Showing posts with label 54th OH INF. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 54th OH INF. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Colonel Thomas Kilby Smith to Elizabeth Budd Smith, November 1, 1861

REGIMENTAL HEADQUARTERS 54TH R. O. V. U. S. A.,
CAMP DENNISON, OHIO, Nov. 1, 1861.

Stephen1 is to the fore and doing well. He plays many parts, hostler, body servant, cook, groom, laundress, seamstress, secretary, steward, and boy about the tent, and has taken to soldiering with such a vim that half the time when I want him I find him standing on his head with a musket between his teeth, swallowing a sword or plunging a bayonet into a zouave. He carries arms openly and above board to his great delight, the only drawback to his perfect happiness being the disability in the way of uniform — an officer's, of course — for he has an unearthly, morbid, and uncontrollable contempt for a private soldier, whom he looks upon as little better than a dog.

I have just received a letter from the Adjutant-General notifying me that the Governor of Ohio has promoted me to the colonelcy, so I suppose I am a step higher in the estimation of somebody. One thing is certain, my boys and I have got as bloody a set of preaching, praying, stealing, fighting, riproaring zouaves as the war turns out. . . .  You would laugh sometimes if you were here to listen to the rascals yelling . . . for the "old Colonel," as they call me.
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1 His body servant.

SOURCE: Walter George Smith, Life and letters of Thomas Kilby Smith, p. 176

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Kilby Smith to Elizabeth Budd Smith, September 23, 1861

HEADQUARTERS 54TH REGT. O. V. U. S. A.,
Sept. 23, 1861.

You have now two great causes of anxiety, your grandfather and your husband. His life or death you cannot in any wise control but must accept the dispensation of Providence. For me have no fear, lay aside all anxiety. Life with me has been a battle from my youth. I am familiar with and almost rejoice at the conflict. I have been preserved from terrible dangers that have beset my pathway. My life has many a time been not worth a straw. I have passed through flood and field. Have felt the knife of the assassin and almost the ball of the would-be murderer, and yet I am alive now for some end. No battle, no exposure, no responsibility can be put upon me now greater than what I have passed through. I may fail and I may fall, but I have full faith that there is an end to be accomplished by me. Therefore you should have no fear for me now that you had not before the war began, and the same faith that the good God will preserve me in the field or on the warpath, who had me in his holy keeping when far below the surface of the briny deep. I know this is poor consolation to offer to a lonely wife, fainting and feeble and sore beset by troubles, but it is consolation, nevertheless, if you give it due consideration.

SOURCE: Walter George Smith, Life and letters of Thomas Kilby Smith, p. 174-5

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Kilby Smith to Elizabeth Budd Smith, September 12, 1861

HEADQUARTERS CAMP DENNISON,
Sept. 12, 1861.

As you will have seen in the papers “I have gone and done it.” Now keep a stiff upper lip and sustain and cheer me all you can, and by being cheerful yourself keep me in good spirits. I have an arduous and responsible duty to perform, but by God's help hope to get through with honor to myself. Have been full of business and should have written to you yesterday, my first day in camp, which was wet and muddy enough, I assure you. We shall be here for some weeks. It will take at least four weeks I think to organize my regiment.
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Direct Lieut.-Col. Thos. Kilby Smith, Commanding 54th Regt., Camp Dennison. The weather to-day is very fine, the camp drying up very fast.

SOURCE: Walter George Smith, Life and letters of Thomas Kilby Smith, p. 174

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Diary of Alexander G. Downing: Pittsburg Landing, Tennessee, Sunday, April 6, 1862

The long roll sounded about half-past seven in the morning, and at once we formed a line of battle on the regimental parade ground. At about 8 o’clock we were ordered to the front, and marching out in battle line, about one-half mile, we met the rebels at Water Oaks Pond.  Dresser’s battery was just in front of our regiment, we acting as a support to it. The rebels came up on our right, compelling us to fall back about eighty rods to our second position, where we remained until we were again flanked, when we fell back to within about one hundred yards of our parade ground, where we lay down on the brow of a hill awaiting the approach of the rebels in front. While in this position, Thomas Hains of Company E took off his hat, placed it upon his ramrod, and holding it up, shouted to the boys along the line to see what a close call he had had while out in front, for a minie ball had passed through the creased crown of his hat, making four holes. Before he could get his hat back on his head, a small shell burst over us and mortally wounded him.

By this time the rebels were marching right oblique, just in front of us, in double line of battle with their two stands of colors flying. By order we waited until we could look them in the eye and then rose up and fired a volley at close range into their ranks, throwing them into great confusion. We then made a bayonet charge, capturing one of their standards, and together with the Eleventh and the Twentieth Illinois Infantry we captured Cobb's battery and retook General McClernand’s headquarters. In this charge Company E met its greatest loss of the day.

My musket became so dirty with the cartridge powder, that in loading it the ramrod stuck fast and I could neither get it up nor down, so I put a cap on, elevated the gun and fired it off. But now I had no ramrod, and throwing down my musket, I picked up a Belgian rifle lying at the side of a dead rebel, unstrapped the cartridge box from his body, and advanced to our company, taking my place with the boys. While in this position I witnessed a wonderful sight — thickly-flying musket balls. I have never seen hail falling thicker than the minie balls were flying in the air above us, though too high to do any harm. Our ammunition soon ran out and the entire regiment was ordered to the rear to replenish our cartridge boxes.

When leaving with my company for the rear to restock our ammunition supply, I passed a severely-wounded boy (a stranger to me) who begged me to help him to the rear and out of danger. I stooped down and let him put his arms around my neck, but finding that I could not rise up with him hanging on my neck, I assured him that he would be safe there among the logs, and explained that if I should stay with him, I would surely be taken a prisoner, so left the poor fellow to his fate.

After filling our cartridge boxes, we again formed in line of battle close by the cavalry field and right in the midst of heavy brush timber. Here we remained for about two hours, when we were ordered by General Grant (in person) to a position on the extreme left of the Army of the Tennessee, in support of Dresser's battery, being placed in line by Webster of General Grant's staff, just to the left of the siege guns. Here we were engaged for more than two hours. The Fifty-fifth Illinois and the Fifty-fourth Ohio were placed to our left in support of two batteries hard by the river. Here about 5 o’clock in the evening, three regiments of Buell's army, just arriving, helped to repulse the fearful charge of the rebels.

The Eleventh Iowa was taken from its brigade early in the morning and remained separated all day. Now with the end of the day's fight, and after dark, we retired a few rods distant from our last line of action and without food or shelter bivouacked for the night, lying down on the wet ground in the rain.

This was our first battle and our company was hard hit, our losses being as follows: Killed, Lieut. John F. Compton, Serg. Ezra McLoney, John R. Buckman, George Croak, Thomas M. Hains and Carlton Frink: mortally wounded. George W. Simmons and John W. Dwiggans; severely wounded, Elmore Chrisman and John T. Rice.1 About ten other boys were slightly wounded.
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1 Rice finally died on April 19th, from the effects of the wound and typhoid fever. — A. G. D.

Source: Alexander G. Downing, Edited by Olynthus B., Clark, Downing’s Civil War Diary, p. 40-2