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44th MA INF
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Wednesday, April 24, 2024
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, Saturday, November 1, 1862
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Saturday, and of course general cleaning day. So many went into the river before breakfast, and soon found it to be the worst thing possible...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 2, 1862
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We started early this morning by the northerly road; we "fell in "regularly enough, but it was not long before we took the "r...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 3, 1862
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At four o'clock this morning "all was wrong." We were aroused from the most miserable attempt at sleep our boys ever dreamed o...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 4, 1862
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We started early this morning, steadily tramping till a little after noon, when we entered the town of Hamilton, the rebs leaving as our adv...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 5, 1862
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The camp last night was about four or five miles from Hamilton, in a cornfield as usual. To-day they tramped until noon, going about twelve ...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 6, 1862
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The main body marched until the small hours of morning, through a drenching rain and a desolate swamp, in the direction of Halifax, before t...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 7, 1862
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This morning the ground was covered with snow, adding to the beauties of the marching, which was soon commenced, and continued to Williamsto...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 12, 1862
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The camp at New Berne was aroused by the long-roll, by an attack at the bridge, where the pickets are posted. All our guard were called out....
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 14, 1862
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ARRIVAL HOME AGAIN. By the loud cheering and blowing off of steam in the direction of New Berne, we knew the boys had arrived. The regimen...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, November 15, 1862
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To-day we were inspected by Gen. Foster, an all-day duty, as we were on our feet from early morning till late in the afternoon. The most imp...
Wednesday, March 13, 2024
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, September 16, 1862
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To-day, for a change, we had permission to drill outside the lines, and Orderly White, at the earnest solicitation of some of us, took the c...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, September 20, 1862
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We have had another pleasure curtailed. It has been the practice for the boys to go to the pond by the railroad, and dive off the bank which...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, September 24, 1862
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Our rifles have been delivered, and to-day we were in line two hours or more on the main street of the camp, ready to receive, with military...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, September 27, 1862
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On Thursday last, we performed our first public duty, after drilling in the loadings and firings, in which we excelled, after firing "h...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, October 2, 1862
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We have had two practice-marches lately, one a long one, in Milton Hill direction, where we found plenty of dust, but were assured we were m...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, October 17, 1862
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We have had another march, this time about ten miles, through Dedham and towards Boston; the nearest we came to the city was West Roxbury. P...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, October 20, 1862
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We had orders to start Wednesday morning for Boston, to embark on a transport for New Berne, North Carolina. A very few men were let off onc...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, October 22, 1862
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We broke camp bright and early, about six o'clock, had our last bath at the pond, and breakfast at the old barracks, which had been our ...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, October 23, 1862
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Most of us, when we turned in last night, thought by the time we went on deck this morning, we would be far from land. We were mistaken. The...
Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, October 24, 1862
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Last night, about nine o'clock, we passed through Vineyard Sound, and saw the last of Old Massachusetts, of which we shall probably see ...
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