Some of these letters are in the archival collections of the
Plymouth Historical Society, Plymouth, Michigan. I am very grateful to Beth Stewart, the
director of the museum for giving permission to use them on this site. Additional letters
from Lucius are from the Bentley Historical Library at
the University of Michigan. I am also indebted to Diane Dismukes and Terri Schraeder
who were kind enough to type them for me.
The spelling, grammar and sentence structure are substantially as written.
A portion of these letters are available in booklet from the Plymouth Historical
Society entitled "Letters From the Front", which is available from the museum at
a very moderate cost. ($3.00 in 1997)
Detroit
August 26, 1862
Mort,
As our regiment is to march on Thursday it is possible that I may not go home again. I will send Theron out as soon as we unload that you may have an opportunity for fixing to come in on Wednesday. I saw two men here last night who wanted to work. I told them to be around this morning and I would send them out. They have not yet come but if they should perhaps you had better set one of them to work for me and the other I presume Frank will want.
I have directed Theron to get a load of barrels from Fralicks and put up those apples: you will show him which ones and how to do it. They must be at Wayne by Friday night. If the man comes let him gather apples while Theron plows. John Manning is to have the remaining seven cords of that wood. Let Theron draw it this week or next if convenient. Those early potatoes may be dug and buried in small piles if you are at a loss what to set the man at or you may work him in your ditch and exchange work again.
I have a letter from Joe Scholz which I will enclose. You will see that part of it is to Mrs. Keeny. I will send some little things by Theron. The album is for Mother, the box for Ell, and the book for Kittie Fuller, but if Kittie has the work already Ell may keep it as Kit won't want two of the same kind.
You will find Theron's account on my book, and please charge him with cash $3.00.
I've no time to get my picture before Theron leaves but will have it ready by tomorrow. I hope you will have the book filled up.
Yours in haste before breakfast,
Lute.
August 1862
Dear Mort,
Andrew Passage is here and will take some money and some things. The things consist of a shirt and hat; and there is sixty five dollars and 60 cts of the money including the check of $12.60 which you can have cashed when you are in here, if I don't get Passage to exchange it. There is also $5.00 which Nelt Stevens paid Mother which you may charge her with if she wants to keep the money, otherwise add it to the amount I send and the 40 dollars that Henry Bennett pays you and fix the note as agreed upon.
There is $2.50 yet due from Nelt Stevens which you may get in money if possible, otherwise get it out of Monroe Stevens. He promised to see that it was paid before I left. We go this evening at 8 o'clock and everything is hustle and confusion picking up and packing up.
The boys are all in good spirits and anxious to go. I've not been able to get out of camp since you were here but Passage has brought up most of things I wanted. This is written in such haste that it is doubtful about you making it out.
In haste,
Lute.
If you want my photographs, get them from Randalls. There are ½ dozen of them for which he charges $1.50. Pay it and charge the same to me. I've not had an opportunity to get them. If they are not good, burn them and I will send you more. I never saw them.
Lute.
Camp Lyon Near Alexandria
September 2, (1862)
Dear Mort,
We are here in camp just outside of Alexandria and in fair view of Washington. Our camp is on a high hill commanding a fine view of the Potomac and adjacent country. We have no idea as to how long we are to remain here, though probably 2 or 3 weeks. The boys are nearly all quite well-better in fact than when in Det. We left Det. the 28th (August) at 81/4 P.M. on the May Queen. The early part of the night was quite calm but before morning the lake began to heave and the boys followed suit-of course. I was a very little sea sick toward morning though not as much as I wished to be.
We arrived in Cleveland about 81/2 A.M. where we had our haversaks filled with hard bread, boiled ham and corned beef. We then embarked immediately on the cars for Pittsburg on the C and PR. The cars did not leave till about 10 o'clock. Through Ohio the country and crops are below the average of Michigan, in fact, there seems to have been a severe drought through that section, the country was so parched and almost barren. About 2 o'clock we began to come to hills and rocks. The hills increased in height-and with but a thin soil-were entirely of rock, some slate, some lime, and some sand stone. This state of things continued, that is a succession of hills and valleys almost without plains till we reached the Ohio River about 8 o'clock. The scenery before reaching the Ohio was grand, continually passing through or between mountains or skirting along their sides. The road seemed almost perilous, in fact, we passed one engine lying beside the track. Some of the boys lost their caps and skinned their arms on the rocks which projected within a few inches of the cars.
The Ohio River disappointed me more than anything else I have seen. Instead of a broad, noble stream it is a muddy, sluggish looking stream-so shallow that a man can wade it without wetting his feet. In places, of course, it's deeper, but not nearly as fine an appearing river for about 60 miles below Pittsburg as the Huron. The bed of the stream is wider and I presume much deeper usually, but the water is very low now. There is scarcely any bottom land along its banks, the bluffs projecting very near to the stream.
We have reached Pittsburg about 5 o'clock where a good supper was spread in Citizens Hall. They have fed every Mich. Reg. that has passed through there. We had no time to look at the town, in fact we have had no opportunity to look at any town along the Ohio before reaching Pittsburg. The country was finely improved, with splendid residences and grounds. Vineyards look particularly fine, being heavily loaded. We left Pittsburg about 6 ½ o'clock. the first thing we saw in the morning was high hills again along which we were skirting on the bank of the "blue Juniata" which is about the size of the Rouge (River) at Coons. We followed it to the confluence with the Susquehannah. The Susquehannah is quite wide, more than a mile I should think, though it is quite shallow, in fact, it scarcely covers the stones and grass is growing in the channel giving it a very bad appearance. We followed it down as far as Harrisburg where it becomes somewhat deeper, though still quite shallow. we took the cut off a little ways above Harrisburg so that we did not pass through the town, though we had a petty fair view of it in the distance. Here comes Oscar Lochead and I must see him. Oscar is as fat as he can be. I never saw him looking half as well before.
Fayde Smith is also in camp. Chas. Westfall is down at Alexandria and will be up tomorrow. They are on provost duty. A part of the first Cavalry is in town also. There is a big fight going on at Manasas, though we can't hear the particulars nearly as quick as you. The fact is I've not read a word in the dailies since I left Det., though we receive one for the Company. No soldier is allowed to visit Washington or any town without permission from the War Dep.
On leaving Harrisburg, we left the Susquehannah also. The country is pretty much the same on to Baltimore, though perhaps less rock than before. We arrived in Baltimore about 2 P.M. and proceeded immediately to the depot to embark for Washington. But arriving there we found no cars for our transportation. This was Sunday, but we were the 9th reg. that had passed that day. The soldiers aid society gave us some supper, though we had to wait about 4 hours standing in the street for it. We left Baltimore about 3 o'clock A.M. on Monday. The cars were very much crowded, but we did not run more than 10 miles before we halted and waited till daylight, when about half of us got on the top and rode through. We went very slow and had an excellent view of the country which quite desolate. No crops, no fences, scarecely any stock or people. It is the most lonely, desolate, God-forsaken part of the country we have yet seen.
Our camp has one of the finest prospects I ever saw. Though nearly 12 miles from Washington by the road we have a fine view of the Capitol and city. The Potomac flows just at our feet with one entire city of tents and houses covering the hillsides as far as the eye can reach, which is no short stretch. I assure you for it is hills piled on hills continually, and when the camp fires are lighted the spectacle is truly grand. It is 9 o'clock and we must fall in for drill. We seem to be having reverses for regiments are constantly coming in and there is a continual stream of army wagons passing night and day. We can hear cannon distinctly today, though w don't know where it is. We are so hurried I can't write half I want to and you can't read half of that. Our Captain is not yet here and none of our officers know anything about their duties. We've not got our camp arranged yet, and I have to write on the ground and then not more than a dozen lines at a time before being off for some duty. I like it better and endure it better than I expected. I can't stop to read or correct this. Please cipher it out as best you may. In fact, I am stealing time now.
Direct to
Company C. 24 Reg. M.I.
Washington, C.C.
Yours truly,
Lute.
Camp Shearer
September 16, 1862
Dear Mort,
Your letter of the 9th was received on the 18th. I need not say how thankfully for you know or can easily imagine how one feels about friends and home when he is distant from them. Everything, no matter how trivial, if it only comes from home has a sort of charm about it that is quite indefinable. You need not think from this, that I am homesick, or anything of that kind. The fact is that if I was at home now I would enlist again within 24 hours. I continue to like camp life much better than I expected . In fact, I rather enjoy it. I continue well, in fact I have gained 2 lbs since leaving home. The boys are generally quite as well as can be expected. There are none of them seriously sick, unless it may be two or three that never ought to have come, and they are expecting a discharge soon. We have been drilling in earnest this forenoon, under a Sergeant from the 13th N.Y. We are all very glad to get some instruction that we can depend on. The officers of our company seem fully as green as the privates. Perhaps we notice it more on account of their conspicuous position. I have several times been glad that I wore no shoulder straps. The man alone here has no title to respect as such, unless it shines clear through him and is reflected from his buttons and shoulder straps. I sometimes question whether it is the man we are saluting or the title.
Every day seems to confirm our idea that we are to remain in this position for some time. We have graded and swept our streets so that things look quite spuce and like living. We are much better situated here than in either of the other camps in respect to getting the little things we need. I have lately thought such things a little too convenient. As the peddlers swarm in pretty thick, bringing all sorts of trash at such high prices that some of the boys are pretty cleany stripped of their money already.
September 17. Charlie Dobbins has just come in with a letter from George, bringing the news of Katie's death. The news came not entirely unexpected to me, though Lon Markham received a letter the day after I rec'd yours, stating that she was getting better. I still had a presentment that all was not right. This is exceedingly saddening to me; though I can't realize it-as you must. Leaving her as recently in a state of almost perfect health; it is difficult to think of her otherwise than the pious, romping creature that she was. How I feel for her father and mother. The stroke to them must be almost paralytic. She was so much to them, and so deservingly too. But the fairest flowers are ever the first to be plucked. The most promising of early buds are very sure to be nipped by the early frosts.
We can distinctly hear firing again this afternoon in the direction of Harpers Ferry. But you will hear the result of it nearly as soon as we. Dailies come up only in the morning, and the news will be in Det. before that time. You will write again soon and Ele. must write alsoo. Write everything. What you are doing, what other folks are doing, about the weather, the crops, the prices, the work; in short, everything and more besides. I will write to some of you once a week or oftener and you must do as much for me. The hat I left in Det. I sent from camp by Ed Sherwood, who gave it to Marshall or Kellogg and it was put in a drawer. Make these letters out as best you can. They are written sitting or lying on the ground with boys constantly talking to me, and with a candle stuck in a bottle for light.
Yours,
Lute
Camp Shearer
Sept. 22 1862
Dear Elllen:
It was washing day and when I had finished up and got my clothes all hung out, I went down to the P.O. (which is the Camp Chest in the Captain's tent). I found not a letter there from home as I expected, but something towards it, that is, a paper, directed by you. My day's work had not made me so tired but that I could read it quite through and commence this letter to you beside. The paper looks very much like home, and quite acceptable.
You need not feel concerned about my strength being overtaxed today (or rather tonight) in writing this after a large washing - - - - . Our arrangements for doing the housework and the laundry work are so very convenient that one can accomplished an incredible amount in a short time. For instance our laundry is funished with a fine stream of water running through the room, which is so well finished and furnished that Uncle Sam uses it for Parlor, Bedroom Chamber, Kitchen, etc., etc. In the laundry nothing is required but to rub a little soap on the clothes, rinse them in cold water, hang them on a bush for an hour, and they come out starched, ironed, and done up in latest style. In plain talk, I was Sergeant of the guard yesterday and last night, consequently I was relieved from duty today. And I improved the leisure in going to the river and talking a good wash all around. The river looks from camp to be not more than a hundred rods distant-just below the hill-but it takes two miles of travel to reach it. At low tide, the river is shallow, unpleasant looking stream with the sea weeds growing up out of the water. But at high tide, when the water is 3 or 4 feet deeper covering the weeds all up it is quite a pretty stream, being I should think about a half mile in width. This is not the Potomac proper but a branch putting in just below the city. The Potomac at Washington where the Long Bridge crosses it is a beautiful stream. We passed over the bridge on going to and coming from Camp Lyon. Washington Monument is near the Bridge. The land on which it stands is much lower than the Capitol grounds. But standing so much above the surrounding buildings it is clearly visible for a great distance round. It is yet unfinished but there seems to be no workmen employed on it. The yard about its base was full of cattle, Uncle Sam's I presume. There is a second bugle and taps-lights must be out--.
Tuesday 23rd, before breakfast
We are called in the morning with the Bugle at 5 o'clock. At 7 it sounds for breakfast, at 8 for guard, at 9 for drill, at 12 for dinner. And so on through the day. We are blown up in the morning and blown down at night. By request of the Captain I have charge of the feeding and cooking for the Co. In fact, the charge has been in my hands since we left Detroit. This morning we got 90 loaves of nice fresh bread, and 70 lbs fresh beef. We have plenty of coffee. We shall probably have a good breakfast. We have good cooks, - Towers and Tom. Ballin-. For breakfast we usually have meat, beans, bread, and coffee; for dinner we have soup, meat, potatoes, etc.; for supper, rice with sugar or molasses, coffee, etc. We get a sort of dried vegetables (cabbage, carrots, potatoes and all sorts of good things pressed and dried in cakes) that makes first rate soup. We have now plenty of potatoes also. All our provisions are still of the very best quality, and more than we can use.
We had a Regimental review on Sunday by Gen. Woodbury. He expressed himself highly pleased with the Regiment. We will not be likely to see an engagement very soon as his Brigade never goes into battle but are employed in building forts, bridges, etc.
The boys are generally well. Charlie Dobbins is getting fat. He makes a good soldier. We are all as well as we would probably be at home. Our camp has come to seem really like home. The streets are straight, well graded and cleanly swept. We have brought evergreen trees and planted them in front of the tents which adds very much to its appearance and comfort.
The weather is delightful and has been ever since we came to camp, being just about as warm as it was at home when we left. Charlie Holbrook received a letter from Mary last night. She is at home attending school.
I have written this in pencil because more convenient. If it troubles you to make it out please write me and I will take more pains and write in ink. We have no desk in our tent and have to write on our laps or the ground. When the tent is full of boys it is no little trouble to look after one's ink pot. Charlie Holbrook sends respects to all. He is cleaning his gun now. If you seek any of Merrit's folks please enquire in what Regiment Tommie is. I would like to find him, and will if he is near the city. Remember me to Jennie, Hattie, Nip Farnum, etc. Also to Mr. and Mrs. Hedden. In short, to all the people I know and care for. Kittie in particular. (Send my regards to Mort when he goes next).
Please write soon and often. Write about everybody and everything. I have received but one letter as yet from any source.
Yours as ever,
Lute
Camp Shearer D.C.,
September 28, 1862
Dear Mort,
Though I have nothing in particular to write, you would like perhaps to know it--though,judging from the number of letters I have received since I left home, there is no one there who cared very much whether they heard from me or not. It is now a month since we left Det. and under the circumstances it would natrually be supposed that our friends would feel sufficient interest in us to write occasionally. And such is the case with most other boys in the company. There is scarcely one but that receives letters as often as once a week--but I've received but one in four weeks. I believe I understand the reason of it. It is no reason at all,--only a distaste for writing.
Everything goes finely in camp. There remains still about the same number on the sick list. Some are getting welll, others are getting sick. Others that are not very well, are greatly in fear they soon will be. And then their prospects for an immediate discharge are utterly mired.--Perhaps it is unjust to judge them so but it looks like it. There were three dischargd from our company last week: Jake Farley, W.H. Brigham and Wm. Lewis. The boys that are sick now are mostly so, only for a day or two. Though Nelt, May and one or two others are suffereing with old complaints.
We were yesterday reviewed by Governor Blair and others. The Regiment made a worse display than I ever knew it to do before. We are progressing finely in drill, under Sergeants sent to us by Gen. Woodbury. Since we came to this camp, none of the boys from other Mich. Regiments have visited us. Perhaps they have mvoed; or perhaps the laws are so stringent that none of them can get here. No one is allowed to pass any of the bridges without a pass, signed by their Colonel and Brigadier General. Some of th boys get a pass every day to go to town, that is about two passes per day for each company, are allowed. I have not yet asked for one, not having any particular business in town more than to see the sights.
The Orderly has been out of sorts for a week or so and I have done his part and mine too, which has kept me pretty busy. But I alwasy feel best when I have plenty of work. Today I thought to have some leisure--but Sunday doesn't come to soldiers. We do not drill Sundays, but dress parades, guard mounting, and company inspections, consume the best part of the day. I've got a paper here that may be of some use some time. I will enclose it to you for safe keeping. Don't think I feel any ways proud of it. For on the contrary I feel rather humiliated in owning its posession. But all will be right in time..--Write soon and often.--I would write more but it is church time and I must marshall the boys over. Please tell me all that is doing about there.
Yours truly,
Lute
September 29, 1862
We left Camp Shearer at 7 o'clock arriving in Washington about 9. We remained in the street awaiting transportation til 5 o'clock. When we moved inside the yard surrounding the Capitol and pitched our blankets under the trees for the night. It seemed too bad to turn so many men into such a beautiful park. But we had not been in there long ere 3 other Regiments were marched in. I assure you we felt very grateful for the fine beds Mr. Sam gave us. Not withstanding they were made for plants and flowers and not for men. We were permitted to sleep quietly til 1 o'clock when we were called up to take the cars. There was such a jam at the depot that we did not get off till 9 o'clock. The crowd of soldiers is immense. There are cars enough here to make a train 4 miles long and they can't take nearly all the troops that are waiting. I commenced this while sitting on the car top in the depot waiting.
Oct. 2nd finds us at Frederick at 1 o'clock A.M. We went to bed immediately in a fine field near the Depot. This morning at 7 we received orders to march immediately to join Hooker's Division near Sharpsburg. We are to wait, however, till our train of stores come up and we get some rations to take with us. We are now encamped in a field occupited by the Rebels 2 weeks ago.
