Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Thirty-Five Pounds of Chains

A fellow citizen sends us for publication a couple of letters from the Jefferson (Pa.) Star written by a worthy citizens of the county in which that paper is printed, giving his reasons for being under arrest.  The second letter, which we omit, states that Mr. Jenks is no longer under arrest, but is in command of a company and doing good service for the Union.  The gist of the matter is that the Major Leffingwell alluded to so honorably in this connection, is none other than Judge Leffingwell, of Clinton county, Iowa, well known for his strong pro-slavery sentiments.  Like every conscientious Democrat, who has enlisted in defense of his country in her hour of peril, he has had his eyes opened to the enormity of slavery and now refuses to lift a hand in furtherance of the cause of all our national troubles.  Good for the Judge! May he return home thoroughly reformed:


LEXINGTON, MO., Feb. 28, 1862.

DEAR BROTHER: You will, no doubt, be surprised to learn that I am under arrest.  The reasons are as follows:  Yesterday I was informed that there was a negro in irons about three miles from town.  Last night I called at the house, accompanied by a few of my own men.  I found the negro with chains on him weighing thirty-five pounds!  I brought him into camp; Lieut. Burdell, a sergeant of Company B, and myself, took the chains off him.  Col. Stephenson of the Seventh Missouri, ordered Major Leffingwell to arrest me.  This he refused to do, but said he would call me in, which he did, and the following conversation took place:

Colonel – “Lieut. Jenks, did you go to the country, get a negro and bring him into the camp last night?”

Answer – “I did.”

Colonel – “Are you aware that you have violated an order of Gen. Halledk?”

Answer – “I am not, Sir.”

Colonel – “By whose order did you act?”

Answer – “I acted on my own responsibility, and by order of suffering humanity.”

Colonel – “You will return the negro immediately.”

Answer – “Colonel, that is impossible; I do not know where he is.”

Colonel – “you may then consider yourself under arrest – bring me your saber.”

Answer – “Very well, sir.”

So I am arrested for daring to take the chains off a human being – a man who has a soul like our own.  He was chained because he dared to attempt to escape from the hellish bondage in which he was held.  This man had done what he could for the Union cause in the battles at this place.  Now, brother, I feel that I have done right in the sight of Heaven, and with the blessing of heaven, I fear not what man can do with me.

Your brother,
JAMES D. JENKS.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 2

Lieutenant General Ulysses S. Grant to Jesse Root Grant, April 16, 1864

HEAD-QUARTERS ARMIES OF THE UNITED STATES
Culpeper C. H., Va.,
Apl. 16th, 1864.

Dear Father:

Your letter enclosing one from young Walker asking for duty on my staff during his suspension is received. It is the third letter from him on the same subject. Of course I cannot gratify him. It would not be proper. It would be changing punishment into reward.

Julia will start West in a few days and will stop at Covington on her way. She will remain at the house I purchased from Judge Dent until such time as she can join me more permanently. It is her particular desire to have Jennie go to St. Louis with her to spend the summer. I hope she can and will go.

It has rained here almost every day since my arrival. It is still raining. Of course I say nothing of when the army moves or how or where. I am in most excellent health and well pleased with appearances here. My love to all at home.

ULYSSES.

SOURCE: Jesse Grant Cramer, Editor, Letters of Ulysses S. Grant to His Father and His Youngest Sister, 1857-78, p. 103

Colonel William T. Sherman to Ellen Ewing Sherman, July 19, 1861

CAMP 1 MILE WEST OF CENTREVILLE,
26 FROM WASHINGTON, July 19, 1861.

I wrote to John yesterday asking him to send you my letters that you might be assured of my safety. Thus far the enemy have retired before us. Yesterday our General Tyler made an unauthorized attack on a battery over Bull Run. They fired gun for gun, and on the whole had the best of it. The General finding Centreville, a strong place, evacuated, followed their tracks to Bull Run which has a valley, deeply wooded, admitting only of one narrow column. I was sent for and was under fire about half an hour, the rifled cannon shot cutting the trees over head and occasionally pitching into the ground — three artillerists, one infantry and three horses in my brigade, with several wounded. I have not yet learned the full extent of damage, and as it was a blunder, don't care. I am uneasy at the fact that the volunteers do pretty much as they please, and on the slightest provocation bang away. The danger from this desultory firing is greater than from the enemy, as they are always so close, whilst the latter keep a respectable distance.

