1 The writer was a brick and stone mason by trade.
SOURCE: Edgar R. Harlan, Currator, Annals of Iowa, 3rd Series, Vol. 15, No. 2, October 1925, pp. 106-7
1 The writer was a brick and stone mason by trade.
SOURCE: Edgar R. Harlan, Currator, Annals of Iowa, 3rd Series, Vol. 15, No. 2, October 1925, pp. 106-7
Lieutenant St. John goes to Louisville with a man who was arrested as a spy; and strange to say the arrest was made at the instance of the prisoner's uncle, who is a captain in the Union army.
Captain Mitchell assumes command of company C to-morrow. The Colonel is incensed at the Major and me, because of the Adjutant's promotion. He intended to make a place in the company for a noncommissioned officer, who begged money from the boys to buy him a sword. We astonished him, however, by showing three commissions—one for the Adjutant, and one each for a first and second lieutenant, all of the company's own choosing.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, pp. 89-90
We cannot as yet
procure the full particulars regarding the battle of "Seven Pines"
fought yesterday and to-day. As well as I can learn the plan was this: the
Yankees had crossed a large force on the south-side of the Chickahominy, and on
the night of the 30th of May, we had a most terrific storm. Our Commander,
General Jos. E. Johnston, concluding that the bridges were all washed away, and
the river past fording, concluded to attack the Yankees on the south-side and
crush them out before they could be reinforced. On account of the tardiness of
General Huger the plan was not fully successful, though we surprised the enemy,
capturing a large number of prisoners with several pieces of artillery. Our
camp was on the main road leading to Seven Pines, but 'twas difficult to handle
artillery and we received no orders to move. What a heart-rending scene it is
to witness the wounded brought in from a terrible battle field. The people of
Richmond turned out en masse to render aid to our wounded
soldiers. Many a wounded soldier-boy from the sunny South will never cease to
remember the fair form of the "city belle" as she soothed his aching
brow or bound up his wounded limb. Too often do we hear our Southern allies
cursing the people of Richmond as a set of speculators thriving on our misfortunes,
but now many of them have been convinced that "in the hour of pain and
anguish," Richmond can and will do all within her power
to aid those who are seeking to uphold our cause.
'Tis undoubtedly
true that Richmond has changed greatly since the war began, for it has, I am sorry
to say, become the headquarters of all of the "fancy men" of the
South—gentlemen of the Hebrew persuasion have made it their rendezvous to sell
blockade goods, and countless numbers of Yankee spies, though outwardly
swearing allegiance to our government, hold strong foothold in our city.
Gambling hells, furnished with tinseled splendor are at every corner, to catch
the unwary, and relieve them of their superabundant "Confederates."
Still there is
enough of the old metal left, purified and refined, to make Richmond to me the
sweetest, dearest spot on earth. General Johnston being wounded, General Robert
E. Lee now commands our army.
SOURCE: William S.
White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, pp. 116-7
This afternoon, when riding down to Huttonville, I met three or four hundred sorry-looking soldiers. They were without arms. On inquiry, I found they were a part of the secession army, who, finding no way of escape, had come into our lines and surrendered. They were badly dressed, and a hard, dissolute-looking lot of men. To use the language of one of the soldiers, they were "a milk-sickly set of fellows," and would have died off probably without any help from us if they had been kept in the mountains a little longer. They were on their way to Staunton. General McClellan had very generously provided them with provisions for three days, and wagons to carry the sick and wounded; and so, footsore, weary, and chopfallen, they go over the hills.
An unpleasant rumor is in camp to-night, to the effect that General Patterson has been defeated at Williamsport. This, if true, will counterbalance our successes in Western Virginia, and make the game an even one.
The Southern soldiers mentioned above are encamped for the night a little over a mile from here. About dusk I walked over to their camp. They were gathered around their fires preparing supper.
Many of them say they were deceived, and entered the service because they were led to believe that the Northern army would confiscate their property, liberate their slaves, and play the devil generally. As they thought this was true, there was nothing left for them to do but to take up arms and defend themselves. While we were at Buckhannon, an old farmer-looking man visited us daily, bringing tobacco, cornbread, and cucumber pickles. This innocent old gen[tle]man proves to have been a spy, and obtained his reward in the loss of a leg at Rich mountain.
SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, p. 30-1
Saw that young
Englishman again today. He isn't half the idle dreamer he pretends to be. In
truth (but let me whisper it softly), I believe he's a spy! I can't see, otherwise,
why he is so tremendously and eagerly interested in matters Confederate. Nor is
he smart enough to make me believe it's me!