While we were in Washington I had a good opportunity to look at the Capitol and grounds. They are on a most magnificent scale. Though being incomplete there is a large amount of material and rubbish around. A portion of the building is used for a hospital. We were not permitted to go in but I had a good view of the interior from the open doors and windows. Its arrangements seemed perfect.--I saw the celebrated statue of Washington by Greenough. You have often seen descriptions of it. One of the boys game me a rose and laurel leaf plucked inside the yard surrounding the statue which I will enclose. It would have been a pretty dear boquette to him had the police seen him.
In coming here we took the Baltimore and Washington road to the Relay House (which is 9 miles from Baltimore) then the B & O RR to this place. The bridge at the junction is a massive structure built entirely of stone and iron. It is I should think 40 feet in height and comprised of 12 arches built in the finest style. This probably the most important railroad connection in the U.S. and it is very strongly guarded. the guard here told me that for two days there had averaged a Regiment per hour going forward to Frederick and Harpers Ferry.
The country along the road from Relay House to Frederick is quite remarkable. It follows the bank of the Patapsco; winding in every conceivable direction between the mountains for the first forty miles, when it passes through them by a tunnel some 80 rods in extent. The shouts of the boys were fairly deafening while passing through. There is not ten acres of level land in a place on the entire route. The road is double tracked, and trains may be seen passing either way almost constantly. And such trains I never saw before. They often have 40 coaches, jammed full outside and in. The country just here is the best we've seen since we left Baltimore. Though it is so covered with soldiers you can scarcely see the ground, though they are rapidly going forward to Harpers Ferry and Sharpsburg. We will probably go tomorrow or next day. Charlie Dobbins wants you to say to his folks that he is all right and will write soon. You, I hope, will write soon. I have received but one letter as yet. I will write as often as possible. Three of our Sergeants being under the weather (viz. Westfall, Pomeroy, and Joy), I have plently of business. Excuse blunders.
Yours truly,
Lute
Camp Shearer D.C., Sept. 29th, 1862
Dear Ellen,
I wrote to Mort a line yesterday but since then a change of programme has been ordered. This morning the Capt. offered Pomeroy and me a pass to visit the Navy Yard. We set from camp at half past 7, but ere we had gone a quarter of a mile we met a messenger bearing marching orders for our Regiment. Not knowing but that he might be gassing we kept on till we reached the bridge opposite the Yard when we were overtaken by a messenger from the Colonel ordering us back to Camp. We arrived on our parade ground just as the Regiment was forming to recieive order, which were something like these. The 24th Regiment is ordered to get everything ready immediately for marching. The Regiment will proceed by Rail to Frederick Md. to join the arm of General McClellan. We are to carry 2 day's rations in our haversacks and 40 pounds of cartridges in our boxes. Our knapsacks are to be left and forwarded to us. The time is not fixed for starting, probably early tomorrow morning. We would like to have remaind here a few weeks longer to perfect ourselves in drilll. But perhaps at the end of that time the roads might have been bad or something else in the way. The roads are now in capital condition, only dusty. Since we came here the weather has been all we could ask.
Perhaps I will write more this afternoon. I am greatly hurried now. Give my love to everybody and don't worry about me (this especially to Mother). I never felt better, and am heartily glad that I am here.
Write soon and direct as before.
Yours truly,
Lute
P.S. (Charley Burr has sprained his ankle and has to remain in hospital. Where I don't know.)
Monday evening, 8 o'clock. Orders are just received to march in the morning at half-past six. All is stir in camp. The boys are falling in to go over to the Quartermaster's to get some shelter tents. They are simply strips of cloth, two pieces of which being fastened up on muskets makes a tent for two. I am tired tonight and must go over with the boys. Fire--Fire--Two tents of company E are on fire. I guess I won't go over as the men have been drawing cartridges today. We have been having nice new square tents here and we don't like to exchange them for these little kennels. But these could not be carried on the march.
Charlie is inquiring if I am writing home. He sends respects. He is quite well and seems to enjoy this life first rate.
Yours in haste.
Lute.
Camp Harbaugh
Headquarters Gibbons Brigade
On the Potomac near Sharpsburg
October 8, 1862
Dear Mort,
I've forgotten when and where I wrote to you last, though I think I wrote to someone at Camp Clark near Frederick. Nothing of importance occurred while we were there unless perhaps it was that of the President's passing along the 4th inst. He had been to Harpers Ferry and came back by way of Frederick. We had notice of his coming on the cars and all turned out on the R. Road. Abraham came out of the platform, doffed his hat and bowed to us. He looks quite natural; you'd know him anywhere. Only he looks better than his pictures. We broke camp at Frederick at 4 P.M. on the 6th, marching through town and taking the Pike (which by the way is McAdamized) to Centerville and Boonsborough. Frederick is quite a pretty little town of about 8000 inhabitants. A branch of the B & O RR runs up there. The contry about the town and along the road to Centerville is first rate. It is quite mountainous, though under a high state of cultivation. The farm buildings and sites are among the finest I every saw. Corn is the only crop we can see now; but that is ahead of anything that Michigan produce. It seems late to be sowing wheat; yet, seed time here seems to be at its hight. From the amount of ground plowed frequently and lying by entirely from 9 A.M. till 4 P.m. Stopping again at 7 P.M. and starting in the morning at 6. We passed the battlefield of South Mountain where the 17th made their grand charge. We saw plenty of evidence of the fight, in shattered trees, buildings, and loose shells lying about. We stopped about 8 hours on the edge of the Battlefield. The field is very hilly (at home it would be mountainous) and rocky and mostly covered with scrubby timber. So, but very little can be seen without passing over the ground. We rested in as fine a grove as can be found anywhere. The trees were almost entirely of chestnut and walnut and perfectly loaded with nuts. You can well imagine what a feast we had. We passed to the left of the Antietam Battlefield, which is just north of Sharpsburg. Nearly every building in the outskirts of the town is riddled with bullets, and many have been burned. All fences and crops for mils along here are destroyed. Dead horses fairly line the road. We have seen but one dead mule, though hundreds of horses. We had but little opportunity for judging of the town, passing directly through it. And then the streets are so filled with soldiers, you could hardly see the town. We are now I should think, about 2-1/2 miles S.W. of the town and 1/4 of a mle from the Potomac. We can see a big dust across the river which the boys say the Rebs are kicking up. But this is doubtful. In fact, I know it to be a mistake, for Summer's Corps is on the opposite side. I've just returned from the river. We had a fine bath which we could well appreciate after our march. If we were at home it would be quite difficult to get our clothes washed. Probably we would be obliged to go to bed during the process, since we have no clothes with us except what we have on, our knapsacks being in Washington. It is, however, no trouble to manage the matter here. We go down to the river, wash what clothes we want to, and wear the balance till they are dried. I washed my shirt and stockings this afternoon, but this did not hinder in the least my appearance with the Company on dress parade, since my shoes and coat covered all deficiences. The health of the Company is fully as good as at any previous time during the month. We left Charley Burr at Washington with a sprained ankle. Charlie Westfall and Cal. Maxfield were also left there. Oscar Baker, Oscar Loud, Ralph Terry and Armstrong were left at Frederick. The other boys are generally well and perfectly united. Charlie Dobbins has gained in weight ever since he left Det. He is on guard tonight. I've received just one letter since leaving home. I'm expecting a pile of them tomorrow. No mail having come to the Reg. at Frederick we are expecting a big one here.
Yours truly,
Lute
Lt. Hoyt wishes you to say to Uncle George Durfee (if you happen to see him) that he is well. Hoyt is well liked by the Company, better than ________ (no matter). We are Brigaded under Gen. Gibbons, Hookers Corps and McClellans Division.
10/15/1862
Camp Harbaugh near Sharpsburg, Md.
Sunday morning 6 o'clock
Dear Ellen:
I received your letter of a week ago today, yesterday. On Friday a letter came from Gill, also one from Mort and a paper from you. For all and each of which favors I am much obliged. That being our first mail in two weeks I assure you it was heartily welcomed. Immediately on arriving at Frederick from Washington we received marching orders to come here. So no mail was sent us till we arrived, and gave noticed that we wanted it. Perhaps you will think I have got an early start for Sunday morning. Probably you are not yet up--I wouldn't be if I was home--. But, pshaw! I am at home--in the broadest sense of the term. And a spacious, elegant one it is too.
This morning, shortly after midnight, we received orders to get ready immediately for a move, which way I don't know. Perhaps down the river, peraps up; at any rate it is to look after the Rebs, and perhaps ere you receive this we will have dealt a blow to Rebeldom. I hope it may be one that will tell. For I believe the fate of the Nation must be told within the next three months if not within three weeks. Everything seems gathering for a grand stroke. The Rebs are, I think, trying to make a diversion by a raid in Pennsylvania. Franklin's Corps went up there yesterday to give them greeting. I hope he may be able to retain a few of them. A change of climate would perhaps improve them.
By the way, we have plenty of opportunity to view the Grey Backs (as the old soldiers call them). There being about twenty four hundred of them wounded and lying in barns adn outhouses within three or four miles of here. They are attended by their own surgeons and nurses. I have not spent much time in their society, because they are so beset with vermin one dare not get within crawling distance of them. They get as good fare as they deserve, and better than they expected. But you could hardly expect that where houses, barns, corncribs and stables were all crowded with wounded, and enemies at that, that perfect neatness should prevail. They mostly seem determined not to give up their anything short of annihilation. Though many wish for some compromise, having been fighting enough, they acknowledge being thoroughly licked at Antietam, which I believe Rebel papers deny.
I commence saying that we were ordered off this morning but we have not started yet and there is but little prospect of going immediately, though we are liable to be off within an hour. And we may not go in a week. We have got two day's rations of meat, hard bread and coffee ready. We boil the beef, and take the pork raw; which of bacon I like very well raw. We take coffee and sugar in our haversacks, and each one makes a cup for himself when we halt. At first we thought this wouldn't pay; but experience teaches that a cup of hot coffee when one is thirsty helps very much in making up a dry dinner. And a cup of coffee can be made much easier than I supposed. We each have a pint cup and we always have water in our canteens of course, and it takes but a few little sticks to make it boil. Hereafter we are to have a drove of cattle taken along that we may have fresh meat whenever we halt.
Four o'clock P.M. It was chilly writing and I thought to take a look about camp for the first time since our arrival.
Eight o'clock P.M. You may see by this that I do not command my own time. On the contrary, interruption is the order of things with an Orderly, which business I'm now doing, Wesfallstill being sick.
Well, I commenced to tell you my explorations. We are brigaded with three Wisconsin and one Indiana Regiment. In visiting some of the boys, I found some Pennsylvania troops and on inquiry I found or thought I found where Tommie Merritt was. I hastened back to camp to do my best, and run my own risk. (If a soldier is cought 1 mile from camp without a written pass he is taken to headquarters and sent to Harpers Ferry to work on entrenchments).
Monday morning, 7 o'clock. I barely commenced writing last night when in came the Captian accompanied by a Rebel Surgeon who is attending their wounded here. He is quite intelligent, and talked freely of the South, its institutions, and hopes. He deplores the present state of things--considers warfare inhuman, barbarous. Yet he says the South will never yield short of annihilation. His name is Z. Caroll, of Mississippi.
Charlie Holbrook and I set out about 1 o'clock to look for the Pennsylvania 11th. After going about a mile and a half we found what we were looking for. But it proved to be the reserve and not the one we wanted. But they told us that the 11th Vols. were somewhere about within a few miles if they had not moved lately. We also learned that they were in Rickett's division which fact helped us amazingly. We found after a time that the 11th was in Hartsong's Brigade somewhere near the Potomac. We kept traveling and enquiring till we must have gone about 4 miles, when on ascending a hill in the woods we found ourselves in a camp and the first man in sight was Tommie.
Tommie looks thin. He has not been quite well for a few weeks. Though he says he has not been under doctor's charge. He has been in several severe battles and long marches. And he shows their effects. He still wears the coat with a bullet hole through the collar. He somewhat expects his discharge this fall, because of ill health. We dare not stay long with him lest our Reg. should march off and leave us. His Reg. don't seem to fare as well as ours. His Reg. is in the same corps with ours so we shall be likely to meet sometimes. In fact, he partly promised to come over today.
Asa Joy and Jan. McPherson are quite unwell. I also hear that Taylor is sick. He has been driving ambulance. Dinner is ready. How I wish you could take some with us.
Lute.
The Widow Barker's two boys that enlisted in the Sharp Shooter's were in here a day or two since. They are both well. Their Lieut. says they are excellent soldiers. They send their respects to Clint's folks. Milo Mason is now in Camp. He is just up from Washington and is quite well.
There is the greatest lot of troops here you can possibly imagine. The country is fairly alive with them. In our travels yesterday we found ourselves constantly within someone's encampment. Fields and forests are all laid out and inhabited.
I've written so much I've no time to correct it. Remember me to everyone I like; and to friends in particular. There is now no more prospect of marching immediately than there was yesterday.
Yours truly,
Lute
Camp Harbaugh Near
Sharpsburg, M.D.
October 17
Dear Mort,
Yours of the 29th was received after a time--the 10th I think. One from Gill and Mary came at the same time. The next day one came from Ell. And yesterday one from Frank. I hope you will, none of you, be punctilious about writing--you need not wait for a reply to each letter before writing again. And I will not be particular either--as you know by this time I have not. When we are in camp there is nothing occuring worth writing and when we are on the march we have no time to write. In fact, I find but little time to spare either in camp or elswhere. I thought before I left home that I would have plenty of time to read everything I could find. In fact that time would almost be a drug in one's hands. But I have not half the leisure that I had at home.
While in camp we drill almost constantly in Battalion drill or something of the sort through the day. In the evening we don't always have candles and when we do, there are so many boys talking that one can't sense anything. Our tents are also so small or rather so low that one can't turn around and sit down again without trampling on 2 or 3.
Tommy Merritt was over here Wednesday and spent some little time with us. He has his discharge and expects to go home very soon. Perhaps he has already gone. He is only waiting for the paymaster when he will go immediately home. He promises to call and see you immediately on arriving there. It is very fortunate for him under the circumstances.
Friday 11 o'clock. When I wrote home before I think we had just received orders to march. We have not yet moved, though we were ordered again last night to have two days rations ready. Still there isno more prospect today of moving soon than there was last week. We could hear cannonading yesterday all day--said to be a reconnaisance of our troops about Martinsburg, which is about 10 miles south of here. For a portion of the time the firing was quite sharp and rapid and we hear today they had a nice little fight down there. There is a large balloon stationed on the outskirts of our Camp and it was very busy yesterday--in fact it has been so for several days--taking obsevations. He is up now. The way it is managed is, there are three ropes, each 1000 feet long, attached to it and secured on the ground. We, of course, know nothing of what he sees up there. The boys have all gone over to the Battlefield of Antietam. The whole Reg. had the privelege, but I chose to stay and drill a squad till 11 o'clock and now I have this hour or part of it. But here they come and dinner is called.
Friday evening. The boys by their tramp to the Battlefield did not pay as there is little to be seen except some ruined buildings, shattered trees, and desolation generally. A Battlefield is not what I once imagined--that is an extended plain cleared of all obstructions. On the contrary, the fields of South Mountain and Antietam are mountain passes exceedingly rocky and covered to considerable extent with forests. I scarcely see how artillery can be used to any advantage. If the difficulties of this rebellion could be decided by a vote of both the armies in the field there would be no more battlefields. Both parties as far as I can see, and we have a good opportunity to see, have had all the fighting they want, and would be glad to go home and let the Union move in the old track. The wounded Rebels here are being paroled and sent home as fast as we can furnish transportation. The bands are playing "The Mocking Bird" now in front of the Col's tent which is just in the rear of ours. It sounds just like home. We have a full band, both Martial and Concert (or rather two bands). The Concert band plays every evening at Headquarters.
Frank writes you have had no frosts yet. We had a slight one at Frederick on the night of the 4th inst., but none since. The weather has been very fine all through. We have had but three rain storms since we left Det., and those not severe. We were reviewed yesterday by Brig. Gen. Gibbons adn staff. He pronounced himself well pleased with our appearance. We are known through the brigade as the big regiment, numbering as many as the entire balance of our Brigade (4 Regiments). Gen. Gibbons belongs to the regular army and reported to be very thorough and strict. He is from South Carolina and has two brothers in the Rebel army (one captain of artillery and the other Brigadier Gen.). Their Brigades were opposed to each other in both of the last battles. Our Gen. was very energetic and determined both times. Why don't you write more particulars about the farm and other things? For instance, I would like you to consider my fields numbered--The one East of the barn No. 1, North of the Orchard 2, opposite that one 3, where the wheat is 4, opposite 5, where the wheat was 6, opposite 7. That you may refer to them easily by their numbers. No I would like to know how the pastures hold out. How the early potatoes yeilded? What you did with them! What kind of wheat you sowed and where you got it? Have you drawn that to the mill yet? How do the apples come out and what are you doing with them? I think they had better be sold, except the Red Canadas, Roxbury Russets, Swaars, and such others as we may want for use. What does the Sorghum amount to? And the turnips? How does the tile work? In short write about the crops of each field separately, and how you are managing them. I think you had better clear No. 1 as soon as convenient that you may have the pasture. Are there any pumpkins? How is the corn?,etc., etc. In gathering the turnips you will commence in time and cut the tops about as fas as you want to feed them out. You will thus get more good of the tops than otherwise. I think it best to put all the potatoes in the cellar except the Shaws. You can make a bin where we had it last year, though perhaps larger. Do the Peachblows rot on the wet ground? Don't pasture No. 6 much if you can avoid it. Have you engaged any straw yet? I would like a shed covered with slabs built from the barn to the hen coop. Gunsally promised me the slabs. Also some mangers similar to those in the horse stable, only higher and wider, put up on the North side of the yard to feed straw in at noon, as my stack of hay is short. And beside, I think cattle should have something to eat in the middle of the day.--I would like very much to have some of your frit and vegetables here, as we are entirely out at present. I have seen one small apple since coming here but couldn't buy it. A very few sweet potatoes have been here at 6 cts. per pound. No others at any cost. Onions 2 cts. a piece and I have tried several days in vain to get some at that. Butter (cow grease) 50 cts,--none to be had. Bread 25 cts per loaf (soft) and hard to get.
Several ladies (wives of the officers) arrived in camp last night just from Detroit. They have come to a poor place for women. Charlie Holbrook is a little unwell with a cold.