We were under orders to march at 6 P. M., but it was properly countermanded as night marches with raw troops are always dangerous. Now our orders are to march at 2½ A. M. The division of Tyler to which my Brigade belongs will advance along a turnpike road to a bridge on Bull Run. This bridge is gone, and there is a strong battery on the opposite shore of the river. Here I am summoned to a council at 8 P. M. at General McDowell's camp about a mile distant. I am now there, all the Brigade commanders are present, and only a few minutes intervene before they all come to this table.

I know tomorrow and next day we shall have hard work, and I will acquit myself as well as I can. With regulars, I would have no doubts, but these volunteers are subject to stampedes.

Yesterday there was an ugly stampede of 800 Massachusetts men. The Ohio men claim their discharge, and so do others of the three months men. Of these I have the Irish 69th New York, which will fight. . . .

My best love to all. My faith in you and the children is perfect, and let what may befall me I feel they are in a fair way to grow up in goodness and usefulness.

Goodbye for the present.

SOURCE: M. A. DeWolfe Howe, Editor, Home Letters of General Sherman,  p. 201-2.  A full copy of this letter can be found in the William T Sherman Family papers (SHR), University of Notre Dame Archives (UNDA), Notre Dame, IN 46556, Folder CSHR 1/138.

Diary of Alexander G. Downing: Tuesday, December 2, 1862

We marched ten miles last night and then went into bivouac for the rest of the night. The rebels are falling back without much resistance. We left our bivouac at 10 o’clock this morning, crossed the Tallahatchie river over the railroad bridge and after marching four miles, went into camp. We are near the town of Abbeville, where the rebels were strongly fortified. They deserted the place early yesterday morning after burning the station, but left large quantities of their supplies which they could not move before they had to flee. After they had crossed the bridge, which is a mile long, they set fire to it, but it failed to burn. Our cavalry is after them today and have taken several prisoners. It rained all day today.

Source: Alexander G. Downing, Edited by Olynthus B., Clark, Downing’s Civil War Diary, p. 85-6

Monday, September 23, 2013

Col. Jennison Vilified

Some citizen, professing to write from the raging Waubsi, comes to the rescue of the editor of the Democrat and palms off upon Col. Jennison a number of murders and outrages that are said to have occurred on the bloody soil of Kansas.  The Mo. Republican, the most unscrupulous semi-secesh sheet in the West, noted for propagating falsehoods and giving employment to irresponsible correspondents, is his authority.  Now we don’t believe the outrages enumerated ever occurred in Kansas, and if they did, we believe that Col. Jennison had no more to do with them than the pro-slavery and, at heart, secession correspondent of the Democrat, who would palm off on the Republican party such acts as the result of its teachings and intimate that its members gloried in such barbarities.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 2

The Democratic Alternative

A systematic effort is being made by politicians of the old Democratic school, to create such a feeling in favor of Gen. McClellan, that he can be taken up and run for the next Presidency, on the ground of distinguished services performed for his country.  The cue has been given to the press, and every little pro-slavery sheet at the North – and we presume at the South, so far as they dare give utterance to sentiments laudatory of a Northern commander – is engaged in trumpeting the fame of Gen. McClellan and investing with sublime importance every act he commits.  Further than that, the plans of those his superior in command, where meritorious, are claimed for him, and full credit is given him for their execution.  Now, we would not detract one iota from the justly merited fame of Gen. McClellan, but the effort to hoist him before the public as the military man of the age, skilled in all the elements of Generalship, for a sinister object, is so transparent as to be exceedingly repulsive to any one who regards the suppression of the rebellion at the present juncture of paramount importance to plotting for the next Presidency.

