1861: Blydon H. Boyce to his “Dear Niece”

I could not find an image of Blydon but here is one of Leonard W. Gaddis who also served in Co. G, 25th OVI (Photo Sleuth)

This letter was written by Cpl. Blydon H. Boyce (1836-1899) of Co. G, 25th Ohio Volunteer Infantry (OVI). Blydon was the son of William Boyce (1791-1858) and Hannah Rice (1795-1867) of Sharon, Schoharie county, New York.

Blydon enlisted as a private on 18 June 1861. Co. G was recruited from Seneca, Muskingum, and Jefferson counties in Ohio. During their service they saw action in such battles as 2nd Bull Run, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, Fort Wagner, and Honey Hill. Blydon was wounded in the Battle of Chancellorsville but survived. He lived out his days in Arkansas after the war.

Blydon wrote the letter to his niece but does not state her name. He also does not give the location or date of his letter but based on the content and the patriotic stationery used, my hunch is that it was written in the fall of 1861.

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

The unusual patriotic stationery used includes the phrase, ” Roam Over Every Mountain and Plain,” — “Union Forever.”

My Dear Niece,

I acknowledge the receipt of a few lines from you enclosed in your mother’s letter which was gratefully received. We soldiers welcome every message which comes, as it were, from the outward world having (after the usual military plan) a cordon of sentinels around our camp which regulates our intercourse with the world outside. Our opportunities for seeing specimens of the fair sex are quite limited indeed, and when one makes their appearance in our midst, we gaze upon her with all the amazement and inquisitiveness that would do credit to a long haired celestial when a foreigner intrudes upon their sacred soil.

We had a call yesterday from a couple of ladies, the wife of one of our officers and a single lady who happened to come into our barracks as we were dining. We were taken entirely on surprise. You ought to have seen the flutteration it caused for we were after the usual nonchalance and negligee which characterize our sex when alone and uncontrolled by the fair sex, carelessly masticating our bacon and hard bread and rehearsing some warlike operations. Our table being nothing but two rough boards sustained on legs, our seats to match, and our table (minus) the porcelain and silver spoons; but in their places, tin plate, tin cup, knife and fork and pewter spoon comprising the sum total of our table furniture. And then the surroundings matched; which reminded one of the primitive ages. Our beds were steamboat fashion, one rising above the other on one side of our barrack, capable of reposing 18 men, with a hard board to lie upon with simply a blanket beneath and a blanket to cover us, and our door and windows to correspond, a space in front left sufficiently large for the egress and ingress of its inmates, and holes cut out the sides and ends to let in the sunlight and fresh air. And thus you have a miniature description of our barracks and condition of things when those ladies, aforesaid mentioned, called upon us.

We had nothing to do, however, but to make apologies and with all the courtesy and gallantry we were in possession of, let them depart, not forgetting to give three cheers for their patriotic and benevolent feelings in the way that they have provided for us, havelocks and other comforts. Hurrah! I say for the patriotic ladies of the present crisis, when in glorious and gallant imitation of the women of revolutionary memory, they make themselves useful by their efforts and labors to fit out the soldiers for war, when wives part with their husbands, lovers with their affianced mothers from their sons and their relatives and others who depart from the social circle with a “God be with you!” Who cannot be inspirited and encouraged when far away by such reflections?

Woman, though the first to yield to the tempter in the Garden of Eden, are now and have been from time immemorial the first to make amends for their transgressions, are always found, with few exceptions, upon the right side. I cannot wish them any better fate than I trust the war will be short, and they will all be permitted to return home ( the young and unmarried men) and that every unmarried lady will unite her fortune and heart to a husband who will ever love, cherish, and protect them in their position as wives.

If I mistake not, dear niece, you intimated to me some time ago in your letter that you had found a congenial companion who you thought could make you happy and in fact, I almost expected to have addressed you by another title by this time. Please write about the matter aforesaid. Consider me not, I entreat of you, intrusive upon this matter for such matters must be talked of and rehearsed as much as matters of food and clothing, for the Creator who first ordained a similar condition of things for all coming time until this world ceases to be. You may rely upon me as a confidant for separated as I am by a thousand miles, I shall not be apt to annoy by divulging any secrets.

