came in drunk yesterday and he was put in the guard house and is still there.

I wrote to William yesterday. He was talking of sending me some things and I had to stop several times while writing and forgot to mention that if he sent anything, that he should not pay the Express on them and I would be more likely to get them. He wanted to know the name of our company. We have changed it to Potts Guards.

Give my respects to John & Hannah and the Family and all the Friends. As there is no war news to write about, I will close for the present. From your son, — Robert Baird

N. B. If there is anything sent to me, direct to the 49th Regt. P. V., Col. Irwin, commander in care of Capt. R[alph] T. Maclay

— R. Baird, Georgetown D. C.


Letter 6

Camp Griffin
November 15, 1861

Dear sister,

I received your very welcome letter a few days ago. It was about four weeks coming to hand but still there was some news new to me in it. If found me enjoying good health and I hope these few lines may find you all enjoying the same blessing. We have had very unpleasant weather for a few days. We was out on a review yesterday. There was about four thousand men on the review. It was the prettiest sight I ever saw. They all were drilling in one body. There is another review today. It is a Division Review. There will be about ten thousand out if it comes off. It rained all night last night which makes it very disagreeable. The review which was to come off has been countermanded so we will get resting today.

There was one man died in this regiment last night—the first that died out of this regiment. The doctor reports that it was being homesick the most that was the matter with him. He was out of Capt. Green’s Company [A]. Haten [James M. Confer] I think is his name. He came from Bush Creek. There’s not very muck sickness in this regiment. There has been two of our company in the hospital for five weeks. They are both getting better. I go to see them every day. They are both able to walk around again.

We have not received any pay yet but expect to get it every day. It is three months yesterday since we came in the service & think it is time Uncle Sam was paying us some. We look for our pay whether we fight or not.

Everything goes to destruction as far as the army advances. I saw a splendid orchard cut down yesterday for wood, and there is not a fence in sight. The men won’t know their farms when they come back.

When you answer this, give me Eliza Ann Riddle’s address and I will write to her. I have not much news to write. You get the news from the army sooner than I can give it to you by letter. Give my respects to Father. I wrote to him last week. Give my respects to all the friends and write soon and give me all the news from there. You have more to write about than I have. I answered Tim’s letter a couple of weeks ago. Give me Josiah’s address. I don’t know where to write to him, I close at present by sending my respects to all your brothers, — R. Baird

N. B. Direct to Robert Baird, Washington City D. C.


Letter 7

Camp Griffin
November 25, 1861

Dear Father,

I seat myself this afternoon to drop you a few lines to inform you that I am well at present, hoping these few lines may find you also enjoying the same great blessing. The weather is tolerable cold. It snowed last night. The ground was all white this morning but it is all gone already. We have no winter quarters yet nor I don’t expect we will get any better than we have already. We have built fireplaces in our cloth tents.

I expect there will be a forward movement before a great while. There was a Grand Review last week. Nearly all the Army of the Potomac were present. There was over one hundred thousand present. It was the splendest sight I ever saw. The President & General McClellan and his staff were present. The health of the regiment is tolerable good. There has only two died out of it yet. There is two out of our company at the hospital and four on the sick list.

We drill twice per day. To practice firing, we fire blanks cartridges. I was out on picket yesterday and last night for the first time. There was not enough Lieutenants and they promoted me to act as a Lieutenant. It was a tolerable cold [night]. We can’t have any fire on picket.

We got our pay last week. I sent $53 home. Mr. Mann was here from the Big Valley and I sent it with him to be paid to Dr. Maclay to be collected by William when called for. I wrote to William yesterday about it. There was 1400 dollars sent with him from this company. It was safer sending it in that way than the mail for I have written several letters home that never went or I never got any answer to them. I wrote to Hannah some time ago. Her letter was about six weeks coming to hand. I received one from Samuel Showers last week and answered it also.

I don’t get very much time to write for I am kept pretty busy. The labor is not hard but very tedious. Well, I must close for it is time to call the company roll. Give my respects to all the friends. — R. Baird


Letter 8

Camp Griffin
January 10, 1862

Respected brother,

I received your letter few days ago and as I had written you a day or two before, deferred answering until now. I am still in the enjoyment of good health and I hope these few lines may find you all enjoying the same good blessing. We have had very wet weather for a few days which makes it very disagreeable under foot. The streets are shoe mouth deep with mud. We had a small snow. It is all gone and what little frost that wasin the ground is nearly all out.

There is more sickness in our camp at present than ever was before. The French Measles has got in the camp. There is five of our company have got them at present but are all getting better. Everything is quiet in camp at present but all are practicing on firing blank cartridges. It is generally supposed there will be an advance made before long but the roads are not fit to move artillry at present.

I was trying to sell some Robes [?] but they are afraid they can’t get them along when they move. If it was not for that, I could sell any amount of them. The Captain agrees to take mine along when we move. We are not allowed to have any extra baggage—only what we get from the government.

We were mustered for pay last week. I expect we will be paid off next week. If I get any chance, I will send you some more money to keep for me. You had better collect that at Lynn & McCoy as soon as you can and if you need it you can make use of it. As for that at J. V. Thomas’s I expect can’t be collected for I have lost the Note. Perhaps he will pay you. If he don’t know that the Note is lost, I have got back to the old mess that I had picked out before we left home. We had a roasted turkey for dinner yesterday. It was sent to Lex Barger and he had went home on furlough before the box arrived. He gave me the receipt to get the box adn divide the contents among my friends so I kept the turkey and a pound cake for my share and divided the rest amongst the company. They were talking of sending me another box from home. If they send me, tell them to put in some sausage and a couple of roasted chickens and some apples. Such things taste good, especially when they come from home.

Give my respects to all the friends. I remain as ever your affectionate brother, — R. Baird


Letter 9

Headquarters 49th Pennsylvania Regiment, Co. H
Camp Griffin
February 6, 1862

Dear Father,

I seat myself this morning to drop you a few lines to inform you that I am in good health and I hope these few lines may find you all enjoying the same great blessing. We have had very unpleasant weather for the last six weeks. It rains or snows nearly every day. It is raining now. The roads are very muddy. We have not been drilling much for a month except the last four days. We are drilling the bayonet exercise. All is quiet in camp except some talk of going south. We expected to of been gone from here before this time. There is some talk of this Brigade going to New York to go on a fleet that is fitting out there but whether we will go, I know not, nor no one knows yet. We never know where we go until we get started nor where we go until we stop.

I received John’s letter with the receipt for the box which they sent me. I have not got it yet. The sutler would not bring it out. There was a wagon went in for Express goods today and expect it this evening if nothing happens. I got my likeness taken yesterday and sent it to you. It is not a very good picture but you can see what kind of a looking soldier I make. I had only part of the equipments on. It looks pretty hairy about the face. I have not shaved since I came in the service.

I sent my old overcoat home or rather to Millroy to Graff & Thompkin’s store. If John sends with Todd, he can bring it over to him. We have drawn new coats and the old ones were too good to throw away. The Express on them were about seventeen cents apiece. I also sent $40 with Ira Thompson and if Mr. Todd was there, he knows to send it over to John or William to keep for me.

If we move from here, I have some more things which I intend sending home but can’t spare them until we move or the weather gets warmer. I must close for the present by sending my love to all enquiring friends. I remain as ever your affectionate son, — Robert Baird


Letter 10

Camp Griffin
January 15, 1862

Dear Brother,

I seat myself this afternoon to drop you a few lines in answer to your letter which I received several days ago. There is nothing of much importance to write about at present—only that I am well at present. There is more sickness in our company at present that there has been for a long time. There is several cases of measles. It makes them very sick. There is twelve on the sick list at present but none of them dangerously ill.

We got our dress coats yesterday and are getting new guns. They are to be Austrian Rifles with the sword bayonet. The ones we have now are the old musket and they are condemned not fit for service. The Colonel told me last night that we would get new equipments with our guns and new caps and he wanted the regiment to get new overcoats.

There is some talk of this Division going on Burnside’s Expedition to New Orleans. Whether or not we can’t tell as yet. I saw it in one of the daily papers. They are moving all the sick from our hospital to Washington at any rate. The 47th Regt. are goin to start on Tuesday to Florida. Nicholas Ford was over this morning to see me. They have everything ready to start. U wish we would get on the fleet. It would be a nice trip.

I received the stamps that Father sent in your letter. They are a scarce article here. They don’t bring many but here there is nothing to make on them as they dare not sell them for more than they pay for them. We get fresh bread twice a week now. We had been living pretty well since the boxes commenced coming. There is four boxes came to our tent. I have helped eat three turkeys since Christmas. If you send anything to me, send some apples and some sausage as they are easy cooked and taste good down here. We get plenty to eat here but a little change tastes good.

I finished the butter this morning that Hannah sent me. It went well and was pretty good. I want you to write oftener as I am always anxious to hear from Father. Tell him that I [am] very much obliged to him for sending me the stamps. My respects to Hannah and the children and all enquiring friends. From your brother, — Robert


Letter 11

Camp Griffin
February 3, 1862

Respected Brother,

I seat myself this morning to drop you a few lines in answer to your letter which I received last evening. I had been looking for some time for a letter from home. I received the receipt for the box you sent me. I have sent with the sutler for it. I expect he will bring it out tomorrow if he has not too much load. I was afraid we would be gone from here before the box would arrive but we know no more now than we did two weeks ago when we wil move. I think the way they are fighting us out that we will go on a fleet. We have drawn new clothes. I sent my old overcoat to Millroy [?] with several more in a box. They have landed safe. The Captain is at Mr. Graff & Thompson’s Store. I understand the Express amounts to fifteen cents apiece. If you see Mr. Todd and send with him, you can get the coat. It will make a good wagon coat for you.

When we move from here, I intend sending a blanket and some more clothes home. It is a pity to throw them away for they are good yet. There was several of the Valley folks down here last week to see us. I sent $40 home with Ira Thompson for me. He said if Todd was over there when he went home, he would send it over with him. It was the best chance I could get to seduce all the money. I told him if Todd was not there, he should keep it till you or William could call for it. William received the other I sent home.

We have had ver unpleasant weather for the last month. It has raised every other day for a month and the roads are very muddy. We don’t drill any since the wet weather has set in. All we do is to get as much wood as will keep us dry. We have a stove for every tent. We furnish such things ourselves. When we move from here, there will be a grand lot of stoves left for we can’t take them along. If we don’t go far, I intend to strap mine on my knapsack and take it along.

Give my love to all the rest. I want you to write oftener for I am always anxious to hear from home. As you don’t write very long letters, write often. My love to all inquiring friends. Has Hannah received the letter I wrote to her? I will close for the present expecting to hear from you soon. From your affectionate brother, — R. Baird

N. B. Direct as before and if I am gone it will follow me.


Letter 12

Camp Griffin
February 12, 1862

Dear Niece,

After some delay, I seat myself to answer your very welcome letter. I received the box which was sent me last night, I had a good deal of trouble getting it out of the city but there was nothing spoiled but the chickens. They were all moldy. We had some of the sausage for breakfast. It tasted right good. The apples and cakes are all good and are a treat for us for such things are very scarce here. The mittens I gave to one of my mess mates.