The demagogues of the defunct Democratic party have never been in quite so much of a quandary as the present time.  Unless that political organization be resurrected, to them “Othello’s occupation is gone,” and they must turn their peculiar talents into less congenial channels.  The efforts of Vallandigham et al. to reconstruct the party is a failure, so as a last resort they have issued their edict to ‘Tray, Blanche and Sweetheart,’ and curs of low degree, to bark in unison over the prowess of Gen. McClellan, that the honor and glory of war be detached from President Lincoln and wreathe the brow of the young commander on the Potomac.

‘On to Richmond’ is now the cry in good faith, and since the noble Generals and brave men of the West, who have done nearly all the hard fighting, have paved the way for the flower of the American army to advance, there will be little difficulty in reaching the whilom capital of the old Dominion and the new Confederacy.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 2

Major General Ulysses S. Grant to Jesse Root Grant, February 20, 1864

Nashville, Tenn.,
Feby. 20th, 1864.

Dear Father:

I have received your letter and those accompanying, to wit, Mr. Newton’s and I. N. Morris’. I may write to Mr. Newton but it will be different from what he expects. I am not a candidate for any office. All I want is to be left alone to fight this war out; fight all rebel opposition and restore a happy Union in the shortest possible time. You know, or ought to know, that the public prints are not the proper mediums through which to let a personal feeling pass. I know that I feel that nothing personal to myself could ever induce me to accept a political office.

From your letter you seem to have taken an active feeling, to say the least, in this matter, that I would like to talk to you about. I could write, but do not want to do so. Why not come down here and see me?

I did tell Julia to make a visit to Cincinnati, Batavia, Bethel and Georgetown.

ULYSSES.

SOURCE: Jesse Grant Cramer, Editor, Letters of Ulysses S. Grant to His Father and His Youngest Sister, 1857-78, p. 100-1

Colonel William T. Sherman to Ellen Ewing Sherman, July 16, 1861

July 16, 1861

I still regard this as but the beginning of a long war, but I hope my judgment therein is wrong, and that the people of the South may yet see the folly of their unjust rebellion against the most mild and paternal government ever designed for men. John will in Washington be better able to judge of my whereabouts and you had better send letters to him. As I read them I will tear them up, for every ounce on a march tells.

Tell Willy1 I have another war sword which he can add to his present armory. When I come home again I will gratify his ambition on that score, though truly I do not choose for him or Tommy2 the military profession. It is too full of blind chances to be worthy of a first rank among callings.
__________

1 Sherman’s oldest son.
2 A younger son.


SOURCE: M. A. DeWolfe Howe, Editor, Home Letters of General Sherman,  p. 200-1.  A full copy of this letter can be found in the William T Sherman Family papers (SHR), University of Notre Dame Archives (UNDA), Notre Dame, IN 46556, Folder CSHR 1/138.

Diary of Alexander G. Downing: Monday, December 1, 1862

We lay at this place, Waterford, until about 6 o’clock in the evening, when we struck our tents and started on a night march.

Source: Alexander G. Downing, Edited by Olynthus B., Clark, Downing’s Civil War Diary, p. 85

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Review: Of Blood and Brothers, Book One

By E. Michael Helms 

“Brother against brother” is a frequent theme often used in literature about the American Civil War.  So prevalent is this theme that there is quote from a movie, the title of which I cannot seem to recall, that states, to the best of my recollection, “The worst fights I ever saw were between brothers.”  There are documented cases in the Civil War of brothers choosing opposing sides, though considering the number of men who would eventually fight in the war which spanned across four years,  such occurrences are relatively rare and increase in numbers the closer you get to the border states separating the North from the South.  The war did tear families apart, fathers and sons, uncles and nephews, and cousins often found themselves fighting on opposite sides.  The soldiers who came back from the war came back with not only the physical scars on their bodies, but emotional scars as well.  After the war it was left to its survivors to bind up their physical and emotional wounds, and not only heal a war torn country, but their broken personal relationships as well.  Some were more successful at it than others.  E. Michael Helms’ novel, “Of Blood and Brothers,” is on such tale of brothers, who by a quirk of fate found themselves fighting on opposite sides of the war.