I have, notwithstanding all the privations and hardships which have to be endured here, had excellent health and enjoyed myself excellently well, animated as I am by patriotism and the righteousness of the present cause, and as confident as I am of the approval of Almighty God in this present struggle, I feel as though I could wade through fire and sword, if necessary, for the redemption of our happy land to its wonted peace and quietness though unaccustomed to a soldier’s life and quite sensitive to pain and ingratitude on the part of my fellow man.

I now have so far entered heart and soul into this present struggle that I begin to handle the instruments of death as familiarly and as playfully as the child handles its toys, and I expect that the opened mouth canon belching forth its missiles of death and destruction have no terrors for me for I foresee such a procedure will have to be gone through before peace and quietness is restored, that God in his infinite mercy will make all these afflicting dispensations will make them redound to His glory and for the spread of His kingdom is my sincere prayer.

Please give my respects to all the friends and write all the important news from “Old Schoharie.” I will write my address on a separate slip of paper so you will know my address, Your affectionate Uncle, — Blydon H. Boyce

1862: John Finegan to Dorcas A. Sprowls

The following letter was written by Pvt. John Finegan of Co. E, 85th Pennsylvania. It was written from Fort Good Hope, described by one member of the regiment who wrote an anonymous letter on 20 February 1862 to the Monongahela Valley Republican, as one “the largest and most important [forts near Washington D. C.]…Our regiment has charge of many of those fortifications; sixty men under command of Lieutenant are each day detailed for guarding there, the furthest from camp being distant about five miles. Our camp is rather pleasantly situated and our men have generally fared well. Six deaths have occurred among them since we left home nearly three months ago; there are only sixteen cases in the hospital at present.”

“The 85th Pennsylvania was formed in late 1861 in Uniontown, PA.  The men hailed from the southwestern corner of the state.  After building forts on the east side of Washington, D.C. for several months, they found themselves in the aforementioned Casey’s Division, headed for the Virginia, Peninsula.  The 85th PA was in the rear at Yorktown, and only just came up as the fighting was ending at Williamsburg.  They saw their first real combat at the Battle of Seven Pines and it was a devastating blow.  Author Dan Clendaniel offers up a compelling defense of the men and Casey’s larger organization.  They were also involved in the Seven Days and the retreat to Harrison’s landing.  Here their war took a hard left turn when compared to most of the regiments involved in the Peninsula Campaign.  As has been said, McClellan scapegoated Casey’s Division, and they were removed from the AotP and sent to North Carolina for the remainder of 1862, where they were involved in the Kingston Expedition.  They moved to the Charleston area and participated in the Siege of Charleston on Morris Island for most of 1863.  Here the Pennsylvanians were held in readiness to assault Fort Wagner not once but twice, though ultimately they were not sent in after the initial assaults failed. In December 1863, they were then moved to Hilton Head, SC and stayed there until April 1864…

“The 85th Pennsylvania was part of the 10th Corps, Army of the James during these campaigns until mustering out in November 1864. Although not a part of the Army of the Potomac, which they had left in August 1862, they fought alongside that famous unit in these final battles against the Army of Northern Virginia.  The 85th Pennsylvania was at Port Walthal Junction and in the Battle of Ware Bottom Church during the Bermuda Hundred Campaign.  They saw major action at Second Deep Bottom, Chaffin’s Farm, and Darbytown Road during the Richmond-Petersburg Campaign. Members of the regiment whose time had not yet expired when the organization’s veterans mustered out went on to serve at Fort Gregg and in the Appomattox Campaign.” [Source: 85th PA: Such Hard and Severe Service by Dan Clendaniel]

John Finegan (or Finnegan) was a resident of Washington, Washington county, Pennsylvania, when he enlisted on 12 November 1861. He wrote the letter to Dorcas A. Sprowls (1841-1910), the daughter of William Sprowls (1794-1868) and Dorcas Towne (1797-1870) of Washington, PA. Dorcas never married. 

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

John’s artwork

Fort Good Hope
Washington City
February 17th 1862

Dorcas A. Sprowls, respected friend,

I not take it a great pleasure to drop a few lines to let you know that I am well, hoping these few lines may find you enjoying the same great blessing. I received a package from you. It contained one pair of woolen sicks which I did not expect. They are very good and warm. The boys in our mess thinks that you’re all great friends to soldiers. John Dougan [Dugan] received two packages each containing on pair of socks. Cyrus is well. John Dougan is well. All the boys in our mess sends their best respects to all.

