Lieut. Buck and I were surveying from bastion No. 2. The paymaster arrived and paid me $26, being the amount due me up to the first of January.
SOURCE: Lewis C. Paxson, Diary of Lewis C. Paxson: Stockton, N.J., 1862-1865, p. 12
Lieut. Buck and I were surveying from bastion No. 2. The paymaster arrived and paid me $26, being the amount due me up to the first of January.
SOURCE: Lewis C. Paxson, Diary of Lewis C. Paxson: Stockton, N.J., 1862-1865, p. 12
Lieut. Buck, quartermaster and paymaster, left for St. Paul.
SOURCE: Lewis C. Paxson, Diary of Lewis C. Paxson: Stockton, N.J., 1862-1865, p. 12
Paymaster Frazer
paid the regiment to May 1. This made the men feel good and put us all in good
humor with Uncle Sam. Sutlers are here now with the good things of this life in
the way of canned fruits, cheese, butter, etc., etc., and are doing a thriving
business. Many of the men send all the money they can spare to their families
at home.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 18
Resumed the march
early, found the river waist high, and current swift; but the men all got over
safely, and we reached camp at one o'clock.
The Third has been
assigned to a new brigade, to be commanded by Brigadier-General Dumont, of
Indiana.
The paymaster has
come at last.
Willis, my new
servant, is a colored gentleman of much experience and varied accomplishments.
He has been a barber on a Mississippi river steamboat, and a daguerreian
artist. He knows much of the South, and manipulates a fiddle with wonderful
skill. He is enlivening the hours now with his violin.
Oblivious to rain,
mud, and the monotony of the camp, my thoughts are carried by the music to
other and pleasanter scenes; to the cottage home, to wife and children, to a
time still further away when we had no children, when we were making the
preliminary arrangements for starting in the world together, when her cheeks
were ruddier than now, when wealth and fame and happiness seemed lying just
before me, ready to be gathered in, and farther away still, to a gentle,
blue-eyed mother—now long gone—teaching her child to lisp his first simple
prayer.
SOURCE: John
Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, pp. 77-8
The day has been
clear. The mountains, decorated by the artistic fingers of Jack Frost, loom up in
the sunshine like magnificent, highly-colored, and beautiful pictures.
The night is grand.
The moon, a crescent, now rests for a moment on the highest peak of the Cheat,
and by its light suggests, rather than reveals, the outline of hill, valley,
cove and mountain.
The boys are wide
awake and merry. The fair weather has put new spirit in them all, and possibly the
presence of the paymaster has contributed somewhat to the good feeling which
prevails.
Hark! This from the
company quarters:
Her
golden hair in ringlets fair;
Her
eyes like diamonds shining;
Her
slender waist, her carriage chaste,
Left
me, poor soul, a pining.
But
let the night be e'er so dark,
Or
e'er so wet and rainy,
I
will return safe back again
To
the girl I left behind me.
From another
quarter, in the rich brogue of the Celt, we have:
Did
you hear of the widow Malone,
Ohone!
Who
lived in the town of Athlone,
Alone?
Oh!
she melted the hearts
Of
the swains in those parts;
So
lovely the widow Malone,
Ohone!
So
lovely the widow Malone.
SOURCE: John
Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, pp. 78-9
The paymaster has
been busy. The boys are very bitter against the sutler, realizing, for the
first time, that "sutler's chips" cost money, and that they have wasted
on jimcracks too much of their hard earnings. Conway has taken a solemn Irish
oath that the sutler shall never get another cent of him. But these are like
the half repentant, but resultless, mutterings of the confirmed drunkard. The
"new leaf" proposed to be turned over is never turned.
SOURCE: John
Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, p. 82
About six inches of
snow fell last night and it has snowed all day. The citizens say it is the
heaviest storm they have seen in a number of years. By night it was about ten
inches deep. The paymaster paid off all but our company today.
SOURCE: Seth James
Wells, The Siege of Vicksburg: From the Diary of Seth J. Wells,
Including Weeks of Preparation and of Occupation After the Surrender, p. 27
The paymaster looked
in on us. He is the first we have had any dealings with, and we are glad he
came, for most of "E" have been "hard up." We received pay
from August 29th to November 1st,—$27.30 each. We expected to get the whole,
and were disappointed; for when many of us squared up, it took about all that
we received to settle our debts. We are drilled now as a brigade nearly every
day, firing blank cartridges; consequently our guns need extra cleaning, and we
get more marching. Evidently they mean our brigade to be number one.