Saturday morning. The drum beat and my pen must drop. It is cold enough for frost this morning, though there is none to be seen. Is Kate Conner at home? How I would like to see her! Write when you feel like it.
Yours,
Lute
On Sacred Soil again Oct. 31st.
In Camp Near Lovettsville, VA.
Dear Ellen:
Having halted here a short time I catch the first opportunity to write you a few lines. We broke camp yesterday about 3 P.M., advancing about two miles over the hills to Berlin; where we crossed the river on a Pontoon Bridge--the other bridge having been burned. A Pontoon Bridge is made by anchoring flat bottomed boats made for the purpose in a line across the stream and connected by lashing stringers on their top on which the planks are laid. Everything is made as light and durable as possible. That they may be transported with wagons where cars are not to be had. These bridges are strong enough to hold our heaviest trains. It is very unpleasant walking on them. They keep in constant motion making one walk like a drunken man. He soon gets to feel drunk or seasick--very uncomfortable at least. This bridge has served a good purpose.. As troops commenced crossing it a week ago yesterday. Since then there has been a constant stream night and day. We passed below the celebrated Maryland heights though we had a pretty fair view of it from the hills. I would have been glad if we could have gone by Harpers Ferry, having quite a curiosity to see the town and country. After crossing the river we took the road to Winchester, passing through Lovettsville and out from the river about 8 miles. The road was very fine, rising gradually through a ravine to the open country. The road through the ravine was very picturesque--and covered with low timber whose foliage is tinted in the most gorgeous style. I think the season must be later here than with you. The leaves have not commenced to fall and the nuts cling tightly to the branches, though chestnut burrs are opening freely. A large portion of the timber through here is chestnut, but there are so many troops passing there is but little chance for getting any nuts. Just as I arrived at this point the bugle sounded attention. And in a few minutes we were marching again. To what end none of us knew, though most of us though a long march and perhaps a battle was before us. Judge our surprise when after marching about a mile we saw the head of our column filing into a field and stacking arms. We followed suit, pitching our tents in a fine old orchard in a very pleasant locality where there were plenty of rails and nice spring near by.
But we are all lamenting the loss of a good supper that was cooking when we broke camp. Our fresh beef was over the fire, about half cooked. But supposing we had a long march before us we put a little of it in our haversacks and emptied the balance on the ground. We can see no sense in the movement but have not right to question. Perhaps we are expected to remain here a few days. We were mustered for pay today and perhaps we will remain in this vicinity till the paymaster comes. Last night we had one of the pleasantest marches of the campaign. We started from the bridge just at sunset, winding through the valley to the tune of Hail Columbia, Star Spangled Banner, etc. The day had been a splendid one--one of Indian Summer's best--a little milder I think than Indian Summer weather at home.
I sometimes wonder why I think so much of home and the friends there whenever we are having unusually pleasant times--unless it be that nearly everything I love, cherish and live for is to be found there. Last night as we came along, everything was so quiet and beautiful, my mind had nothing to do but wander back home. And I lived over many happy days spent there. The moon, stars, heavens, and even the little katydids singing in the bushes were all impersonated and talking to me. When I looked at the moon and stars I thought perhaps you were also looking at them, and I could not doubt but that your thoughts sometimes came this way. What kind of an evening was it at home? And where were you doing?
It was about 8 o'clock when we encamped. We found a rail fence which made us a good fire on which we cooked our coffee for supper. We also found a stack of fresh straw which made us a good bed on which I dreamed sweetly and slept as well as though I was at home. The first thing the boys do on arriving in camp is to rally on the rails and break for the straw stacks if there are any within a mile or so. The boys are getting a little sharp in this matter. They know that guards are usually posted around barns and straw stacks when their owner asks it. But if we are smart we can get all the straw or hay we want before they can post the guard. This afternoon the boys got rather rude---supposing the premises belonged to a Secesh they caught all his chickens, turkeys, guinea hens, geese, and ducks and went into his cellar and took his apples, cider, potatoes (which by the way was a small affair) hams, bacon, pickles--in fact everything they could carry. The whole thing was done in less time than it takes to tell it. The General, finding what was going on, obliged the boys to pay for what they got or return it, as the owner of the goods was a poor tenant with a large family and was nearly all he possessed in the world.
In Michigan I never saw a place where I thought I could content myself quite as well as in Plymouth. But if friends and other things were as agreeaable here as there, I believe I should like it quite well either on this or the other side of the river. The land contains almost too many rocks to work easy. It is 10 o'clock P.M. I must finish in the morning.
Saturday Morning. I have just read yours and Mort's letters. Also orders to strike tents immediately which finishes this letter. Write as soon as convenient.
Yours,
Lute
(I have not time to correct)
Saturday - 2 o'clock P.M. - The mail had closed before I got my letter off, so I had to put it in my pocket. We have halted a few minutes to cook some dinner, in a nice white oak grove about nine miles from the camp of last night. We supposed this morning that we were going into the fight at Snickers Gap but we are now making toward Winchester. We are within hearing of the cannon which we are told are about 5 miles off. The reports are rapid and loud. But we understand they are only skirmishing. The day has been quite warm and we have marched in quick time with but few halts for resting. Many of the boys threw away their clothes being unable to carry them. It seemed too bad to have new shirts, coats and drawers left by the hundreds along the road.
I have endured the march first rate, not getting much tired. I had nothing to throw away for I only brought a single change of clothes. We got our knapsack only out the 30th they having been left in Washington till then. We were all glad to see them and get some clean clothes.
I never expected to see such a fine country in VA. Our ideas of the country were formed from the country about Alexandria, which was exceedingly desolate. The country through which we have passed since crossing the river has exceeded in every respect any of the same amount I ever saw in Michigan. The plantations are large with first rate buildings and improvements. The country has been all good with no swamp or anything of the sort.
Sunday in the Wood near Snicker's Gap
November 2nd, 1862
Dear Mort,
Having a little time this morning I propose to commence a letter. It may be sometime before it is finished. If I have not time to finish today, I will make it a sort of diary. We will occupy the camp from which I wrote a few lines last night. Though we are every minute expecting orders to advance. We can hear the cannonading very distinctly this morning, which we suppose to be over at the Gap. We could hear it yesterday all day till dark. We had given up hearing them again today, when about half past 9 the ball opened with a big gun which was immediately followed by another, and another, and kept up constantly since. The Col. has just been talking to the Regiment, giving them some wholesome advice to be put into practice in case we should go into the battle. Dr. Beech also made some excellent suggestions (by the way he seems to be one of the very nicest kind of men). He is ever ready to attend to the wants of any man, whether officer or private. The Assistant Surgeons feel their importance much more than he, though they do as well as could be expected under the circumstances. After the Col and Dr. were throughout, the Elder offered a prayer and preached a short sermon. There was such a crowd standing around I could hear but little he said, so I came back to my kennel to write a little. Perhaps I might as well have staid, as I shall not probably write anything worth sending you. Somehow I can't write anything that suits me. My letters (whenever I find time to look them over) all seem jumbled up, and thick-headed. The writing is so poor I can hardly make them out. You will make some allowances for this, as I am obliged to write when I can catch the time. I never sit down to write and finish a letter without being called away before finishing. And when I write I have to sit or lie on the ground with a piece of cracker box or a pass book for a table. And then the boys are constantly plying me with questions--especially when we are on the march. One is apt to feel thick-headed and dull living so in the dirt and smoke--cooking our own provisions--and making and carrying our own beds and houses. It is generally considerable trouble to get water to wash, so we are not always as clean as we ought to be. The water, however, in this part of the country is tip top, being from springs that flow out of the roks of the Blue Ridge. If you have a chart of this prtion of V.A. you can easily follow us (If you can get a good one with the wagon road on) please send one to me--as I can't get out of camp to get it for myself. I have seen a good once since coming here, but we were then in Washington and I didn't think so much about it then. We crossed the river at Berlin, passing through Lovettsville, Hillsborough, Wheatland and Purceville, near which place we now are. You would hardly dream of its being a village unless you were told of it. It is about the size of Newburgh--perhaps not so large. When you write again, put a few cloves in the letter, they are good when I am thirsty and marching, and are not be had here.
Remember me to Mr. Frisbee. I would be glad to hear from him and the School whenever you write. Also remember me to Mr. and Mrs. Hough, also Mary. Has McGregor left yet? How is Nelt May getting along? He was well liked in the Q.M. Dep. There is little probability now of leaving here tonight, but the mail has closed and I am too late to get this off today. It is in fact now nearly sundown.
I have been writing today as usual--a line at a time. Burnside's Corps has been passsing nearly all day, and I am told that Burside & McClellan are stopping a little ways below us, and I am going down to see them. I arrived just in time to see Burside ride off, but did not have a good look at him. Mc (McClellan) was talking with officers in the yard where we could have a first rate sight of him. You would know him anywhere. His pictures are true--he is no ways remarkable in appearance--answering his descriptions exactly.
Monday morning (Nov. 3). We are lying in the road in front of our camp with our guns stacked, awaiting, and every minute expecting, orders to the field. The boys are in good spirits. They seem to have no personal fear. Each one expects that it is someone else that is to be hurt. I have no wish to be in the battle, but I hope I may not be found shirking. Especially at this moment when the hour for action has arrived. I wish we were nearer the field, that we might be the fresher in case we are wanted. I never thought I had an extra amount of courage. But I hope it may be sufficient to keep my face in the right direction. I would rather have my bones left on the Sacred Soil than to disgrace myself and friends by cowardice.
Evening. We did not leave the camp today till noon. It was quite tedious staying so long on suspense. Before leaving we had ceased to expect to get into a fight today. I think there has not been much -as we hav enot heard many guns. We are encamped for the night just South of Snickersville. It has been quite cool all day, the wind blowing in Michigan style for October. Within the past week I have very often wished to be my own master and to have some appreciative friend with me and spend a month in this vicinity. The weather has been the most beautiful of Indian Summer--giving the most common landscape the appearance of beauty, and making this naturally magnificent scenery perfectly fascinating. To tell the truth, I fear I have fallen in love with this part of the Old Dominion. Soldering pays a high premium here, but don't you for your life ever try it. You couln't be insured a week. Nor could you care for yourself much better as an officer than as a private. The Captain sleeps on the ground the same as I, and in the same tent now, yet if I was free again I would not enlist without a commission. The duties of both the Lieutenants are not as great as those of the Orderly Sergt.
Tuesday morning 10 o'clock (Nov.4). It was quite frosty when we got up, but is warm and pleasant now. There is no firing to be heard this morning yet all is preparation in camp for a move. We have drawn some fine Rubber Blankets this morning. Many of the boys are having lively times cramping chickens, pigs, sheep, calves, etc. You never saw such mania as there is among the boys for getting all sorts of things. They shoot a man's hogs and poultry right before his eyes. This may be justified in part as nearly all the inhabitants are Secesh, and with the Rebel army. There is, in fact, scarcely a man to be found at home.
Friday afternoon 1-1/2 miles South of Warrenton, V.A. (Nov. 7). I thought to write a little every day till I could send it, but we have been having very busy times for the past two days. And there being no opportunity for mailing a letter there would be little use in sitting up nights to write them. Tuesday we marched only three miles in the direction of Thoroughfare Gap when we halted, pitched tents, and spent the night. Judge our surprise when as we were sitting around the fire just after dark Tommie Merritt came along and took place in the circle. We supposed him at home sometime ago, but he says he did not feel that it would be quite right to go home now when men were so much needed and his health had become good again. He looks first rate and says he endures the marching well. His Division was passing our camp and he fell out and spent the night with us. He has re-enlisted for the balance of the three years. He is Orderly Sergt.
Wednesday morning we marched at 9 o'clock in the direction of Manassas Gap. We pushed right through all day without halting for dinner or anything else till 8 o'clock P.M. The road was terrible, hilly and stony-you never saw hills or stones either. We are pretty tired, but we got straw handy and had a good sleep. In the morning we were in sight of the Gap, but one day too late as the Rebs had skedaddled. Friday morning we were ordered to start for Warrenton at 7 o'clock but as we were the rear guard of the division we were obliged to wait till 9 for the train to get started. While we were waiting, some of the boys saw Deloss Safford and Willie Breasly. They are all right. Today was tedious marching as the train went slow keeping us till after 11 o'clock before we arrived in camp. The Rebs had got the start of us again having left the day before. The road was very good nearly all the way, though the contry had been pretty thoroughly plundered by both armies. The town and country about here are very fine--or appear to be, by moonlight. The citizens are said to be nearly all Rebels. The shops and stores are all closed in town, but there is some talk of opening some of them to get some provender as our supply is rather short. I begin to see the difficulty of moving a large army through an enemy country. Though our train yesterday was but for a single division, it was said to be three miles long. Mostly loaded with ammunition. In absence of Gen. Gibbons--comannding a Division--Col. Morrow has been acting Brigadier Gen. for a few days.
This is my birthday--which perhaps is the reason of our remaining in camp--though I rather think our being out of rations and tired and footsore--have something to do with the matter. Add to these the day is a very nasty one, snowing and blowing and disagreeable generally. This is the first snow of the season and rather unexpected, though it was quite cold and unpleasant yesterday and last night. Charlie Dobbins sends respects and wishes you to say to his folks that he is all right. Charlie Holbrook and the other boys are as well as could be expected. You must not feel neglected if you don't hear regularly from me as I can't always mail letters when I want.
Write often and believe me ever true.
Yours,
Lute
Near Warrenton, VA., November 10th
Dear Ellen:
We have now had three mails in succession without my getting anything and I begin to think it time to remind you of it. You have written probably as often as I deserve to hear, yet I can't help feeling disappointed at not receiving something when after a week's delay we finally get a mail. Our mail has been quite irregular for the past two weeks on account of our being constantly on the move. Nor have we been able to send letters.
We are still in the camp from which I sent the last letter to Mort, having been obliged to wait for provisions. The fact is, we have marched so fast that we have got clear ahead of our transports, and have been short of rations for a few days. But the trains arrived yesterday bringing us a supply again. You must make some allowance for what you may have heard from us during the past few days as the boys were a little hungry, consequently very cross. When the cars get to running to Warrenton we will be able to get plenty of supplies and can move forward again. Till then, we shall probably stay here or nearby. We have a pretty fair camping ground here in the woods on a sidehill near good water and with plenty of wood of course.
We have had several calls from boys of other regiments since coming here. Tommie Merritt was here on Friday. He has not heard from home in a long time and is a little hungry for a letter. You can say to his friends if you see them. He looks quite well and seems contented with his situation. In fact, he, as well as many others, are determined to see this thing through.
A boy of the 2nd was over yesterday. He says John Young, John Holbrook, Frank McGraw, Oscar Lockhead and Westfall are well. Oscar Lee from Stockton's Regiment was here yesterday; also George Valentine and Kenneth Smith. They are about the only boys remaining in that regiment that we know.
Evening - We have just come in from review by Gen.'s McClellan and Burnside. It was very fatiguing as we went out before dinner and did not return till after 4. Since then I have barely had time to cook my supper, go to the hospital with the sick, draw 3 days rations for the Company, and now I must cook my rations to be ready at a minute's warning with cooked rations for three days.
Oscar Lockhead was over this afternoon. He looks very healthy. He is a corporal in the Provost Guard. Good night. I must finish as occasion may offer.
Wednesday morning. - We moved 7 or 8 miles yesterday in the direction of Fayetteville. On paper, this looks like a very short march, but it took 8 hours to do it - on account of the trains and troops that blocked the road. The roads were exccellent and we came without much fatigue. It is a little singular that we have been within hearing of guns every day for nearly 2 weeks but have not got sight of a greyback yet --except a few prisoners. The country through which we are now passing is rough, barren, and deserted. The fields are overgrown with bushes. The fences torn down or burned up. The inhabitants, of whom there are none but women at home, are, or claim to be, destitute of everything. It is impossible to buy a pint of meal or flour, and groceries with them are among the things that were. The last coffee they saw was worth $2.00 per pound, tea six dollars. While sugar was long since forgotten--except as a matter of Ancient History.
Afternoon. - For some reason we are to remain here today so I guess I'll finish this, and sent it out while I have an opportunity. It is rather dull business lying in camp without anything to do and nothing to read. Newspapers and periodicals don't come to camp any more, unless it is through the mail. Paper peddlers were plenty enough till we got out so far as to make it unsafe for passing. We expect our Sutler has been captured. He went to Berlin for supplies a week ago Sunday and has not been heard from since. The boys of our company are spending the time in cooking, parching corn, mending clothes, washing, telling stories, and a few playing cards. There has been but very little card playing in the company so far. But the old regiments in our Brigade (which are three Wisconsin and one Indiana regiments) are constantly at it. On drill or review, if they halt to rest a minute, they have out their cards, playing poker. As orderly I find no time, even if I had a desire to play.
The men are chafing somewhat today because the provost are so thick about the country. They can't get out to find a pig, chicken, nor any other little luxury without being caught up by the Provost Guard. Several of the boys have been taken, but they were only reprimanded slightly and sent to their quarters.
I'm glad you can't see the messes we eat. You would feel like pitying us more than we deserve. Dirt only helps to season the victuals. I verily believe a solder would feel insulted to have clean victuals ready cooked, set before him. "A good appetite being the best of sauce" our food relishes first rate. The greatest trouble is, we eat too much. If we should be unfortunate enough to go into winter quarters, convenient to transportation, I want you to send some butter, and perhaps other things. At present there is no use thinking of such a thing. And I hope we may either go home this winter or continue the campaign. Soldiering is making me fat. If I should stay a year I would come home the fattest one of the family. Charley Dobbins and Charlie Holbrook are all right. Alfred Noble has been unwell some time but is getting better. Charlie Root is the sickest man in the Army. He is a little sick, very homesick, and terribly sick of soldiering.
Remember me to Kittie Fuller, Loretta, and others--Kate Commer among them. Write as often and as much as you please.
Yours as ever,
Lute
Brooks Station V.A.