Our chaplain [John N. Pierce] has got back again and had prayer meeting and preaching yesterday but I did not go to either on account I was on guard. And besides that, I had a severe toothache.

There has been a great battle down in the South and our good Union men with the help of God has gained a great victory and I do hope and pray that we may soon know what part of the work the Lord has sought out for us to accomplish. He is our guide and director.

I have nothing that is particular to write. I sincerely thank you for the present which you have went to such bother to get up for me—a stranger you did not know—only by me being a friend to your brother. And I will remain his and your friend as long as I am spared on this earth.

Give my respects to your brother and sisters and all enquiring friends. I must bring my letter to a close. I still remain your sincere friend to derath. — John Finigan

Write soon. Direct the same as before. When this you see, remember me, — J. F.

1861: James McCollister to William Brooks

I could not find an image of James but here is one of Pvt. George Hepenstall of Co. G, 2nd Iowa Cavalry (Iowa Civil War Images)

The following letter was written by 29 year-old Pvt. James McCollister of Co. B, 2nd Iowa Cavalry. The regiment was organized in the fall of 1861 and left the State for Benton Barracks, Missouri, on 7 December 1861. They remained on duty there until mid-February 1862. In his book, Hawkeyes on Horseback, author Stephen Z. Starr described the regiment as being composed of  “lawyers, politicians, newspaper editors and businessmen who had been instrumental in raising the regiment. Their single common characteristic—apart from patriotism—was a total ignorance of all things military. For that reason, and with a display of moral and political courage not at all common among state governors, then or later, Kirkwood offered the colonelcy of the regiment to an “outsider,” an officer of the Regular Army, Captain Washington L. Elliott of the Third United States Cavalry.”

James McCollister (1832-1920) was born in Seneca county, Ohio, the son of John McCollister and Rachel Martin. In the 1860 Census he was enumerated in Story City, Story county, Iowa, with his 55 year-old mother, Rachel McCollister. He was married in 1865 to Ruth Amanda. Adams (1840-1880) and resided in Seneca county, Ohio, after he was discharged from the service. He died in Jerry City, Wood county, Ohio, and lies buried next to his second wife, Sarah McLaughlin (1844-1931).

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

Benton Barracks
St. Louis, Missouri
December 29th 1861

Friend William,

It is with pleasure that I sit down this afternoon to scratch you a few lines to let you know that I am still in the land of the living & above board & at dinner was able for my allowance. You han’t any idea how tickled I was when I seen Bill Brooks’ name at the bottom of a letter once more. I am glad to hear that you were well. I did not know whether you had fled from the earth or what had become of you. You say that you did write the last letter. I think likely you did. I suppose the reason I didn’t answer was that I was out of money & postage stamps so you will excuse me. I have been sick for most a week but am able for duty now. I had a very sore throat & bad cold. My throat is about well but my cold is not well yet. There is a great many of the boys complaining the same way. The weather is very changeable here when the days are warm. The nights are cool. I forgot to tell you that I was not at home but have enlisted in the army & am a going to try and show my awkwardness if called on. Won’t that be gay? The folks were well at home the last that I heard from home.

All the arms that we have drew yet is sabers, yet there is one consolation. I wear better clothes and ride a better horse here than I did at home. The place where we are quartered is a nice place. There is about twenty thousand men here. You had better guess that it takes something to feed Uncle Sam’s boys & horses. The most of them is cavalry come over some days since drill. You bet we look gay. There is not much of an excitement going on here now as we know of. Privates are not supposed to know what is a going on.

I suppose that you have heard that Mason & Slidel are delivered up. I hope that England will be satisfied now. If they ain’t, let them come. We will give them the best turn that we have got. I suppose that you get the news the same as we do here but there is one thing that I can tell you [and] that is don’t believe the half that you hear through the papers or telegraph. There has been over thirteen hundred secesh captured in this state since we have been here & fetched into St. Louis. I have not seen them. Some of the boys has been down & saw them. The most of them are young boys. They were new recruits on their way to join Price’s army but they got their foot in it. They were armed with shotguns & all sorts of arms such as they had at home. They are trying to make Price hunt his hole. They are running him pretty close. All the bad luck that I wish him is that they will catch him.