Nicholas has left here. I have not heard from him since he left here. We are still in the old camp yet. I can’t say whether we will leave or not. There is still some talk of our going but there is so many reports gets up we can’t tell whether w will go until we get started. The weather has been very unpleasant for a month or so. We are drilling the bayonet exercise now and it keeps me pretty busy for the Captain has ben sick for two months and when the Lieutenant is on duty, I have the company to drill. I have it to learn and then teach it to them.

There has ben a great many citizens from the Valley to see us this winter. I saw Mr. Weares from M____burgh. Mr. H___ and Mr. Wearer from below Bellefonte this week. I think they went home yesterday. There is a Mr. Beck from Milley’s here now. He has been here for a week and is going to stay another week with us. He is a brother of Aggie’s.

We had a Brigade drill yesterday—the first for six weeks. There is not very much news here to write about now. I suppose Mr. Featers feels large since he [ ] the McElroy’s…[remainder illegible]


Letter 13

Addressed to Mr. John Baird, Bellefonte, Centre county, Penn.

Camp No. 2 in the field
March 22, 1862

Dear Brother,

I seat myself this morning to drop you a few lines to let you know how I am getting along. We have been moving around since I last wrote to you. There was an advance made a week ago on Centreville, Manassas and Fairfax. The whole Army of the Potomac moved at once. The Rebels left their fortifications and fled and they were taken possession of by our men without firing a gun. They were well fortified at each of the three places. We went to Fairfax and when we got there, they were all gone and we put up for the night expecting to advance on to Bulls Run on the day but the news came to camp that our men had possession of Manassas Gap and then we were ordered back to Alexandria to go on a fleet. But when we got within three miles of the City, we were ordered to pitch tents and it was raining all day so you may guess we put in a pleasant night. For my part, I sat up at a fire all night. We are moved since to another camp and we have got our large tents again. We camped one week in the one horse tents. It beat all the clothes that was throwed away when we were on the march—blankets, coats, pants, and clothes of all description. We had our small tents to carry along on our knapsacks.

I sent a box by Express to William before I left the other camp with the rubber blanket and a couple of shirts and a gum blanket. Let me know whether it was received or not. As to whether we will go on a fleet or not, I can’t say for soldiering is very uncertain. You can’t tell one day whether will be the next but my opinion is that we will stay here now till the war is over and never see a Rebel. We are farther away from them mow than we have been since we came into Virginia.

I want you to answer this soon for I have not heard from home for some time. Give my respects to all the friends. Write soon and let me know how Father is gettin along. Tell Sam I will answer his letter some of these days. No more at present but remain your brother, — R. Baird

N. B. Direct as before


Letter 14

[Before Yorktown, Va.]
Camp No. 7 in the woods
April 13, 1862

Dear Father,

I seat myself this morning to drop you a few lines to let you [know] that I am still enjoying good health. We are now in Warwick county, Virginia. We have been moving around considerable since I last wrote. We have not received any mail for two weeks and I feel anxious to hear from home once more. We have been pretty close to the Rebel forts and they are pretty well fortified. They have fortifications thrown up for eight miles in one line and it is right in a swamp and their entrenchments are full of water which makes it impossible for our men to make a charge on them. The only way we can get them out of this place is to shell them out.

The first day we came up to their forts, they shelled them some and they returned fire but there was very little damage done on either side. Our men have not got enough of artillery here to make an attack yet. The two picket lines are so close that the sentinels talk to each other. Some of or regiment was talking to their pickets. They say they won’t fire at our pickets if we don’t. There was one of the 43rd New York Regiment shot one of their pickets a few nights ago and they returned fire and killed two of the 43rd and one of the 6th Maine Regiment. I have not been out on picket myself but when we first came in here, I went out to see the forts. They were most over a quarter of a mile off and while I was standing, they throwed a shell from their fort and it lit within a few rods off where I stood. I think if we get them whipped out of this place, the trouble will be over with them here for they can’t make much of a stand anywhere else except at Richmond and they can be easily whipped out there. There is 50,000 supposedly in these forts here.

I must bring my scribble to a close for the present, expecting to hear from you all soon. I will send this to Fortress Monroe and perhaps it will go and perhaps not for there is no mail goes from camp. We send some with the sutlers. We expect a mail in the evening. They say it come to Smith’s Headquarters yesterday. Give my respects to all the friends. I remain as ever your affectionate son, — Robert Baird

To his Father


Letter 15

[Before Yorktown, Va.]
Camp No. 9 in the Field
May 1, 1862

Dear Brother,

I seat myself this morning to drop you a few lines to inform you that I am well at present, hoping these few may find you all enjoying the same great blessing. Everything is quiet at present except a little firing along the picket firing along the picket line. There was two of our men killed yesterday. They were out of the Wisconsin Regiment and one out of the Maine the day before, and one out of our regiment last Monday. He is one of the Walkers from Wallses Run. He lived not far from the G___ stump. He had a wife & two children. We are camped within a mile of the Rebel forts. Our men have thrown up forts within five hundred yards of their guns. We done it after night. We have rifle pits within two hundred yards of theirs. How long we will be here before there is an attack made is hard to tell.

We got paid off yesterday for two months and there is two months more due us now. It has been four months since we got paid. The pay master says if he has money enough, he will pay the other two months before he leaves the company. I sent $30 along. The preacher took the money to Fortress Monroe to Express it to Dr. Maclay of Millroy. Either you or William can get it. William stated that he was going West. Perhaps he is gone before this. You can get the money by calling or send an order for it. Perhaps you will be over there sometime.

I had a letter from Riddles and one from Robinson. They are all well out there. I have not got any letter from home for some time. I get more from the West than from home. Please answer soon for I would like to hear how Father is getting along. We have a middling good camp. It is a little swampy. We have corduroy beds something like the roads through Jefferson. Perhaps you know how they are like….– R. Baird

To John Baird


Letter 16

Camp near Williamsburg
May 6, 1862

Dear Father,

I seat myself this pleasant morning to inform you that I am well at present after two days hard marching. The Rebels evacuated their forts on Sunday morning and we started after them and marched all day on Sunday and lay in the woods in front of their fortifications all night. In the morning, our brigade made a flanking movement and came in on their right with Wheeler’s & Canady’s [Cowans?] Batteries. The left one of their forts and we took possession of it and the batteries opened fire and we lay in line of battle on the right and left of the batteries. They got a reinforcement from Williamsburg and there was six thousands of them came out in line and made a charge on our brigade. There were only three regiments of us—the 5th Wisconsin, 6th Maine, and three companies of out of the 33rd New York Regiment. We retreated about twenty rods and about faced and when they came within five hundred yards, we opened fire on them. The battle just lasted three quarters of an hour. They then retreated back into their forts. It was a terrible sight to see the killed and wounded on the field. I helped to carry some of them off the field, some with their legs shot off.

There was only one killed out of our regiment, three of Maine, 16 out of Wisconsin Regiment, and about one hundred wounded while there loss was about five hundred killed & wounded and a large amount of prisoners taken. Perhaps you have seen the official account by the papers before this reaches you. Our company had to stand picket all night in front of their forts and I along with the rest, and I feel pretty sleepy today after losing two night’s sleep. The Rebels have all left this place and we are going to follow after so I have not time to write much at present. I will write as soon as we get stopped to camp. Perhaps we will start this morning. My respect to all. From your affectionate son, – R. Baird


Letter 17

Camp no. 14 in the Field
May 17, 1862

To John Baird, dear brother,

I received your letter yesterday and reply without delay. We are all getting along pretty well but have very warm weather here at present. We are encamped on what is called the Lee’s Farm [White House]. It is where George Washington got his wife. It is the best farm I have seen in Virginia. There is about 150 acres in wheat in one field. It is coming out in blossom. We are drilling in it today about 4,000 troops. It is hard to tramp the grain down Lee, that owns the farm, is Colonel in…

…day after the battle [of Williamsburg]. There was heavy losses on both sides. Our regiment escaped well. There was only one killed and one wounded. One regiment lost heavy. There was one regiment went in with nine hundred and they only had three hundred left. Our Brigade only lost about one hundred men while the Rebel loss was seven hundred and fifty. We came in on their right flank and they made a charge on us but we held our position and made them retreat. I saw some of the wounded and prisoners after the battle. They said it was the first battery that they ever saw supported by sharp shooters. They don’t like our guns. I always thought it would put a terror in a person while in a battle, but after the first fire, they don’t think anything about it. But the hardest sight…

…a decided advantage of our ___ and understand between this and Richmond. We are now 23 miles of their railroad. Their fortifications are nine miles this side of Richmond. I expect we will make a forward move before long. There is about 50,000 men on this one place on the Lee Farm. There is very little corn planted here but what is planted is up four inches. We are close to the Pamunky River. The gunboats are up this far and we get our provisions brought up the river. I suppose there is great rejoicing up there about the Merrimac being blown up. Well, I have nothing more particular to write for you get the news faster than we do. I would like to have some of the county papers please.

I wrote you last week but I write more than I receive. Have you received the money I sent? It is in Millroy at Dr. Malley’s. Let me know soon. Direct to Washington as before. No more at present. Give my love to Hannah and the children. I remain your affectionate brother, — Robert


Letter 18

Camp 19 on the Chickahominy Creeks
May 25, 1862

John Baird, dear brother,

It is with pleasure I seat myself this pleasant morning to answer your very welcome letter which I received several days ago. It found me well and I hope these few lines may find you all enjoying the same great blessing. We are now within 7 miles of Richmond encamped along the Chickahominy Creek. The Rebels have all the bridges burnt along the creek and it is very swampy on both sides which makes it difficult for our troops to cross. We can [see] their troops on the opposite side of the creek. It is stated that they have a very strong force between this and the City. We are building bridges along the creek and will make an advance.

We have orders to have three days rations in our haversacks and to be ready to march at a moment’s warning. We have to leave our knapsacks behind and take sixty rounds of ammunition with us. There is no wagons to cross the creek until ordered. There was an order read to each company that there was to be no retreating in the Union army or something to the same purpose. I expect if they stand, there will be some pretty hard fighting done between this and Richmond. There was heavy cannonading on our right and also heavy musketry firing. The reporters say that Stoneman has crossed the creek. I understand there was a heavy loss on both sides but our men made them retreat leaving everything behind them. If it is correct that he is across, we will go soon—perhaps today.

I received the stamps you sent me and am very much obliged to you for sending them. I wrote to [niece] Em a few days ago and gave her all the news. I received a letter from [cousin] D[avid] W. Baird last evening. He is in Louden, Cedar county, Iowa, and is a squire and post master. Both him and his wife is both well. I also had a letter from Robinson’s Mary and the friends are all well in Stephenson County. Give my love to Father and Hannah and the children and all enquiring friends. Write soon for I am always anxious to hear from Father. Direct as before. Yours respectfully, — R. Baird

1862: Albert James Andrews to his Mother

The following letters were written by Albert “James” Andrews [Andrus] (1841-1862) who enlisted at the age of 21 on 12 September 1861 at Potsdam, New York, to serve as a private in Co. B, 16th New York Volunteers—the “First St. Lawrence County Regiment.” James served in the Peninsula Campaign and remained with the regiment until 1 December 1862 when he was taken sick and carried to the camp hospital where he died on 13 December. He was buried at Belle Plain Landing, Va.