SOURCE: John Jasper
Wyeth, Leaves from a Diary Written While Serving in Co. E, 44 Mass.
Dep’t of North Carolina from September 1862 to June 1863, p. 31
CHAFFIN'S BLUFF, October 16, 1864.
On the 14th instant Colonel Mosby struck the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad at Duffield's; destroyed U.S. military train consisting of locomotive and ten cars, securing twenty prisoners and fifteen horses. Among the prisoners are two paymasters with $168,000 in Government funds.
SOURCE: The War of the Rebellion: A Compilation of
the Official Records of the Union and Confederate Armies, Series I, Volume
43, Part 1 (Serial No. 90), p. 633
For the last month nothing but a dull monotony has reigned in camp, but things are now becoming more lively. The paymaster has made his appearance; green-backs and gray-backs are plentiful. The latter now and then dash from their hiding places in the brush upon the soldiers. Sergeant Leatherman and two men belonging to Company K, while out on a detail, were captured to-day. Companies B, C, E, and K, under the command of Captain Johnson, are now in pursuit of the guerrillas.
To-day our regiment is detailed to advance with the picket line and protect a fatigue party while building roads and bridges for the advance of our division. We have a brisk skirmish with the heavy rebel pickets.
This evening the Paymaster visits the Seventh, and before it is midnight the Seventh is flush with the “bonus."
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 73
Here we enter upon the patriotic month of July, and where and how we are to spend it is yet beyond our conjecture, for we never know in this kind of service what a day may bring forth.
Preparations appear to have been made here for remaining in camp, and yet we may sleep to-night many miles away, or perhaps, without sleeping, march the whole night through. If only life is spared, it is enough; our duties are not shirked. If we camp only for a day, our quarters are to be all cleaned up, and everything put in the best order possible for comfort. On such excursions as this we have no mess cooking, but every fellow cooks for himself. The first man up in the morning, therefore, gets the frying-pan, from whom the next must engage it, and then may come number three, who is referred to number two. So the utensil goes round a group or mess. The coffee is generally made in a camp kettle for the entire company. I have spent more time hunting up the owner of the last claim on the frying-pan than it afterward took to fry my bacon and crackers.
The pay-master is said to be not far from camp, which creates quite an excitement, since he may charge upon us any moment. There were orders for inspection every morning at eight o'clock for all companies. A little exercise of this kind hurts nobody. I took a stroll through the woods, looking at the graves of those who had fallen by the wayside while our army fought for the position it now holds around Vicksburg. These graves will soon be leveled, and their last trace lost. Friends may mourn for the fallen, but their tears will never water the graves of the heroes.
I write with the aid of a bayonet candle-stick. The latter end of this month will find me just twenty-one years of age.
SOURCE: Osborn Hamiline Oldroyd, A Soldier's Story of the Siege of Vicksburg, p. 71-2
This is Camp Tiffin. Our regiment was favored to-day with a large mail, and nothing could have been more acceptable. Letters from home were looked into first, and next, of course, came sweethearts. One letter was read aloud, describing the capture of a butternut camp, in Holmes county, Ohio. The fort was built on a hill, and manned with several cannon, to resist the draft. A few soldiers from Camp Chase, however, went over and soon put an end to that attempt at resistance. I regret to hear of such a disgraceful affair occurring in my native State. From other letters and papers it appears this thing occurs in many other Northern States, and of course it must give encouragement to the rebels.
The rumor now runs that the paymaster will be at hand tomorrow, but he is about as reliable as Johnston, for we have been something like a week looking for both these gentlemen. I confess I would rather meet greenbacks than graybacks.
This afternoon, with several others, I went blackberrying
again, and in searching for something to eat, we paid a visit to a house where,
to our happy surprise, we found a birthday party, brightened by the presence of
no less than eleven young ladies. We asked, of course, where “the boys” were,
and they replied, as we expected, “out hunting Yanks.” Well, we found it a
treat to get a taste of sociality once more, after being so long famished. They
were very nice rebel girls, though I think the color of the eyes of one of them
was what I might call true blue. They asked us to lunch with them, which
we did with pleasure. The eatables were good, and we had a splendid time—all
the while, of course, keeping one eye on the girls and the other on the window.
We told our experience at our last blackberrying excursion, when they assured
as we had nothing to fear with them, for they were all “for the Union.” No
doubt they will be whenever their “boys” come home.
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