We have been here a little over two weeks. Don’t know how much longer we will stay. There is troops leaving most every day & others coming in. We are not very well drilled on horseback yet. There is a good many that has got the measles here now. There is one in our company. They are just now a going to take him to the hospital.

As far as I have tried soldiering, I like it very well. I should like to have you here. There is a wild set of boys here [full of] the mischief. There ain’t none here ain’t worth knowing. The last that I heard from Arch & Noah was the 21st of November. They were at Springfield waiting an attack with Price. They did not have any battle. They were well. Some of our Iowa infantry saw them in July. They was camped close by them two weeks.

Bill, you wanted I should tell you what to write. I don’t know—only that I want you to write what is a going on in general. Fred[erick A.] Harris 1 of Tiffin [Ohio] is in our regiment here—Naomia Allen’s man. He is a first rate fellow. I should be very happy to come & see you all & take dinner with you New Year’s Day but I can’t. Please give my respects to all. Please write soon. Tell Hannah to bake me a pie & you eat it. — J. McCollister

to W. Brooks


1 Frederick A. Harris (1825-1892) married Naomia R. Allen (1836-1908) in March 1854 in Seneca County, Ohio. In 1860, the couple were enumerated in Cass, Hamilton county, Iowa. Frank enlisted in Co. F, 2nd Iowa Cavalry and was soon promoted to 3rd Battalion Commissary Sergeant.

1861: Allen B. Johnson to “Dear Eliza”

I could not find an image of Allen but here is a cdv of Lester W. Hamilton of Co. C, 39th Illinois Infantry.

This letter was written by Allen B. Johnson of Wilmington, Will county, Illinois, who served as the Commissary Sergeant of the Yates Phalanx Independent Regiment. This regiment began to organize not long after the news of the firing on Fort Sumter reached Chicago but did not raise troops quickly enough. “The state having filled its quota without this regiment, efforts were made to get it accepted into the State service of Missouri, but without success. The regiment had already assumed the name of His Excellency, the governor of Illinois, and was known as the “Yates Phalanx”. Governor Yates manifested an earnest desire to see it brought into the service, and sent General O. L. Mann (then known as Captain) to Washington, with strong commendatory letters to the President and Secretary of War, urging the acceptance of the regiment, which at this time had over 800 men on the rolls.” The regiment was finally mustered into service on 11 October 1861 as the 39th Illinois Volunteers.

According to muster records, Allen was commissary sergeant until 1 December 1861 when he was commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in Co. A. He was later promoted to 1st Lieutenant but died of Yellow Fever in September 1864 while in Newbern, North Carolina. He was single and working as a merchant in Wilmington prior to his enlistment. He was born in Montrose, Susquehanna county, Pennsylvania.

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

Rare stationery used by Allen Johnson to write his letter.

Head Quarters Yates Phalanx Independent Regiment
Austin Light, Colonel Chicago, Aug 6th, 1861

My dear Eliza,

I snatch a moments time this morning to write you a word. We are fairly entered into the merits of the momentous cause. I came to the city yesterday with a detachment of our company, and having all their wants to provide for I have but little spare time. I for one feel proud of our company, for on being mustered in yesterday, so well did each man come up to requirements that we were promoted from Co. II. to Co “A” of the regiment, and if any other company supersedes us, they will have to work hard. Since we have been here we have been provided for at the “Briggs House” and shall not go into camp here at all as we first expected, but shall probably go to Springfield, or St Louis. So I suppose I can’t hope to hear from you while here, but if you will direct to Gardner as before, it will be forwarded to me.

My kind regards to all. I have no more time to write, and this is written in an awful hurry, Affectionately — Allen

1862: John W. Morse to “Mr. Home Guard”

I could not find an image of John but here is one of Sergt. Samuel Cole Wright of Co. E, 29th Massachusetts Infantry, taken at Camp Butler, Newport News, Va.

This letter was written by Pvt. John W. Morse (1843-Aft1900) of Co. A, 29th Massachusetts Infantry. John was a bootmaker when he enlisted at age 18 on 18 April 1861 in the 1st Battalion Massachusetts Infantry. At Newport News, Virginia, the original seven companies were combined with three new Companies (“F,” “G” and “H”) in December 1861. They were attached to the Department of Virginia  at Newport News until May, 1862.