James was the son of Winant Andrus (1812-Bef1850) and Eliza A. Vaum (or Vaughan) (1823-1898). By the time of the Civil War, Eliza had taken John C. Butler (1812-1864) as her second husband and had three or four children with him. John Butler also served in the war, volunteering in December 1863 as a private in Co. M, 6th New York Heavy Artillery. Unfortunately he did not survive the war. He died of disease on 26 December 1864 at the Judiciary Square Hospital in Washington D. C. when he was 52 years old. John Butler is referred to as the “Old Man” in these letters.

Letter 1

[Five miles from Richmond]
May 25th [?] 1862

Dear Mother,

It is with much pleasure that I take my pen to let you know that I am well and hope these few lines will find you all the same. We are five miles from Richmond. We had a little fight yesterday. We drove the enemy. We had none hurt. I heard Wm. has gone home. The corn is fit to hoe. The old man is tough as a bear. He is gone into the artillery.

Write as soon as you get this. Tell all the particulars. Try to plant something this spring. I can’t think of anything more to write. Goodbye for this time. — James A. Andrus [Andrews]

Direct your letters to Co. B, 16th Regt. New York


Letter 2

June 26, 1862

Dear Mother,

I now take my pen to let you know what I am a doing and [how] I am a doing. I am well and hope this will find you all the same. We are very near Richmond. We have a good time here and I think that we will be home this fall—perhaps sooner. They are a fighting today. The cannon roars like thunder. They will not find fun as I am sitting by candle light in my tent. I saw the old man today. He is well and tough as a bear. He is camped close to me. I see him every day. He told me to tell you that he would send you some money as soon as he could draw some pay. He did not draw any pay this pay day. I did not get any money but I will have fifty dollars due me when I draw pay next time. But I want to keep my money until I get there. I want to buy that farm when I get home.

Tell William to be a good boy and try to do well as he can this summer. I have a good time here but I would like to be home now.

They are fighting yet. It is after dark now. I will have to stop for tonight. My fingers are getting tired but I will [write] a little more. I want you to tell all the news and what all the folks is a doing up in the woods. I want to tell John that I say that when I get land, that we have a dance and have a good time a hunting. I just stole a large cherrie [pie] from the sutler today, sold it for a little money, and I sent 1 dollar to Edward and George to get them some books so that they can go to school and when I can get some more I will send some more. I want them to learn to read.

Well, I wish you would tell to me more than you do. I have wrote four letters to you and have not had any answers. I want you to write as soon as you get this. So goodbye for this time. From your absent son, — James Andrus

Co. B, 16th Regt. N. Y. S. V.

Ten minutes later. We have just received news from the fight. Our boys have beat the enemy roundly and are within two miles of Richmond. The city of Richmond is ours, or a part of the same.


Letter 3

Camp of the 16th Regt.
July 20th 1862

Dear Mother,

I now take my pen to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well and hope these few lines will find all of the folks enjoying the same. I received your letter last week but did not have time to answer it until now. I was over to the ninety-second today. I saw George C___ and Collier. I think that we will get our discharge this fall.

We had a hard fight the other day but I did not get hurt at all. I sent one dollar to George and Edward to get their [ ] books and will send some more in here if I can get it. I did not send any last pay day. I want to send enough to pay the land when I get home. Tell N__ to pile up the lumber so that it will keep. I want you to tell me all the particulars when you write and what all of the folks are a doing up in the woods. I have wrote many letters and one got one. Write soon as you get this and write often. I gave the old man the letter that you sent him. He is well. He has wrote to you two letters. He will send you some money as soon as he can get. I wrote to [ ] but have not got any answer yet.

Write as soon as you get this and tell all of the particulars. I cannot think of any more now so goodbye for this time. — James A. Andrus

Co. B, 16th Regt. N. Y. S. V.

1862: Jeremiah Downs to his Family

“I have got old abe nailed up to the head of my Bunk,”—the title of a brief biographical sketch of Pvt. Jeremiah Downs prepared by historian Patrick Leary decades ago after perusing and taking notes on eight of Jeremiah’s war time letters. Leary’s sketch reads:

Pvt . Jeremiah Downs

A self-described “mariner” from Newburyport, Mass., Jerry Downs enlisted in the Eleventh Regiment Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry on November 1, 1861, aged 25. Barely three months before, the “Boston Volunteers”—as the regiment was locally known—had lost 8 men at the first Battle of Bull Run, where Union forces had been ignominiously routed. After spending the winter of 1861-62 on picket duty along the Potomac south of Washington, the regiment moved south to join the forces being gathered under General McClellan at Fortress Monroe on the tip of the peninsula formed by the James and York Rivers. McClellan’s plan was to move up the peninsula with an overwhelming body of men and lay siege to Richmond, capturing the Confederate capital and ending the war in one bold stroke. Beginning the march on April 2, the Union army had got only twenty miles along when it was checked at Yorktown by a force of 13,000 men under Confederate General John B. Magruder. By skillfully deceiving McClellan as to the size of the city’s garrison, Magruder prompted his opponent to settle down for a careful siege, thus tying up the 53,000-strong Union forces for an entire month. On May 3, under command of the newly arrived General Johnston, the Rebels evacuated the city, pursued by the Yankees. After brisk skirmishing before Williamsburg on May 4—described by Private Downs in his letter of that date, written in the middle of the all-day artillery exchange—the Union divisions of Generals Hooker and Smith attacked the Confederate earthworks the following morning. Hooker’s division, of which the 11th Mass. was a part, was then attacked by a large force of Rebels; holding its position alone under constant fire for the rest of the day, the division was finally relieved by General Kearny’s division, after having suffered 1,700 casualties and the capture of five pieces of artillery.

After the Battle of Williamsburg, the Confederate forces moved northwest behind the Richmond defenses, while McClellan deployed his forces north and south of the Chickahominy, with his headquarters at West Point, at the head of the York River. Seeing the Union forces thus split, straddling the Chickahominy, Confederate General Johnston attacked the 19,000 Yankees south of the river at Fair Oaks with a Rebel force of 32,000 men. This battle—mentioned by Private Downs in his letter of July 24—lasted two days (May 31-June 1), ended in a draw after Union reinforcements arrived, and cost each side about 6,000 casualties. The rest of that remarkable letter describes in graphic detail the Seven Days’ Battles—Mechanicsville, Gaines’s Mill, Glendale, and Malvern Hill—in which Robert B. Lee’s army, beginning its attack on June 26, pushed the Union forces down the peninsula in a series of ferocious encounters that ended with McClellan’s retreat to the fever-ridden marshes of Harrison’s Landing. Jerry Downs calls it, simply, the “hard times we had coming from Fair Oaks.” The particular battle he describes is probably Malvern Hill on July 1, where Union batteries and infantry repulsed wave after wave of Rebel charges. One of the most severe artillery barrages of the war left 5,000 Rebel dead and wounded lying on the slopes—“sawed ends out” like stacks of wood, in Downs’ painfully graphic phrase.

Jerry Downs was one of many Union soldiers of the Peninsula Campaign
to survive fierce combat unscratched only to be felled by malaria and dysentery at the Harrison’s Landing camp. He was eventually moved to the large Federal hospital at Alexandria near Washington; he was discharged from the army for disability on December 5, 1862, and returned home.”

Jeremiah Downs was the son of Jeremiah (b. ca. 1815) and Abigail L. Downs (b. ca. 1809). According to the 1850 Census, he had one brother, George (b. ca. 1840) and two sisters, Sarah Smith (b. ca. 1832) and Mary Colton (1827). It should be noted that there are other letters by Downs written while he was in the service. Several of his letters appear on Private Voices under Authored Letters although they are transcripts only.

Transcription

Camp near Harrison’s Landing, Va.
July 24th 1862

Dear sister and mother,

I received your letter this morning & was glad to hear from you and that you are well as it leaves me at present. But I have been very sick with the slow fever. I have been in the hospital but now I am in the company and well. I was sick for one month and that since the Battle at Fair Oaks. I have not told you what hard times we had coming from Fair Oaks. We had our position on the left of the whole army till the right of our army got in our rear and then we fell back slowly and the Rebs came after us thinking to drive us, but we whipped them dreadfully. They were so drunk, they came up 1,000 at a time to the mouth of our cannon and we poured grape and canister into them that they were piled up sawed ends out. But now we are in a better place to receive them. We have got forts for nine miles around and the gunboats on the river to protect our flanks and if they come here, they will get a whipping [like] they never had yet since the commencement of the war.

Dear sister, we have fought over the same ground that our forefathers fought and the forts are still here that they made. President Harrison’s house is on the James River where we camped the first day we got here. It has a beautiful view up and down the river, is the house that [Edmund] Ruffin lives in—the first man that fired the first gun against Fort Sumter.

You ask me who wrote the last letter. Well, it was a man by the name of Wordell in our company.

You say give your love to David and William. Well, I will, and they send their love to you and the rest of the family. Also you say that you wish you coulda been here to take care of some of the soldiers. 1 I guess you would get sick of it and go home again. Tell George to stay at home if he can’t earn but 4 cents a day. Tell him not to enlist in the army anyhow if he wants his health. Tell him that the weather agrees with us so we do not mind it now. This is a very healthy place where we are so do not be worried of me being sick. I am just as well as I was six months ago. I have got the letter and paper that you sent me Monday. When you send the box, put anything in that you have a mind to. Please do put in a salt fish and some whiskey.

The directions to send:

Company D, 11th Regiment Massachusetts Volunteers. Fortress Monroe, Va.
Harrison’s Landing
Hookers Division

Ask the expressman to be sure. That is all that I can think [of] now. I will close. Give my love to all. Goodbye. Write soon. From your brother, — Jeremy Downs

1 Jeremiah’s sister, Sarah E. (Downs) Smith volunteered her services as a nurse during the Civil War. She began her nursing early in 1862. Her husband, George, had died in 1854 in St. Thomas, so at 32 yeas of age and a widow, she was readily accepted into the nursing corps. She became a matron in the Trinity Church Hospital in Washington D. C. She eventually died of tuberculosis at the age of 42 which she probably contracted during the war.

Notes from Patrick Leary’s perusal of all eight of Downs’ letters.

Samuel Brown Beatty Civil War Diary 2

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I could not find an image of Samuel but this long lanky soldier probably bore some resemblance to him. Samuel’s tall, slim figure and dark hair no doubt made him appear younger than his actual years. (Megan Kemble Collection)

This diary was kept by Samuel Brown Beatty (1818-1863) of Co. E, 57th Pennsylvania Infantry. Samuel was 44 years old when he enlisted as a private in October 1861. At the time of his enlistment, he was described as a 5 foot 11 inch tall shoemaker with dark eye color and black hair. When he joined his comrades in arms, he left a wife—Susan M. (Walker) Beatty (1823-1899) and at least eight children in Delaware Grove, Mercer county, Pennsylvania. Samuel’s parents were Francis G. Beatty (1789-1872) and Isabella Williamson (1792-1879).