December 7th 1862
Dear Mort,
Yours of the 26th was duly received and thankfully too. It should have been answered ere this--but it is quite uncomfortable writing when the weather is cold and stormy--and such has been its state for the past week. And then we have been quite busy everyday. We received some clothing in the forepart of the week which added to the usual duties. We were not very sorry to have this extra work I assure you, as we were getting pretty ragged and very dirty. We hope our friends Bennett and Tafft would come along when we got to looking decent again. But Elder Way received a letter from Bennett last night saying they would not probably come here. They had done their utmost to get passes but as yet without success. They forwarded our letters to us, and said they would try once more for a pass to bring the parcels. The Elder has been trying for several days to get a pass to go to Washington and expects one soon as he has the acceptance of his resignation and is only awaiting the paymaster before starting. The Paymaster being present will probably fix that matter tomorrow. We are having the payrolls signed today--notwithstanding its being Sunday.
I've secured the help of one of the boys in getting the men together that I might have time to write this. We are still remaining at this station, though no longer guarding the road. We were relieved from that on Thursday, and expected to march on Friday, but somehow we are still here. This is quite fortunate for us, as it snowed all day Friday, making it very unpleasant. And it has frozen severely nights, thawing just enough through the day to make it sloppy and very bad marching. It is so cold today, however, that it thaws only a little in the sun-freezing constantly in the shade.
The Chaplain just gave me the letter Ell sent by Bennett. I was glad to get it through written more than a week before yours. The package will probably come safe in time. If you have an opportunity to send things again, please put in a few dried berries or cherries. Any sort of sauce would be a great treat. Don't send any fruit in cans--it is too heavy and liable to break beside many other reasons. I am not in need of anything in particular. In fact, I couldn't take care of much while we are on the march. We have plenty to eat, and a greater variety than for a few weeks before coming here. I can't see why dried apples could not be furnished us. They must be quite plenty and easy of transportation. Things are not going to suite me today and I can't write now.
Monday 1 o'clock (Dec. 8, 1962). The Capt. has gone. He left on the train about an hour ago and will be in Washington tonight--and home probably before you get this. There is a little mystery surrounding his actions, but a few weeks will serve to clear it all up perhaps. There is a good deal of gossip among the boys about the matter, but I'll not trust it on paper. We are anxiously awaiting the Paymaster. He has just sent word that he will be here at 4 o'clock. I will leave this open till he comes that I may enclose some money to you. Henry Burr was here yesterday. He is Orderly for some one--I don't know who now. There have been a great many troops moving for the past few days, and several batteries of heavy guns have gone up on the cars. There is evidently something in the wind. Yet it thought the Rebs will skedaddle from Fredericksburg as soon as we advance in force.
The army is generally pretty tired of soldiering and are anxiously looking for something to turn up and settle this matter. No one wishes it more than I, but I don't propose to get the blues and make a fool of myself generally if things don't work just to suit my individual notions.
The President's message is heartily approved by all with whom I've talked. Abraham did a big thing when he wrote that. The boys had good times last week riding on the cars. They passed freely over the road either way. But that has played out. The Provost stand around and demand a pass from everyone getting on the trains. I meant to have gone up to the 2nd and 17th Regiments but could find no time. What is the truth about John Tibbits? We heard he was deranged, then dead. We have since heard that he was all right.
Wednesday 10th (December 1862). We did not get pay as we expected to, and yesterday had to march about 4 miles when 5 companies of the regiment were paid in the evening. This morning found us on the road again at 9 o'clock. We have no halted for dinner and the balance of the Reg. is being paid. While I write our Co. are gathered around the wagon waiting their turn, and I am finished this on my knee, fearing if I wait I shall be too late for the mail. We are to cross the Rapahannock in the morning at 2 o'clock--so the Colonel just told me. there may be fighting and there may not. You will know before you get this. When you write again please let me know how Crosby is and how he was received by the people, and what the feeling generally is about him.
There has been a good deal of excitement today because of several boxes having come to the 24th Reg. Most of the provisions, however, were spoiled. The box from Tafft did not come. There is lots I want to write but our Co. is called for. Enclosed you will find a check of $18.00. Also a $5.00 bill that I brought from home. As nothing but Green Backs will go here I may as well send it. Please let me know how you get on for money. I will send this by Express, deeming it safer than by mail. Please let me know if it is much trouble to get it. Ell's letter with the pepper was rec'd yesterday and will be answered soon. You will write s soon as convenient. The Chaplain expects to take this to Washington and forward it.
Yours, Lute
Left Guard Division Burside's Army
Near Fredericksburg - Dec. 11th 1862
Dear Ellen:
Last night I gave the Chaplain a letter for Mort but it has not yet left camp and there is no kowning when it will. Probably not today.
Having a little leisure just now I thought to commence a letter to you. First, I will tell you about the position in which I'm writing. Our Regiment is in column-closed en masse-in a field in front of a little frame house which is the headquarters of some Gen. Our guns are stacked and we are sitting on our knapsacks resting--or rather waiting our turn to joint in the fight. The river is about 3/4 of a mile distant, with a wood intervening which intercepts our view of the scene. The Rebs, I'm told, are drawn up on one side of the river and our troops on the other. And from the rapidity and loudness of the firing the contest must be pretty warm. The volleys sound like tremendous thunder seeming to rend the Heavens and making the earth tremble. the discharges are more rapid than you can count--making a continuous burst and roar all along the horison. And then, the shrieking of the shells, and the clatter of musketry make up the interlude.
We were called this morning at two o'clock but we heard no guns till about five. At first a big gun...Then an interval...Then another...till about 6 when it became general and has continued ever since, being now about noon. The report from men in the trees is that the men seem to feel concerned abou tht matter no more than as though they were at a picnic and the guns were only a part of the programme. They set about on their knapsacks, joking, laughing and eating crackers and pork. I've just cooked a cup of coffee, which, with the help of some raw pork and hard bread, made me a good dinner.
12 1/2 o'clock--the firing has ceased though no report comes as to the reason.
Your letter and the pepper made a quick trip reaching me in 5 days. I can hardly say for which I was the most thankful. They were both of them just what I wanted. You remember, I was always very fond of soup and I've not outgrown it yet. I make it very often, taking a little fresh beef cut fine, a little salt pork, boil and skim till clear. Add a little rice, a few mixed vegetables, and when nearly done break some hard bread fine and put in. Now if I have a little pepper to put in, I have a rare dish--a big dish in a pint cup. And it has not been possible to get pepper here for the last month, except by mail.
Charlie Dobbins is not with us. Feeling unwell he was left in camp this morning. He has a cold...not very bad. Mrs. Jones need feel no concern about his or any other member of Co.C's enlising in the Regulars. They think too much of their homes and friends.
About my hands. I have no trouble with them, only to keep them clean which seems almost impossible under the circumstances. My feet keep sound. In fact I'd forgotten that they ever troubled me. My health generally is good, being able to eat my rations and carry my knapsack. I forgot to say that we marched this morning about 3 miles leaving the provisions and sick in camp.
Friday morning: We moved into the woods last night at dark and encamped for the night, but as soon as daylight came this morning we moved down here to the river bank, where we are now waiting for a chance to cross. The firing yesterday was done entirely by our batteries, the Rebs only replying with their sharpshooters. Officers and old soldiers all agree in saying yesterday's cannonading exceeded anything they ever heard before. The pontoon bridges were finished yesterday and troops are crossing as fast as possible. It is very smoky this morning preventing our seeing far. If it wasn't I presume we could see nothing but troops.
Evening: We crossed the river at half past one P.M. just below the town. And at 3, we received our first dispatch from Secesh. We were resting on the bank when a shell dropped right in our midst. Fortunate for us it did not explode but contented itself with shoring the "Sacred Soil" pretty plentifully on us. This was followed in quick succession by about 20 more, none of them taking effect--on us at least--though some came pretty close. Our Batteries opening pretty freely on them, they ceased firing and we have not heard from them since.
Saturday 11 o'clock - The battle began again at 10 this morning by pickets and in about 10 minutes it was general on the left wing where we are now. I write this as I lie near the river bank with the shot and shell wistling and screaming over my head. Occasionally one bursts over us.
Monday, the 13th: I was obliged to hurry this into my pocket as we were ordered to advance and support a Battery. We advanced at a double quick about 1/2 mile, halted while the battery shelled a piece of woods--advanced again, charging on the woods taking some half dozen prisoners and about a dozen horses. As soon as we passed through, the enemies batteries opened on us with shell and shot. Our batteries came up immediately and from this time--about 10 o'clock--till some time after dark, the firing was incessant. We supported a battery of rifled guns (Stuarts). We were frequently obliged to change our position to keep out of their range. We were very fortunate through the day, considering our position. We lost 6 men killed and 5 or 6 wounded. The killed were from Co.K and I. Old Regiments of our Division say they never before stood under so heavy a fire for so long a time. Our Regiment Elicited many compliments from Gen. Doubleday and others. To cap the whole, the Rebel Gen. Hill who commands the enemy in front of us sent a flag of truce over with his artillery fire. Yesterday and today there has been little done but skirmishing. Ocassionally the batteries open and give us a dozen rounds or so making us hug the ground pretty close. We have just come in from a reconnaissance, that is Col. and I. We went to the left and front to ascertain the position of their batteries. We found plenty of Rebs and got sight of the battery but learned nothing of importance. You know more of the general result of the battle than I can write.
We have no means of learning the general result of the fight as we are obligated to stand or lie in the ranks night and day. Our provisions are cooked and brought to us as we are not allowed to make any fires. The weather has been exceedingly faborable for us, being warm and pleasant. There was but one man wounded in our Co. and he very slightly. There was some shirking, but most prominent of whom is Charlie Root.
I'm obliged to stop short here as the mail is leaving.
Yours,
Lute
P.S. I sent Mort $23.00 by the last mail. Let me know if he gets it. The Quartermaster is waiting to to take the mail. I'd send you a specimen of the Rebel messages that lie around us only they are too heavy for the mail. Charlie Dobbins is not with us being back with the wagons. There are lots of things to say but no time. Write soon. I'll write immediately.
Left Grand Division
Burside's Army, Virginia
In the Field - Dec. 21st, 1862
Dear Ellen:
I don't know where to station this letter, only on the march in Viriginia. On Thursday we had orders to be ready to march Friday morning at 5 o'clock A.M. We were ready at the appointed hour, but the order was changed to 9, then rechanged to 7 the following morning.
Yesterday morning at 9 we got off, expecting to go about 5 miles towards Bell Plain (on the Potomac), there to arrange comfortable quarters and settle down for a short time at least. We marched, and marched, and kept marching till we must have come twice 5 miles (for the day was freezzing cold and we came very fast), but brought up at last in a country outside of the general range of the Army, judging by the rail fences, and a couple of stacks of cornstalks that lent their aid in making us comfortable last night and today. We hadn't hoped that these emblems of civilization could be found within the borders of Virginia--and when we suddenly came on them the men became almost uncontrollable requiring special exertion from the Colonel to keep them from "rallying on the rails" before we could find a place to encamp.
I lost my latitude yesterday about noon and am unable to judge of our whereabouts today, but we are probably within 2 or 3 miles of the Potomac between Aquia Creek and Bell Plain. I've commenced this today because I had a little time, but will leave its completion till we find where we are.
On Friday I visited the 2nd and 17th regiments, seeing John Young, John Holbrook, Oscar Lockhead, Jas. Westfall of the 2nd and B.D. Safford and William May's two boys of the 17th John Young is Captain of Co. G in the 2nd. One of the May boys had just returned to the Reg. having recovered from the wound received in the battle of South Mountain. Neither of these Regiments lost much in the fight. William Eddy of Shutt's Corners was the only one killed in the 2nd. The general impression among the troops through here is that the Army will settle down for a while in winter quarters, and they are preparing accordingly. In fact we can hardly see where we can make another advance (unless it is on Washington).
Monday, 22nd. I've just been having a great feast. Lieut. Safford made a raise of a peck of dried peaches somewhere in the country yesterday, and kindly furnished enough for nearly a pint of sauce for three of us. (Charlie Holbrook, Charlie Dobbins, and myself). Had there been enough of it, we would very likelyhave foundered ourselves; but as it was, it simply helped to make one of the best meals I've had in a long time. I made some inquiry of him as to where he got them, and what they cost, hoping to procure some on my own hook, but it was of no use. Men were too plenty and fruit too scarce for me. Had I found some I should probably have questioned as to whether I could afford it. Two dollars a peck seems rather high for dried peaches when they were so plenty last fall. Had the price been $8.00 a peck, they would have been taken just as quick.
And then I feel considerably poorer than I did a week ago. A few days ago I had occasion to use my pocketbook but on feeling for it, it wasn't there. There was no use looking for it. When I first missed it I was on the Battlefield, the afternoon before we left it. There was twenty dollars in it, rather more than I wanted to spare. I should have sent more of it home, only I wanted some of it to buy a pair of boots, when I found an opportunity. I am fortunate in having plenty of friends here that have more money than they want to use. Almost every boy in the Company offered to loan me the half of what he had. Some of them offered to give me a share of their pile. One of them even urged me to take $5.00 as a present. Of course I refused to accept any such offers. But I borrowed ten dollars of Hoyt, eight of which I paid for a stout pair of boots. I questioned some as to whether I could afford to clothe my feet in greenbacks, but wet, cold feet for a few days decided the question--and now I rejoice in boots up to my knees. With a little money that the boys borrowed of me before payday, and have since returned, I shall get along quite well till next payday which should be on the first of January.
The Regiment is having quite a general change in Company officers. All the captains except two or three have resigned and many of the lieutenants are following suit. The general plea is ill health. Only a few of the resignations have been accepted as yet, but there is no doubt but they soon will be. In the turn around, the Col. says I am to be Sergeant Major. The position is one I never sought for, but I guess I'd better accept it if offered to me. Sergt. Hutton of Co. G is expected to be Lieutenant in our Co. in place of Hoyt who is to be made Capt. The co. petitioned the Col. to make me their Lieut. but the office had been contracted beforehand. The health of the Company and Reg. is poorer now than ever before. The men have been much exposed of late and show its effects decidedly. It is quite pleasant to sit by a comfortable fire in a comfortable house and read of the rapid and dashing moves of the Army. But citizens can never appreciate the fatigue and misery such moves cost the soldiers--especially those in the ranks. I don't say this because of my own suffering, for I never enjoyed better health for the same length of time than since I've been in the Army. There are none of our Company very sick, yet many of them are complaining and more will be if this Winter Campaign is continued. Charles Dobbins has taken cold and is quite under the weather, not so but that he stays in the tent with us, but is excused from duty. Alfred Noble is not yet well though impriving. He is enough for his full rations.
Tuesday evening, 8 1/2 o'clock. I had hoped to mail this today, but we marched this morning at 9, consequently there was no opportunity for getting a mail out. We have come about 5 miles today over a terribly hilly road, and through a barren, desolate country, and finally brought up on a hill near the Potomac within a mile or two of Bell Plain Landing. It is expected that we will remain here some little time, though we may be off again tomorrow. When I commenced this, it was with the intention of requesting you send me something good to eat. But the difficulty we have heretofore had in getting things from Washington has pretty much discouraged me. the boxes sent by Bennett have not yet reached us, though this is owing to our being so constantly on the move of late, probably. some boxes sent by express to some of the Company have come safely through. They were directed just as you would direct a letter. It would be better perhaps to mark it in charge of Judge Edmonds, Washington. If you could put a small tin can of honey in a box that was being sent here it would be very acceptable.
Wednesday morning - We are all very busy this morning trying to make something comfortable over our heads. The day is warm enough for May, with a pretty fair prospect of rain, which hurries us up some. We are building log pens about 3 feet high, and stretching our tents over them for roofs. Tomorrow is Christmas. I wish you all a merry one. Have you heard anything of late from Burt Hough. Give my love to lots of friends.
Yours Truly,
Lute
P.S. Tell Kittie Fuller I have occasion nearly every day to be thankful for that nice hankerwipe she gave me. It has become to me one of the necessaries of life.
Camp Isabella, VA.
January 8, 1863
Dear Ellen:
Your letter of the 26th was duly received. It found me "watching and waiting" as patiently as circumstances would permit. If you at home know how eaager we all are to hear anything, or see anything from home, you would put forth some effort to gratify us. Probably many of us are unreasonable in our expectations--expecting more than we deserve--. I have no just cause for complaint, unless it be that you don't make your letters half long enough. They are first rate as far as they go, but I'd like you to write about everything and everybody. Commence, for instance, Monday evening and continue every evening through the week writing whatever occurrred or was done through the day.
Now that I think of it, does Alice Willet live with you yet?
Something else, just here--I think there was a pair of cotton gloves in my coat pocket. They would be warm enough for the present weather here. If you would enclose them in a newspaper and forward them by mail, or in any other manner, you would oblige me.
Please write me how you spent New Years day and night. It was with me, the first day that seemed really like the Sabbath since leaving home. The Camp was unusally quiet all day--no firing, drilling, policing, or duty of any sort. It was the first time since assuming the duties of my new office that I could find an opportunity to get outside the camp or have an hour's quiet to myself.
In the afternoon of that day I quietly strolled down a ravine leading to the river. The stream is here a noble one, being about 5 miles in width where the Potomac creek empties into it. You remember this was a point of much interest last year when the Rebs had a heavy battery planted here and used to send shells and other little curiosities over to our ships as they passed. Their earthworks and many of their cabins remain. The latter make comfortable quarders for those of our troops who were fortunate enough to secure them. They are built of logs, well mudded up, and shingled with split staves. The mouth of the creek forms a pretty good harbor and landing which Uncle Sam takes particular pains to monopolize, not allowing even a Sutler to use it. A few manage however to smuggle some goods in during the nights. They have succeeded in getting quite a good many apples and potatoes to us. And prices are quite fair. Middling apples are bought "unsight and unseen" at $15.00 per barrel. Potatoes at $4.00 per bushel. After looking about the landing a short times I strolled down the beach till I came to a ledge of fossil rock which I managed to scale off and secure some curious shells which I would prize somewhat from association at least could I taken them home.
I am getting to like the Sergt. Major's business better than at first, but shall not be sorry when I am relieved from it provided I can get something better. For the three past days I've been attending Cort Martial as witness in the case of Charlie Root, who was being tried for desertion at the time of the battle of Fredericksburg. He fell out before we crossed the river and did not rejoin the Regiment till after it came back. As the big guns were talking pretty loud and rapidly about the time he left us and we were expecting to go immediately into the fight there is no doubt but that he meant to doge. His trial is finished but judgement not yet rendered. Probably he will only be fined 5 or 6 month's pay. Having been under arrest ever since he came back, he feels pretty cheap.