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South Carolina Women in the Confederacy,
Vol. 1, “A Confederate Girl's Diary,” p. 273
The darkest and most
dismal day that ever dawned upon the earth, except one. There was no light when
the usual hour came round, and later the sun refused to shine. There was fog,
and afterward rain.
Northern papers say
Hood has been utterly routed, losing all his guns!
A letter from Mr. ——— to ——— dated Richmond, December 17th, 1864, says:
"I
have the honor to report my success as most remarkable and satisfactory. I have
ascertained the whole Yankee mail line,
from the gun-boats to your city, with all the agents save one. You will be surprised when informed, from the lowest
to the highest class. The agent in your city, and most likely in your
department, has yet to be discovered. This is as certain as what we have
learned (his arrest, I mean), for the party in whose hands the mail is put
coming from your city is known to us; and we have only to learn who gives him
the mail, which can be done upon arrest, if
not sooner, to know everything. What shall be done with the parties (spies,
of course) when we are ready to act? If you ever intimate that trials are tedious, etc., the enemy
seize citizens from some neighborhood as hostages, when their emissaries are
disturbed. I will dispatch, if it be
authorized, and that will end the matter. The lady I spoke to you of is the
fountain-head. What to do with females troubles me, for I dislike to be
identified with their arrest.
"I
request that a good boat, with three torpedoes, and a man who understands
working them, be sent to Milford to report to me at Edge Hill. Let the man be mum on all questions. I would meet him
at Milford, if I knew the day (distance is twenty-five miles), with a wagon, to
take him, torpedoes, and boat to the point required. I must be sure of the day.
"Have
the following advertisement published in Monday's papers:
“‘YANKEES ESCAPED! $1000 REWARD!—A Yankee officer and three privates
escaped from prison on Thursday night, with important matter upon their
persons. The above reward will be givenfor their detection.'
'Let me hear from you through Cawood's Line, upon receipt of this.
Respectfully, etc. ———”
We have the
spectacle now of three full generals-Johnston, Beauregard, and Bragg without
armies to command; and the armies in the field apparently melting away under
the lead of subordinate, if not incompetent leaders. So much for the
administration of the Adjutant-General's office.
Governor Smith is
still exempting deputy sheriffs, constables, etc.—all able-bodied.
It is rumored on the
street that we intend evacuating Savannah. How did that get out—if, indeed,
such is the determination? There are traitors in high places—or near them.
It is also rumored
that the Danville Railroad has been cut. I don't believe it—yet.
There is deep
vexation in the city—a general apprehension that our affairs are rapidly
approaching a crisis such as has not been experienced before. There is also
much denunciation of the President for the removal of Gen. Johnston from the
command of the Army of Tennessee.
Hon. Mr. Foote
declared, Saturday, that he would resign his seat if the bill to suspend the
writ of habeas corpus, now pending, became a law. There is much consternation—but
it is of a sullen character, without excitement.
The United States
Congress has ordered that notice be given Great Britain of an intention on the
part of the Federal Government to increase the naval force on the lakes; also a
proposition has been introduced to terminate the Reciprocity Treaty. Gen. Dix
orders his military subordinates to pursue any rebel raiders even into Canada
and bring them over. So, light may come from that quarter. A war with England
would be our peace.
At 2 P.M. it was
rumored that Charleston is taken and Beauregard a prisoner. Also that Gen. Jos.
E. Johnston (in the city) says Richmond will be evacuated in ten days. I do not
learn what gold sells at to-day! I suspect some coup d'état is meditated.
SOURCE: John
Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary at the Confederate
States Capital, Volume 2, p. 357-9
Went on picket at 4 this afternoon, and was roused up in the night to intercept a spy who is in our lines, and is expecting to cross, but we did not see him, for it was so dark we could see nothing.
SOURCE: Louis Leon, Diary of a Tar Heel Confederate Soldier, p. 49
It was well you left Petersburg when you did, for the very next day (April 2) our extreme right was attacked, and, as our line was very thin, it was easily broken. Billie was digging a rifle pit when some Yankees charged it and captured all who were at work on it, and he is now a prisoner.
During the day a few prisoners were brought back, and among them was a smoke-begrimed captain with gray hair. I invited him into my tent and gave him something to eat. He had been in some of the hardest fighting of the war, and he said to me: "You see these white hairs. When I came into the army they were all coal black." As night came on many wounded were brought back to some huts lately occupied by soldiers, but now used by us as a hospital. Among them was Mose Cappocks, and I amputated his thumb. General Hill was killed.
The next day we began to leave, and there was continuous fighting. Our march soon developed into a disastrous retreat, and we were pushed to the extreme every hour of it for eight days. At Sailors Creek we were compelled to abandon our wagons, and they were burned. In one of them I had a new case of the finest surgical instruments. They had recently run the blockade and I hated to see them destroyed. General Kershaw and his young son were captured here. I saw some Yankee spies in gray uniforms marched along with us under guard. They had been captured in our lines, but the surrender occurring so soon afterwards saved them from being hung.