It is May 28, 1927 and Calvin Hogue, a cub reporter on the staff of his uncle’s newspaper, the St. Andrew Pilot, finds himself assigned to write a feature article the Malburn Family Reunion at Econfina on Florida panhandle.  He first speaks with Alma Hutchins nee Malburn who points out her uncle, Daniel Malburn, a veteran of the 6th Florida Infantry, Calvin quickly introduces himself and thus begins the first of many sessions with the Malburn brothers.

Elijah Malburn, Daniel’s brother, while working at the salt works along St. Andrew Bay is taken prisoner by Union forces. Faced with imprisonment, he reluctantly chooses to join the 2nd US Florida Cavalry.

“Of Blood and Brothers” is the first of two books covering the story of the Malburn brothers as they tell their stories to Calvin. Book One follows the exploits of Daniel Malburn and the 6th Forida Infantry through the battles of Chickamauga and Lookout Mountain/Missionary Ridge, meanwhile Elijah learns to his horror must lead a destructive raid on the Econfina Valley — his lifelong home.

Mr. Helms’ novel is a well written and engaging and easy read.  My only criticism of it comes on its last page with the words “To Be Continued.”  For it is in reality only half of a novel.  Book Two, the sequel to Of Blood and Brothers, will be released in March of 2014. The story of the Malburn brothers, Daniel and Elijah, picks up where Book One in the series ends.

ISBN 978-1938467516, Koehler Books, © 2013, Paperback, 282 pages, $16.95.  To purchase click HERE.

Resignations

Charles H. Rawson, Surgeon of the 5th Iowa Infantry, and T. Walter Jackson, adjutant of the 10th, have resigned their commissions in the army.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 2

Review: The Reckoning

By Bob Larranaga

A veteran of the Mexican-American War, Ed Canfield is a man with a secret and a dark past.  A sufferer of “soldier’s heart’ (what we know today as post traumatic stress disorder), he must battle with the demons of his past as the American Civil War breaks out around him.

Mr. Larranaga’s novel is set in the Florida Keys and centers around a trio of characters: the afore mentioned Ed Canfield; his estranged teenaged son, Jesse Beecham; and Maureen Foster, Ed’s love interest.  Abraham Lincoln has already been elected as President at the opening of the book; it is Secession Winter and both North and South are raising opposing armies for a war that both sides think will be short and victorious.  Jesse wants desperately to join the Confederate Army his mother, the former Mrs. Ed Canfield, sends him to Cedar Keys to live with his father.  When Ed picks him up he is seeing is son for the very first time; immediately the father-son conflict begins.

Ed owns a gum patch at Cedar Keys and manufactures turpentine among other nautical stores that could be of military value to either side of the war.  Caleb Foster is one of Ed’s more recently hired employees, and thus Ed becomes associated with his sister, Maureen.  Ed joins the local church choir just to get nearer to her, but as their relationship grows, hostilities erupt; Fort Sumter has fallen and the War is on.

While Ed and Jesse are fishing on their boat the “Dead Reckoning,” Cedar Keys is shelled by a gunboat, destroying the gum patch, Ed’s livelihood, and scattering its residents to the four winds.  Ed and Jesse discover a mysterious stow-away aboard the boat, and together the three of them set sail with what remains of Ed’s naval stores in search of Maureen and her family, during which time Ed must decide where his loyalties lie.  Ed and Jesse get more than what they bargained for when the real identity of their passenger is revealed and they find themselves in a race against time to save Maureen and some of the other residents of Cedar Keys from what is sure to be a certain death.

“The Reckoning,” is inspired by the pocket-sized journal that Mr. Larranaga’ great grandfather kept during the Civil War.  It is one part historical fiction and one part historical romance, but a bodice ripper it is not.  The old adage “You can’t judge a book by its cover,” holds true here.  In a glaring miscalculation of art design, book’s cover features a trio of a middle aged man, an bare-chested younger man, both wearing cowboy hats, and a young woman, all who appear in modern 20th/21st century clothing, and gives the casual book store browser the impression that this book is a western “horse opera.”  The novel is written in the first person, as Ed’s memoir of the tumultuous first year first year of the war in Florida’s Key Islands.  Readers of historical fiction will most assuredly enjoy Mr. Larranaga’s tale of love and war.

