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

March 2015

Twelve miles from Goldsboro, and six from railroad,

March 19, 1865.

Made 15 miles. Only two bad swamps. Very heavy artillery and musketry on our left (14th and 20th Corps) all day. Hear this evening that our men suffered heavily. General Lee is said to be here. Opinion is divided as to our having a battle to-morrow. First rate country to-day and a good abundance of forage. The farmers here have not many negroes. Rebel cavalry demonstrated on our left to-day, quite lively and captured several foragers. Five foragers from our regiment who had been out five days and whom we had about given up, returned to-night. They have been with the 17th A. C. All quiet on our right.

Chattanooga, Sunday, March 19. A beautiful day. Had full inspection at 8 A. M. Company makes good appearance now. Attended church and Bible class, and the afternoon passed by very quiet and pleasant, writing, reading, and thinking. No mail.

Sunday, March 19.—Went to the Episcopal Church. The services were held in a small brick house, which was not much cleaner than the Presbyterian. Captain Hicks, one of our patients, and his wife went with me—the first time they were ever in a church of that denomination. They were both delighted with the music. They live about twenty miles from here. Captain H. is from Alabama, and was wounded in one of the battles around Richmond. He can not rejoin his regiment, as he is not able to walk the distance, namely, one hundred miles, Sherman having torn up that much of the railroad track near Augusta.

March 19th.—As beautiful a spring morning as ever dawned since the sun spread its glorious light over the Garden of Eden.

Cannon is heard at intervals down the river; and as we have had a few days of wind and sunshine, the surface of the earth is becoming practicable for military operations.

I heard no news at the department; but the belief prevails that Raleigh has fallen, or must speedily fall, and that Richmond is in danger—a danger increasing daily.

Thousands of non-combatants and families, falling weekly within the power of Sherman’s army, have succumbed to circumstances and perforce submitted. I suppose most of those remaining in Savannah, Charleston, Wilmington, etc. have taken the oath of allegiance to the United States; and I hear of no censures upon them for doing so. Whether they will be permitted long to enjoy their property—not their slaves, of course—will depend upon the policy adopted at Washington. If it be confiscated, the war will certainly continue for years, even under the direction of President Davis, who is now quite unpopular. If a contrary course be pursued, the struggle may be more speedily terminated—perhaps after the next great battle.

And Mrs. Davis has become unpopular with the ladies belonging to the old families. Her father, Mr. Howell, it is said was of low origin, and this is quite enough to disgust others of “high birth,” but yet occupying less exalted positions.

Ladies are now offering their jewels and plate at the Treasury for the subsistence of the army. It is not a general thing, however.

Yesterday bacon was selling at $20 per pound, and meal at $140 per bushel. If Sherman cuts the communication with North Carolina, no one doubts that this city must be abandoned by Lee’s army—and yet it may not be so if diligent search be made for food. The soldiers and the people may suffer, but still subsist until harvest; and meantime the God of battles may change the face of affairs, or France may come to our relief.

Four P.M. It is reported that the enemy have taken Weldon. They seem to be closing in on every hand. Lee must soon determine to march away—whether northward or to the southwest, a few weeks, perhaps days, will decide. The unworthy men who have been detained in high civil positions begin now to reap their reward! And the President must reproach himself for his inflexible adherence to a narrow idea. He might have been successful.

Sunday, 19th—We were off at 7 a. m. and marched ten miles through fine country. The roads were good and no swamps to cross. They had good crops here last year, and there was plenty of forage, so this evening we had our haversacks replenished. There was some heavy cannonading off on the left in front of the Twentieth Corps. The weather is fine.

19th. Crossed the river on R. R. bridge. 2nd went out on picket, to Baltimore Crossroads. My Batt. on outpost. Rode about the country to get a good idea of it. Scouts were prowling about all night. Changed position. Kept us on the alert all night. Several shots.

March 19th, 1865.

The pleasant weather of the past week has given way to wind and storm. This morning the sun rose bright and beautiful, as on preceding days, but before noon was nearly obscured by gathering clouds. A little after noon the rain began to fall; gently at first, and continued through the day, so warm and pleasant; but as the sun went down the wind veered to the southwest—all our worst storms come from that direction—gradually increasing in force, until now it is almost a hurricane. And the rain! It comes, now in great, pattering drops; now in solid sheets; an almost resistless flood. My little house rocks and quivers like a ship at sea. I have fastened a rubber blanket over the top to keep the rain from splashing through. With all the wind and rain, it still is warm, and my little house is dry and comfortable. But how about the pickets, without shelter, fire or exercise; anything to protect them from the pelting storm or deepening mud? It is now four months since the Ninth Corps took this position—four winter months—and the men, during all that time, have been on picket as often as every third day, besides doing their other duties; and yet, a more stalwart, healthy-looking lot of men I never saw.

During the past week more vigilance than ever has been exercised along our lines. The men are required to stack arms at dusk, and remain in readiness to fall in, with accoutrements on, until 9 o’clock. They then retire until 1 o’clock, when they again stack arms and watch until morning.

The long-talked-of demonstration on our left has not yet taken place. Correspondents will tell the people this storm has caused the delay. In my opinion, the storms are innocent in that regard. When the proper time comes, or his plans are fully matured, General Grant will strike.

Colonel Lyon’s Letters.

 

March 19, 1865.—I was awakened about ten o’clock last night by one of the boys, who told me I had a telegram from home but there was no bad news in it. It was from Janesville, announcing my nomination as Circuit Judge. I am entirely in the dark about the position of affairs there, but if matters are as I suppose I see no earthly chance for my election. I concluded, however, that a defeat would not hurt me much and so accepted the nomination. It is tantalizing to be a candidate for so important a place and know nothing of your position or prospects. The time is so short between the nomination and the date of election that I shall probably lose most of the army vote. I shall not be unhappy about it if I am defeated, and you must not be.

Mrs. Lyon’s Diary.

March 18, 1865.—I am very tired, for I have not slept much on the boat. I have had no trouble, have not needed any passes, nor has it cost me anything yet excepting porter’s fees. At Smithland we changed boats. Here we took the Cumberland river. We went on the Superior, whose business it is to transfer troops. The 44th Wisconsin was on this steamer. I was the only woman (except Minerva) on the steamer, and felt considerably out of place.

As soon as we reached Nashville I went to a hotel, ordered a room and went to bed. I wrapped myself in my shawl and got into the dirty sheets. There was so much noise in the house that I could not get to sleep until late. I then heard a mouse nibbling at my lunch, which was on the table at the head of the bed. Then the bugs would bite me. I would get almost asleep, when the mouse would nibble again, and so on until morning.

Four miles north from Smithfield’s, N. C.,

March 18, 1865.

Fifteen miles, good roads, men only waded in swamps. Whole corps in camp before dark. Well settled country and oceans of forage. Our foragers and the 7th Illinois “mounted thieves” had a nice little fight to-day. Came near scaring Wade Hampton’s chivalry out of their boots; four dead Yanks, and 11 Rebels is said to be the result. Our fellows run them off to the left of our road into the 14th and 20, who hurried their march a little. We are 27 miles from Goldsboro and 18 from Faisons on the railroad, which point we will probably make to-morrow and possibly get our mail. If I don’t get at least six letters from you I will be much disappointed. We are much amused over the Rebel papers we get. All seem to take “gobs” of comfort from Lee’s declaration that “Tecumseh” can and must be whipped. Several of them assert that our treatment of citizens is good. Don’t believe a word of it, though I wish it were so.