In 1855, 12 year-old John W. Morse was enumerated in the household of bootmaker George Washington May (1814-1885) and his wife, Hanna Fuller, in Stoughton, Norfolk county, Massachusetts. It appears he was apprenticed to George May learning the bootmaker’s trade. That census gives John W. Morse’s birthplace as “Pumbrook”, Massachusetts.

See also—John W. Morse to Friends & Relatives on Spared & Shared 5 published in 2017.

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

Afternoon Camp Butler
January 27th 1862

Well Mr. Home Guard, I suppose you would like to know what I am up to about this time so here goes. I am on guard today—camp guard. I was standing my post when I see the sergeant with the letters. I sung out to him that he had got one for me. He looked at the names and then called J. W. Morse! I got the letter and read it on my post. I was very glad to get the letter, I tell you. I want you to understand that the state of my bowels is tip top. I am in first rate health & fat.

We have first rate weather here. It is so warm today that we have the doors open in our houses. We have had two snow storms but the snow fell about two inches each time. The ground has been froze once.

You wrote in your letter about the fowl I got Christmas. You said you would like getting the fowl better than going two miles in advance. Ha, ha, Frank. That is all the best of scouting. I should not [have] got the fowl if I had not been in the advance guard. When you go in advance, you have the first pick at everything. And if the secesh come, you can have a chance to fire at them first. When a company goes out, there is any quantity that wants to go in advance. The Lieutenant picks out the men that he thinks best capable of scouting and sends them ahead.

Some artwork by John W. Morse, 29th Massachusetts

I was out about a week ago. I was chosen as a flanker. The flankers have to go through the woods on each side of the main body. It is the most dangerous business of the whole for if the secesh are around, you run a great risk of being taken before the company can reach you. A fellow has to keep his eyes open & ears too if he is going to be a flanker. I did not care anything about being one of them to scout through the woods alone but he chose me & I would not back out for no man so I put my rifle on my shoulder and started for the woods. It was very wet in the woods & my tight boots come in play. I was in sight of the company every once in a while and did not see anything worth noticing until we had got most to our destination when I, all at once, came to a cart path where I saw a lot of tracks where men had passed. I knew they must be secesh & I started on their track. I thought I would go a little ways & if I did not see them return.

I tracked them a little ways and found where they had struck into the woods [so] I struck in also but could not track them very well so I give it up and started to find my own men. But I found it was not so easy as I imagined for after traveling about a half an hour I could not tell where I was, no more than a fool. But I was bound to come out somewhere, so I started in the direction I thought right & where do you think I come out? Well I was about three miles ahead of the place where I calculated. The men was nowhere to be seen, but I started to come back through the woods and soon found them. I was on the right. The flanker on the left got lost and went close to the secesh guard before he found out where he was. He saw the secesh and came very near being taken prisoner.

When I found our men, they were just returning home. They had got their team loaded with boards. I was out yesterday scouting and got a pig and killed him with my bowie knife. I have got a first rate knife. I bought it off a Dutchman.

We had a great excitement last night. The news came that the secesh was going to take this place if they had to wade in blood knee deep. We were ordered to keep everything in readiness. We have forty rounds of cartridges in our box all of the time. We heard today they were going to run the blockade. They will have a nice time of it, I tell you.

It is getting most dark and I shall have to close. When you receive this, if you have not sent the box, I want you to write a letter the same time you send the box so I shall know when to look for it. Tom Mullen, I think, does not drink anything. I have never seen him touch any. I think this war must last a year longer. The rebels will hold out just as long as it is possible but I can’t write any more so farewell from your brother and protecter—ha, ha.

— John W, Morse, Camp Butler, Newport News, Va.

P. S. Please write soon. Tell Aunt Rhoda when I come home next summer. I shall want to sleep in the kitchen on the floor I shall forget all about a bed. It is getting so dark I cannot hardly [read] my writing. So good bye, J. W. Morse

1863: John B. Wilson to Samantha (Perkins) Wilson

John B. Wilson (1834-1866)

Though only signed “John,” I can safely attribute this letter to John B. Wilson (1834-1866) who served as the captain of Co. H, 15th Maine Infantry. From his letter we learn that he was serving in the Office of the Provost Marshal at Fort Barrancas, Florida, but that he aspired for a change of duty and that he had requested his father to use whatever influence he had with Maine’s new Governor, Abner Coburn, for a change in commission. From another letter that I found for sale written by this same John (signed “John B.”), he hoped for a commission as a surgeon, having been practicing as a physician in Exeter, Maine since 1859. In a history of the 15th Maine, I discovered the following relevant biography: John B. Wilson was transferred for promotion on 15 June 1863 as Surgeon of the 96th USCT in October 1863. He served with distinction as Surgeon in charge of the post hospital at Fort Esperanzas, Texas, and later as Surgeon in Charge of the USA Hospital at Fort Gaines, Florida. He was discharged from the service in January 1865.