ISBN 978-1478177296, CreateSpace, © 2012, Paperback, 290 pages.  $13.49.  To Purchase click the book click HERE.

By Telegraph

(Reported expressly for the Gazette.)




– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 1

Major General Ulysses S. Grant to Jesse Root Grant, June 15, 1863

Walnut Hills. Miss.,
June 15th, 1863.

Dear Father:

I have received several letters from Mary and yourself, but as I have to deal with nineteen-twentieths of those received, have neglected to answer them.

All I can say is that I am well. I have the enemy closely hemmed in all round. My position is naturally strong and fortified against an attack from outside. I have been so strongly reinforced that Johnston will have to come with a mighty host to drive me away. — I do not look upon the fall of Vicksburg as in the least doubtful. If, however, I could have carried the place on the 22nd of last month, I could by this time have made a campaign that would have made the State of Mississippi almost safe for a solitary horseman to ride over. As it is, the enemy have a large army in it, and the season has so far advanced that water will be difficult to find for an army marching, besides the dust and heat that must be encountered. The fall of Vicksburg now will only result in the opening of the Mississippi River and demoralization of the enemy. I intended more from it. I did my best, however, and looking back can see no blunder committed.

ULYSSES

SOURCE: Jesse Grant Cramer, Editor, Letters of Ulysses S. Grant to His Father and His Youngest Sister, 1857-78, p. 98-9

Colonel William T. Sherman to Ellen Ewing Sherman, July 3, 1861

FORT CORCORAN, Opposite Georgetown,
July 3, 1861, Monday.

. . . On Friday I received orders to report to General McDowell at Arlington. I did so and received orders to relieve Colonel Hunter in the command of this Brigade composed of three militia regiments and two companies of regulars, one of cavalry and one of artillery. I occupy along with many others a beautiful cottage in full view of Georgetown and Washington City just over the aqueduct. The engineers have erected a fort named after a New York colonel, Irish, Corcoran, who is most enthusiastic in the cause, and several other little redoubts, all designed to protect Georgetown and consequently Washington from an approach this way. . . .

As yet I am simply studying the condition of affairs in anticipation of a forward movement. Of course, this depends on affairs with McClellan, Patterson and Butler. When we do move it will be in some force, but we know that Beauregard has long been expecting such an advance, and is as well prepared as he can be. It may be after all that he may retire, but I think he will fight, and it may be it will be in the nature of a duel. Better keep even this to yourself. I would not have anything traced back to me.

The manner and fact that nothing is now secret or sacred from the craving for public news is disgraceful to us as a people. The South manage to keep their councils better than we.

Beauregard has ceased even to think of attacking. All his dispositions look to defense. . . .

SOURCE: M. A. DeWolfe Howe, Editor, Home Letters of General Sherman,  p. 199-200.  A full copy of this letter can be found in the William T Sherman Family papers (SHR), University of Notre Dame Archives (UNDA), Notre Dame, IN 46556, Folder CSHR 1/138.

Diary of Alexander G. Downing: Sunday, November 30, 1862

We lay in camp here at Waterford all day and I wrote a letter to John Moore. I was on picket last night, but was relieved this morning. There was some skirmishing and cannonading out on the Tallahatchie river today. Several troops passed here going out to the front. The land in this part of the country is very rough and very poor. The soil is sandy and is easily worked.

Source: Alexander G. Downing, Edited by Olynthus B., Clark, Downing’s Civil War Diary, p. 85

Local Matters

WANTED. – A journeyman tinner, at Geo. W. Smiley’s stove store.  None but a good workman need apply.

PLOWING MATCH. – The plowing match of the Winfield Township Agricultural Society comes off to-day on the farm of Mr. Irving Quinn, Long Grove.

EVERGREENS. – D. F. Kinsey, of Black Hawk Nursery, Rock Island, has the finest lot of evergreens in the West.  Citizens of Davenport are requested to call and examine his stock.