We have got comfortable quarters arranged here and hope to remain in them during the Winter. Our Camp is on a side hill and most of the cabins are made by digging into the band two or three feet and building a lot hut 3 or 4 feet high over the hole, making the roofs of our tents. To make a fireplace we have simply to dig into the side of the room in the shape we wish it and make a hole from this to the outside to serve as chimney. We usually have to build a small chimney of sticks plastered with mud or get a barrel perhaps to give it draught. The ground being clay the fireplace requires no bricking or stoning up. Charlie Holbrook and I have a hut together which is furnished with a nice little heater and cooking range of this sort. You would think it exceedingly comfortable could you look in just now. Charlie sits on one end of our log seat sleeping terrifcally judging from the way he snores, while I occupy the other and enjoy a comfrotable fire, with portfolio on my knee and scribbling these few--rather many--lines to you. A boyonet sticks in the ground by my side, supporting a candle which is doing its best to light me through.
Charlie Dobbins I'm sorry to say was taken to General Hospital in Washington last week. We kept him in our own quarters till the Surgeon ordered him taken to the Regimental Hospital. A day or two afterward he was sent off. He seemed to be getting better when he left, but there was then some prospect of moving soon and he could be much better cared for in Washington than here.
When you writ to Charlotte send my regards to her, Rosa, her Mother, also to Mr. Cook. Remember me also to Aunt Harriet. The 35th N.Y. Reg. I think is in our Division. I will find out immediately, or as soon as I have leisure. Tell Mort I'd like to hear from him again soon. I feel a little anxious to know the machine is running. I wish mother could go east this Winter or as soon as it is warm in the Spring. Remember me to the Galloways people. How I would like to see them all. Write as often as convenient. And believe me ever yours truly,
Lute
P.S. For those stockings sent by Bennett I am a thousand times obliged. They are worth a dozen pairs of Government socks.
L
Camp Isabella V.A.
January 25 1863
Dear Mort,
What shall I do to bring a letter? Here we have been without a mail for a week and now that we have received a "big one" and no letter for me! It's too bad! We (The Army of the Potomac) have been making another of those "brilliant strategic moves" that we read of in the papers. A short history of it may not be amiss. On Sunday the 18th we received our orders to have three days cooked rations in our haversacks and be ready to march at a moments warning. Of course, much speculation was excited as to where we would go, whether to the front or rear--some believing we would take transports for the South West.
Tuesday (Jan. 20) morning 8 o'clock brought orders to strike tents at 10 1/2 and march at 12 precisely. Many a long face was drawn out to think of unroofing their comfortable quarders and shouldering bed, board, and dwelling to tramp over the frozen ruts (it was frozen quite hard then) through the day and have their ribs punctured with them through the night. Well, we got off at the appointed hour, but the air was damp, and the sky hidden by thick clouds, portending rain. The roads being firm and the weather cool we easily made good time. In fact it was more pleasant moving than resting. Toward the night, however, the road became blocked with troops and wagons, making progress very slow. Added to this, it commenced raining--cold--drizzling--and constant. Darkness closed in around us--so thick and black, impalling us alll in one common shroud. Added to the natural solemnities of the scene--just at nightfall, Col. Morrow read to the Reg. Gen. Burside's circular stating that we were about to meet the enemy again. We expected, of course, that many of us soon would be resting under the sacred soil of Old Virginia. We felt our way through the darkness and rain till about 9 o'clock--when we brought up among the brush of what had recently been a wood--but had been chopped down to warm the soldier and cook his grub. Many of the men rolled themselves in their blankets and laid down in the rain. But Safford, Charlie Holbrook and I pitched in and had a house up and in running order in 10 minutes. We hadn't far to go in surch of a mud hole form which we dipped the thinest to make coffee. It was no small task to build a fire--but I was fortunate enought to have a candle and some matches in my pocket, and by keeping the candle in the tent and gathering brush from some dead Red cedar trees we succeeded in getting fire enough to cook coffee and roast some pork for supper. this would seem at home like rather hearty food to go to bed on. But I was done nearly as soon as the pork was--and we were soon snoring and steaming like pigs in a wet straw pile. The next morning found us "gay and happy"(as the song has it), though the clouds were still leaking sadly.
Breakfast was very much like supper the night before--Though it relished hardly as well, the dirt being more apparent by daylight. About 9 A.M. got under way again--blankets, tents, guns, cooking utensils, etc. were thrown away by the wagonload--everything beintg soaked with water, making more load than the men could lug through the mud. I held fast to all I had but could carry nothing more. The roads were terrible, sinking in many places half way to the knee in mud. The roads were full of wagons and artillery, many of them being stuck fast. We were obliged therefore to go across the field and through the woods (rather what were fields once) for there are no fences now and the roads lead in every conceivable direction. We halted about 2 o'clock P.M. terrible tired. Most of us wore rubber blankets over our shoulders which kept us from being completely drenched. We here pitched tents being within about half a mile from teh River where the pontoons were being laid. We waited here for orders till the next night (22nd) about 11 o'clock, we we were instructed to be ready to march at 8 in the morning. We were pretty sure we were to go as it had rained almost constantly and the ammunition and provision trains were still behind stuck in the mud unable to reach us notwithstanding their exertions night and day to do so. Under such circumstances it would be folly to attempt an advance.
One day while we were waiting, I was out on the road where there was an ammunition train stuck--I saw them unload everything from one of the wagons, and hitch 12 horses to it and they could not stir it, and they were obliged to get men with pries at each wheel before they could fetch it. Friday morning found us up to time--and at 8 we made a break from old camp Isabella on the Potomac. The first two miles were very bad (bad scarcely expresses it). After that the way was generally quite fair--keeping as we did clear of the roads and away from the route taken by the troops generally. The distance that required two days hard marching in going was made in one on the retrun, bringing us into our old camp just at sunset. A more tired, fagged out set of unfortunates could hardly be imagined. Many of the men gave out and are coming in bedtimes, some I noticed coming up this afternoon.
On coming in sight of my old quarters again, the prospect of a fight was pretty fair, for on looking over the hill we discovered that our shanties were occupied. Every boy was ready to fight for his "home and fireside". On reaching our parade ground the Col. formed the Battalion and after a few remarks wen in search of the commander of the new occupants, Col. Richardson of the 25th Ohio Reg., who cleverly invited Col. Morrow and the Reg. to such hospitalities he had to give, freely sharing with us the quarters ready warmed and furnished, also giving us a good hot supper. Such treatment appeased all feeling of hostilities, and enkindled a friendship between the two Regiments that will not be likely to be soon forgotten.
The next morning they moved over the hill a half mile from us, where they are now building quarters. They belonged to Siegle's Reserve Corps and were ordered into our quarters while advancing in support of our advance movement. Probably this move determines the fate of the winter campaign in this section. I hope it may at least quiet the corakings of outsiders, who know little about soldiering except newspaper fights. I wish those who are so impatient in urging this Army onward through a "Winter's Campaign" could be put in the ranks with knapsacks on their backs. It wouldn't take more than a two days march to convert them. When you see hundreds, perhaps thousands of men, sitting and lying by the wayside--in the mud--without help--almost without hope, or desire to live longer. If one has much humanity in him it is apt to be aroused at such sights. Fortunate for me, I have never been obliged to fall out on the march. The Officers who have no loads to carry don't suffer as badly, of course, yet they must carry something to keep them warm nights as the wagons can't keep up.
I've filled the sheet without saying anying in particular. Make out what you can and burn the rest. But don't forget to write. Give me a history of everything. Give my love to Taylor, Capt. Crosby. By the way, I think there has been much more said of him than there ought. Also in particular to Mr. Frisbee. How I would like to see him. Remember me also to Hennen Keeple, Debbie and our own family will, of course, all often share my thoughts and often my dreams. Mother has particularly of late. I hope she doesn't borrow trouble about me.
Yours as ever,
Lute
Camp Isabella,
January 27th 1863
Dear Ellen:
Your good letter of the 17th inst.was received yesterday. Also the gloves sent by the same mail. For all of which I am veryt thankful. I had forgotten about sending for gloves till they arrived, having merely mentioned them sometimes because I felt a desire for something tangible and familiar from home. They are, however, very acceptable and just what I should have bought ere this had there been an opportunity. The handerkerchief you sent came straight in good time and reminds me of you a dozen times a day. Who hemmed it? You or Mother? And who selected it? I often wonder who had a share in furnishing it.
It is impossible to get things here (except tobacco or something of that sort)--except occasionally a Sutler brings a little more of a variety. Prices are exhorbitant on everything, making it seem improvident to purchase. If this reaches you before Capt. Wight leaves or if you have an opportunity of sending by any one else coming to this Regt. I would like very well to have some things sent. I want a black hat similar to the one I had before leaving, and a military vest of blue cloth, single breasted, buttoning to the chin. A fit for Frank would I think be a fit for me. These things are quite desireable but not to be had from Uncle Sam. Mort or Frank, will, I presume try to procure them for me. Mother need send no pillows or bed clothes since I can get blankets cheaper here than in Detroit. As to pillows and such like they are good for people living in houses and Gen Hospitals--but for soldiers in the field they are worthless. A soldier always has a pillow with him that accords with the rest of his bed. I've tried them and know. We can't complain of suffering for want of anything, yet there are many of the comforts common to home that would be very desireable here--would in fact be priceless luxuries. Among these is the fruit that farmers' boys have been accustomed to. If we get an apple here we must pay from 5 to 10 cents for it. Dried fruit is not to be had at all. Canned peaches and tomatoes in cans holding about a pint can be had for a dollar each. I bought a pound of butter yesterday for 50 cents and a pound of cheese for 30 which was considered cheap here.
Freight is too high to think of sending much and what is sent should be packed in as light and strong a form as may be. As for Capt. Wight's bring things to us there is no kind of trouble about it. The boxes that Col. Flanigan took in charge came straight enough. All that is necessary to have things reach us quickly and with surety is for someone to see to their trans shipment at Washington.
Since writing the above I've been over to the Col.'s and have traded my position as Sergt. Major for Comissary Sergt. The position is a step lower in the line of promotion, but I hope I shall like the business better. The work is perhaps quite as hard but one knows better what he has before him to do and can calculate accordingly. But the Sergt. Maj. is expected to be on hand at all seasons, night and day. And on the march I will now have a horse to ride and will keep with the teams insuring me blankets, etc. to keep me comfortable at night. I can also carry more things without having them lost, stolen, or thrown away. On the last march I lost a new blanket, it having beeen taken from the knapsack. We saw nothing of our teams from the time we left here till the day after we returned. And someone taking a fancy for a good warm blanket appropriated--a thing quite usual here. I'm inclined to think the demand for burglar-proof locks will be increased when the army is disbanded. Soldiers have but little respect for personal property. Everything is considered as belonging to Uncle Sam, and taking a thing is simply transferring it to another part of the service.
On returning from our last march I found my quarters destroyed and have since been tenting with Lt. Safford. He drew a new tent and having no one to share it with him asked me in. I shall however remove my quarters in the morning over to the Quartermaster's department. There are very comfortable ones ready built, and we are to have a stove day after tomorrow. Geo. Welsh will be my assistant. He has been there three months or more and is well liked.
You saw Kate Conner Sunday you say! How I would like to see her! It would do me a heap of good. Give my love to her when you have an opportunity. You know in what sense. We hear nothing from Charlie Dobbins of late. Mary Lovett is kept posted by her "special correspondent". What has become of Kittie Fuller? You seldom mention her. Has Jennie Hoag gone to Canada? How does the Soldiers Aid Society progress? And what other diversions or aamusements do you have? Give my respects to Louise and John. If convenient I'd be happy to have them call now that we are settled. I presume we are settled for a month or two at least. It rains every other day keeping the roads "mightily mired" (as Frank would say).
I ate such a hearty supper tonight I can't think of half I want to write. We had a pork stew with onions and potatoes, a great rarity I assure you. But Safford has gone to bed and I'll follow suit. It rains just enough to make one sleep sound. Write me again when you can. Another diary would be acceptable. I could almost taste the fried cakes. What is a little curious, I dreamed of suddenly stepping into the kitchen about the time you write of and finding Mother making fried cakes while you were writing me a letter in the sitting room.
Remember me as ever yours,
Brother Lute
If you send some things have Mort get a pair of common buck gloves and put them in.
Camp Isabella
February 15, 1863
Dear Mort,
Yours of the 3rd was received on the 11th and one from Ellen came to hand this morning. It suggested to me that I'd better be writing to you again else I would have no right to expect returns. For a week or two past I've had but little inclination to write letters. Having plenty of business and lots of company leaving but little time for letter writing. We are obliged to issue provisions of some kind neary every day though the bulk of it is given out in quantities sufficient to last three days. Fresh bread, fresh potatoes, fresh beef are exceptions and must be issued when received.
To give you a little idea of what George and I have to do here are a few figures on the principal articles of subsistence. I make out a provision return to the Brigade Commissary once in 5 days--and draw for the Regt. for those 5 days about 3000# of meat, 4500# of breaad, 270# of coffee, 500# of sugar, 500# of beans, 50# soap, 30# candles, and various other things, such as rice, tea vinegar, fresh or desicicated potatoes, onions, molasses, occasionally whiskey (the latter only once since I came here, and only twice since we came out), and I sincerely hope we may never have another ration. Still if we could have it at the proper time there is no doubt but it would be a benefit. I have several times wished for a flask of brandy when we were lying on the ground in the storm. But I've done as well without it as one possibly could have done with it. And that is as much as anyone could ask. All we have to do with the rations is to attend to getting them here and apportioning them among the companies. If the whole could be drawn at once an distributed at once the work would be much lighter. But nearly every day there are some extras to be given out.
We also have a great many visitors. Some come to look after their "grub" but many of them drop in to spend an hour on an evening socially. Added to the natural attractions of our Chebang and its inhabitants we made a set of dominos with which we have many good times. While playing with these I often think of the games we used to have with Mary and Jule Galloway. The company is slightly different and the circumstances entirely so. I find there are many first rate boys in the Regt. outside of Co. C, and one of them is the former Commissary Segt., Gilbert A Dickey of Marshall--son of Chas. Dickey, U.S. Marshall. He quarters with us still. He is full of fun, smart as a steel trap, and what is rather uncommon here, is perfectly moral and upright in character. Lts. Safford and Huton, also the Q.M. clerk Baker take their meals here, making our little shanty have the semblance of a wholesale grocery and provision store, with restaurant combined.
In your last you asked me about having some more draining done in the Spring. I would like the balance of that field east of the barn finished if the cost will not be too great and you can manage to save the means for me. I wish you would give me a statement of my accounts since I left. Also let me know what Cayward charges per rod for laying tile--about what it would cost to finish the field. In making calculations on my acct. you cannot recon safely on anything from me. We have received no pay fo rnearly 4 months ending with this and it is quite doubtful when we will get any. We will be mustered again for pay on the 28th inst. and ought to have the Greenbacks by the 10th of March. But Uncle Sam has much help and sometimes fails to pay according to the contract.
We are having exceeding fine weather here this winter, mostly warm and Spring like. The roads are also exceedingly Spring like. Today is rainy--very quiet and considerably like Sunday. As it is Welsh sits before the sove reading a novel, Dickey is lounging on the bed, reading a book of English Essays. While I am backed up against a cupboard sitting on a candlebox and writing on my knee. Jim Gunsolly was just in enquiring about the box in which he is expecting a share. We have heard nothing from it yet. Jim is detached from the Regt. to serve in Battery B 4th Reg. Artillery--which is attached to our Brigade. Jim makes a very good soldier though he hates to carry a knapsack. He stands it well of late. The boys are generally doing well. Some of them are the fattest men I ever saw. Geo. Welch for instance weighs over 190 lbs and is gaining at a rate of 1-1/2 # per week. Tom Ballou (he that worked for Ely) is so fat as to be unfit for duty. He failed on the last march for no other reason. I am weighing 166-1/2, which is better than ever before. There are but a few sick in the Regt. and there has not been a death with us for a month or more. Co. C has dwindled down considerably since leaving Det. It then numbered 98. Not it has 62 present and detached. Charlie Root is the only one of the Co. that has been in the Guard House. He is still in arrest, though allowed to remain with his Co. His sentence has not been received. You are perhaps listening to the preaching of Chaplain Way today. If he should preach to the good people of Plymouth you may consider it a great favor--one that he has not conferred on the Regt. for three months.
There are several of the Regt. going home on furloughs. It would have been some gratification for me to have done so, if I could have stayed 30 days, but in fifteen days one could barely go and come without having any time for staying. And then there are ten times as many applicants as can get furloughs. I wish you could find something to make it pay you to visit us here this Winter. There are quite a number of citizens here from Michigan visiting friends in the Army. they procure a pass before leaving home. If one can make out a pretty fair case there is not much trouble getting a pass. Mrs. Flanigan and Mrs. Rumney are here now and Col. Morrow has gone to Washington for his wife. Just here some one rapped at the door and encuired for me, saying he found a box concealed in some brush in the rear of his tent this morning, and he had come to notify me of the fact. Of course, I went with him to his quarters at the landing where I fould the box all right. He had opened the box to see that it was no sell, but had not disturbed a thing--apparently. I thanked him as best I could and intend to see him again soon, as I believe his acquaintance worth cultivating. He belongs to Co. F. 23rd NY Regt. His name is Robt. G. Lyon. His parents live near Ann Arbor, Michigan. I hardly supposed there was a man in the whole army who would do such a generous deed for a stranger. As I have no stamp and can get none here I shall be obliged to send you a Soldiers letter.
L
Camp Isabella,
February 15, (1863)
Dear Ellen,
Everything in the box was in prime condition and very acceptable. I've not yet opened the packes only of cake, cheese and butter. These are tip top. Welsh and I lugged the box about a mile over the hills and through the mud. When we "arrived at home" Charlie Holbrook, Lon Markham and 3 or 4 others were at the shanty all anxious to see the inside of the box. The cake and cheese, of course, I passed around. They all complemented them highly. They were in better condition than any I have seen before that have been sent. The butter is just the thing needed and will be a great treat especially now that we do have fresh bread. It was very thoughtful in you to send the towel as I had about worn out the one I brought from home. The sugar you need not have sent as we can get it as cheap or cheaper here than you can there.