John wrote the letter to his wife, the former Samantha (“Sammie”) Tryphosa Perkins (1837-1881). The couple were married in 1860 and their child, Charles Branch Wilson (1861-1941) was born in October 1861. After John’s death in 1866, Sammie married Dr. Atwood Crosby (1838-1883) in 1870.

[Note: This letter is from the private collection of Don Andrew and was offered for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent.]

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

Office of Provost Marshall
Barrancas, Florida 1
April 19th 1863

My darling wife,

Since I last wrote you, a mail has arrived bring me four letters from your dear hand, one of them as late as March 29th. They were read & reread and then took the place in my breast pocket of two received by previous mail which had been so long bosom can perceive as to be scarcely legible. I did not drop old friends, however, who had been worn out in my servies but gave them a good place for the great good they have done.

You can hardly know, Sammie dear, how thankful I feel every time I receive news from you for your continued good health and that of Charlie. Tis generally expected that children shall be ailing more or less but I should judge that he gives little trouble by sick spells. How I should enjoy watching his mischievous pranks that annoy his mother so much (provided he did not play them off at my expense). I sometimes can hardly realize that I have a son a year and a half old. Lieut. [John B.] Nickels told me that he saw him drive poor R___ round the house by his caudal appendage [tail]. Truly your patience must be tried severely.

I was very glad to hear that those things had arrived safely except the gun. I put that gun in the box sent by Capt. Pierce and cannot account for its absence. Twas a nice, double barreled gun for which I would not have taken forty dollars. The china in particular was a subject of anxiety. I am very glad to learn that it came safe. The Barque Kleber of Boston should be in port by the last of this month and then you will receive that sewing machine and contents. I have got a nice arm chair which will take apart and pack up in a small compass that I shall send to father the first opportunity I have and perhaps I may send that small reed organ to you by Kt. Prescott who has resigned and will probably go home. I have not heard yet from the man who owns it but hope to before Lt. goes home.

I should like much to have the handling of some of those who talk treason at home to learn them a lesson that they would not forget for some time. I am glad that the Union men of Waterville have decided to crush out treason in their midst. If all Union men would act in the same way, we should have a more healthy sentiment North. Men who talk treason here find a lodging in my lock up and from there to Fort Pickens is a short journey.

The long roll beat a few minutes since and I have my guard turned out under arms and are awaiting orders from headquarters. Tis probably nothing but some straggler near the pickets. I have to visit Pensacola day after tomorrow with Flag of Truce to carry out a prisoner just released from Fort Pickens so that I shall have the pleasure of seeing some more of my Southern brethren. We have rumors here though southern sources that Charleston has fallen. We trust twill prove true and my own particular design is that not a vestige except ruins is left of that bigoted, thrice accursed city.

The guard have just been dismissed so that I suppose the alarm arose from some trivial cause.

Monday morning. Thus far I had written, Sammie dear, when I was interrupted and obliged to lay aside my letter for the night. The cause of last night’s alarm was the presence of a small body of the enemy who fired on our pickets and then hastily retreated. No one was hurt so far as we know.

I have written to father by this mail concerning his influence. He did not speak in his letter as though he would so much for me with [Gov. Abner] Coburn and consequently I suppose I must be content to bide my time as nothing can be done and am assured of that kind in this Department except through friends at home. Twas so with Gov. Washburn and I presume has suffered no change under Coburn. Tis not the men who are fitted for office but the men who have the most influence to bring upon the Executive who fill the places of trust today.