GODEY’S LADY’S BOOK. – The June number of this fashionable monthly is already received, and as usual is beautifully illustrated and teems with good things for the ladies.  It may be had at the bookstores.

MASONIC. – At a meeting of Davenport Lodge No. 37 at A. F. and A. M., held last Monday evening, the following officers were elected for the ensuing year: O. H. Watson, W. M.; W. F. Kidder, S. W.;  F. H. Griggs, J. W.; Geo. H. French, Treas.; Fred. Koops, Sec’y; J. W. Jamison, S. D.; J. M. Dunn, J. D.

A NUISANCE. – A number of defunct cavalry horses were buried a few days ago near the Fair Ground under the direction of military authorities.  The work was not properly done, however, the bodies not being fully covered.  The effluvia in the neighborhood is consequently very rank, and calls for remedial action.

THE DAILY ARGUS is the title of the new Democratic paper established at Burlington, the first number of which appeared on Monday last.  It is of the Mahony stripe of politics and well calculated to stir up the dirty waters of pro-slaveryism in the loyal county of Des Moines.

THE best assortment and the best qualities of dry goods in the city can be found at Wadsworth’s.  His stock of dress goods, shawls, raglans and sacques is complete and any lady wishing the latest styles at low prices should not fail to call and examine his stock.  dw*

CROPS. – The reports from the country speak very favorably of the growing crops.  The season, though rather late, has been excellent since it began.  The few showers have been very opportune, and everything now seems to promise abundant harvests to reward the farmer’s toil.

NEW GOODS. – Mrs. McCullough has just received per express new straw goods, in different styles, checked silks, and new designs in ribbons.  Ladies desiring the latest styles, and first class goods, would do well to examine her stock.  She buys and sells exclusively for cash, and can therefore afford to offer superior advantages to purchasers.   *

INDIANS. – A couple of Indians, of the Musquawka tribe, have recently arrived in town from the West.  One of them is sadly crippled, having had both feet frozen off; he walks on his knees.  Such an object commends itself to the charity of spectators, and many a hand, as he passes by, dives into the pocket-book in search of something to help the poor fellow along.

HAINES’ HARVESTERS. – We call attention to the advertisement of Hanes’ Harvester in to-day’s paper.  This machine is rising in popular favor, and seems destined to continue to do so.  Mr. Cook, its general western agent, is a shrewd, intelligent, straightforward business man, and one, we should think, who will adhere to whatever he says, and fulfill all he promises.

FIFTH WARD ELECTION. – It should not be forgotten that an alderman is to be elected in the Fifth Ward next Saturday, to fill the place vacated by Ald. LeClaire.  It is about time to bring out the candidates, so that the people may be fully advised of their qualifications before voting.  Let the best man in the ward be selected, or both parties unite on some good man as a candidate.

AN UGLY CUSTOMER. – An Irishman, whose family name seems to be lost in antiquity, but who is commonly called “Billy, the mule,” was arrested by officer Brown, yesterday morning, and brought down to jail from his house on Perry street, above the Fair Grounds.  This Billy, if all accounts are true, ought to have received the attention of the authorities some time ago.  When under the influence of liquor, it appears he blockades the road by his house, and undertakes to prevent the public from using it.  One day last week, as a drayman was driving by, Billy ranged his own horse and dray across the street, so that the other could not pass.  The latter got down, and taking Billy’s horse by the head, backed him out of the road.  Billy then seized a shovel, and struck at the other drayman, who used his whip in return.  Monday evening, a young colored man, in the employ of Mr. Preston, went that way looking for cows, when Billy made him turn his horse’s head, and go around through a mud hole.  Returning subsequently with the cattle, he had to come by Billy’s a second time, when a fight ensued between that worthy and the sable gentleman, in which the latter dealt his opponent some pretty hard blows with the butt end of the whip.  The neighbors finally separated them.  Complaint was made yesterday morning against Billy, and a warrant issued for his apprehension.  He was accordingly arrested, though not without resistance by himself and wife, and was brought to jail on a dray.  Billy seems to be a mortal enemy to “niggers,” and has notified some of the residents on the bluff, who have colored men in their employ, that they must keep them out of his reach.  From what we can learn of him, he seems to be a perfect terror to the neighbors around when intoxicated.  A little wholesome punishment will do him no harm.