Also serving in the war was Samuel’s oldest son, David “Walker” Beatty (1844-1863)—a member of Co. K, 63rd Pennsylvania Infantry. David’s letters to his mother may be found at the following URL—1861-62: David Walker Beatty to Susan (Walker) Beatty.

An extremely pious man, Samuel often urged his wife to pray for him such as the following passage: “Now I want you to always remember me in your prayers that I may not falter in well doing and that I may be preserved from evil and sin of every kind. That I may be prepared to stand my lot and always be found at my post let that be what it may.” Tragically, Samuel never returned home from the war. He died at the Union Hotel Hospital in Georgetown on 18 January 1863 from wounds that he received in action at the Battle of Fredericksburg on 13 December 1862. Likewise, Samuel’s son Walker died in a Georgetown hospital less than a month later on 7 February 1863 and was interred at the Soldier’s Home Cemetery (Grave 3344).

To read the letters Samuel wrote to his wife, see—1861-62: Samuel Brown Beatty to Susan (Walker) Beatty.

To read the letters written by Samuel’s son, see—1861-62: David Walker Beatty to Susan (Walker) Beatty.


Samuel’s diary with some newspaper clipping and pressed Holly leaves. All entries are in pencil.

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S. B. Beatty’s Memorandum Book. If I should be killed or die of disease, you would confer a great favor by sending this by mail to Mrs. M. S. Beatty, Delaware Grove, Mercer county, Pennsylvania.

January 7, 1862—Commenced nursing in the hospital.

February 18, 1862—Left camp Merced today for the other side of the Potomac and it being very muddy and we had a hards march but got along very well, all but some that got drunk. We got our tents up by dark and slept in them and the mud was two inches deep in them.

Wednesday, February 19th—We were all day carrying brush and fixing up our hospital and it was still muddy and sad but we done the best we could but we had but few in it.

Thursday, February 20th—Nothing of interest today. I am well and saw Daniel Young today.

Friday, February 21st—It is still wet and muddy.

Saturday, 22nd—-The birthday of Washington and we can hear the booming of cannon all around commemorating the day. Nothing of interest.

Sabbath, 23rd—This is the first that I have spent on the sacred soil of Virginia and it was wet and muddy as usual and there was nothing done.

Monday, 24th—It was clear in the morning till about ten o’clock and then there was a shower of rain and the wind rose and it sleeted and it blew a hurricane and blew down all the tents in the regiment and one of our hospital tents and it looked like desolation.

Tuesday, February 25th—It does not blow so hard this morning and we made ready to put our tent and we got it up. I am still well and in good spirits.

Wednesday, February 26th—Got case of varioloid [small pox] in the hospital but I will not run from it but will do my duty and trust my God [that] all shall be well. Nothing else of interest.

Thursday, February 27th—Very busy preparing for inspection. Feel tired but that is nothing new.

Friday, February 28th—The day of inspection. Fixed upon it and got everything ready but they did not come to the hospital at all. Feel all right today, thanks to God for his mercy to me.

Saturday, March 1st [1862]—In the hospital. There was regimental drill today, the seventh time since we left Camp Curtin. In the evening, General Jamison put them through a while and scared our officers and got [ ] up some but they soon got their wits again and then they were all right again. The colonel [William Maxwell] resigned today and left the command.

Sabbath, March 2nd—The Colonel started home this morning and was quite a touching sight to see him bid goodbye to the boys. Got dinner and then went down to the 63rd to see the boys and it snowed like fury for a while. Came back to the regiment, went to prayer meeting, and then came back to the hospital. I feel well in my mind and of course in body.

Monday, March 3rd—The snow is soft with a crust on it and it is foggy and dark. It rained this afternoon. There was regimental drill today and there is a great wonder who will be our Colonel. Nothing else of interest. I am still well. Got vaccinated on Sunday and my arm is some sore and it makes me think of my family at hoe. God has been very gracious to me this day in upholding and comforting me and in drawing me near to Himself. Oh that I may be enabled always to trust Him and take Him for my [ ].

Tuesday, March 4th—It is clear this morning. Our patients are all better in the hospital. Regimental drill this forenoon. Nothing else of interest today. I am well. My arm’s quite sore today. It makes me almost sick.

Wednesday, March 5th—It is clear this morning and cold. It clouded up about noon. I am well today. There was a Captain [Charles W.] Chapman of the 63rd Regt. shot on picket this morning. Nothing else of interest.

A detachment of the regiment consisting of one hundred men, under command of Lieutenant Colonel Morgan, while out upon the picket line beyond the Occoquan, near Pohick Church, on the night of the 5th of March, 1862, was attacked by a party of the enemy. A skirmish ensued in the midst of the darkness, in which Captain Charles W. Chapman, of company K, and Quartermaster James M. Lysle, were killed.” [63rd Regiment Pennsylvania Volunteers]

Thursday, March 6th—It is a fine day and it looks like spring. Our new Colonel came on today. His name is [Charles Thomas] Campbell, Regimental drill as usual.

Friday, March 7th—It is clear but cold and windy. Nothing of interest.

Saturday, March 8th—Clear and fine this morning and I think of going to Mount Vernon today and I went and saw what was to be seen. This is a barren and desolate-looking country. The fences are all out of repair and the land looks poor. The houses are old and small and the barns are miserable. It looks as if there was a curse upon it but it might be a fine country. Mt. Vernon is a fine looking farm but it looks neglected and forlorn. I saw the tomb of Washington and Martha, his wife, and several of his family relations and the old mansion and some trees that he planted and the old garden and the fountain and everything that was to be seen. Came back and feel tired but don’t begrudge my tired legs for it was worth all and more too.

Sabbath morning, March 9th—warm and pleasant-looking. Like spring. There is a general inspection this morning. I am well today. I have been mercifully preserved thus far amidst all the hardships of camp life. I have not been one day sick thanks be to God for his goodness to me and I am still encouraged to put my trust in Him for time to come.

Monday, March 10th—It is raining this morning and it was most of the day. We drew oil cloth blankets for tents when we march. The Division on the right of us moved today and we expect to move tomorrow. Nothing else of interest.

Tuesday, March 11th—It looks like spring. There is some excitement today about movement but i guess we will not move today, The day passed and we are here yet.

Wednesday, March 12th—It is clear and fine this day. There is review today and I went to the Potomac River and it is a noble looking stream. I am well today and in good spirits. There is a report that our army has possession of Manassas.

Thursday, March 13th—It is clear and war and it looks like spring. The spring birds are singing and the leaves are beginning to start on the elders and briers and the grass.

Friday, March 14th—Last night got orders to prepare immediately for a march and today we were all ready for a move but we were not commanded to march and we are here yet.

Saturday, March 15th—There is quite an excitement in camp today about where we are to go but we know nothing about it. But we are to go on steamers down the Potomac somewhere. I am well and in good spirits. We had a very wet day.

Sabbath morning, March 16th—Well and in good spirits. It is fair this morning and there is nothing of much interest. There is still troops coming in for to go down the river. We had preaching today.

Monday, March 17th—we marched to Alexandria and went aboard the Elm City—a large and good boat, the best that is here, and where we are going, I do not know.

Tuesday, March 18th—We are here on the Potomac and when we will leave this, none of us knows. It is just one month today since we crossed the Potomac. I am well as usual. We started down the river about noon. There was nothing of interest until sunset and it was a grand sight to me.

Wednesday, March 19th—A beautiful morning. We are in the Chesapeake Bay and it is so broad that I cannot see land—only on one side, and it looks fine to see so many sails on the water. We landed at Fortress Monroe about sunset and loaded our goods on a horse car, moved them from the wharf and then unloaded them in the middle of the street and I slept for the first time in the street and it rained all the night and the water ran all around.

Thursday, March 20th—Morning, it is still raining and I had to help load the regiment’s stuff and the hospital stuff and then went to hunt the regiment and it was quite a job. After a while, found them quartered in a stable.

Friday, March 21st—Slept in a stable last night for the first time and I did not sleep much. We are just beginning to be soldiers. I am still well and i desire to be thankful for mercies past and the blessing that I now enjoy. The regiment moved their quarters and tented out in the open field in their dog tents and it rained in the evening and I stayed and guarded the stuff.

Saturday, March 22nd—Still on guard till noon and then went to the regiment and then got some dinner. Our quartermaster is a poor excuse. I am well and in good spirits.

Sabbath, March 25th—It is a beautiful morning and is as still as if there was but one regiment here but I believe there is about thirty thousand here and more coming. Nothing of interest till evening. Then it rained. It is quite cold at night.

Monday, March 24th—We got orders this morning to be ready to move again at seven o’clock. The regiment started at eight and we did not get off till about twelve. We went about two miles and pitched our tents. We went through the old town of Hampton that the Rebels burnt last summer. It has been a nice place but it is all burnt. We are about four miles from Fortress Monroe.

Tuesday, March 25th—It is clear and the wind feels cold. I am well as usual. Nothing of interest.

Wednesday, March 26th—It is cloudy this morning and it spit snow this afternoon. I am well and I got a letter from my wife and it was a comfort to me.

Thursday, March 27th—It was clear again this morning and it looks like summer. There is nothing of interest. I am well, thanks to God for His goodness to me.

Friday, March 28th—It is clear and beautiful this morning. I washed some this forenoon and I am in the hospital. I am well and in good spirits. Nothing else but the usual montage of duty.

Saturday, 29th March—The wind is in the east and it’s cold and chilly this afternoon. It is raining and sleeting. It is hard to see the soldiers camped in these small tents when it is cold and disagreeable, Got a letter from A. Walker today.

Sabbath morning, March 30th—It rained all night and when I woke up this morning, I was lying in the water about two inches deep but I am still well. There seems to be no regard for the Sabbath here. While I write, the boys are playing ball and some are building fire places and walling up the front of their tents and some are at prayer meeting and some are lying in their tents.

Monday, March 31st—It is clear and fine this morning. It is as warm as summer today and it makes me feel lazy but I am alright. I am still in the hospital but do not know how long I am going to stay but will know by tomorrow. It is two at night and I am on duty in the hospital.

Tuesday, 1 April—It is clearcut not as warm as it was yesterday. I am going to stay awhile longer in the hospital. I am well but feel sleepy and tired. Went to bed at six.

Wednesday, 2nd April—Up at twelve and I did not sleep more than two hours last night and I feel kind of used up but I am in good health.

Thursday, 3rd April—Morning on duty in the hospital. I feel almost used up for the want of sleep but I am in good health. There is eleven in the hospital today but there is none of them dangerous. This is a beautiful day. We had a thunder shower last night and it started the grass to grow and it looks quite refreshing.