Today a fine cool sea breeze rustles the paper in which I now write and everything looks inviting. I would, however, that I might search the Northern snows for my Mayflower who blooms alone, awaiting my return. The next mail must bring us some good news, I feel confident, which will cheer us and render the future brighter and bring the distant horizon nearer. Courage, my darling, tis not given to every generation the privilege & shows them loyalty at the peril of their lives. There is a good piece in the Atlantic [Magazine] on the duties of woman in the present crises. There is a vast deal of truth in what that writer says.

Capt. Ranson Newton Pierce, Co. G, 15th Maine Infantry

Our wives, our mothers, our sisters have more of this cause resting upon them than they often imagine. They form public opinion in a great degree and they can encourage a regiment or they can discourage it easily. For your continued patriotism, Sammie darling, I am truly thankful. Sometimes when my duty has been very hard, the thought that my dear wife approved my course has aided me wonderfully. I hope that we shall meet no more to part till the dark shadow shall shroud one of us, not long I trust to be separated from the other. Kiss Charlie for me and remember that thou art enshrined in the heart of thy John.

By the way, I wrapped that gun in that large [ ] bag in the box brought by Capt. R[ansom] N[ewton] Pierce of Rockland, Co. G, 15th Maine Volunteers. If you have not received it, write him and ask what has become of it. — John


1 Fort Barrancas, was built in the 1830s at the location of San Carlos de Antonio, a Spanish fort dating back to the conquistadors. Barrancas stood closest to the naval yard, located on a bluff overlooking the bay.

1861: Thomas Winset to Jane E. Campbell

The following letter was written by Thomas Winset (1838-1863), who enlisted as a corporal in Company K of the 19th Indiana Infantry on July 29, 1861. He subsequently rose to the rank of sergeant. Thomas met his end at Gettysburg in the afternoon of July 1, 1863, as he and his fellow soldiers in the 19th Indiana—part of the esteemed Iron Brigade—valiantly resisted and repelled the Confederate assault in Herbst’s Woods during the first day’s engagement, striving to gain precious time for additional corps of the Army of the Potomac to reach the battlefield. William Murray of Co. K witnessed the death of Sgt. Winset who was killed instantly when he was shot in the forehead. Murray was standing only two feet away from him at the time and later described the fighting: “The slaughter in our ranks became frightful, beyond description. The dead lay piled up on the ground, and the shrieks and groans of the wounded was too horrible for contemplation.” 

By the time of the Battle of Gettysburg, the Iron Brigade had established a formidable reputation as a fierce adversary, having endured the trials of Second Bull Run, South Mountain, Antietam, Fredericksburg, and Chancellorsville. They were distinguished throughout the conflict as the “Black Hats,” a name derived from the black Hardee hats of the 1858 model that were issued to Regular Army soldiers, contrasting with the blue forage caps worn by the majority of other Union Army units.

Thomas was the son of Gilbert P. Winset (1811-1898) and Emma Dodson (1818-1872) of Selma, Delaware county, Indiana.

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

Addressed to Miss Jane E. Campbell, Selma, Delaware county, Indiana

Camp Craig, Fairfax County, Va.
October 25th 1861

Much beloved and ever remembered one,

In reply to your very kind and interesting epistle dated the 8th, I deferred answering it before this time but it has been so I could not until now partly because I haven’t had time and partly because nothing of much interest has transpired for the past two or three weeks except the recovery of several of our sick boys has returned from the hospital.

The health of our regiment is much better than it has been for some time past and it is a cheering thought to me to see our comrades return to camp. Some have gone to try the realities of an unknowing world, to viz: we have had three to die out of our company which I regret the departure of them very much. But we all have to die. Probably they are better off than we are. Our regiment has been inflicted with a fever of a typhoid nature that is in the forepart of the session, but the prevalent complaint at the present is ague and fever.

Our camp was thrown into considerable excitement by receiving a messinger stating that General Baker was killed [see Battle of Ball’s Bluff] and also stating that we should be ready to march in ten minutes notice but there was no orders came and everything is still up to the present time. But we are looking every day when we will receive marching orders for there is going to be a general advance before very long. The rebels is trying to get Washington in their possession but I think that they can’t make the connection. They say that they fear the Indiana Boys for they are the devil in the pine thickets.

