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

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

[Diary] June 11.

After school I went to Beaufort and to Mr. Judd’s.1 Mr. Pierce was there and tried to frighten me by representing the important nature of the report, etc., Colonel McKaye came into the parlor with Mr. Winsor, the phonographic reporter. He proceeded to ask and I to answer questions as definitely and shortly as possible. Presently Miss Kellogg came into the room and Colonel McK. looked a little annoyed, for he had said he wished to talk to me alone; I suppose so that I could speak without bias. Presently Mr. Winsor stopped reporting, and Mr. McK. wanted to know why. He said he was suffering from such a severe headache that he could not proceed. This broke up the conference. Colonel McK. then said the Government would pay any expense I had been at in coming to Beaufort to testify, and when I said there was none at all, he said he had wanted to give Aunt Phyllis a present and gave me five dollars to buy a gown for her. I then took my leave. I had to go home, and Miss K. lent me her waterproof, as a thunderstorm was just coming up. Mr. Pierce and Captain Hooper crossed in the special boat with me, for it was too late for the ferry. The rain began to fall as we stood under the shelter of the shed at the ferry, and the gentlemen were caught in the storm going home. I drove Betty in a sulky and Captain Hooper made his little Ben mount on the seat behind to hold the umbrella over me. I had my pretty new hat on one arm, Ellen’s basket on the other under the waterproof, and I rode along bare-headed. The storm came up furiously. I never heard or imagined such thunder, nor saw such lightning. I knew Betty shied at guns, and I was afraid the thunder cracks would make her wild or jump sideways just as we were on some narrow causeway, with water on each side of us, for the tide was up. Ben held the umbrella manfully and I was not very wet, though the rain came in torrents. At last, when we were in the very causeway which I had feared, there came a crack of thunder and flash at the same moment. Betty shied, but not much. I said, “Ben, are you afraid?” “No, ma’am,” he answered with a cool, comfortable tone of voice that testified to his truth. It was more than I could say. We approached Eustis’ bridge and here was a real terror to me, for the cloud overhead was not expended and the thunder was terrific. If Betty shied on the approach to the bridge, we should plunge into a strong, deep, swift stream. Just as I was summoning courage for the trial, I saw by a flash that there was a horseman coming towards me and I felt sure it was Mr. Tomlinson.2 “I came to find you,” he said; and he wanted to know how he could help me. I told him only by riding along and pulling me out of the water if Betty plunged me in. Thus we rode along, I wonderfully reassured by having someone else in the same predicament. Near the bridge came the expected crash, but Betty, also reassured by company, did not start. A tree was struck just the other side of the bridge. Once again, before we got home, a flash and crack came together, exactly like the discharge of a cannon, and Betty sprang to one side. But we reached home safely, and I had to wade over shoe-tops to the steps in the back yard, into which we drove at once. Ellen was overjoyed that we had not been struck in the terrible storm. I found my hat only a little injured.


1 General Superintendent of Port Royal Island.

2 General Superintendent of St. Helena and Ladies Island, succeeding Richard Soule, Jr.

June 11, Thursday. The President informs me that he did not go to Falmouth, but merely to Fort Lyon near Alexandria.

June 11—Resumed our march at 5 A.M., passed over three creeks that formed the Rappahannock River, passed through a town called Flint Hill, and camped one mile on the north side of the town. Marched sixteen miles to-day.

June 11th. Commenced with pleasant weather, wind from the S. W.; at three thirty A. NI., a squall of wind came up, we having only one anchor down, the starboard one, thought proper to let the good old ship ride the gale out with two, so let go the port anchor; we had no sooner let it go, than we had to heave it up again, as the blow, or tornado, it seemed, coming on, was all over with. Mortar boats engaged bombarding Port Hudson batteries. Squally and rainy weather; at six P. M. raining very hard—clearing off between seven and eight o’clock—accompanied by fresh breezes from S. S. E. Firing at Port Hudson continued the whole of these twenty-four hours.

 

June Washington, D.C. Group of Sanitary Commission workers at the entrance of the Home Lodge

Washington, D.C. Group of Sanitary Commission workers at the entrance of the Home Lodge; June 1863.