The letter I got from you today was (in soldier's terms) bully. I believe it the best one you ever sent me, full of news and good and long. I would have liked very much to have been there to congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Theo Scattergood. I had about given up hoping for the consummation of that desiraable part of the programme. May much joy attend them! James Gunsolly just sent for his share of the things in the box and I sent them to him. The Battery in which he is, is about 20 miles from here. We supported it in the early part of the day of the Fredericksburg Battle. It is composed of Brass 12 pounders, Napoleon guns, and is esteemed one of the best short range batteries in the service. James likes the place very well and will be tickled to fits at receiving good things from home. I think I shall gain at least 2 lbs per week for the next two weeks--considering the extra rations it will be strange if I don't.
I fell tonight like the tin peddler in the story "Words Can't Express It". I hope you have the time and patience and genious enough to make a sensible letter of this. I can't. If you hear of Q.M. Bell of this Regt. being in Detroit you can safely trouble him for any reasonable favor. He is one of the finest men in the Regt. and he knows me and I know him well. Please excuse this horrid letter and burn it at sight and oblige.
Lute
Remember me with respect to the newman girls, also Libbie Walz if you meet her. If you can make this out you will never again have occasion to apologize to me for mad penmanship.
I received a letter from Clint and Lucy on the 11th.
Josie Safford returned to the Regt. from Gen Hospital last week.
Ell, give my regars to Loretta and say that Scott is all right, only as yellow as a ripe pumpkin. (He seems to be getting jaundice) a disease quite common with soldiers. The Roe boys have returned to the Regt. They are not yet well though they look much better then they did. Dr. Collar thinks they have "plymouth on the brain". Willard was reduced to the ranks because of sickness and Sam Joy made Sergt. in his stead. Asa Joy is now Orderly Sergt. of Co. C.
Head Quarters 24th Mich. Vols.
Camp Near Belle Plain Va.
March 4,1863
Dear Gil and Mary:
Yours of the 22nd was received yesterday I had about given up hearing from home again till the Chaplain returned but this set the matter aright. By the way I wish you would write me how he was received in Plymouth and something of what he said and did there. I've heard that he was in rather bad repute at home. Stories having been circulated prejudicial to his character as a Chaplain. Though the Chaplain has not met the expectations of the Regt. I hope he has not been treated as badly as Capt. Crosby has. From the stories in circulation about Camp it would seem that the Capt. had been misrepresented in some of the letters written home. It could not reasonably be expected that the Capt. could please all parties nor meet the expectations of many in the Co. They calculated too largely in his power and ability. You know that many of Cal's friends were so possessed in his favor as to assume that he could do pretty much anything he chose-in fact that he was pretty much perfect. And they these friends suppose a Capt. in the Army is a "big gun". Now it seems to be these very friends - that are now giving him fits. In the first place they over estimated him and now they under estimate him. Being green in the business he of course made mistakes as most people would. And being only a Capt. he could not grant all the favors asked of him. A Capt. hasn't near the power that he is generally supposed to have. Everything he does is "according to orders" leaving him little or no discretion in the matter.
Now Crosby fully equaled or exceeded my expectations. He showed himself to be prompt, energetic and thorough in the discharge of his duty. And as to the charge of cowardice which I've heard has been circulated against him - it is entirely false so far as anything that ever occurred here could show. It is true that we never had anything to test him very thoroughly though I've marched by his side day after day when cannons were booming in front and we were hourly expecting an engagement. Though quite unwell at the time and quite unfit for marching I never knew him to flinch.
Excuse me for writing so much about Crosby but I want you to interest yourself somewhat in his favor, as I fear he has been abused and that by those who would least be expected to do so. There is not a man in a thousand but would have resigned just as Crosby did if placed in the same situation.
From you description you must have had a pleasant trip home from Pontiac. If the mud was 4 or 6 inches deep you would form some idea of our marches. To illustrate the matter you should have carried a journey's end, wrapped a horse blanket around you, laid down and made yourself comfortable for the night etc.
Mary I'm really obliged to you for your advice in cooking. I suggested you hints to our housewife who will doubtless profit by them I'd like to invite you into our Chebang sometime when the table was set just to show you a sample of modern housewifery. It would doubtless be a profitable lesson for you. I'll give you our bill of fare for dinner today. Roast beef with gravy, boiled potatoes, fresh bread and butter, coffee with milk and sugar. Dried apples and currants stewed together and flavored with lemon. A dinner good enough for a Prince - or any one else. We often have pies and cookies, and yesterday we had some fried cakes which were very good. Welsh has first rate success in cooking and takes a pride in it. Perhaps the praise administered so lavishly helps keep his spirits up. He has the entire superintendence of the household department. Dickey and I furnish the wood and water and pound the clothes washing days. Wood is quite easy to get but the water must be earned. We bring it up a hill about as long as four such hills as the "big hill" would make if they were piled atop each other. It is very nice when we get it - coming from the solid bank pure and fresh. There is one respect in which Virginia excels Michigan. Where ever we have yet been there are an abundance of excellent springs. This is probably one of the reasons of the present good health of the Regt. There are only 14 sick in the Regimental Hospital, being the smallest number we have had since I've kept track of the institution. Co. C. is pretty well, there are a few complaining of colds - caught probably while exposed to the storm on picket duty. Capt. Hoyt is quite out of sorts now, having a low camp fever. He remains in his quarters but will probably soon go home on sick leave.
5th: We are very busy today issuing rations. The wind blows terribly and the day is raw and tedious. The river looks from here like a newly plowed field it is so muddy. Dickey has gone to the landing for his father whom he is expecting here on a visit. Welsh is busy with his cooking while I finish this.
If Mort has not yet sent those things I requested please tell him he need not trouble himself about them as it has got so late in the season and I have a hat now that will answer my purpose. Geo. Welsh sends his respects to you also Charlie Holbrook. He is quite well. I continue to gain at the rate of about 3 lbs per week and weigh now 172 lbs.
Give my regards to many friends and believe me ever
Yours truly,
Lute
The package of Salaratus has not yet arrived. How is the conscription act received in Michigan? The Army are in hopes it will become a law and be enforced.
Camp Isabella, Va.
March 11th (1863)
Dear Ellen:
Your letter of the first and second was received the evening of the 8th. We had been spending a very pleasant evening, Markham, Safford, Dickey and myself, talking of the scenes and people in Michigan and to give a good finish to the pleasures of the evening George Welsh brought in your letter; also one for each of the others.
I was surprised at the conduct of Eva Newman. Not merely in the sight she gave you but that she should marry Frank. Perhaps I misjudge one or the other of them, but I thought her too good for him. Her conduct toward you was to say the least impertinent.
I am glad you are having more lively times now. There is no good reason why you people of Plymouth should not be much more social than we commonly were. If you all lived in tents like us, or in log houses, I believe there would be more unity of feeling and all enjoy with a hearty relish the blessings that are now unheeded. The fact is that our appreciation of the good things that Providence is constantly bestowing on us is apt to be blunted because of their constancy. We seldom appreciate the worth of a thing till we have know its want.
You speak of going to a social at Mr. Valentine's. What was it? A church social? Or have they "played out"? I'd like to have been there to see a few of the people, Kate C in particular. For the past week I've been thinking quite seriously of applying for a furlough to go home and see you and have a good time generally. More mature deliberation however convinces me that the money it would cost can be better spent in some other way. Beside, the season is getting so far advanced that we will probably soon be moving again and I wouldn't like to be away in such a case.
I don't remember whether I wrote you what Charlie Root's sentence was or not. It is at any rate a pretty rough one. He is to be put at hard labor for sixty-days with ball and chain attached. The chain is to be six feet long and the ball to weight not less than thirty pounds. Also to forfeit six months pay. His sentence has not yet been put into execution. Six others who received their sentences at the same time forfeited all pay, had their heads shaved, and were drummed out of camp to the tune of the Rogues March. Only one of these, however, belonged to our Regt., but to the other Regiments in this Brigade. The punishment was inflicted in the presence of the whole Brigade and was the most humiliating spectacle I ever witnessed. I overheard some of the men remark that they would rather lose head and all in battle than to be so barbarously treated by their companions. I notice that J. Hooker is pushing the deserters pretty hard and am glad to see it. I don't think I would care to witness the shooting of any of these men, but it is obvious that more stringent measures must be used to preserve the discipline of the Army. Hooker seems to understand the wants of the case and is getting the Army in splendid condition.
The Army (at least the 24th) are having a season of right down enjoyment since our last march to the Rapahaannock. The men seem to have settled down to the work of soldiering and strive to make the best of circumstances and be content. A part of the system is to make men social. This is demonstrated night and day. Evenings they gather in knots to joke, argue, or play. In the daytime if pleasant weather they play ball, pitch quoits and engage in various other sports. the work is all done by parties. That is, when one goes for wood or water, three or four must go along for company and help. I've sometimes doubted about the soldiers ever being as good to work again, especially alone, as they used to be. Becoming accustomed to so much help it will seem like a "slow coach" to perform any considerable task single handed.
This morning our camp was startled by a conflagration. The mess room of the Field and Staff Officers of the Reg., --a long log hut covered with pine boughs--took fire just as the cook was about calling the men in to breakfast. So rapid was the spread of the flames that the cook was obliged to skedaddle as fast as possible without saving a thing. This put the mento their trumps; as all their provisions, dishes and cooking utensils were destroyed and they left without breakfast and with a slim show for board for a day or two to come. They could get provisions at the commissaries here, but the dishes to cook it in and eat it from must come from Washington. The matter would not have been nearly as bad only that the Col's wife is staying with him, who, of course is not used to cooking on a stick and eating with her fingers like the rest of us. However, as soon as their case became known throughout the Regiment, the boys brought forward the good things that had been sent them from home and gladly shared them with the Col. who is justly very popular with us. We dispatched Dickey to tender them our hospitalities. They were engaged for breakfast and dinner but accepted our invitation to tea. You ought to have seen the bustle the prospect of a tea party made in our household. Such brushing and scouring, such baking of pastry and cooking of sauce. It fairly kept the housewife in a stew all day. When tea time came, however, everything was in perfect readiness. We had cups worrowed of the teamsters, and plates borrowed of the band boys, butter borrowed somewhere among the commpanies and knives and forks and spoons gathered from the four winds, for ought I know. We had at least a grand supper grandly served, grandly attended. I've a mild to give you a bill of fare, but paper is too scarce in Virginia. Suffice it to say it was highly complimented by both our distinguished gests. It seemed odd enough, rather pleasant however, to sit down to a meal with a lady at my right hand. I like Mrs. Morrow much from the short acquaintance I've had with her. I must confess that my heart beat faster than usual when I found myself sitting beside a sweet, intelligent, good looking lady. Mrs. Morrow thought it almost fortunate to be burned out as so well displayed the kindness of the Regt. Adjutant J.J. Barns has accepted our invitation to take breakfast with us in the morning.
The weather is really Spring-like. the grass is beginning to start and the trees are full of birds. The roads are still too soft to admit of a move but we are getting everything in readiness to move at the earliest opportunity.
The Chaplain was quite severely censured for overstaying his furlough so long. No one else could get a furlough till he returned. It is rumored that the Chaplain will have to tand a Court Martial in consequence. Our Quarter Master Sergt. is under arrest for overstaying his time.
Capt. Hoyt gets no better and is quite sick. He has given up getting sick leave, for the present, at least. We hear noghint from Charlie Dobbins of late. Charlie Holbrook remains well. He thinks he would like to be back to Gill's a little while just to see Jane. The health of the Regt. is generally very good.
Do you hear anything of late from Julius Keggles? Has John Steele returned to Plymouth? I've heard that John McFarland had returned. How is it? and how is he? Has Tommie Merritt got home? I heard his father had gone after him. Not long since I saw the name of Miss Merrit in a Detroit paper as teacher in one of the Ward schools. Is it Hattie? How is Zerd Burr getting along? Do you know anything about Cal. Maxfield? I've been told that he is again at work in the Village.
Camp Isabella V.A.,
March 19th, (1863)
Dear Mort,
For the past week or two, since the weather has become so Spring like, I've felt some little uneasiness in regard to the state of affairs on the farm. Not having heard from you lately I'm not very well posted in regard to the state of affairs. I suppose help is so scarce and wages so high that it will ve very doubtful about making it pay to crop it very heavy. I've sometimes thought that being situtated jsut as I am I wish I was rid of the farm entiredly and have been on the point of proposing to dispose of it. But then I see no way of transferring it except to one of the family. If Clint should sell his farm or if you should want to buy out my chance you can have it very cheap--at cost or less. Notwithstanding, I think farming will be a better business for the next five years than for a long time before, especially on small farms where a man does a large proportion of the work himself. Help will not be so scarce after the war is over, though provisions and livestock must sell well for some time after. The country will get pretty thoroughly drained of supplies in a struggle so long continued. From the reports circulating, I judge money is quite plenty throughout the country. If so, now is the time to work and save. You know that when money is abundant, people are quite sure to act as though such a state of things must always prevail. Money comes easily and is spent without thought and when the pinch comes they console themselves by reflecting on their thoughtless extravagence. Pshaw! What am I writing about! I've been thinking that in view of the scarcity of help it would be as well for you let out to till on shares all the fallow land on my place.. The whole fild east of the barn might be planted to potatoes and corn. The dryest part next the barn to potatoes and the balance to corn. If the sward ground that we drained last fall is sufficiently dry it would be better to plow it up as it don't produce much as it is. In the North field it would probably be as well to plant beans in that part that had pototoes on last year, and sow to oats and seed down. I hope you have already seeded the field sown to wheat. It will probably be as well to leave the most of the manure in the yard till fall when it can be applied on a small piece of wheat sown either after the beans or the potatoes or both. The orchard where the young trees are can be planted to corn or something of that sort. Perhaps the manure from the west side of the stables had better be hauled on it. By adopting some such course as this you can manage without hiring much help. You can either hire a good man to do both your work and mine and charge me with my proportion of it or manage it in such other way as you may see fit. But unless you can get Jo Sholy for me I think you had better let the land out that I have mentioned and not break up any outside of those two fields. If you have the money you had better buy a ton or two of plaster to sow on the pasture and meadow. It would be well also to put 4 or 5 hundred lbs on the wheat. Where the wheat grew last year will be the meadow this year. To be short abou the matter and tell the plain truth, I feel incompetent to manage the machine properly, situated as I am, and I want you to take charge of it as though it was your own and consider what I have written as mere hints.
I wish you would let me know what has been done in regard to that land in Nankin. Tom Ballou here in Co. C says he wants to buy it when he gets home. His father owns a place near it. There is news in camp and nothing of interest is transpiring. With me it is everyday draw and deal out and it keeps me almost constantly at work. I superintend all the drawing and assit in dealing out. It takes George nearly all the time to do the housework. Our four boarders still remain with us and it has the reputation of being the jolliest mess on the job. The boarders are willing to furnish all the luxuries the country affords and we are willing to help find a market for them. We think it quite a favor to have mild, ham and various other things for the trouble of cooking. We are having fresh bread every day now. The bread is very nice too. It is made by men detached from the different Regts. in the Brigade who are practical bakers. It is baked in ovens erected in a side hill. They are quite simple, being semicircular sheets of iron, strengthened with ribs, to support the earth. The bottom and one end is on the ground. The front is closed with a sheet iron door. Our ovens bake exclusively fro this Brigade. They have a capacity of 40 (?) loaves and are kept running night and day. Every man is entitled to a loaf per day. A loaf weighs 22 Oz. When we are short we can buy for six cents a loaf. None but Commissioned officers are allowed to buy of the commissary, though I find no trouble in purchasing whatevery they may have to sell.
The general health of the Regt. is good. Capt. Hoyt is getting better though he is still confined most of the time to his bed. Will and Am. Roe are in Camp--they still continue unfit for duty. They are improving, though they hate to own it. James Gillespie is troubled with his father's old complain, though he calls it sickness. Charlie Root lives in the same tent and is troubled in the same way. Charlie is likely to dodge his punishment by being sick till his time expires. Bob Outhwaite is in the hospital and looks bad. He has been sick nearly all the time he has been out. The boys are having good times lately target shooting. They practice two hours each day - 200 yds. off hand. Of course, there are many wild shots. I've written my paper all out and as the mail is just leaving there is no time to overlook and correct this. Please write soon and tell everything.
Yours truly Lute
Camp Isabella,
March 24, 1863
Dear Mort,
Having more blankets than I can carry on a march and there being a fair prospect of moving pretty soon I have put one in a trunk with some belongings of Dickey, Capt. Hoyt and Lt. Safford and expressed them to Chas. F. Dickey U.S. Marshall, Detroit. Sometime when you are in Det. you can call and get the trunk. You will find in it one blanket for Capt. Hoyt, four I think for Safford and one for me. It was hardly worth while to send one blanket, yet I thought it better than to throw it away. I pinned my name to mine, but in case it should get off you will find my blanket to be the dark colored, new one. The trunk belongs to you if it proves worth keeping. You will find Dickey's office in the P.O. building second story. The Col. takes the trunk to Washington and sees that it reaches the Express office. He leaves for Washington this morning, with his wife.
Capt. Hoyt goes to Gen. Hospital at Georgetown D.C. This morning. He is getting better, but it will be sometime before he will be able to march. He hopes to get sick leave from there and go home for a time. He is very popular with the boys of this Co. and well liked by the Regt. generally. The Chaplain goes with him to Washington as he is not able to go alone.