Our present camp is three miles west of Washington and three or four miles in the rear of Munson’s Hill in the sight of the City of Washington [and] Alexandria College where the wealthy daughters of every Nation was educated. We are in sight of the freest government that the world ever saw and there is Columbia Turnpike lined with its nice shady pine groves and also Arlington Heights and a magnificent view of the Potomac. Although the wise, the song and the good [?] has given place for the drum and the rude noise of the military commander, the walls that once resounded with the eloquence of our wise lawgivers is now made hideous with the groans of the sick soldiers [and] the houses of the resounding country has the resemblance of war.

Oh Jane, you spoke about not forgetting past pleasures that we have enjoyed. I think of you folks by day and your loving smiles mingle in my dreams at night and I long for the time to come when we can have the pleasure of being in one another’s society again.

I have so much to write, I don’t know what to write first. Oh, how I would love to been with you to Wayne county. I’ll bet we would have had a nice time with Mr. J. Bean. You spoke about Mr. Bean getting up to campaign in Wayne county. I hope that he may be successful. I told Lige that you sent your compliments to him and wanted him to write and he fold me that he intended on writing to you. Well, space will compel me to close by requesting you to give my love to all the good Union people and excuse all mistakes for I have written this after night. Pardon my long delay. Reply soon. Your true and loving friend, — Thomas Winset

1865: Edward Phillips to a Friend

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Camp Parole, Annapolis, Maryland
February 24th 1865

Dear Friend Edwin,

It has been quite a while since I have written or heard from any of my folks or friends so do not know whether they are all alive or not. I have not written to my folks yet since I was released. I arrived here last Sunday and am as well as can be expected after starving in the Libby four months but thank God I am out of it alive. I shall not write to my folks because I shall be at home on a furlough next week if nothing happens. If you see any of them, you can tell them my furlough was made out yesterday and today I was mustered for two months pay. As soon as we get that, we shall start. I think it we will get it Monday. I hope this will find you all well and alive. Goodbye for the present. From your friend, — Edward Phillips

1864: Francis Henry Whitcomb to his Sister

Frank’s self portrait

The following letter was written by Francis (“Frank”) Henry Whitcomb (1846-1904) who enlisted in December 1863 to serve as a private in Co. K, 1st Massachusetts Heavy Artillery. He was the son of Asa Whitcomb (1799-1868) and Adaline Augusta Hoar (1813-1892) of Bolton, Worcester, Massachusetts. Frank claimed he was 18 when he enlisted but he was really just 17. Frank mustered out of the regiment on 16 August 1865 at Washington D. C. and returned to Massachusetts where he became a shoemaker in Hudson. He later married Carrie Brigham (1850-1894).

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Fort Tillinghast
March 18th 1864

Dear Sister,

I now seat myself to let you know that I was well and hoping this letter will find you the same. As John nor James have not written me for some reason best known to themselves, I will write to you and I hope you will give them hail Columbia in your next letter.

Have you got my miniature yet? If you have not, go to Mother and tell her to give you one if you want one and tell her to send me a couple of dollars in her next letter, will you? Tell Nettie that he is a bully fellow to send me them slate pencils. The cannons are making such a damn noise and shake the barracks so I can’t write no more than the Devil. I have got the shakes too and cannot hardly hold my pen. We are having a pretty hard time of it now—work day and night—but cuss the odds. I hain’t got but 33 months to serve in this damned hole.

Grant has taken command of the Army of the Potomac. Goodbye for I cannot write for I am so full of [smudged] — Frank Whitcomb

Frank Whitcomb, Company K, 1st Mass. H. A., Washington D. C.

Samuel Yoder Won’t Vote for “oald abe” in ’64

There were several farmers by the name of Samuel Yoder who lived in Union county at the time this letter was written. I’m inclined to believe it was the one born in 1824 but could be wrong. The Yoder surname is closely associated with the Mennonite and Amish faiths who generally shunned war and I suspect Samuel’s religious principles steered him toward the “Peace” candidate in 1864.

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Hartleton P. O., Union county, Pa.
November 10, 1864

Sir,

I seen your friend John V. Carver and he told me that there was some chance to get farms in your neighborhood. I want to rent a farm. I have to leave the farm where I am on because I am a Democrat [and] my landlord is an abolitionist. He wants me to vote for Old Abe but I could not do so. He says I can’t farm for him if I don’t vote with him. If you will enquirer for a farm for me, you will oblige me. — Samuel Yoder

I am a poor scholar but my neighbors say I am a good farmer. I think I will come up to see you next week.