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June 11 — Very cloudy and damp this morning. It rained very hard last night and our things are nearly all wet — some sharp shooting going on today. We are liable to be struck with a ball any minute. We are in a position where they fall all around us and in our midst. J. L. Miller was struck with one today. The ball was well spent and didn’t enter his flesh. It is reported that Genl. Grant has called for 100,000 more men to reinforce him, Genl. Price has taken Helena and therefore cut off his supplies. It is said we have in Vicksburg 31,380 men with 30 or 40 days rations. W.R.C.

JUNE 11TH.—Stayed in camp to-day with the exception of about an hour. The rebs have succeeded in planting a mortar, which has sent a few big shells into our quarters. This sort of practice did not last long, for a hundred guns Sibley Tent, near Vicksburg, June 1863around our line soon roared the mortar to silence. But one shell dropped near my tent, buried itself in the earth, and exploded, scattering dirt for yards around and leaving a hole big enough to bury a horse. Another fell on top of the hill and rolled down, crashing through a tent. The occupants not being at home it failed to find a welcome.

These shells are visitors we do not care to see in camp, for their movements are so clumsy they are apt to break things as they go. However, they are rather rare, while the bullets are so frequent that we have almost ceased to notice them. Their flights remind us of the dropping of leaves and twigs from the trees around us. The balls of lead as they fall are found bent and flattened in every conceivable shape. A friend from the 96th Ohio, on a visit to me, as he walked over, met a rebel bullet which took a piece out of his arm.

by John Beauchamp Jones

JUNE 11TH—It appears that the enemy design to attack us. The following is Lee’s dispatch:

“CULPEPPER, June 9th, 1863.

“To GENERAL S. COOPER.

“The enemy crossed the Rappahannock this morning at five o’clock A.M., at the various fords from Beverly to Kelly’s, with a large force of cavalry, accompanied by infantry and artillery. After a severe contest till five P.M., Gen. Stuart drove them across the river.

            R. E. LEE.”

We have not received the details of this combat, further than that it was a surprise, not creditable to our officers in command, by which a portion of ten regiments and 600 horses were taken by the enemy. We lost, killed, also a number of cavalry colonels. We, too, captured several hundred prisoners, which have arrived in the city. Of the killed and wounded, I have yet obtained no information—but it is supposed several hundred fell on both sides.

Still I do not think it probable this affair, coupled with the fact that the enemy have effected a lodgment on this side of the Rappahannock below Fredericksburg, and are still crossing, will frustrate any plan conceived by Lee to invade their country. If, however, Lincoln concentrates all his forces in the East for another attempt to capture Richmond, and should bring 300,000 men against us—we shall have near 200,000 to oppose them.

The Northern Democratic papers are filled with the proceedings of indignation meetings, denouncing the Republican Administration and advocating peace.

June 11th, 1863.

We are fairly packed on board a small transport; so thickly are we crowded in, it is almost impossible to stir; yet all will stir. Every man seems to think his very existence depends on movement. As I sit here on my knapsack, my back against the railing, inkstand between my feet to prevent it being kicked over, a continuous stream of restless, uneasy men is pouring around, on and over me, which, added to the motion of the vessel, makes writing difficult. We left Cairo yesterday at five o’clock in the afternoon, and steamed down the river a few miles below Cumberland, Kentucky, and anchored for the night.

The captain dare not run his vessel in the night, it being dark and cloudy, and the Mississippi being the most dangerous river in the world to navigate. We expect to reach Memphis early in the morning, and will then learn our final destination.

Having crossed the Mississippi at Dubuque, some three hundred miles above Cairo, I was somewhat disappointed, as it did not appear to be any wider at Cairo than at Dubuque, but, by close observation, I discovered that what it lacked in width was made up in velocity and depth.

At Dubuque, too, the water is clear as crystal; from St. Louis down it is the color of chocolate. The banks of the river are uninhabited and uninhabitable most of the way. Every spring and fall they overflow from ten to thirty miles, and then this mighty mass of water will not be confined. The river channel is constantly changing. The light, loose soil of the valley cannot withstand the tremendous power of the resistless floods that are hurled from the north upon its yielding bosom. This is one cause of disaster. The sand bars change so often it is impossible to keep track of them.

Thursday, 11th.—Rained tremendous hard rain late yesterday evening; had to sleep in ditches where water and mud was half-leg deep. Every flash of lightning, the Yanks would shoot at any one who chanced to have his head above the works.