Friday, 4th April—We have marching orders this morning to march on Yorktown. We started at seven and marched to Great Bethel and the Rebels lead left just before we got there and I was very much disappointed in the place. There is but one house beside the Meeting House and the fortifications are but very slight. There is nothing but mud works and we went on about two miles and encamped for the night and slept under the wagon. Slept very well and feel well this morning.

Saturday, 5th April—I am well this morning. Our men started for Yorktown and I saw General McClellan this morning for the first time and he is a very plain looking man but is bold as a lion. It is a bad day for a march. It is raining but I am with the train and we can hear the sound of the cannon ahead of us towards Yorktown as if there was a skirmish. It is twelve and we have not started yet. This evening it cleared up and we have not started with the train yet.

Sabbath morning, 6th April—It is clear and fine. We are here yet and the regiment is some six or eight miles ahead. Our train started at 6:30 o’clock for the camp. This is a very sandy country and there is more timber than in Mercer county and more swamp. We came to the place about noon that the skirmish was yesterday but do not know any of the particulars, We are beginning to soldier it now. It does not seem much like the Sabbath. We had very bad roads part of the way. Got to the camp about sunset and found all safe and sound, The Rebels threw some shells into our camp and killed a few of the artillery horses.

Monday, 7th April—Don’t feel very well today and took some medicine. Got our hospital in big. There is nothing of interest in camp today worthy of note.

Tuesday, 8th April—I am still unwell but am able to attend to my duty. I am very bilious but hope to be all right soon. It is a very wet day and nothing doing.

Wednesday, 9th April—It is still wet and cold. Got orders this morning to move the hospital and it was a hard job for me and the work all fell on [1st Sergt. Thomas O.] Collamore and I. There was about ten or twelve in and they were moved out about one and a half miles and there was no provision made for them and we had no hands to put up our tents and we had to depend on the charity of our neighbors for their night’s lodging but we got along some way. I feel some better now.

Thursday, 10th April—It is cold and spitting snow a little. We are here beside a Meeting House and there has been a Rebel camp here and there is several of their soldiers buried in the graveyard. It is a very flat and wet [place] and I should think unhealthy, I am some better today but do not feel right yet.

Friday, 11th April—It is clear and fine this morning and it is quite refreshing. I am some better today and the boys are all doing well. Our regiment had a skirmish today with the enemy and there was three of them wounded and they killed about fifty or sixty of the Rebels.

Saturday, 12th April—It is still clear and pleasant. All is quiet in camp as if nothing had happened. I am still able for duty. There is nothing of interest thus far.

Sabbath morning, 13th April—It is clear and it makes me think of home that I left and my wife and children and a wish to be with those to spend if but one day with them and enjoy one Sabbath at home. All is quiet this morning. Nothing of interest. Our regiment went out on picket this evening.

Monday, 14th April—Still clear. I am as well as common. All is quiet. Our pickets brought in one prisoner this morning. Nothing else of interest.

Tuesday, 15th April—Cloudy this morning. I am well and feel thankful for my returning health. Our men are in god spirits. It is clear this afternoon. All is quiet except some shells flying back and forth from one camp to the other. Nothing else of interest.

Wednesday, 16th April—It is clear and fine today, It is very warm. I am well and in good spirits. There is some cannonading today. There is no stir in camp. Nothing of moment today.

Thursday, 17th April—It is very warm today, Our men are throwing some shot and shell today at the enemy. Our regiment is out on picket today. We moved our hospital again today. This evening there was the first of our regiment killed by the bursting of a shell. Nothing else of interest. Frederick Varick [of Co. G was killed].

Friday, 18th April—It is clear and would be pleasant if I was at home. It is just one month since we left Alexandria and not much done yet. Our men are besieging Yorktown.

Saturday, 19th April—It is cloudy this morning but pleasant. There is not much a doing. It is raining a little this afternoon. There was a ball threw over our camp. Nothing else of note.

Sabbath, 20th April—It is raining and cold and all is quiet except an occasional cannon shot, I am well. Nothing else of note.

Monday, 21st April—It is raining this morning. I am well. Got a letter from my wife and wrote one to her, All is quiet. Nothing else of interest.

Tuesday, 22nd April—It is clear and beautiful. I am in good health and spirits. There is no fighting today. The soil here is good but it is wet and marshy.

Wednesday, 23rd April—It is still clear and pleasant. All is quiet as if there was no army here. I am as usual. It is a beautiful place here in the woods. Nothing else of interest.

Thursday, 24th April—It is clear and cold this morning. I am well. Drew new pants today. Was down at the regiment today. All is quiet.

Friday, 25th April—It is cloudy and cold and chilly. I am well this morning. All is quiet in camp.

Saturday, 26th April—Is wet and cold. There was a small skirmish this morning and our men took twenty prisoners. Our regiment was called out but was too late. It was wet all day and there was nothing of interest.

Sabbath, 27th April—It is still cold and cloudy. I am well and hope that I may have good health.

Monday, 28th April—It is cloudy this morning. At noon it cleared up and it is pleasant. There is nothing of interest in camp today.

Tuesday, 29th April—It is foggy and dark this morning. Cleared away about ten. Our regiment moved their camp today.

Wednesday, 30th April—It is cloudy this morning. All is quiet as usual. I am well at present. Our regiment on picket. Nothing else.

Thursday, 1st May—It’s warm and foggy. Still in the hospital. I am in good health. Went over to the regiment and was mustered for pay. There is four months pay due us now. All is quiet. The siege is still progressing but silently.

Friday, 2nd May—It is clear and warm. The Rebels are throwing shot and shell quite rapid today. Our men don’t answer them but work away. I am well.

Saturday, 3rd May—There is nothing of much interest yet today, The Rebels are throwing shells pretty rapid this evening and some think they are leaving.

Sabbath morning, 4th May—The Rebels have evacuated Yorktown and our men are on the march to take possession. I am well and in good spirits. Henry Eberman died last night in the Church Hospital and was buried today. We got orders to march about 2. Yorktown is very strongly fortified and I think they missed it by leaving. It does not seem much like the Sabbath to me, one the quiet days at home.

Monday, 5th May—It rained last night and it still rains today. Our Brigade stands to pressure the Rebels this morning and we soon heard firing and it was kept up all day. We do not know the result. The roads are very bad and the road was full of teams all day. Our teams went about two miles. it still rains.

Tuesday, 6th May—morning is clear and there is still more troops coming. Soldiering is hard business. We have different reports about the fight yesterday. our regiment was not in the engagement. We are stopped for the night. I wish we were with them.

Wednesday, 7th May—Is clear and fine. We are about four miles from Williamsburg and no prospect of us getting on today. Some of our army went back to Yorktown this afternoon. Our team stayed. I stayed to guard the balance of the stuff. It is a beautiful day and I would like to be with the regiment.

Thursday, 8th May—It is clear and pleasant. Our teams are here and I am going on to the regiment and I am glad of it. There is very bad roads. We went past the battle ground and it was a strong position. Our men could have held it against one hundred thousand of the best troops but it was a hard fought battle. It is a fine country around Williamsburg.

Friday, 9th May—It is clear and pleasant. We are under marching orders. We started at ten from Williamsburg for some place up river. We saw plenty of rebel clothes thrown away in their flight from us. This is an old town, It was settled long before the Revolution. I saw wheat out in head today. We were all day going six miles. Camped for the night in the road, Went o bed at 12.

Saturday, 10th May—Up at daylight making ready for a march. It does not seem much like the days at home for there is a train of wagons on the move ten miles long. After going four miles through a dense forest of pine to an improvement and it is the best I have seen in Virginia. The road is bad. I am well and wish I was at home to spend the day with my family but I must be contented and act the soldier. I spent last night in the middle of the road and slept very ell. Got to the regiment at sundown.

Sabbath, 11th May—It is clear and warm. Are making ready for a march. I am well and it does not seem much like the day of rest. It is hard to spend the day in the army for there is so much noise and confusion.

Monday, 12th May—Is still clear and beautiful. We are camped on the road forty miles from Richmond. I am well. Got a letter from my wife today. I was glad to hear from home and wish I was ready to go there but that is out of the question.

Tuesday, 13th May—Clear and fine. Up at five. Slept under the wagon. Got orders to be ready to march at ten. All ready. This is a beautiful place. Started at the hour. It is slow traveling in the army. Saw corn four inches high. Marched about one mile and camped for the night and got two months pay.

Wednesday, 14th May—Up at three. Started to march at four. Saw an orchard in the woods and several places where whole farms were overgrown with timbers of quite large trees. This wound be a fine country if it was not for slavery. Marched seven miles, then camped adn pitched our tents and stayed there all night.

Thursday, 15th May—Is raining this morning. Got orders to march at six. Our train went half a mile and I stood about three hours. Saw more land that has been farmed overgrown with timber. Stopped for the night at Cumberland Landing and it is a very nice place. If it was in the North, there would have been quite a town. I am well but partly wet.

Friday, 16th May—It is cloudy but not wet. I am well as usual. Nothing of interest today in camp. I saw some steam adn sailing vessels today. Sent home twenty-five dollars to my wife by Adams Express. Sent it to J. K. Hamblin.

Saturday, 17th May—It is clear and warm. Washed some today. Sent off all the sick today in a boat. I am in good health. Nothing else.

Sabbath, 18th May—Up at five. I am well as usual. It is the quietest Sabbath we have had for some time. There is nothing else of interest.

Monday, 19th May—Our Brigade left—all but our regiment and we stayed to guard the Landing. The name is Cumberland on the Pamunkey River—the south branch of the York river—and it is about 70 miles from the bay and the tide rises at least two feet.

Encampment of Army of Potomac at Cumberland Landing on Pamunkey River, May 1862

Tuesday, 20th May—We are still here. I am not well today but think I soon will be. It is warm and dry.

Wednesday, 21st May—It is clear and warm. I am some better today. We are still at the landing and I do not know how long we will stay here. Commenced to write a letter to my wife today. The Locust trees are white with blossom. All is quiet and nothing of interest.

Thursday, 22nd May—Morning is clear and there is a fine breeze. It is quite refreshing. Wrote to my wife today. I am well and in good spirits and I am thankful.

Friday, 23rd May—Got orders to march at six. All ready and on the march. Went eight miles and pitched our tents and got dinner and then got orders to pull up and be off again all on the march and it is slow going. I saw roses today for the first I have seen. Ten at night. We are still on the road as good boys working for Uncle Sam. Came through a fine country but it is like all the rest of Virginia—cursed with slavery. Fields overgrown with bushes and briers.

Saturday, 24th May—Up at five. Slept by the side of the road. Slept about three hours, Feel all right. it is pleasant. We are ready for a move. Got to the Brigade at nine o’clock. At ten it commenced raining till evening.

Sabbath morning, 25th May—Up at five. I am well, thanks be to god for His mercies to me. Got orders to march. Started at 7 o’clock towards Richmond. Crossed the Chickahominy and camped within 12 miles of Richmond for the night. All is quiet. the same curse rests on the country now. Within ten or twelve miles of the Capitol and it looks like the vineyard of the sluggard.

