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

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Colonel Lyon’s Letters.

 

Edgefield, April 3, 1864.—I have got nearly settled in my new tent. I have a floor and stove in it. Mr. Barker is here today. He is installed in his new place in Nashville and thinks he will get along. There is a house full at Morrison’s, Norcross, Noyes, Hewitt, Hollister, Dr. Smith, Lamoreau, Walters, the Chaplain, and myself. Wallahan and his wife are there, besides a number of refugees, I think, by their looks. There is some one in our old place. It makes me homesick to pass there. It is all cleaned up and looks so homelike.

I spent most of yesterday with Colonel Hobart. We dined at General Rosecrans’ headquarters, and visited the 22d Wisconsin. Met Colonel Straight again.

Huntsville, Ala., April 3, 1864.

Thunder, lightning and rain are having a little time by themselves outdoors to-night. No audience, but guards and government mules, but that don’t seem to affect the show. We have a right good hotel here, a rather lively party, and have spent a pleasant, highly gaseous evening, Colonel Oglesby, Dr. Morris and Captain Wilkinson of our division. We came down on two days’ leave, principally to see the place, but all having more or less business. Found Will Trites this a.m.; dined with him, and this afternoon four of us have been riding. I enjoyed it very much. Had good horses, and ’tis a beautiful town. I think the finest I have seen South; but nothing near what Decatur, Bloomington, Quincy and a dozen other Illinois towns promise to be when they have half its age. In the cemetery there are as many really fine monuments as there were in the Chicago cemetery in 1859, and should think it not more than half the size of the new Canton graveyard. Our soldiers have been registering their names on the finest of the monuments. It looks so sacrilegious, and fully as ridiculous. They have a beautiful custom here of placing wreaths of flowers and bouquets upon the graves. This p.m. (Sabbath) nearly every grave had one or more such offerings. I attended the Presbyterian church this a.m., and certainly never heard the English language so abused before. The minister was a citizen. Did not by a word allude to the war in sermon or prayers. Most of the ladies wore mourning. Very full attendance of them. All who refused the “oath” here, have been sent across the river. Saw General McPherson at breakfast this morning looking as of old. We were paid four months last Thursday.

April 3rd. Sunday. Went to town and receipted for clothing. A rainy unpleasant day.

Camp White, April 3, 1864.

Dear Uncle: —. . . I have spent the last week visiting the five posts between here and Sandy occupied by my men. We are picking up a good many Rebels in small squads. Things look like active operations here as everywhere else, but nothing definite yet.

Sincerely,

R. B. Hayes.

S. Birchard.

Sunday, April 3. — Day was cloudy, although not stormy. We had the usual Sunday inspection, which was very poor. Inspected four companies, I, A, H and E. A and H were fair, but the other two were shameful. After inspection we had some forty men standing at attention. Two weeks to-day since we left Readville.

Sunday, April 3rd.

The snow storm abated somewhat this morning, and I took the opportunity to have my “headquarters” pitched. These consist of two “A” tents fastened together end to end, the rear one occupied by a bed for Lieut. Edmonston and myself and the front one by a bed for Lieut. Gleason. These beds are very primitive structures, composed of small boughs of pine covered with leaves and blankets, and are kept in position, and the occupants prevented from falling out of bed, by sticks or boards staked up about them like the sides of a box. Having dug a trench around the outside of the tents, and built a mud fire place in the corner of the front room, we flattered ourselves that we were secure against the elements, but a rain storm coming on, we find that “all is vanity,” for the water comes through the canvas like a sieve and puts out our fire, so we go to bed, and, drawing our rubber blankets over our heads, take a quiet nap. Most of the company having returned to camp and put up their tents, they crawl into them and shiver through it.

April 3 — We had preaching in camp to-day by the Rev. Mr. Zimmerman. Text, Hebrews ii: 1.

Sunday, April 3.—A very lovely day. Troops are still passing. In the morning Mrs. W. and myself took a walk to the depot to see if any of our friends were among the soldiers. Mrs. W. was expecting to see Mr. Tylman, from Mobile, a member of the Eighth Alabama Regiment, on his way to Virginia.

In the afternoon Miss W. and I took a walk in the woods, in company with Mr. and Mrs. Bears and Dr. Hughes. “The hoary worshipers of Deity” were budding forth with all the freshness and beauty of young spring. The woods were filled with wild flowers, and there was a soft, balmy spirit sighing through the trees, casting a soothing influence over all, making us forget for awhile the cares and strife with which we are surrounded. We sat for some time on the logs, and sang hymns, among them “Old Hundred,” which brought memories of the past to us all. Dr. Hughes proved himself a very good singer. He is an enthusiastic southerner, over sixty years of age, and has left wife and home for the cause. He tells me that his daughters in Kentucky are indefatigable in working for the southern cause. They are very kind to our men who are in the northern prisons, as I am told that nearly all the women of that state are. They and many other ladies have made up thousands of suits of clothing for them, and taken them to the prisons in person. Dr. H. is an excellent hand at relating anecdotes, one of them I insert for the lesson it teaches: The infidelity of the witty Earl of Rochester is well known. On a festive occasion at court, Dr. Hammond, a learned divine, and the earl were guests. They were promenading, each accompanied by a few friends. The earl having often expressed a wish to see Dr. H., as the two were approaching each other a friend of the earl’s pointed the doctor out to him as that gentleman in black just before him. He desired an introduction. On receiving it with bowing forms, the salutations respectively ran thus:

R. How do you do, Dr. Hammond?

H. (bowing very gracefully) My lord, your humble servant.

R. (evidently chagrined at the advantage Dr. H. had in the first salutation). Yours, doctor, down to the ground.

H. (smiling). Yours, my lord, down to the antipodes.

R. (more mortified than at first.) Yours, Dr. H., down to the bottom of hell.

H. (assuming an air of serious dignity). And there, my lord, I leave you. I have answered a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own conceit; but I will not further answer a fool according to his folly, lest I be like unto him.

Bishop Burnet, who gives us this anecdote, says that the earl was in the habit of commenting on what he called biblical contradictions and inconsistencies, and he took pride in trying to puzzle clergymen; hence his desire to see Dr. Hammond. But he was never known afterward to bring up the verses in question, (Prov. xxvi, 4, 5,) nor would he permit his friends to refer to his rencontre with Dr. H.

Sunday, 3d—I went to our church again this morning, it being the day for preaching. In the evening I went to see a young lady friend.

April 3. This is a station on the Seaboard and Roanoke railroad; the camp ground lies between the station and the Nansemond river. The camp is named Camp Wellington in honor of a gentleman of that name in the city of Worcester, Mass., but I reckon if he could see this camp he would not feel very highly honored. It is the worst ground we have ever camped on, being little else than a mud hole. I have slept out in the woods ever since we came here, but we are getting it drained and the tents stockaded, but by the time we get it habitable we shall have to’ leave it.