We are preparing for a move. The men are ordered to send away or leave everything but one blanket, an overcoat, a pair of stockins, one shirt, and one pair of drawers. They are not to be allowed to carry anything more. The officers have also got to come down a peg. They are obliged to give up their large tents and take shelter tents like the men. They are also obliged to send their trunks and valises away. They have been notified that no transportation will be furnished to Co. officers except 2 pack mules to a Regt. and these must carry sufficient provisions to last them ten days. This narrows the thing down so close that the officers are obliged to carry many things themselves or go without. Since the provisions alone, 14 or 15 men ten days will make a good load for one mule. They have always grumbled because the transportation was so scant when we have had two four horse teams to do the work that these mules are assigned to do. Hooker is introducing jack mules to considerable extent and especially with the Cavalry Regts. Several regiments of cavalry lying near here get all their grains up from the landing in this way. It seems to work well too. Each mule carries 2 sacks (sometimes three) which hold about four bushels of oats each. Sometimes there is a good deal of fun in watching the operations of a train. They are driven in gangs of about six each, tied to the others saddle. Many of them are wild, and if the saddle chances to turn they are apt to kick and run, throwing their sacks in every conceivable direction. We are pretty much ready for a forward movement and are only waiting for favorable weather. When we do move yo may look out for sharp work. Hooker has managed the arm tip top so far and we hope and trust he will continue doing well. We are firm in the belief that if you at home will stand faithfully by us the Rebs must soon be licked out.
You will settle the express charges on the trunk as you can agree among yourselves. By the by, did you pay the express charges on the box you sent me? It makes no difference, only I have sometimes wondered whether you did or not. Today the weather is very fine, being warm, with considerable wind and the wind is drying up very fast. I wish you would send me some Postage Stamps. Those that Ellen sent came very handy but they are all gone again. Safford had a letter from Charlie Dobbins yesterday he says he is very comfortable where he is, though he don't get well very fast. Write me when you have leisure. Give my regards to friends generally, Mr. Frisbee in particular.
Lute
Camp Isabella
March 29, 1863
Dear Gil and Mary,
Having nothing at all to tell that would be likely to interest you I feel almost ashamed to attempt a reply to your good long interesting letter which came to me just in the evening twilight of the 24th inst. I'd given up all hopes of a letter that day and had got down tactics and commenced work; when George drew you letter from his pocket and threw it on the table. This was my first letter for nearly three weeks. I'd liked very much to have dropped in at your house about the time the sugar was hot and you were all having a good time over it. It's well probably that I was not there as it would probably have produced a rise in the price of sweets on account of scarcity. I guess to that I've had my share of sweets of your sap bush, paid several years in advance. Your letter suggested my first thoughts of maple sugar this year. The idea had not occurred that the Spring is really at hand; it seems but the commencement of Winter. Through the fall I was often dreading the coming winter but it has come and gone so quietly and pleasantly that we can hardly realize that it has been here I often find myself thinking of it as yet to come.
This has been a quiet Sabbath for camp. It used to seem to me that Sunday never came to the Army or if it did it brought with it extra duties. Since we have been in winter quarters however it seems to have been the aim throughout the Regt. to respect the day in a civilized manner. Sunday has still however a routine of duties which it is the custom of the Service to perform. For instance Regulations require an inspection of the troop, clothing, arms, ammunition, and equipments and reports thereof filed in the Adjutants office.
The inspection and preparations for it consumed the best part of the forenoon. The men usually have the remainder of the day to themselves which since there is not preaching they employ in writing, reading and visiting. Sometimes we find them playing ball (perhaps cards) for want of something more interesting to them. I can however say of myself that I never had occasion to resort to games of any sort to pass away the time of Sundays. I am frequently obliged to draw and issue provisions such as fresh beef or fresh bread. Such things we are obliged to take when ready for us. Today I got a load of soft bread and issued it. Otherwise I've spent the day in reading, chatting with the boys writing this. Our shanty being the fountain of supplies, is like country stores; a favorite resort throughout the community.
Monday afternoon. When I had got thus far George announced supper. Having a rice pudding raisin in for tea - of course I dropped my writing at the word halt. After supper the Regt. was called out to greet Gov. Morton of Ind. He made a short patriotic speech in which he said he believed this Rebellion would be crushed ere the close of June. I hope he will prove a true prophet.
In the evening the Chaplain preached in the Quarter Master's tent. He did well as usual. No one ever finds fault with the quality of his sermons, though many think the number might be increased.
I often think of Plymouth Brass Band and wonder if they still sustain themselves and how they progress. Mike Conner I believe still remains at home in spite of his reported enlistment.
We have a good band with our Regt. which is a source of much pleasure. They enliven many an evening with their music. We also have a splendid Brigade band. The third Brigade who's headquarters are only about a hundred rods from here have also an excellent band for 15 pieces. There is of course quite a strife among the three to see which shall excel. So between the three we have music at almost every hour of the day. Today is very pleasant and warm and the Regt. are out expecting Gen. Hooker. He sent word sometime ago that he was coming down to see us the first pleasant day. It has become so late he will not be around now today.
We are constantly expecting orders to march. In fact we have been prepared for two weeks past. The roads are not passable yet for heavy rain. Yesterday when I went over for the soft bread I met a battery stuck in the mud on their way out for drill and inspection. A battery of only six pounders too (the first NHB 1st New Hampshire Battery). It rains about one day in three keeping the ground very loose and as soon as a team ventures off the corduroy it goes down. We have no idea in what direction we shall go when we do move though there are many conjectures. We have lately heard that the 9th Army Corps has gone to Cincinnati. If so we may perhaps go there too - At any rate we are willing to go wherever we may be needed and I for one would rather like to get out of Virginia. Write me when you feel like it remembering always that a letter never comes amiss in the Army. A letter from Frank and Ellen was recd. the 28th.
Think of me as ever yours truly,
Lute
Please write whether Mr. Burr's people hear from Charlie and how he is. We hear nothing here and how is Zera. Charlie is one of the best soldiers in the Co and we all regretted very much to have him leave us. But at the time we thought he would soon rejoin us again.
Gil, I thank you for your considerate council with Mort and Frank concerning my farming. I fully approve your plans for the summer and hope you will continue to interest yourself in the matter during my absence.
Camp Isabella, April 12 (1863)
Dear Ellen:
A week ago today I received a letter from you, but have neglected to reply till this time, partly because I've been very busy and partly because I thought of nothing of interest to say. Inspections, Reviews and parades have been piled in so think during the past week they have become quite a nuisance.
One of these reviews was quite an affair. This was on the 9th when the Corp was reviewed by the President and Gen. Hooker. About 30,000 Infantry and 10 or 12 Batteries of artillery were present. Mrs. Lincoln, her daughter, and two sons were present. The President rode through the lines mounted on a splendid chestnut charger accompanied by old Joe and staff and an escort of a regiment of Lancers. There is little doubt about "Abe's" ability as Statesman, politician, or rail splitter, but concerning his horsemanship as compared with Jo Hooker there is plenty of room for cavil. His daughter beats him clear out of sight. She was present on horseback. She is a plump, intelligent looking girl of about 18 and manages her horse admirably. Mrs. Lincoln came in an ambulance and her two boys were there on horseback. This must constitute pretty much the entire hosehold of Father Abraham. We had a splendid day and a good time generally, only somewhat fatiguing. We got pretty hungry too, withal--starting out in the morning and not getting in till 4 o'clock. Today has been pretty well occupied nothwithstanding its being Sunday. We have had three inspections and one sermon already and dress parade is yet to come.
Yesterday we heard cannonading in the direction of Warrenton and I hear today the Rebs attempted a raid in that direction. Such things bring down orders to look after our arms, ammunition and fighting condition generally. The 24th receives compliments from nearly all these inspectors. Perhaps one reason for this is the Col. is well acquainted with Hooker and so gets the Regiment noticed. But, in truth the regiment is a splendid one as compared with others in the vicinity. There is but one in the Division that can compare with it and that is the famous Brooklyn 14th Zouaves. This you know has the reputation of one of the very finest in the Service.
Where does Mort go Sunday nights leaving you alone? Is he paying particular attention to some young lady? If so, I wish him all success. I often think about how you look evenings gathered around the stand before the stove. I often think of you as writing, Mother as reading her big Bible with her glasses on, and Mort spread out on the lounge half dreaming, half waking and taking a bit dose of comfort.
Tell Kate her "bundle of love" came safe to hand and was the most acceptable favor possible as I can keep it while in camp and carry it with me when we march having a constant benefit from it. As to the slippers she proposed, I'll wait till I get home where I can have some benefit of them and not be obliged to throw them away within a week of their rec't, or to give them as a contribution to the comfort of some neighboring contraband, of which there are some pretty large families in this vicinity who depend entirely on the Army for their support. What few "poor white trash" there is left are obliged to come to our Quartermasters for subsistence.
We drummed two men out of camp this morning to the tune of the Rogues March. Their offense was desertion.
I reported to Co. C on Monday last, for duty as 2nd. Lt. I've not been able to do much duty in the Co. however, it taking most of the week to get my discharge and then to get mustered again. I was really a citizen two days, having my discharge papers in my pocket, all perfect and complete. But under the circumstances I didn't think it advisable to leave the Army. I was mustered into the service again yesterday under satisfactory circumstances, my commission and pay commencing back to the first of March. We are looking constantly for the paymaster. There being nearly six months pay now due us he ought to make his appearance before long. We will not, however, get more than 4 months pay now if he pays within a week or two.
I've changed my quarters again and am now stopping with Lt. Safford, though I manage to keep on boarding at the Comissary department. I mean to stick by till we move or George turns us away. Frank Raymond (son of Raymond the bookseller in Det.) takes my place as Com. Sergt. He is a nice fellow and likes company, so I think there is but little danger of our being turned out in the wet as yet.
The mail is just in and brings me a letter from Mort dated March 24. I approve his plan of managing things this Summer. I am glad to hear that the prospect is so fair. I feel greatly indebted to him as to all of you for the interest you take in my behalf.
Say to Mother, if I have any money that can be spared from my business, I want her to take enough to pay her expenses in going to New York to visit Aunt Harriet. I wish her lots of happiness in the visit. We hear from Capt. Hoyt that he is getting better and hopes to get home soon. The health of the Regt. is good. Here comes a comic picture, -a man on a donkey shouting "New York Herald and Times! Papers to sell--latest news". The boys are having lots of fun with him. The Band is out playing for retreat. Some old tunes they are playing sound remarkably good.
Safford is out and I have sat here alone thinking much and writing little till it has become dark and I can't see to read and correct this. Excuse blunders. Write soon and give my love to many friends and believe me
Every yours,
Lute
I am greatly obliged for those P.O. stamps.
Camp Isabella,
April 15, 1863
Dear Mort,
Yours of the 24th of March was received on the 12th of April. A long time on the way. I was glad to hear that you had so far anticipated my wishes in regard to the management of the farm and that my finances are in so good condition. I hope things may continue prosperous. I would like to have attended Frisbee's grand exhibition, not so much for the amusement or instruction of the exercises (though they were doubtless good) but to see the people--girls in particular. We see plenty of boys here, and good fellows too, but women! Barnum's Museum never could begin to draw like a bit of crinoline and a ladies bonnet! Very rarely a lady comes in camp and when one does I'm ashamed to look at her half enough unless I get behind a tree or a shanty as there are so many staring at her. I think if I was home now I could appreciate a good party. I hope Nelt May is doing well with the Hotel. I feared he would keep rather a low house. You attend some of his parties, of course? I'm sorry Plymouth has been so unfortunate in the selection of her Captains. I hope the rank and file will prove worthy of confidence of their friends and so in part redeem the credit of the town. You think there will be $400 or $450 that will not be needed on the place this Spring? I would like to appropriate whatever there may be to pay Hinsdill's claim. But unless some definite understanding is had with him I don't feel like paying it over now but would rather you would use it in such a manner that it may counterbalance the interest on that matter and at the same time be quite safe. If you can use the money to advantage in paying for the Ramsdell land and be able to return it again in time to cancel my debts you may employ it in that way. There are many improvements I want to make on the place, but at the present rate of labor I think it best to keep things in good repair and be content with that. I hope Mother will go East this Spring if she wants to. I shall not be likely to get any money from Uncle Same very soon to send her but if you can spare $50.00 for me I would be glad of it. Ellen too. I hope you will keep her well supplied with means while I have any in my 15 favor. We are looking every day for the Paymaster & have been for the past 6 weeks. He sent word about the first of March that he was coming down to pay us for the 4 months then due. We have frequently heard from him since then & he is always "coming" within a day or two, but we "can't see it". I am getting anxious to see him as I am pretty much strapped as well as nearly all the rest of the Regt. It will take all that is coming to me on the 4 months pay to buy a sword & such other things as I need to live on till next pay day. I am no obliged to pay for what I eat & wearr. I shall write to Capt. Hoyt to bring me what I need. He offered to do so before he left. We heard from him yesterday. He is still in Georgetown Hospitall but hopes to go home soon. Rufus Thayer of Plymouth arrived here last night. He saw Hoyt when he came down & will call for him when he returns hoping they may be able to go home together. Thayer came down for his son William who came out in our Co. but has been in Hospital at Washington since October. He was however sent to Cincinnati only a day or two before the arrival of his father. We are rejoicing today that we are still in camp and not on the march-as we expected yesterday we would be. We received orders to be ready to march this morning with 8 days rations in knapsacks and haversacks. We packed up ready for an early move this morning, but N.E. rain storm commenced in the night & has kept up a constant pouring till this time 5 o'clock P.M. If we had been on the raod we must have suffered terribly from it. As it is we are all right & will likely be obliged to remain in camp a few days longer till the roads get hard enough to move artillery. I have at last found something that cures Salt Rheum. I knocked fits out of it for me. Dr. Beech prescribed it for me. It is made by taking One (1) part Glycerin to 8 parts water and 8 parts Bay Rum, or other spirits. Put them in a bottle and shake well before using. My hands had become quite bad, but within a week they became quite well. It is applied as a wash. This receipt would have been worth almost anything to me at home. I have never used more than three tablespoons full & my hands are perfectly sound.
April 17 1863
When I commenced this the prospect seemed fair for an early move. But since the rain we hear no more about it. Though we may start any day, as we are ready to start at an hour's notice. The knapsacks are packed with 5 days rations of bread, sugar & coffee & the Col, has us out every day with them on, that the men may become accustomed to them again. Hooker comes down heavy on officers as well as men, they are expected to have their 8 days rations as well as the men. And the only transportation furnished is two mules to the Regt. & these must carry their own forage. So they will be unableto carry anything more than our shelter tents. Arthur Stevens is in camp today. He is looking very healthy & fat as a soldier. I received a letter from Gil & Mary day before yesterday--They say you are repairing your hourse. What does it mean? Are you hoping to move into it soon? Is your health better than last year? I hope so. Write often & tell the particulars about everything & believe me even then some.
Lute
Give my regards to Tommy Merritt when you see him.
The weather is very fine today & the Col. went out with us to drill carrying a knapsack. He is very popular with the Regt. also with the Brigade. Peach trees have been in blossom several days & some of the boys brought in violets a few days since. Though the weather seems about as cold as it is usually in Michigan at this season.
On the Battlefield, May 4th (1863)
Dear Mother:
I wrote Mort on the first from the field, four miles below Fredericksburg. We got a good night's rest that night without disturbance. It was fortunate too that we did, as many of the boys were nearly worn out. On the 2nd we got up at three in the morning athat we might have breakfast and be ready for action or any duty that might present itself. All was quiet, however, till about 7 o'clock when the enemy opened a battery of two guns directing their fire at first at us. But our batteries opening on them very promptly drew their attention another way. The fire was continued pretty sharp for an hour or twoo, particularly from our side. It was very soon evident that the enemy had sent off a large part of their artillery and forces, seeming to have but two heavy pieces remaining. This is what we had surmised for a day or two and we had made calculations accordingly. Our object in crossing seems simply to have been to draw the attention of the enemy to the left while the real attack was made on the right. Hooker having successfully gained the position desired and successfully commenced operating, there was no longer any need of our remaining where we were. We therefore quietly re-crossed the river, leaving the pickets at their posts and keeping a few pieces of artillery throwing shells at their battery to keep up a show of attack. We were perfectly successful in re-crossing and taking up the bridge, not losing a man nor a gun.
We immediately took up our line of march up the river to re-encorce Hooker. I don't know how far it is called to Banks Ford where we crossed, but it was far enough to keep us marching till 10 o'clock and then find ourselves two miles from the ford. We halted here, got some supper and about 3 hours sleep. When we again advanced, crossing the river on pontoons and reached our position near the center of the third line of battle at ______Sunday.
This was a terrible day--especially in the forenoon. We did not go into the fight, being held in reserve. It seemed all day that it was Hooker's object to throw forward the 9 months men and those whose time of service is about to expire. Those engaged reported the slaughter as being terrible, especially with the enemy. Motts Brigade captured 5 stands of colors and they thought as many prisoners as they had men in their Brigade. A Major in the Brig. told me that the Rebs seemed drunk. They would charge on us in solid columns, three deep. Griffin's Battery of 20 pounders supported our front here and when the Rebs advanced to chart on us the battery would open with grape and canister, every discharge mowing roads through their ranks in a frightful manner. We captured many prisoners through the day, some of them coming freely to our ranks while others fought desperately to the last. while many of them were disheartened and sick of the war, others are determined and declare their intentions to fight as long as there is a man left.
May 7th - 7 p.m. Since writing the foregoing we have been very busy. Gen. Hooker in inspecting our lines Sunday passed the 24th. We of course, cheered him lustily. When observing Col. Morrow he politely lifts his had and says "How are you Col. Morrow". Then turning to his aid he remarks, "These are the boys that took Fort Royal". The next morning impressing on Gen. Reynolds the great importance of holding the right secure and having troops there that could be depended upon, he remarked, "I wish you would send the 24th Michigan there".
We were therefore separated from the Brigade and sent to the front of the extreme right. We build breastworks of logs for our reserves and threw out pickets to prevent surprise. We held our positions for two days and two night without receiving a shot. We were obliged to keep constantly on the alert, momentarily expecting an attack. We capured one Rebel picket and shot another.
Tuesday morning at 3:00 we were called up and started through the woods in the rain to re-cross the river. It has rained pretty much ever since and the roads are in prime Virginia condition. We have moved down the river to White Oak Church where we are now resting and cleaning up. the enemy are moving down the opposite bank with the intention of preventing our crossing again. I don't see the reason of our coming back to this point as we were not whipped in any of the battles of the seven days that we were fighting. The Eleventh Corps broke Saturday night which is probably the only cause of failure. The move is not yet complete and it would be unfair to judge of it yet. the troops have unbounded confidene in Hooker.
Ellen's letter of the 23 April was handed me just as we were leaving the battle field on the 5th. I will enclose to her a little bunch of flowers and a Laurel leaf gathered on the field where we fought last December and again last week. The shot and shell thrown at us last Fall are lying around in great profusion. I wish I could send some of them home. They would be quite curiosities to you.
