Warrenton, Virginia, July 26, 1863.
My dear sister:
Since I last wrote you we have been marching every day over
the worst roads, and about the hottest days, except when raining, that I have
ever seen or felt. Since we left Fredericksburg, now six weeks since, it has
been the same thing, marching almost day and night, for many of our hardest
marches have been made by night. We have done an incredible amount of labour,
if we have accomplished but little. If the people of Pennsylvania had risen as
they should have done, they might have done more injury to the enemy after the
battle of Gettysburg than our army did at the battle. But it will scarcely be
believed that not ten thousand men turned out, and then refused to follow into
Maryland. New York sent more men to Harrisburg that followed up the enemy to
the Potomac than Pennsylvania did, and the extortion to our troops, the sick
and wounded included, surpasses belief. I am worn out. I have not had any
clothes off since leaving the Rappahannock, and the army and animals are
exhausted. Whether we are to have some rest here is uncertain. I regard it as
an unsafe position; it is the one that Pope occupied last year, and we are but
a little stronger. All of the reports in the papers regarding the demonstration
of their army are untrue; at least, there is but little evidence of it. We have
had no mail in the last week, and I know nothing that has been going on. A mail
is expected to-night. The riots in New York have been suppressed, but their
effect must have been more disastrous than the loss of a great battle. This is
a beautiful country, but has not been cultivated this year; fences all down,
houses deserted, and everything denoting the presence of both armies last fall,
and the fear of both coming again; there are no such articles as vegetables or
groceries to be had. We captured twelve thousand head of cattle and eight
thousand head of sheep that the enemy had driven from Pennsylvania. Amongst the
cattle were many cows and calves, which have been divided. One cow fell to my
lot, which comes in good time, as at Berlin, Maryland, I gave mine to a parson
who had his only one killed by our soldiers. Has the draft taken place in
Connecticut?
With much love, I am
Your affectionate
brother.
John Sedgwick.
SOURCE: George William Curtis, Correspondence of
John Sedgwick, Major-General, Volume 2, p. 137-8
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