Thanksgiving day.
Governor Sprague furnished twenty turkeys for us.
SOURCE: Theodore
Reichardt, Diary of Battery A, First Regiment Rhode Island Light
Artillery, p. 27
Thanksgiving day.
Governor Sprague furnished twenty turkeys for us.
SOURCE: Theodore
Reichardt, Diary of Battery A, First Regiment Rhode Island Light
Artillery, p. 27
Sunday morning the
regiment was ordered out on grand guard. Went up on hill some two miles from
camp—heavy firing heard in the distance—McArthur's division in the advance and
the rebels are falling back before him. As I sat on a log this morning about
church time I thought of many dear friends wending their way to church and how
the church bells were ringing at home, speaking of nothing but peace, while, in
dear old St. James, many are listening to the glorious anthems and the litany
of the church. I wondered to myself if any there give their thoughts to the
absent ones who loved their country better than all the pleasure and comforts
of home and are willing to die for it. How different here; everything speaks of
war and desolation—foraging wagon trains constantly coming in, bringing cattle,
pigs, chickens, turkeys, everything they can lay their hands on. On the other
side of the creek are regiments marching forward, their colors flying, bands
playing, men chewing, while in the distance is the sound of McArthur's guns or
rebel ones returning their fire. I would not be in Chicago if I could.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 5
the Sabath and ther is a right smart ice on the ground to day And Bethel is a cooking I. H. Jonstons big turkey for dinner.
SOURCE: Bartlett Yancey Malone, The Diary of Bartlett
Yancey Malone, p. 12
Quiet. Great slaughter amongst turkeys and chickens!
SOURCE: Theodore Reichardt, Diary of Battery A, First Regiment Rhode Island Light Artillery, p. 18
The last day of the
year. Snowing and wet. Gen. H. Cobb writes that the existing Conscription
Bureau is a failure so far as Georgia, Alabama, etc. are concerned, and can
never put the men in the field.
Wm. Johnston,
president of the Charlotte (N. C.) and South Carolina Railroad, suggests the
construction, immediately, of a railroad from Columbia, S. C., to Augusta, Ga.,
which might be easily accomplished by April or May. It would take that length
of time for the government to "consider of it." It will lose two
railroads before it will order the building of one.
There is supposed to
be a conspiracy on foot to transfer some of the powers of the Executive to Gen.
Lee. It can only be done by revolution, and the overthrow of the
Constitution. Nevertheless, it is believed many executive officers, some
high in position, favor the scheme.
To-morrow Gen. Lee's
army is to be feasted with turkeys, etc. contributed by the country, if the
enemy will permit them to dine without molestation. The enemy are kept fully
informed of everything transpiring here, thanks to the vigilance of the Provost
Marshal, detectives, etc. etc.
Gen. Cobb writes
that he is arresting the men who remained in Atlanta during its occupation by
Sherman, and subjecting themselves to suspicion, etc. Better march the men we
have against Sherman now, who is still in Georgia!
Gen. Lee writes that
Grant is concentrating (probably for an attack on Richmond), bringing another
corps from the Valley; and if the local troops are brought in, he does not know
how to replace them. His army diminishes, rather than increases, under the
manipulations of the Bureau of Conscription. It is a dark and dreary hour, when
Lee is so despondent!
Senator Henry writes
that any delay in impressing the railroad from Danville to Greensborough will
be fatal.
SOURCE: John
Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary at the Confederate
States Capital, Volume 2, p. 370-1
We marched five
miles to-day, and were compelled to halt, as our wagon trains had to get in our
front. I and two of our mess killed three turkeys, took them with us to one
mile from Martinsburg, Va., where we camped, and the bones of those turkeys
were left behind.
SOURCE: Louis
Leon, Diary of a Tar Heel Confederate Soldier, p. 41
The advance is now passing our regiment. It falls to our lot to be in the rear to-day. Soon we are all in the saddle and on the road. At noon we halt on one of Tennessee's large plantations to feed and eat our dinners. The corn pens are now mounted, the garden fence is scaled, the smoke-house entered; the hams are going, the turkeys are running and chickens squalling. Passing through the yard, a fair one approaches us and enquires for the chief commander. Of course we didn't know, and no one could be found who did; but when she discovered the corn pen rapidly diminishing for the benefit of Rowett's two thousand mules, that the boys in blue were stern and determined, and that her artful persuasion proved of no avail, she seemed to resign calmly to the "fates," and commenced to talk quietly to the soldiers. She said she loved the South, her heart was with it in its struggle; that she had two brothers who were officers in the Confederate army, and that she was glad of it. But she could not bear to be called a rebel. Says she: “Call me not a rebel, but a confederate.” After dinner we proceed on our way, cross the Mobile and Ohio Railroad, and camp on the road leading to Lexington.
Camp Russell, November 27, (1864).
Sunday.
Dear MOTHER: — We are not in winter
quarters yet. The continued presence of the Rebel army in our front,
or Sherman's campaign, or Grant's, or something else, keeps us in
suspense. But we are gradually improving our condition and quarters
until now we are pretty comfortable, and if we finally stay here for
the winter, I, for one, shall not grumble.
We had a jovial Thanksgiving. A fair supply of turkeys and other
good things from the cities, together with good weather, made the day cheerful.
The railroad, it is supposed, will be finished to within four or five
miles of us this week. We shall then have mails and supplies
with some regularity.
I still hope to get settled in time to visit [home] during the
holidays. My kind regards to Mrs. Wasson and Sophia.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and Letters of
Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 541
CAMP RUSSELL, VIRGINIA, November 20, 1864.
DEAR UNCLE:— I tonight received yours of the 14th. We have had no battle for a month, and it is a week yesterday since I heard Rebel firing! This is wonderful. It is more than six months since I could say the same. We do not feel settled here, but are getting very comfortable. It is probable that we shall have a rest sometime this winter, but not yet certain. The Sixth and Nineteenth Corps may be needed at Richmond or somewhere, but I think the Army of West Virginia will do guard duty merely. What an interest the country now feels in Sherman! It looks as if he might strike some vital blows. If we get settled in time, I mean to get home by Christmas, if it is possible.
November 23. — Awful weather. Linen tents, like a fish seine for shelter, mud bottomless, cold and cheerless. All that yesterday and day before made many of us cross and gloomy not me — but today is clear and bright and bracing. The turkeys, etc., sent from the Christian land [have arrived] and everyone is happy and jolly. This is camp life. We are sure we shall make another move back in a few days.
November 24th. — Thanksgiving Day. Good winter weather and no news.
S. BIRCHARD.
This morning we remain in the shade, having no orders to move. Some of the boys sally forth into the plantations, and it is not long until they return with a large supply of chickens, turkeys, butter and eggs.
This afternoon we move forward twelve miles; march in quick time. One by one the boys drop by the way, being unable to keep up with the command on account of the excessive heat.
Warmer, calm and cloudy.
I saw a large turkey to-day in market (wild), for which $100 was demanded.
I saw Dr. Powell to-day. He says the Federals asked his servants where the master and mistress had gone? and they were told that they had been called to Petersburg to see a sick daughter. They then asked where the spoons were, and were told none were in the house. They asked if there was not a watch, and the servant said her master wore it. They then demanded where the money was kept, and were told it was always kept in bank. They made the servants open drawers, press, etc.; and when they discovered some pans of milk, they took them up and drank out of them with eagerness. They took nothing from the house, destroyed nothing, and the doctor deems himself fortunate. They left him two horses and eight mules.
SOURCE: John Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary at the Confederate States Capital, Volume 2, p. 174