Following the American Civil War Sesquicentennial with day by day writings of the time, currently 1863.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Kingston, Monday, July 4. ‘Tis Independence Day but there is nothing unusual to remind us of it. Yet it is not forgotten. We remember with enthusiasm how gloriously it was spent one year ago in beholding our country’s enemy succumb to our Chieftain Grant, and we know the time will come when all traitors will meet a like fate. The train from the front tells us that Sherman’s headquarters are on the summit of Kenesaw Mountain. If true, good news enough. Hurrah for Sherman and our Union!

Went out grazing both forenoon and afternoon alone, three hours each time; while out picked blackberries. Brought in as many as mess could eat, very rich and nice. Camp policed by cannoneers, which makes it look very much better. It is a pleasant spot, high and airy, broad view before us.

It is dusk, everything is dreary and still, I write alone. Below is Kingston, wholly deserted, no sign of life except a few wandering soldiers. The band at Brigade headquarters has been playing “America” and is now giving “Home Sweet Home” in touching strains that go to the hearts of all the rough and quiet listeners. How did they spend to-day at home? Would that I could but have one glance. I feel that their uppermost thought is “Where is Jenkin to-night.” He too is thinking of you. It is well with him, but longs to hear from home. It is three weeks since the last mail reached him. The day is spent as all others are spent. He has nothing to read or amuse himself with here, and he will go to bed early to enjoy sweet slumbers and pleasant dreams.

4th. Spent the day very quietly in camp. Have been great rumors as to today’s proceedings, but nothing has occurred as we hear.

July 4. — Court-martial adjourned after finishing case of McLeod. Went over to General Burnside’s quarters to see Captain Rathbone. Had a man from G Company slightly wounded.

Headquarters 56th Mass. Vols.,
Near Petersburg, Va., July 3, 1864.

Dear Hannah, — We were moved into the second line of rifle-pits last night, although we did not make much by the exchange, for in our present place we are only about 100 yards from the first line, and in an open field, so that the rebels have a fair view of us. There was a man killed about fifteen feet from my quarters this morning, and another one wounded, both by the enemy’s bullets.

It is now about 6 P.M., and I see no indication of any move on our part to-morrow. I think we shall have a quiet time of it unless the rebels attack us. . . .

Our Q. M. (now Captain) Ladd has resigned his position in the regiment, in order to accept promotion. I asked him to call on the family and think he will do so. He is a very nice fellow indeed.

I wish I were at home to protect you from the robbers. I think that this war will and has brought a precious set of scoundrels round. I am afraid that when some of the regiments are mustered out, some of the men will find it so hard to settle down to civilized life that they will take to robbery, etc., by way of amusement.

Monday, July 4, 1864.

We still remain quiet. All last night the enemy kept up a tremendous popping, in order to prevent us from moving or massing troops. Several of the bullets struck my shanty, which, by the way, is a very nice little place. It consists of two rows of logs placed one on another, with dirt thrown up on the outside. It is proof against any bullets the enemy have. On the inside it is dug down about 18 inches so that we feel quite safe here. All the officers have to live in this way. It is the only way theycan live with any approach to safety. When one ventures out too much, the sharp zip of bullets admonishes him of his danger.

The Sanitary Commission has been doing a great deal of good lately. They have been issuing tomatoes and saurkraut to the troops, as well as to the sick. Occasionally lemons are dealt out. These fresh vegetables have a wonderful effect on the health of the men. They prevent scurvy and keep the men in good condition. I imagine that an immense supply of these articles must have been sent down here, for the headquarters of the various generals have generally absorbed a great portion of the stuff sent by the Sanitary. . . .

July 4th. The day we celebrate. At dark last night the boat tied up at Charleston. Went ashore for a while. The town is located on a bluff, which we had to climb to reach it. As we saw it in the dark, it was a dirty looking place. Perhaps because it was a mining town. The boat left at daylight, going on, down the river. The boat being flat bottomed, to sail in shallow water, we came near tipping the thing over as we made a rush to one side, something having attracted our attention. The officers of the boat let out a yell “Trim ship!” and then explained that we must not do such a thing. We got our lesson, the way the boat tipped. We were careful after that.

