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

August 2014

Columbia, S. C., Aug. 6, 1864.

Dear Father, —We arrived here yesterday. Am perfectly well. We are treated quite well here. I think we shall remain here for some time. Please write Lieutenant Lipp, my adjutant, and ask him to have my valise, bedding and baggage, and any papers belonging to me that he may find, sent on home. I wish my horses to remain with the regiment under the charge of my servant, Loud.

Love to all the family.

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P.S. Please send me a 20-pound sterling bill of exchange. It is the safest and best way of sending money. Make it payable to my order. Try and send it through Major Anderson of General Foster’s staff. I know him and think he would be able to get the money to me quicker than any one else. General Foster is in command at Hilton Head.

We are in the jail at Columbia, S. C., and have very fair quarters and are well treated.

Saturday, August 6. — Did not sleep any last night. The bed-bugs and other vermin crawled over me in thousands. I looked like a man with small-pox, from the number of my bites. Tried a table in the room, but found it as bad as the floor. We found several naval officers here, who were captured at Fort Sumter. They have been here almost a year. Everything was in confusion and turmoil. Had bacon and corn-bread served out to us twice.

August 6th. Anniversary of my enlistment. Two years in the service. Rain this morning. Marching orders came early. Left camp, crossed the Monocacy River and the B. & O. R. R. Roads very muddy. Hard marching as we go up and down hills. On over South Mountain, descending into the Pleasant Valley. After marching about fifteen miles we go in camp near the Potomac River. Late this afternoon the weather became clear and fine. Camp located on high sandy ground. A number of the boys are ill at this time and must leave for hospitals. All is quiet tonight. Hope to get a good rest for we don’t know what tomorrow may bring to us.

Etowah Bridge, Saturday, Aug. 6. Very pleasant time. On guard last night and this morning. Relieved at 9 A. M. Days busy settling up, paying, dunning, changing, etc.. I have no such work to do. Sergt. Alba Sweet, veteran, ordered to Kingston to take charge of a section of artillery. His men to be detailed from infantry, he to drill and organize, the position of a lieutenant. A good boy and a true soldier, best drill master in the Battery. D. L. C. a recruit, detailed as clerk to headquarters, which caused a little surprise among some of the old soldiers, but he was a brother Mason.

by John Beauchamp Jones

            AUGUST 6TH.—Hot and dry.

            The booming of cannon heard yesterday evening was from one of our batteries below Drewry’s Bluff. The enemy answered from their batteries, the existence of which we had no knowledge of before. No one was hurt.

            About the same time Gen. Beauregard sprung a mine under the enemy’s mine, and blew it up, no doubt destroying many lives. This was succeeded by heavy, but, perhaps, harmless shelling along the lines.

            Another raiding party has been defeated and dispersed atMadison,Ga.

            But we have been unfortunate in a naval engagement in the lower bay, atMobile. We have lost Admiral Buchanan’s ram “Tennessee,” and several other steamers. One of the enemy’s monitors was sunk. They had five vessels to our one.

            Battles are momentarily expected atAtlanta andWinchester. We have nothing additional from the North.

Friday, August 5th.

We really expect now to go to Washington, and it is a subject of general rejoicing for almost any change will be welcome. The enemy is reported to have sprung three mines in front of the Ninth Corps to-day, but all the explosions occurred some distance outside of our works and an attack made at the same time proved a failure.

5th. Friday. Brigade marched at sunrise. Relieved by 2nd Div. Reached City Point before noon. 18th P. V. embarked for Washington. 2nd Ohio went to Landing. On board and anchored off the Point. Took a bath before leaving wharf. While hastily looking for Col. P. for detail to load oats, I accidentally walked off into the river. Had my revolver on and coat and pants in my arms. Soon found a board nailed upon a pile and hung on till helped out. Lost my hat. God is kind. I owe him gratitude for saving me. (This was the beginning of Sheridan’s Shenandoah Valley campaign in which the 2nd Ohio was prominent.)

City Point, Va., August 5th, 1864.

I see by the newspapers there is great excitement in the North over the rumor that the Rebels are about to attack Washington with an army of seventy-five thousand; also a conspiracy, embracing a half million men, is already organized in the North; and, worse than all else, the loyal people of the North are “disheartened;” to all of which I reply, “May God speed the right.”

The Seventeenth was not in the fight last Saturday. I hear that General Meade is held responsible for last Saturday’s failure, and is to be superseded by General Hooker; that he—Meade—thought it a favorable opportunity to “crush” a rival instead of the rebellion.

It seems the people at home think Grant’s position here a critical one. It is well to look matters squarely in the face; to know the worst, and prepare to meet it. I believe Grant’s position here to be impregnable. The Richmond papers say: “He has involved himself in a labyrinth of fortifications from which it would be almost impossible to extricate himself if undisturbed.”

Certainly, then, they cannot drive him out. Then, his base of supplies is as nearly safe as it is possible to make it, his communication being by water and under the protection of gunboats. But, can he take Petersburg with his present force? No, not by direct assault, and I think the “golden opportunity” to exhibit his “genius for strategy” passed with last Saturday’s failure. Lee will now be more than ever on the alert. Flank movements are also “played out,” and the idea of “sieging” has become ridiculous. What, then is to be done? Simply to hold his own until re-enforced by the new levy. This he can do and spare part of his forces to operate in other places, if necessary. But, while we are waiting, the opposing forces are not idle. No ant hill was ever more busy than they. Marching and countermarching, mining and countermining. This week General Wilcox discovered the Rebels were mining one of his forts.

The next night the guns were all removed and logs were put in their places. Another fort was built at a safe distance in the rear, and the old one was abandoned, without exciting suspicion. When they are ready, they will spring the trap they have so skillfully set for themselves.

Friday, August 5. — Reached Charlotte early in the morning, where we drew one day’s rations. I got hold of a raw onion here, and had a good meal on that, a hard-tack, and some wormy bacon. It tasted good, for I was hungry. Started again for Columbia, one hundred miles distant. We passed through sorghum, cotton and corn-fields, — many of the latter, few of the two former. Reached Columbia at 7 P.M., and were immediately surrounded by friends of the South Carolina regiment that was blown up in the mine, anxious to learn about their friends and relatives. Were marched to the jail, and from what I could see of the town should think it a very pretty one. Passed Wade Hampton’s house. There were beautiful shade trees planted along the street we were marched through. Was quartered on the lower floor in a room with several others.

Friday, 5th—It rained nearly all day. The troops here are receiving their pay today, some for one and others for two months. Since May 1st the Government has been paying the privates $16.00 per month, which is an increase of $3.00. But money here in Rome is of no particular benefit to a soldier, for there is nothing in town to buy, the only business men being the sutlers who are attached to the regiments in the front. All is quiet at this place.