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

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Camp White, July 28, 1863.

Dear Uncle: — . . . We are again in our old camp. We have lost some valuable officers and men since we left. Captain Delany, commanding one of my cavalry companies, was killed in storming Wytheville. He was a man to trust. He received his promotion on my recommendation and was one of my best friends. . . .

We hear Morgan is himself taken at last. This is important. At least ten thousand of our mounted men have heretofore been kept busy watching him. They will now be at liberty to push against the weakened enemy.

It now seems probable enough that the war will be substantially ended with our original enlistment.

Sincerely,

R. B. Hayes.

S. BIRCHARD.

July 28, Tuesday. The Secretary of War promises that he will reinforce General Gillmore with 5000 men. I thought it should be 10,000 if we intended thorough work, but am glad of even this assurance. General Halleck excuses his non-action by saying Gillmore had not applied for more men. Vigilance is not one of Halleck’s qualifications.

July 28.—Secretary Stanton ordered the formation of a Bureau of Cavalry to be attached to the War Department of the United States.— Colonel Rowett, of the Seventh Illinois infantry, in command of a force from Corinth, Miss., fell upon a party of rebels, belonging to Roddy’s force, near Lexington, Tenn., and in a skirmish which followed, captured Colonel Campbell and Captain Clark, together with another captain, two lieutenants, and twenty-five men.

—The steamboat Imperial, the first boat from New-Orleans since the opening of the Mississippi River, arrived at St Louis, Mo., and was welcomed with great enthusiasm.—The National forces under Colonel Sanders, at Richmond, Ky., were attacked by a large body of rebels, and driven back to a point within five miles of Lexington, the rebels closely following. Lexington was placed under martial law, and all able-bodied citizens between the ages of eighteen and forty-five were ordered to report for duty.—At Richmond, Va., the demolition of the street railroads was completed, the track having been torn up and the iron sent to the mill to be rolled into mail for a gunboat.

Unidentified soldier in Union uniform with M1816 conversion musket with affixed bayonet, bowie knife, and large Colt revolverUnidentified soldier in Union uniform with M1816 conversion musket with affixed bayonet, bowie knife, and large Colt revolver.

Quarter-plate tintype, hand-colored ; 12.5 x 10.1 cm (case)

Deposited by Tom Liljenquist; 2012

Liljenquist Family Collection of Civil War Photographs; Ambrotype/Tintype photograph filing series; Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division.

Record page for image is here.

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Colonel Lyons.

 

Fort Donelson, July 28, 1863.—Adjutant Ruger has his commission and will leave us very soon for the Potomac. I mean to have Scott commissioned as Adjutant . Of course, I shall make him Post Adjutant if he is commissioned Regimental Adjutant.

Colonel Bruce was here on Saturday with his staff. I like him very much and think we will get along first rate.

July 28 — Renewed our march this morning and marched to Culpeper Court House. The country between Sperryville and Culpeper Court House is mostly hilly and the farming land is undulating and rolling. We passed through Woodville, an apparently old village, situated seven miles from Sperryville.

Camped at Culpeper Court House.

[Diary] Tuesday, July 28, 1863.

Brought home from school to-day a heavy load of watermelons. We have decided to distribute the rest of the commission needles and thread in this manner. We give them in exchange for melons or anything eatable that the children have to sell, and that we can send to the hospitals for the wounded soldiers; we sent the fruit to the colored hospitals, because the goods were originally meant for them, and because the other hospitals have more friends to care for them. All the superintendents have melons offered by cartloads by the people, who seem as if they cannot give enough.

July 28—Left at 6 this morning, marched ten miles and halted on the mountain.

Abby Howland Woolsey to Harriet Gilman.

Fishkill, July, 1863.

It took so long for letters to come from Gettysburg, and Mother and Georgy had so little time to write, that we didn’t hear often. They have come themselves at last; arrived Tuesday, midnight. . . . Georgy came up here this noon, and we have been sitting together talking over all the strange scenes in those tents by the railroad, where 16,000 men have been fed and comforted in the last three weeks. Just imagine Mother in a straw flat and heavy Gettysburg boots, standing cooking soup for 200 men at a time, and distributing it in tin cups; or giving clean shirts to ragged rebels; or sitting on a pile of grocer’s boxes, under the shadow of a string of codfish, scribbling her notes to us.

She has many a memento of that strange battle—one, of a rebel lieutenant who died in her care; and a score of palmetto buttons from rebel coats—dirty but grateful, poor wretches; etc. . . . They say that the women of Gettysburg have done all they can, given the wounded all that the rebels had not taken, and have boarded the Sanitary and Christian Commission for nothing. At one house, where Mother and G. got their dinner one day, the woman could not be induced to take money. “No, ma’am,” she said, “I would not wish to have that sin on my soul when this war is over.”

We may go to Brattleboro for a month. But if Charley holds out the hope of his coming home, it won’t be worth while to go away. . . . We have not heard anything recently from “the army,”—I mean our modest portion of it in the form of Charley. He and all of them I am sure must be mortified at this escape of Lee at Gettysburg, scot free. He lost many men, but so did we. Pennsylvania is safe from “the invader”; but, dear me, our army has begun the hateful scramble all over Virginia again. . . .

Charley wrote that “Halleck urged forced marches after the retreating rebels and an immediate attack, as he had positive information that Lee was rapidly crossing the Potomac.” Charley adds, “but we have had nothing but forced marches since we left the Rappahannock, and we know that Lee isn’t crossing and cannot cross rapidly.” [He did, though.]

Headquarters Del. Dept.
Wilmington, Del.,

July 28th, 1863.

My dear Mother:

That I have not written you more punctually, the enclosed carte-de-visite must be my excuse. At last I have fulfilled my promise, and I trust the result may prove satisfactory to you. The carte was promised last Thursday, but only furnished yesterday. “There’s a twist to your nose” says the ingenuous artist, while taking his preliminary surveys. “Perhaps you fell down once, and injured it.” I answered mildly that I had no recollection of such a catastrophe. “Well,” he says, “it isn’t straight anyway.” Then adding with a sigh, “There are very few things that are straight in this world.” I suppose that this philosophic photographer is right.

After all I am going to be present to-morrow at Horace’s wedding. There really is so little doing, that I feel as though I could absent myself for a couple of days with propriety. The General says “All right,” so I shall go on to-night at 11:30. You have not written whether it is your intention to be present. It would be a great pleasure to me if I should find you among the guests. Never mind, Fall is near at hand, and my stay in the army is hastening to an end. I have much leisure time to read, and as it is long since I have had such an opportunity, I am indulging myself in books with a vengeance. My previous visit to New-York was merely to vary a little the monotony of Wilmington life, by the excitement of the mob-rule then prevailing in the former city. I there met Charley Dodge, who was serving as Chief of Cavalry on Gen. Wool’s staff. Charley contrived to give me some little employment, but all I did was not much in amount.

I dined a few days ago at _____’s. _____is a capital good fellow, but painfully lazy and objectless. Much attention and kindness has been shown us since we have been here by the Union people. Unionism means something in a slave state. The most violent secessionists would not venture to express half the disloyal sentiments that one hears from pretty good Union people in Connecticut. The Union people here, from their position, are forced to take such strong ground as to make the sentiment of New England seem cold by comparison. Much love.

Most affec’y.,

Will.