Monday, 26th May—It is clear and cold for the place. I am well. Got orders to send everything back but the shelter tents and one blanket. I went back with the doctors things across the Chickahominy.

Tuesday, 27th May—It is raining. The teams went back for the rest of the stuff. I am well and would like o be with the regiment. There is about one thousand wagons in sight of this place. There is some cannonading on our right this afternoon. Our regiment is on picket.

Wednesday, 28th May—It is clear and fine. I am still guarding the doctor’s goods four miles in the rear of the regiment. I am well. Wishing the war was over that I could go home to my family. I long very much to see them.

Thursday, 29th May—It is clear. I am still guarding. It is very lonesome away from the regiment. I wish I was relieved so that I could go forward to the boys. I am well. Butter is selling at 40 cents and cheese at 35 and eggs at 40 per dozen. Small round ginger cakes 2 cents apiece adn everything else in proportion.

Friday, 30th May—It is cloudy this morning. I am still on the north side of the Chickahominy guarding the doctor’s traps. I am well as usual. Our Brigade moved back two miles and took up position on the railroad to guard it.

Saturday, 31st May—It rained last night and there was thunder and lightning. All is quiet. Still in the same place. I am well. It is very warm. There is a battle going on in front. it has lasted all afternoon. Our Brigade is called out. there is conflicting reports about the fight.

Sabbath morning, 1st June—It is cloudy and misting rain. The fight has commenced again. It is 5:15 o’clock and it was a hard fight for 5 or 6 hours but our men drove them back. Our army were attacked both days and they fought bravely doing honor to themselves and their country. There was several of our regiment killed and some wounded on Saturday. Today no particulars.

Monday, 2nd June—I am still in the same place. Moved back about sixty rods to get better ground. There is quite a number of our men in. The most of them are wounded in the hand. The river has risen by some means not known to us about two feet so that it is hard for the wagons to cross. All quiet but the water is still up. Nothing else.

Tuesday, 3rd June—I am well and in good spirits. We had a thunder shower last night. It is very warm this morning. We are still away from the regiment guarding the medicine and other hospital stuff. Crossed the Chickahominy and I went to the regiment and slept out in the open air and it rained all night.

Wednesday, 4th June—It is still raining and there is many of our men that have neither blankets nor tents and it seems hard to haven exposed without shelters of any kind. I am well.

Thursday, 5th June—It is still cloudy and cool. there is not much of interest—only that our men are still fetching in the wounded rebels and it is a horrid sight to see men that have lay on the field wounded for four days all fly blown. But war is cruel.

Friday, 6th June—It is cold and chilly and I am very unwell today. All is quiet. Nothing else of interest.

Saturday, 7th June—It is clear this morning. I am still sick. It rained this afternoon. Nothing of much interest in camp today.

Sabbath, 8th June—It is clear and nice. I am in the wood away about 1.5 miles from the regiment and it is the quietest Sabbath I have seen for some time. I am still quite unwell. There is nothing else of interest.

Monday, 9th June—I am still sick. We are going to move the hospital up to the regiment. Started to ride in the wagon but I could not stand it. Got there all safe [but] do not feel any better.

Tuesday, 10th June—It is raining and is quite cold. I am still under the weather. I am able to walk around. Went over part of the battle field and the balls must have flew thick and fast. I saw little bushes not more than two inches through that had sixteen balls in them.

Wednesday, 11th June—It is clear and cold. The Regiment marched back about one mile. All is quiet. i am still not well but think i am some better.

Thursday, 12th June—It is still clear but warm. I am some little better. There was picket firing today. How I wish for the sight of my home and wife and children. I think I would soon recruit up again but it will take me some time here

Friday, 13th June—It is clear and warm. Up at five. Got breakfast and started for the regiment. The Rebels are throwing shells at our men. I am some better but still have that oppression in my left side. I am almost done soldiering.

Saturday, 14th June—It is very warm today and the water is poor and scarce and the land literally stinks and I cannot help but be unhealthy. i am still better and think that I am going to get well. Went to the regiment for a letter but was disappointed again. Did not get any.

Sabbath, 15th June—It is clear and warm this morning. It makes the sweat run free. I am still at the hospital. There is about fifty under the doctor’s care. I am about well now. This is a quiet day. One of the quietest I have spent in the service.

Monday, 16th June—It is clear and cold this morning. I feel quite well, thanks be to God for continual blessings. All is quiet today.

Tuesday, 17th June—It is clear and cold. Up at sunrise. Feel well. I am at the hospital. There is some heavy cannonading on the James River. there is nothing else.

Wednesday, 18th June—It is clear and warm. I am well and able for duty. Wrote a letter to my beloved wife today. There is seventy here under the doctor’s care at this time. All is quiet.

Thursday, 19th June—All is quiet. I am well today, thanks to the Giver of every good for HIs goodness to me.

Friday, 20th June—It is still clear. There is nothing new. The same monotonous life. Oh how I wish I was at home with my family. I am about satisfied with a soldier’s life. It is not the life for me.

Saturday, 21st June—Clear and warm. All is quiet. I am well. Wrote to my wife. There is nothing of interest today.

Sabbath, 22nd June—It is still clear and warm. This is the quietest Sabbath I have spent for a long time. There is no stir of any kind. I am well and think I feel truly thankful to God for His goodness and mercy to me. This evening there was a small skirmish on which the Rebels lost about seven hundred in killed, wounded and prisoners and our men lost in all forty.

Monday, 23rd June—It is warm and beautiful. All is quiet. I am well and able for duty. It rained this evening and there is some picket firing this evening. Nothing else.

Tuesday, 24th June—It is clear but it looks like rain. I am still well and at the hospital we have 92 men here but they are all doing well except three and I think they will get well. There is nothing of interest.

Wednesday, 25th June—It’s clear and pleasant this morning. There was an advance of our army today and there was quite a hard fight but our men drove the Rebels about 1.5 miles and held the position all night.

Thursday, 26th June—All is quiet this morning but it may not last long. I do not know any particulars of yesterday’s fight. I am well and in good spirits. The men are getting along very well. Heavy cannonading on our right this evening is heavy and has continued about three hours. 6 o’clock, the firing still continues. At 9 the firing slackens a little. At 10, it has ceased and there is great cheering. [See Battle of Mechanicsville. Lee lost 1,475 men; Union losses were only 361. But Lee had stunned McClellan, who then began to fall back away from Richmond.]

Friday, 27th June—The cannonading has commenced at three o’clock and it has continued till four in the evening. I am well and on duty at the hospital. [See Battle of Gaines’ Mill]

Saturday, 28th June—There was some picket firing last night. All is quiet this morning. Got orders to move our hospital to the Division Hospital. Moved there and put up our tents. Got orders to move again. Traveled all night.

Sunday, 29th June—Put up our test and got our sick in them. There is some very sick. Our men were retreating before the enemy. They are going to James River this morning. There is some fighting today on the right and there was some slaughter on both sides. [See the Battle of Savage’s Station]

Monday, 30th June—This morning aroused at there and ordered to be ready for a move. Ready and started and the rebels followed close in our rear and they had our army drove back. The enemy got to the river.

Tuesday, 1 July—This morning the wounded men begin to come in and I had a very busy day helping to dress the wounds and there was a great many that could not be attended to.

Wednesday, 2 July—There was a general move of the army this morning and the surgeons all left last night and gave no orders what to do with the men and we all left as I was only a volunteer. I thought I would not stay but go to my regiment.

Thursday, 3 July—Got orders to move from City Point. Went out about three miles and camped for the night.

Friday, 4th July—All quiet this morning. At ten there was some picket firing and some thought there would be a general engagement but it soon blowed over, Nothing else of interest.

Saturday morning, 5th July—This is a fine day. All is quiet thus far. I am well and with the regiment. Went to the hospital.

Sunday, 6th July—It is a fine day. All is quiet. I am still well. We are still in the woods and it seems the most like the day of rest of any that I have spent for some time.

Monday, 7th July—It is clear and warm. All is quiet. I am in good health. There is nothing else of interest thus far. I am well and in good spirits.

Tuesday, 8th July—It is very warm for us fellows here. It makes us sweat lying in the shade. All is quiet along the line. I am still well and able for duty.

Wednesday, 9th July—Still fine and warm. I am well, all but a little diarrhea,. Got along very well today. Nothing of note.

Thursday, 10th July—Is warm but looks like rain. It rained this evening. I am not very well. Still in the woods. the water is bad. All is quiet.

Friday, 11th July—Cloudy and warm. I am sick this morning but still trying to do all that I can. There is nothing new.

Saturday, 12th July—Moved our hospital today. A new surgeon came to the regiment today. I am well. All is quiet.

Sabbath, 13th July—It is cool this morning. I am well and in good spirits. I feel thankful to God for his goodness and mercy to me. I would like to be at home to spend the day with my family.

Monday, 14th July—It is clear and warm. I am well and feel like staying through the war but that will be some time yet by present appearance. All is quiet today.

Tuesday, 15th July—Clear and warm. All is quiet. There is nothing new today, I am well today.

Wednesday, 16th July—It is very warm today. It makes the sweat run sitting in the shade. I am well. At the hospital. Nothing else of note.

Thursday, 17th July—We had the biggest rain last night I have seen in Virginia. It is warm and sultry today. I am well. All is quiet.

Friday, 18th July—Rained last night again. It is cooler today. Signed the pay roll. I am well. Nothing else of note.

Saturday, 19th July—It is cloudy and warm. Got my pay $52 and sent $50 home to my wife. All is quiet. Nothing else.

Sabbath, 20th July—This is a fine morning. I am well. Wrote a letter to my wife. It is a very quiet day. All is quiet and no alarm of any kind.

Monday, 21st July—Up at five. It is very warm. All is quiet. There is nothing doing.

Tuesday, 22nd July—It is cloudy and pleasant this morning. I am well. Our sick are doing first rate. All is quiet in camp. Our regiment’s out on picket today.

Wednesday, 23rd July—There is nothing of interest. I am well as usual.

Thursday, 24th July—Our regiment moved their camp today. I am well. Nothing else.

Saturday, 25th July—It is still clear and warm. This evening it rained. It is cooler since.

Sabbath morning, 26th July—This is a beautiful day. I am well, thanks to the Giver of all good for His goodness to me.

Monday, 28th July—Morning 5 o’clock, I am well. On duty today in the hospital. We have two more nurses today and I will not have it quite so hard.

Tuesday, 29th July—It is clear and warm today. There is three very sick men here today. I am all right and on duty.

Wednesday, 30th July—It is still warm. I am well, thanks to God for His goodness to me. There was one died in the hospital today.

Thursday, 31st July—All is quiet. There is some sick here in the hospital. One more died today.

Friday, 1st August—It is cloudy and cool this morning. There was an attack on our gunboats last night about 1 o’clock but it did not last long. All is quiet now.

Saturday, 2nd August—It is clear and pleasant and all is quiet, I am well and on duty at the hospital. Our sick are doing very well. Nothing else.

Sabbath, 3rd August—It’s cloudy and threatens rain. There was another man died today. All is quiet. There is nothing worthy of note.