Our retreat was most trying, and when we reached Appomattox on the morning of the 9th General Gordon had a fight and captured a battery. Appomattox is in a basin with high hills on all sides. The Yankees seemed to have surrounded us, and their blue lines, with white flags here and there, came moving in slowly and silently. There was a report in the early morning that we had surrendered, and this made us think it might be true.
I heard some of our men yelling, and saw General Lee and his staff riding towards us, and as he stopped to dismount the men crowded around him to shake his hand and every man was shedding tears. Sad as was the sight, everyone felt relieved that it was all over.
The Yankees camped on the hills, and men from both armies went back and forth on apparently friendly terms. Their wagons, mules, harness and entire equipment was the very best and everything was in perfect condition throughout. All of their wagon covers were white and new. Ours made a sorry spectacle in comparison. I unhitched a little mule from an ambulance, and that afternoon Colonel Hunt, Lieutenant-Colonel Lester, Captain Copeland and I started together for South Carolina.
We had one little fly tent under which we slept at night. Bill Byers, who was mounted on a tall, gaunt horse, joined us before we reached the Catawba River. Copeland's horse gave out and he continued with us on foot. The river was swift and deep at Island Ford, and in crossing only the face and ears of my little mule remained above the surface. We found a farm house near by, where we stood before a blazing fire to dry. The people were very kind to us and gave us the best they had to eat, but our clothes were too dirty and vermin-infested for us to sleep in their houses, so we slept in the barns.
At one house where we stopped and asked for something to eat the man's wife was in a pitiful condition with cancer, but was without medicine to alleviate her suffering. I happened to have a bottle of morphine in my haversack, which I gave her and which was enough to last her for the short time she could live.
We were three weeks on the way, and when I reached my father's home nobody was expecting me. I was completely exhausted, but after getting on some clean, whole clothes and sleeping in a bed once more I felt greatly refreshed. Father has given me a good horse in exchange for my little mule, and I hope to be rested enough to leave here day after to-morrow and go through the county in a buggy for you.
Hot and dry.
Dispatches from
secret agents at Washington state that Grant and his staff have arrived, that
half his army preceded him, and the remainder will soon follow. The campaign is
considered a disastrous failure, and it is anticipated that henceforth the
scene of operations is to be transferred from Richmond to Washington. They say
President Lincoln's face expresses "great terror," and affairs there
are in a critical condition.
A dispatch from Gen.
Lee states that Gen. Bradley Johnson's brigade of cavalry was surprised and
routed on the 7th inst. by Averill. He has directed that Gen. J. be relieved.
A dispatch from Gen.
Hood (Atlanta, Ga.) says no important change in affair has occurred since
yesterday, except that Major-Gen. Bates is wounded. There are 5000 militia in
the trenches.
The commanding
general publishes, for the information of all concerned, that hereafter all
persons found within our lines who commit acts for the benefit of the enemies
of our country will be tried as spies or traitors, and, if convicted, will
suffer death. This order includes the following class of persons: Carriers of
secret mails; writers of letters sent by secret mails; secret recruiting officers
within the lines; persons who have entered into an agreement to pass our lines
for the purpose of joining the enemy; persons found concealed within our lines
belonging to the service of the enemy, and, in fact, all persons found
improperly within our lines who could give private information to the enemy,
and all persons within our lines who harbor, protect, conceal, feed, clothe, or
in any way aid the enemies of our country. The habit of declaring sympathy for
the enemy will not be allowed in this department. Persons committing such
offenses will be at once arrested, with a view to being tried as above stated,
or sent beyond our lines into the lines of their friends.
It must be
distinctly understood that treason, expressed or implied, will not be tolerated
in this department.
All officers and
soldiers are strictly charged with the execution of this order.
By command of
Major-General Burnside:
[w]e are busily engaged cleaning off our camp ground; we have no water here; are compelled to haul it from a distance. To-day we send six trains and a guard for water; they return, but with no water. There is no alternative but to haul it from beyond Corinth, about four miles distant. During our camp here on the Purdy road, we live like kings; the result of the sharp trading of the boys with the citizens who are daily seen in our camp with fruit, milk, chickens and eggs. We dare say our men traded with many a rebel spy, and the information gained by them resulted in making additions to the already long list of names of those who are now sleeping silently in the south-land There was a mistake somewhere; somebody committed an error; where that mistake, and who that somebody was, we are not prepared to say. The world, perhaps, will never know.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 84-5