Having a good time, as the boat goes slowly down the river, taking in all the points of interest. As we are near the Ohio River we pass Point Pleasant, on the Virginia side. Here we leave the Kanawah River and are out on the O-hi-o. Surprised when the boat headed down the river, as we supposed we were going up. After a run down the Ohio, about four miles, we landed at Gallipolis, and were ordered to go ashore. In the early morning, on the Kanawah River, we were allowed to celebrate for a while, by discharging our muskets.

At Gallipolis, Ohio, we were ordered to wait for a larger boat to take us up the river. Here the people were very kind, tried to make our stay happy. I bought a quart tin pail to use, taking the place of the one shot through at the battle of Piedmont. It had a cover, bail handle. Up to this time I had used an old fruit can to make coffee in. While waiting for the boat, conversed with the people, who were very kind to us. Informed us it was reported Hunter’s army was starving in the mountains of West Virginia. He was censured by the people and the press. It was also reported he could have taken Lynchburg, had he got there the day before. That could have been done by not stopping so long at Staunton and Lexington. I often wonder whether a true history of Hunter’s raid to Lynchburg would ever be written and published.

As soon as the large boat arrived we were quickly on board, going up the O-hi-o. This being a holiday, many people were along the banks celebrating. They greeted us with cheers, firing guns. Whenever the boats came near the shores, the people came with baskets, filled with bread, cakes, and pies, and threw to the soldiers. It was laughable to see us catch pies. As our hands caught one, they would generally go to pieces, making many a hearty laugh. The people seemed to enjoy the fun while watching us eat whatever we caught. This trip up the Ohio River is very enjoyable, except when the boat runs aground or sticks on a sand bar. Then we were obliged to wade ashore, and perhaps walk from one to two miles, or until the boat got into deep water. At this time the river is very low. The boat seems to find all the sandbars. Shouting and cheers greet us as we go up the river. The boats carrying the soldiers were overloaded. A memorable trip for the 18th Connecticut Regiment. Owing to the low water, the boat will tie up for the night. The rest and change is very beneficial, also gave us time to talk over the past two months. It am very thankful that I was able to keep my place in the ranks, and not obliged to fall by the wayside. It is claimed we marched over seven ranges of mountains. Passed through four battles, six skirmishes, since we left Martinsburg. At times our suffering has been intense. Feel that we have suffered much for our country.

I am detailed to take charge of the guard for tonight, on board the boat, while tied up to the shore. Guard duty is kept up at all times. At times must act as a sergeant.

July 4 — Renewed our march this morning, still moving southward. We passed Dinwiddie Court House and came very near not seeing it as such, for it stands in the woods and looks like an isolated school building. There may be a village scattered around it somewhere, but I did not see it. The court house is about fifteen miles southwest of Petersburg, and in a poor and brushy portion of the county. All the country that we passed through to-day looks like as if the land is very poor and unproductive; some of it is nothing but white sand with a few briers trying to creep over it. The woodland is composed of low squatty pines on the little ridges, with oak timber in the low places, standing in an undergrowth of bushes so thick that a twisty wind can hardly creep through it.

We marched till midday, then camped in a forlorn, desolate-looking place where we can see nothing but the sun and bushes. This camp is about three miles from the Nottoway River, and about twenty-five miles south of Petersburg. Weather, boiling hot.

July 4th. It was the stillest fourth I ever passed; the boys had no chance to celebrate. Bands played in the evng. There was a little Artillery firing on the right; we expected an attack.

July 4, 1864.

I count it the hardest Fourth I have seen in the service. About 8 a.m. we moved out, passed through Marietta, which is by far the prettiest town I have seen South (about the size of Canton), and continued south nearly all the way along our line of works. Marched about 11 miles. Not more than one-third of the men stacked arms when we halted for the night; fell out along the roads. I have seen more than 1,000 prisoners and deserters.

July 4—Four hundred prisoners left here for some other prison, as there were too many here.

by John Beauchamp Jones

            JULY 4TH.—Cloudy, but still hot and dry.

            From the clouds of dust seen rising between Petersburg and theJames River, it is conjectured that Grant’s army is in motion.

            The Federal Congress has authorized the drafting of 200,000 more men, after 60 days’ fruitless attempt to raise volunteers. So it will be September before the draft, and January before the men will be soldiers.