Monday, 4th August—It is cloudy and warm at noon clear. I am well. All is quiet yet. There is nothing of interest today.

Tuesday, 5th August—It is warm and almost insufferable. We sent off some of our sick today. I am well. There is nothing else.

Wednesday, 6th August—It is very hot today. All day fixing up our hospital. I am well. Nothing of interest.

Thursday, 7th August—All is quiet. There was some of our prisoners returned last night. Wrote a letter to my wife today. I am well.

Friday, 8th August—It is very warm and that is no name for it. It is hot! I am well. All is quiet. There is nothing of interest. Captain Maxwell us under arrest for disorderly conduct.

Saturday, 9th August—Ordered to move. Went about half a mile. Al fixed up. I am well.The captain came back this evening.

Sabbath, 10th August—All doing well at the hospital. All is quiet. This is one of the stillest days i have seen since we left Washington.

Monday, 11th August—All is bustle and confusion. We got orders to be ready for a move at two. I am going to stay with the sick and I expect to go to Richmond in a few days as a prisoner.

Tuesday, 12th August—The regiment has not moved yet. They are ready at a moment’s warning. They do not know where they are going. I am well and in good spirits.

Wednesday, 13th August—Our regiment was put into Birney’s Brigade. All our officers come back. It is cool and pleasant. We have not marched yet. We are still here yet and no hopes of us getting any.

Thursday, 14th August—It is clear and warm this day. Still here and I think will be sent off before the regiment yet. I am well.

Friday, 15th August—Got orders to move at four in the morning. All ready and on the way. Marched ten miles down the James river. Camped for the night 1.5 miles from the county home [?]. Nothing of interest. I am well.

Saturday, 16th August—Marched at five in the morning. Marched ten miles again 11 o’clock to the Chickahominy. Stopped for dinner. Camped there till the next morning. There was nothing of interest. I am well.

Sabbath, 17th August—It is clear and cool at five and got breakfast. We are within 20 miles of Williamsburg. 7 o’clock got orders to march. went ten miles out of the direct road, We marched twenty-one miles. I am pretty tired but well.

Monday, 18th August—On the march at six. Feel all well. Marched to Williamsburg. The roads fine and the men march well. Camped for the night. Slept in the open field.

Tuesday, 19th August—Up at four and got breakfast. Got orders to march at seven. It is a desolate looking place here. On the march. Passed over the old battle ground. It looked quite familiar, Got to Yorktown at seven. Camped for the night.

Wednesday, 20th August—It is cloudy and cool Seven and not on the move yet. Moved at ten. Got on board boats to go down the river, Nothing else of note.

Thursday, 21st August—Steaming down the York river. It makes me feel sorry to retreat and leave all the ground that we had gained. This is a noble river. Cast anchor at the mouth of Aquia Creek for the night.

Friday, 22nd August—Started down the river. Got to Alexandria at nine. I am well but feel sleepy. I have slept but little for three nights. It looks like home here. Landed near our old camp after an absence of more than six months. Went on the cars and started for the Shenandoah. All night on the road.

Saturday, 23rd August—Got off the cars at Warrenton Junction and camped for the night.

Sabbath, 24th August—Got orders to move. Went back to the station and then moved along the railroad five miles and camped.

Monday, 25th August—Still in camp resting and rest is sweet to the weary. We are almost worn out with fatigue but my health is good, thanks be to God for His goodness to me.

Tuesday, 26th August—It is clear and fine. Still in the same camp. I am well. Think long to hear from home. I have not wrote home for two weeks and there has been no chance to mail a letter. Marched two miles and camped for the night on a very fine farm.

Wednesday, 27th August—I am in good health. Have orders to march at any minute. On the march. Started back on the same route we came. Marched hard all day and went about 24 miles and camped for the night.

Thursday, 28th August—Up at two. Started for Manassas. Got there at 11 and we had a hard march, It was warm and we marched from seven till eleven without halting fifteen minutes and our men were very much fatigued. At three started for Centreville. met the Rebs. No harm done. Went on and camped in the town for the night. Put at three and on the march at five.

Friday, 29th August—Started for the Rebs. Had quite a fight. It lasted from eleven till after night. It was near the old Bull Run Battle Ground but we worsted the Rebs. [See Second Manassas]

Saturday Morning, 30th August—Our regiment had quite a little skirmish and there was two or three wounded. There was a solid shot went within one foot of my head. Retreated back to Centreville. It was a hard march. We waded streams up to our hips and camped about 11 at night.

Sabbath, 31st August—We are still at Centreville. Saw Walker today. Stayed all day.

Monday, 1st September—Left Centreville this afternoon and had quite a fight but we drove the Rebs and lay all night on the field till three in the morning. [See Battle of Chantilly]

Tuesday morning, 2nd September—At Fairfax Court House. Got breakfast, then started and went to Fairfax Church, thence to the railroad station, then turned to the right and marched till night and camped.

Wednesday morning, 3rd September—18 miles from Alexandria. Started at five, marched by Pohick Church. Got to Alexandria at 12 and camped for the night. I am well. Nothing else of interest.

Thursday, 4th September—I am well. Still in camp and it looks as if we were going to stay a while and I hope it may be so. On guard today. I feel very much fatigued. My feet is so sore I can hardly walk. Nothing else of importance.

Friday, 5th September—Still in camp. I am well. Nothing else of importance.

Saturday, 6th September—I am well. On guard today. Again it sets pretty hard on me for I have not been used to it. I have been in the hospital but the regimental hospital is broken up and all the nurses are sent to the ranks, It is almost eleven months since I left [home] and seems as if I would never see it again. But I still live in hopes that i get home some of these days but it looks dark at this time. But it may be all for the best. Now I want you to keep this till I get home for I want to see it and I can tell you a good many things that I did not write. So no more nonsense. Good evening. From your husband, — S. B. Beaty

August 25, 1862—Within five miles of Warrington Station, Virginia
Dear Susan, as we were not on the march today, I thought I would write a few lines to let you know that we have left the Peninsula and abandoned all the ground that we have been fighting for for the last six months for which so many of our brave soldiers have lost their lives. We started on our march Friday the 15th and we marched every day for five days and my feet got very sore and my heart was sad to think that we had to retrace our steps and take a new start. I think it was a grand mistake in somebody—our going there at all—for it has cost a great many valuable lives and gained nothing by it. But we have proven to the world that the Army of the Potomac will fight and that they never leave the ground without orders.

On our march we went over the battle ground of Williamsburg and saw the old encampments at Yorktown and we slept under the guns of the old fort that we besieged so long. It looked quite natural. Then we went on board the boats and went down the York river into the Bay and then went up the Potomac to the City of Alexandria and landed near our old camp. On the same day we landed, we got on the cars and started for Pope’s army and we were so crowded that I could not sleep for three days and nights and I was almost used up. But on Saturday night, we got off the cars and camped for the night and I slept very well.

On Sabbath we marched six miles and camped in a very nice grove and we are resting today and rest is sweet to the weary.

August 26th—We are still encamped in the same place and we can hear the sound of battle to our right but we will not be in this fight. Our regiment is in General Birney’s Brigade now and we get along better than we did in Robinson’s. I have not seen Walker since we left Yorktown but he is still in the same Division with us yet and he was well when i last saw him and I hear from him often. This is a better country here than the Peninsula. Still the curse of slavery rests on it too and the fences are all gone, the fields all untilled, the forest is all destroyed, and it looks like a desolation.

August 27th—This morning we took the back track and we had a hard day’s march and it sets hard on me as we are not rested yet but we will have to try and stand it. We marched about 21 miles and camped for the night. Started the next morning at four and out it through till eleven o’clock and we stopped two hours and we have been expecting a fight all day but the Rebs are still on the move and we will still follow them up, We went across Bull Run and formed a line of battle and stood a little while and then started for Centerville, Got there about ten at night and camped. Up at three and ready for a march. We look for a fight and it is fight or die now with both armies. Still we have one side open yet.

Now Susan, we have had a hard time of it, having been on the march every day for six days, but we are not out of heart yet for we have every confidence in our General Kearny but he only commands one division and that is but a small portion of the army.

August 29th—Moved up to the battle ground today and there was quite a hard fight but we lost none of our regiment.

August 30th—This is the second day of battle and it was a terrible day to those that were engaged. It was one continual roar of artillery mixed in with musketry. Our division was not engaged but the cannon balls flew thick around us but there was but few of us hurt. There was one came within less than a foot of me but I suppose you know more about the battle than I can tell you. But still I think I can tell you something when I get home that you have not heard.

September 19th [1862]—Dear Susan, I am still alive and notwithstanding the hard marches that we have went through, sleeping on the ground in the open air, and in the rain. We were at Alexandria four or five days after the fight at Bull Run. On Monday night we left for the land of Mary. We are now near Balls Bluff on the Maryland side watching the Rebs to keep them from making a raid into the country. We marched 60 miles in two days and a half and it set hard on us. My feet and legs are so swelled that I can hardly get on my shoes at all but they are not sore—only stiff. But I am in good health and spirits. I have great reason to be thankful to God for his goodness and mercy to me. Since I left home, I have not been one day but what I have been able to take care of myself and I still put my trust in Him for life and health.

September 22nd—I am still well. We are doing picket duty. Our company was out yesterday. We did not see any Rebs. There is none of our brigade here but our regiment. I hope we may be left here for some time as it is a nice place and out of danger. Now I suppose you think that I do not write very often to you but my excuse is the want of time and chance of sending letters as we are on the move almost every day. I have wrote you two letters since we left the Peninsula and I sent you five dollars in each letter and I have not got any letter from you for a month. But we expect a mail today and I think I will get one then. Write often to me for I think the time long. No more. Goodbye. Your husband, — S. B. Beaty

1862: Ira E. Morse to his Siblings

I could not find an image of Ira but here is a tintype of John L. Cleveland of Co. B, 3rd Vermont Infantry

The following letters were written by Ira E. Morse (1837-1862) of Co. D, 3rd Vermont Infantry. Ira enlisted on 1 May 1861 and was mustered into the regiment on 16 July 1861. He received a gunshot wound on 16 April 1862 at Lee’s Mills, Virginia, but recovered only to die of disease on 29 November 1862. It appears that Ira, weakened from chronic diarrhea, had fallen out of the ranks while on a march and that a Boonsboro, Maryland, resident named Cornelius Wertz found Ira by a tree in the woods near his home and took him in and cared for him until he died. He was buried “in front of the church in Boonsboro where several Union soldiers had been buried.” David Trull claimed to have received Ira’s diary and bible from Mr. Wertz and delivered them to Ira’s parents.

Ira was the son of David Morse (b. 1807) of Charleston, Vermont, who was said to be physically unable to support his family financially. David and his wife Fanny’s net worth in 1860 was only $400 and they had come to rely on the money that Ira sent home to his family. By the time of his death, Ira had sent home $200 between his wages and the bounty he received for enlisting.