Friday the 8th - 2 p.m. The chaplain comes along saying we can mail letters if we have them written. We are in the camp where we halted lat night and as near right as could be expected. I fear you will be unable to make this out. I have been obliged to write as I could catch an opportunity and in every conceivable position. I have just heard from the boys wounded on the 29th. They are doing well and will soon be with us again. Be assured I will write at every opportunity but should you not hear regularly you will remember that letters sometimes are detained in Washington lest they disclose important matters to the enemy. Be patient and borrow no trouble about me. Everything will come out right in the end.
I remain, yours ever
Lute
Camp of the 24th Michigan Volunteers
Near White Oak Church, Va.
May 11th, 1863
Dear Ellen:
At about 3:00 a.m. of the 6th, with the rain drizzling tediously, while we were rolling up our wet blankets and making ourselves ready for a move, Sam Joy put your letter in my hand. It came in the night before but by some mistake it was overlooked and only came to sight just as were about moving. As soon as it became light enough I slipped it out of my pocket and read it while we were waiting for the balance of the Army to get across the bridges. Our division was the last to cross, being left as a rear guard. We were unmolested, however. Either the Rebs were too badly licked to interfere, or we got off so slyly as not to be discovered. We took it very quietly at least, stopping near the river and cooking some coffee. After we were fairly across and clearly out of reach, the enemy ran down some guns and threw several shots at us, without effect though.
Accept my thanks for your promptness in replying to my letters. I have but little time for gathering flowers. Occasionally I stray into the wood and gather a few specimens. There seems to be not much variety, being mostly violts, some little blue bells, and no Spring beauties. Ther is a beautiful variety called Dutchman's Breeches. I've forgotten their proper name. They are cultivated in gardens at home. We have plenty of Boxwood floers, and peach trees grow in all the hedges as wild as the Box. They and othe fruit trees are blossoming very full. Peaches have shed their petals and apples are just putting out. What prospect have you for fruit? The timber where we are now encamped is thick pine. Our camp is in the open field beside the wood so dense and dark the sun never penetrates, and no plants of any sort grow.
I'd liked to have been with you at Mary Westfall's party, though we have less desire to dissipate now than before we moved. The boys are in excellent spirits, but have plenty excitement connected with their regular duty.
I sometimes see the likeness of a certain "schoolmarm" whom you say you see passing morning and evening. I wonder if Charlie Crawford continues his attentions in that direction or whether he has concluded to emigrate to California. I wish Mort all joy with the only daughter with a long nose. Give her my regards when you meet her. I don't see why you should cease to visit her because Mort goes often.
Capt. Hoyt arrived here last night bringing lots of good things for the boys, myself among the rest, all of which were very acceptable. The verst fits like a charm. We were all glad to see him. Not but that we get along well enough without him as far as duty is concerned, but we are always glad to see anyone from home, especially if he brings a large trunk full of good things. Among them for me was 2 quires of paper, a coat vest, a pair of shirts, and a sword, the latter a present partly from him and in part from Capt. Crosby, who else I don't know. It is a very pretty one at least and I hope it may never be disgraced while in my possession. One of our Lieutenants (Wheeler), whose commission dates at the same time of mine, played out on crossing the river and failed to make his appearance again till we had got safely back to this camp. And now it would be unsafe for him to stay in camp. His company say they would rally on him. He must either resign or be dismissed in disgrace. Either is too good for him. He deserves shooting, just what a private would get in the same circumstances.
Lieut. Barnes left us this morning. He has long been unfit for the Service, but he seemed determined not to leave us till he was obliged to. He takes with him the sympathies of a large portion of the 24th who regret the necessity of parting with him. Joseph Stevens is here visiting. He has been spending the Winter at home recruiting. The health of the company is good. The chronic grumblers have been sent off to Gen. Hospital and the balance stand up to the rack.
The Roe boys report for duty again and are fat as pigs. Alfred Noble and John Ryder who were sick all last Fall have now become strong and are first rate soldiers. I meant to have spoken to Charlie Root in my last. He is deserving much credit for courage, discipline and everything that pertains to a good soldier. He seems to have completely reformed and makse as good a soldier as could be wished. I hope his former conduct will be overlooked as far as possible.
It is very warm today for the season and though I've got in the shade of some pine bushes, it is quite uncomfortable writing. Last night brough a letter from Gill and Mary. The mail is leaving and I must leave alsoo. Write as soon as convenient and believe me ever yours.
Lute
Camp of 24th Near White Oak Church, Virginia
May 29th 1863
Dear Mort
You doubtless often hear of White Oak Church. Have you any idea of what style of place it is? Perhaps I have written of it before, but no matter. It is soon described, by comparison. Just take one of the wings off your horsebarn & put two windows 8 lighted of 8 X 10 glass in the front end & two in the side without the wing & you have the famous church, only it is clapboardeed without paint, badly weatherbeaten & White Oak Church written across the front with charocal. It stands in the open country & containing many tasty residences before it was desolated by soldiers. You can hardly imagine the desolating effect of an army. It desecrates everything, forest, field, and home. They seem to vitiate the atmosphere, so that I sometimes think I can comprehend the meaning of "scenting the battle from afar". You know the place we now occupy is historic ground, being associated with the early life of Washington. The Fitzhughs house is said to be the place where George tried his new hatchet. It is only about a mile and a half from here & we pass it whenever we go on picket. I mean to go down there tomorrow and take a quiet look, if not on duty, as I shall not be unless we march, as I am on guard today, writing this in the shade of a bower of evergreens which we call a "guard house". The duties of guard are not severe in this weather & with such splendid shade. The Sergeant does most of the work, except in the night & then he takes the charge half the time. Gov. Blair & Lady with Barns of the Tribune & two other ladies & several gentlemen from Mich arrived here yesterday, & left again this morning except Barns. Who, I understand will take charge of the money the boys desire to send home. I propose sending you $150.00 either by him, enclosing the receipt in this, or enclosing the money and forwarding it by mail. You may give this money to mother & endorse it on the mortgage she holds against me. The Paymaster is here paying the Regt. for March & April. He has paid 8 companies & will finish tonight. We have been udner marching orders for two or three days, but I think the prospect of moving soon is not very good, believing the alarm of Wednesday to have been on account of some picket firing. The health of the Co. is fair. Ambrose Roe went to Gen Hospital this morning. He is quite sick. A part of this $24.00 is in a check No. 769. You will please endorse this or see that it is cashed.
Camp of the 24th Mich.
May 30th, 1863
Dear Ellen:
Yours of the 17th was handed me on coming into camp on the 27th. A tired and dirty set of fellows we were too. I believe we could have competed favorably with your Squaw visitor. Many of the men were barefoot, their feet being blistered, they could not wear shoes; and they were obliged to march and keep up as there were no ambulances to fall back to, and if they fell behind, the guerrillas would take them prisoners. Though we had a rough march, I would not have missed the excursion for anything, as we had lots of fun, beside a good opportunity for observing the habits and tastes of the country in nearly its primitive state - i.e. the state before the war.
The country south and east of King George Court House has not been traversed much by soldiers of either party. We have occasionally made cavalry raids through there and the Rebs do the same. All men fit for military duty have been taken away, but there are still fences standing, and houses and families living in them, crops growing, etc., etc. I took the liberty of calling on families, ostensibly to buy eggs and milk but curious to see how the people lived and to hear them talk interested me not a little. At Oak Grove, a pretty little town containing two small churches and some 20 dwelling houses 16 miles southeast of the C.H., the Col. desired us to send three men from our company to guard the premises, the finest mansion in town, Mr. Goldman. It was a beautiful place, a two story gothic, with extensive and tasty grounds. The lady of the house indicated the parts to be particularly guarded, and being tired, warm, and dusty, I asked her if she would not furnish dinner for two (Scott and I), hopting to get something good. "Oh! Yes (she) would gladly furnish (us) with dinner". So Scott and I took a refreshing bath and a little brush. When dinner was announced we repaired to the dining room with som 7 other officers of the Reg. We found a table neatly spread with linen and dishes, but rather scantily supplied with provender for 9 hungry men. On the table was the following eatables - I took an inventory.
1 cold boiled ham
6 " tea biscuits
1 quart sweet milk
1 pint lettuce
1 small plate of butter
12 small onions
This was reinforced by a hoecake 1/2 inch thick, the size of a dinner plate. I'll leave you to judge the luxury of the repast. For souce, there were two pretty young ladies of perhaps 15 and 16 of the F.F. V. Stock. Ardent Admirers of "southern chivalry" and cordial haters of "Northern Vandalism" -----. I used to sometimes wonder at the peculiarities of Charlotte's and Rosa's speech, sometimes thinking they were "putting on style". But I find all the people in this country have the same, southern (negro) accent -- only more so than them. I find the people throughout the country universally live on hoecake (indian meal and water baked in a baked kettle- without salt) and bacon. The beat us to fits curing bacon. They cure all their pork as bacon and have learned the secret of the matter. We find no sugar, coffee, teas or any sort of groceries in the country. They will give you the best the house affords for a drawing of coffee. Our darkie managed to furnish us with fresh eggs and occasionally a little milk for coffee while we were out. We have a pretty good sort of contraband that cooks, and skirmishes, for Hoyt, Safford and myself. Making coffee and frying meat embraces about the stock of his information.
I am sorry you worked so hard cleaning house. There can be no necessity for it. You might get some strong woman to do the heavy work and not wear yourself out with drugery. I hardly suspect that Tyler Ledyard would come back so near his old attachment. What has become of Jude Bennett? Does Norm Gage pay his addresses there?
I wrote yesterday to Mort enclosing some money for Mother and handed it to Henry Barns of the Detroit Tribune. He thought it safer and better for Mort to call at his office and get the money than to trust it in the mail. I will endores the receipt Barns gave me and Mort or anyone else can get it. The weather is splendid. How I would like to get out where there are flowers and out of sight of so many soldiers. I found ripe strawberries last week. And wheat was in blossom and the people were plowing corn.
Write often and omit apologies.
Yours as ever,
Lute
Barns leaves here today.
24th Michigan Vols. Guilford
Lowdon Co., Va June 21st (1863)
Dear Ella:
Yours of the 11th reached me this morning. You can guess whether I was glad or not when I tell you this is the first leter received in three weeks. It is the first mail that has reached the Regt. for nine days.
I cannot understand what Mort is doing now days that he cannot write me occasionally. It must be two months since he wrote me last.
I was glad to hear you were enjoying your visit so well. I hope you will take plenty of time and make as much of it as possible.
This perhaps will not reach you, but having plenty of time that is rather draggin for want of something to read, or a correspondent who cares enough for my letters to return the favor occasionally, I can afford to waste a little time and paper for my own diversion.
You probably know ere this that the Army is in motion, watching the movements of Lee and seeking a good opportunity to "pitch into him". Some portion of our force seem to have found that opportunity today, as there has been heavy firing since 8:00 a.m. this morning and it is now 2:00 p.m. It is so far from us we can hardly guess its location, but think it in the vicinity of Manassas Gap. It is at least in that direction.
Since writing you last, we had some serious marches--not so much because of the distance passed over as the heat, dust, and scaricity of water. You remember the Manaassas Junction country is famous for poor water and a scant supply of that. I hardly think I shall ever again think water too muddy to drink--not in the Army at least.
We left camp near White Oak Church at 3:00 a.m. of the 12th, passing through Bealton on the Orange and Alexandria R.R. to Warrenton Junction and Manassas Junction, crossing the famous Bull Run at Blackbury's Ford, stopping at Centerville two nights and a day, then coming on to this point, first striking this Rail Road - Lowdon and Alexandria - at Herndon, about 4 miles below here.
We have now been here three days, doing absolutely nothing--unless you call sleeping something. We are under strict orders to remain in camp and be ready to move at a moment's notice. This has proved the most irksome camp we ever occupied, having no mail, and the news boys not being allowed, or daring to visit us and reading matter all thrown away for want of transportation. And as if the days were not naturally long enough, we are almost habitually turned out at two or three o'clock in the morning when we fold our blankets and sit down on them to hold our tempers and await orders. This railroad is entirely deserted, the Rebs having burned the bridges and torn up much of the track more than a year ago.
Thre have been no incidents connected with this march worthy of remark, unless perhaps it be the execution of a man from the 19th Ind. Reg. of our Brig. He was shot on the 12th for desertion. The execution took place at Hartwood Church in the presence of the Division.
Much of the country traversed possesses an interest as being the scene of previous hard fought battles and there is little doubt but that they would have been the scenes of more bloodshed had not Hooker been so prompt in meeting the enemy at every point. By dint of rapid marches we succeeded in gaining the desired positions in advance of him, compelling him to fight at a disadvantage, if at all. When we heard the firing this morning we thought, of course, we would be at it before night, but it is now so late in the day we will not probably move. If we should it will be much pleasanter marching than we have before had, as we had a fine shower last night and it is cloudy with occasional showers today. If this reaches you before you return, give my regards to such as you think would desire them. And give my love to the prettiest girl you find when the War is done I'll go and see her. Where you may be, please write soon.
Remember me ever as
Yours truly
Lute
Picket line of 1st Brig. 1st A.C.
Near Farmwell V.A.
June 24th 1863
Dear Mort
Yours of the 18th reached me last night. It was quite acceptable, being the first from home for more than three weeks. You mush have an excess of buisiness to monopolize your time so entirely. I see no reason for your lacking matter to write, while there are so many things around you possessing interest enough to fill a letter every day. I received a letter from Ella on Sunday. They were having a good time. - You did not say how you were living--whether boarding, or whether some one was keeping house for you--Ell wrote that you were repairing your house but she did not say how you were fixing it--nor do you say anything about "that only daughter with a long nose". As you see by the caption of this I am writing from the picket line. We came out day before yesterday, & are to be relieved today. I wish we were to remain longer, as we are having a good time. Our post is in a nice oak grove, a country where soldiers have not before been. There are only 20 of our Co. out & Safford & I & all on one post. We have lived in good style since coming here. The boys bring in an abundance of chicken, geese, pigs, mutton, milk, butters, honey, etc. It is strange we never found out that bills on the Bank of Wayne Co. (Mich) were as good as Green Backs till we came to Virginia. Here all those banks-Gibralter, River Raisin, Detroit City, & all such reliable banks pass current for provisions. I would feel different about using such money if the people were not all Secesh anxious to do us all the ill they dare.
Our camp is near Guilford on the Ludon and Alexandria R.R. We are not expecting to remain here long, or hope not at least, as the water is poor & hard to get. Broad Run runs along our camp, but is had scarcely water enough to be called a stream. The country between here & Centerville is excellent, but just here the farms are all worn out. The soil is different from anything in Michigan. Being very thin covering of clay over a bed of brick colored slate. The rock is so rotten it plows up & mixing with the surface it refuses to raise anything except dew berries, which grow in profusion, but are not yet ripe. The wild cherries of this country beat anything of the kind in Michigan. We found them in great abundance about Manassas. They look just like those in Webers yard & are excellent, being much sweeter than our common red cherries. Don't think of getting any news from me, as we are watching anxiously all the papers to find out what has become of us & Gen. Hooker. But the people of Washington are more ignorant of our whereabouts than we are. Joe has succeeeded in fooling everybody, but don't be alarmed, you will hear from us one of these days. We are only watching an opportunity now. Write often if you have nothing to say.
Yourse truly,
Lute
Letter of Mrs. G. M. Shattuck to her mother, Mrs. Ira Donelson, in Pontiac
Sunday Afternoon
Plymouth, July 26th 1863
Dear Mother:
I did not receive your letter till Friday night. It was not at the office Tuesday when Gilbert went for mail and there was no one to the office for two days. I sent a letter last Wednesday night; also sent one to Father a week ago last night. If it went right along as it out to it reached you Tuesday. I should be more prompt about writing but most letters are so long on the way sometimes that it amost discourages me from writing. We know nothing more of poor Lute's last hours or of his resting place than at first. Capt. Hoyt came home with Mort to recover of his wound. He says he knew him to be wounded in the arm early in the engagement and told him to go off the field and have his wound dressed, but he chose to stay and he was known to be wounded in the leg or thigh, after that but probably neither of those two wounds killed him. It must have been the bullet that passed through his diary that did the work. That was ound a mile and a half from where the 24th went into battle on what is called Seminary Hill. George Starkweather and Frisbee have returned. They said that he was buried by strangers or citizens and not knowing anything more of him than any other soldier did not know where he was buried. I guess Mort done all he could to get some trace of him, but everything was confusion and the army had gone on and there was no one to guide him.
It may be some one in after years will turn up what could give some tidings of him though Mort and others think we shall never know any more of him than that he lost his life in the battle of Gettysburg. How hard it is to think of the dear fellow under such circumstances but I suppose he is not the only one. Henry Burr was wounded in the hand back of the fore finger; took away part of the joint. Thinks he will lose the use of the fore finger if not have it taken off entirely. They have sent his money and he will be home soon. I guess you saw the news of Edward Corey. He was our class leader. He was badly wounded but Dr. Coleman dressed his wound on the 13th and thought he would get well with good nursing but the wound took to bleeding and he died the 14th. When Mort came back he said if his wife could go and tenderly nurse him and cheer him up he would do better. So she went out in the stage the same afternoon and when she got there he was dead and burried. She came back yesterday. She is left without anything, only her pension and what she saved of his bounty and wages; has 2 girls, one 14 and the other 12. Another man, Mr. Ryder, had 2 sons in the army, one in the 24th and one in the cavalry with Henry Burr. The one in the 24th was killed instantly. E. Way buried him. The other one was mortally wounded but lived 2 weeks. Henry Burr wrote how he was and his father went right down and took care of him till he died and buried him beside his brother. Ryder returned yesterday. I suppose Charles Holbrook is safe as he was driver of one of the ammunition trains. He don't write. I suppose he has nothing to write as he was nowhere near the battle. Elder Way does not write to the Shattucks as he does to some others. I suppose he cannot tell anything of interest any more than Mort found out.
It is reported that 2 or 3 of the 24th lay on their faces 2 days to avoid being in the battle. One was that mason that laid our cellar wall. You remember him, how surly he was.
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