While researching Ira, I discovered in the “Widow’s Pension” claim filed by Ira’s mother following his death, that two of Ira’s letters written during the Peninsula Campaign in the summer of 1862 had been sent to the Pension Office as proof of Ira’s having sent money home to his parents for their use. I have transcribed these and added them with the 3rd Letter describing the Battle of Antietam.

Letter 1

Dixie Land
June 13, 1862
Camp at Fair Oak, Va.

Dear Parents,

I received your letter last night & was very glad to hear from you & now I seat myself in my little tent to write a few lines to let you know that we (Port & I) are well and hope that these few lines will find you the same.

We have crossed the Chickamoniny Creek at Fair Oaks on the grapevine bridge. We are now encamped on a hill on the south side of the creek. Our regiment is detailed out to build a bridge across the crick. The rest of the [Vermont] Brigade is 1.5 miles ahead. There is heavy cannonading up there this morning. Our picket is so close to the Rebs that they have to post themselves in the night & lay flat on their bellies until the next night. Our men are a building forts all along the lines. We shall have Richmond before long.

This is a very pretty place here. It is all oak on the hills and pine in the swamps. The niggers is as thick as the hair on a dog. One old nigger is 106 years old. Little niggers from 10 to twelve will carry a pail of water on their heads and not touch a hand to it.

I am sorry to hear that Dan ain’t so well. I don’t think he had ought to work at all. You may take any of my money that you need and use it and get Dan some clothes too if he needs them. I don’t want any of my folks to suffer as long as I can work. We probably shall be paid off again before long & then I shall send home some more.

I see in the papers that the Mississippi River is open now.There was a great fight here the last day of May & the 1st of June. The Rebels got licked. The loss was great on both sides. The Vermont boys weren’t in it but we could hear it. There is nothing more to write—only direct as before. So goodbye from your son, — I. E. Morse

I wrote this in a hurry.


Letter 2

Camp near Berkeley’s Landing, Va.
July 6th 1862

Dear Parents,

I received your letter the third. I was very glad to hear from you. i now take this opportunity to write you a few lines to let you know that Port and I are well and I hope that these few lines will find you the same & to let you know where we be & how we come here. Probably you have heard of our skedaddle before this time and are anxious to hear from us.

Well, first of all I will say that them postage stamps was all right.

Thursday the 26th of June, a battle was fought on our right & we got news that our boys was a licking them. Cheers after cheers was given all along the lines. We was paid off the same day & Port & I sent home our money the next day by the pay master…

Well. Friday the 27th we was all under arms & marched up onto the hill into some rifle [pits] by a little fort that we had built to support a battery & the pickets. We had not been there long before the artillery on both sides began to fight. It was the hottest place that I ever see. I see that some of our batteries throwed shell over across the crick to the Dr. Gaines’ farm & I could see rebel troops & further around to the right I could hear fighting & hard fighting too.

And then I began to think that there was something up. Our artillery silenced the rebel guns. In the afternoon we went down & tore up a bridge that some of the nigs built across the creek & there I had a fair view of a battle. Our men drove the rebs & then the rebs drove our men & they kept up just so all day and then our men give up the battle & come back across the creek. We stood to the bridge that night to keep they rebels from coming across. The next day—that was Saturday—our troops wrecked the rebels all out and took a lot of prisoners. We was completely cut off twice but forces come up in the rear from the James river and drove the rebels back. The 2nd day we arrived at this landing. It rained all day hard & the mud was half a knee deep & we all got wet as rats & our legs was all mud up to our bodies.

The next day the rebels got into a hill and began to shell some of our camps. The cavalry went up and drove them off & took their guns & then we loved to the place that we are now. We lost everything on this retreat almost. We are a building a fort here. There is not much danger here. Our front is only 5 miles long. The gunboats is right in sight of some of our camps. They protect our flanks. I said that we had no one hurt in our company but one of our boys has not been seen since the Battle of Sunday night at Savage Station. I am a going to send 3 gold dollars in this letter. There is nothing more for me to write. So goodbye. Please write soon. From your son, — I. E. Morse

Direct as before.


Letter 3

Camp near Hagerstown, Maryland
October 13, 1862

Dear Brother & Sister,

It is with pleasure that I can have time to write you a few lines to let you know that I am some better than I have been. I had had the diarrhea for two months but I am on the gain now. I shall be all right before long now.

We are to Hagerstown a doing guard duty. You have probably heard of our big fight here so I can’t tell you any news about that. I was sick about this time so I was in the rear but I went all over the battlefields. Our brigade drove them over the Blue Ridge. The 4th regt. was skirmishers & they done a most all the fighting on this ridge. They give it to them Rebs good. They took two guns and drove them all out of sight.

The valleys here is full of all kinds of fruit & corn & wheat. The farms is as pretty as I ever see in old Vermont.

Ira’s account of the battlefield—the stench, the unburied soldiers and animals, & the houses filled with wounded are described in detail in Steven Cowie’s new book, “When Hell Came to Sharpsburg”

The Battle of Sharpsburg was an awful slaughter. Our Brigade lay on their bellies 36 hours under a raking fire of the enemy [guns]. 1 John Stanton was shot through the heart. He was all the one that was hurt in our company. Every house & old barn and shed was full of wounded. The fields was full of dead. We passed across the battlefield en route for this place three days after the fight. It stank awfully then. The dead was not nye all buried. They burnt a lot of them.

We have got a good place to stay now. The citizens bring in a lots of good provisions & sell it cheap too. It has cost me some money to live since I have been sick. The government don’t furnish one thing that a sick man can eat. We are to the head of a large spring. The water that comes from it carries two grist mills & two saw mills & several small shops.

Tell Dan to be saving of his money for we shall need it sometime more than we do now. Tell him to let father get his clothes and have mother mail them. Direct to Washington. From your brother, — I. E. Morse

1 The 3rd Vermont, being in Brooks’ Brigade, left its camp in Pleasant Valley at 6 A.M. of the 17th, crossed the Antietam at Pry’s Ford and reached the field about noon. It was ordered to the support of Sedgwick’s Division, Second Corps, on the Union right but, before getting into position, was ordered to the support of French’s Division and formed in Mumma’s Cornfield, on ground vacated by the 14th Connecticut, its left connecting with French, its right resting on Mumma’s Lane, facing south parallel to and about 170 yards from the Bloody Lane. It was subjected to a galling fire of both Artillery and Sharpshooters, causing some loss. It remained in this position until the morning of the 19th.

1862: Charles G. Coffin to Donald A. Pollard

How Samuel might have looked

This tag team letter was penned in July 1862 after the disastrous Peninsula Campaign and captures the disappointment and frustration of the majority of the folks at home in the Northeastern states of the Union. The letter was written principally by Charles G. Coffin but a page and a note were also added by George P. Brown and one other whose name was obliterated by a tear in the paper. It is believed that George P. Brown was a “clerk” in New York City and his home in 1862 was on 51st North Second Avenue. I was not able to identify Coffin.

They addressed the letter to their friend, Don A. Pollard in Baltimore. Whether he was a resident of Baltimore or only passing through there on a business trip or for some other purpose is unknown. It is my hunch that the men were either business associates or former college classmates.

Transcription

New York [City]
Tuesday, July 15, 1862

D. A. Pollard, Esq.
Baltimore,

I received your favor of the 6th current and now propose a kind of answer, but what kind, I cannot tell. To answer a letter properly, one must be in good health & spirits. While I am tolerably well, I am not in good spirits. I am not satisfied with the war prospects in Virginia. I consider the delay in occupying Richmond a most unfortunate matter. Much more of such kind of work or the lack of military talent in the operations on the Potomac and indeed throughout the last nine months of the war on and about Virginia has been one to do as little hurt as possible to the enemy. Such a weak & senile course must lead to ruinous results; nothing less than independence to the rascally South but ill will of Europe super added.

“For my own part, it seems to me that the parties in power have never thought of this war as anything more than a kind of riot. It seems as if they were fearful of hurting the feelings of the Rebels.”

— Charles G. Coffin, NYC Businessman, 15 July 1862

The ill will of Europe I do not value only as it is calculated to subserve the purposes of the rebels. For my own part, it seems to me that the parties in power have never thought of this war as anything more than a kind of riot. It seems as if they were fearful of hurting the feelings of the Rebels. Why had they not called out the 500,000 men that I have talked of so long and have marched without stop or hindrance throughout Rebeldom hanging every leader and his friends as they meet? It is of little use to put a large army on the Potomac to lie 5 months in idleness and then lead them out to be murdered.

Why had not the army been hurled on Manassas, killed & captured half the Rebel army and taken its cannon? Because there was wanted someone who had a spark of generalship in his composition which ours had not. Though I stand alone, my view of the proceedings of all the Generals is that they have been faulty. They have all declined & spurned the advantages that they had within their reach and the victories, so called, have been attended with results but partially favorable. Fremont first always, Hunter next, are the only two who seemed to start right and had they been met with the proper feeling by the Government, all would have been well. For the great lack of military skill, the Nation, notwithstanding its great sacrifices, is drifting towards the abyss of ruin of divided opinion.

I want Congress to remain at its post. I want some one hundred monitors built. I want instructions given to our generals to live on the enemy, kill & capture all they can, and set every negro free, granting a pass & pointing him to the North Star, inflict all the hardships that was will justify or excuse.

And I would hang Mayor Wood, James Wood (bery), Vandamningham, &c. at the corner of every street, and any woman who lent her sanction to the Southern Rebellion should find a dwelling place inside of some prison walls and all foreigners who supported the Rebel cause in any way I would compel to remain 40 miles above the water or leave the country.

I wish I could find some general who has military education with a spark of Napoleonic stir. Then I should have some courage as to results. This matter has made me too mad to write more. We are to have a demonstration today & I hope it will be a rouser. I shall lend my all to kill traitors to the country. All well & remain very truly yours, — C. G. Coffin

Our mutual friend whose name is at the bottom of the last page has kindly allowed me to scratch you one work after expressing my satisfaction that you are in good health and heart, I have to tell you that I do sincerely subscribe to the substance of all Coffin has just written. I have changed my opinion of McClellan. Think he has been much overrated, that he has every quality of the soldier except the very one we gave him most credit for—viz: General. The proof of this I find in the fact that it took him so long to find out that the Chickahominy Swamp was not the best base of operations. By this culpable ignorance, there has been thousands on thousands of lives and millions of property scarified needlessly. But I think I hear you exclaim, how egotistic of me to criticize the military moves of skilled & experienced military men. Perhaps I deserve this, but it is pardonable for us all to have an opinion. Is it not a little singular that the man (General Benham) should in his first movement with an independent command have so egregiously blundered. I should like to hear from you upon these points.

Yours &c. [signature destroyed by paper tear]

July 16, 1862

Friend Don,

Not agreeing entirely with the above, I leave “old time” to determine. The meeting spoken of by G. C[offin] was a big thing. Union Square and Sam Kellingers were full. Probably the most uninteresting news I can write is your work is all up, balances got—and all o.k. Your particular friends D.H. H. & Savage are hearty. Yours truly, — G. P. Brown

G. Coffin desires me to say that the only prominent man enquired after in the crowd of yesterday was John C. Fremont. — G. P. B.