A TRIUMPH OF CHEMISTRY. – Notwithstanding the prevalent opinion that common Saleratus was poisonous, and mischievous in its effect upon the human system, it continued to be used because there was no substitute known.  The poisonous properties were not, however, essential, and starting upon this basis, Mr. DeLand applied himself to the discovery of a process to produce a pure article.  His researches were not confined to this country, but extended to Europe, and were eminently successful.  It was a glorious triumph of Chemistry, when the pure Chemical Saleratus was produced, and made gland thousands who were justly afraid to use the article commonly in use.  The Chemical Saleratus makes pure, light, and wholesome bread, and it is made only by D. B. DeLand & Co., at Fairport, Monroe county, N. Y.  Sold by them at wholesale, and by respectable dealers everywhere in this country.  For sale by wholesale grocers in Chicago.   dw*

THE DOG LAW. – The Town Clerk has been at his office for the last three days attending to the registry of dogs, under the new law. – So far, about seventy dogs have been registered as worthy of preservation.  Two days more are allowed to their owners to get all the dogs paid for: thereafter, no canine animal’s life is safe.  Those who want to keep their dogs had better pay up promptly, for there will be a determined effort to enforce this law, as it is what the interests of the State have long imperatively demanded.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 1

Destructive Fire

NEW YORK, May 13.

One of the most destructive fires which ever visited Long Island, has been raging for the last four days.  Destroying a large amount of property.

The fire broke out near Stoney Brook, on Friday last, as was caused by the burning off of a lot on the farm of Mr. Joel Smith.  It has swept over an area of at least sixty thousand acres, principally in the town of Brookhaven.

It started the villages of Stone Brook, Setauket, Port Jefferson, Mount Sinai, and Miller’s Place on the north; New Village, Seeden, Coram, Middle Island and Maneville in the middle, and Patchogue, Belfast Fire Place, Mastic, Moriclies and Onaque on the south.

It passed some little distance from the villages of the north, while in the centre it came so near as to endanger dwellings and human lives.  In the south side, they suffered more severely than the village of Mastic.  It swept down to Great South bay, where many barks and buildings were destroyed, and it is said that several lives were lost in attempting to arrest its progress.

A dispatch from Port Jefferson, May 12th, says the damage is variously estimated at from three hundred to five hundred thousand dollars.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 1

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Died

In Durant, on Sunday, 11th inst. Rev. JOHN S. WHITTLESEY, Chaplain of the 11th Iowa regiment, aged 49 years and 6 months.

The funeral will take place at 2 o’clock to-day from his residence.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 1

Pittsburg Landing, May 7 [1862].

MR. E. RUSSELL, Cor. Secretary Scott Co. Relief Association –

ESTEEMED SIR:  I have arrived from Hamburg general hospital.  I consented to be assigned, for the present, to the 8th ward of that institution, after having assisted Dr. Varian, post surgeon, to establish it.  I have 160 of the sick of the 2d cavalry, 5th, 10th, 3d and 17th infantry of Iowa volunteers under my care.  They are doing quite as well as we could hope for under the circumstances – have lost none, have nurses plenty, but need good cooks.  This is the mistake.  Good cooks are what is most needed in our hospitals.  Fruits, potatoes, onions, barley, whisky and lots of peppers are needed too.  Mrs. Harlan and Mrs. Burnell are here somewhere.  I believe Dr. G. is still in the 3d Iowa.  The army is advancing to-day three miles – they must fight or run, I think, this week; are skirmishing now.  The cannon are booming – it’s exciting music, but brings no terror.  The army is in excellent spirits, although much sickness is in it.  See that the good people of Davenport do not turn out promiscuously as a crowd to help here in case of a battle, but send a few working men.  I shall do all I can to keep posted as to the wants of our troops, and relieve them as far as that can be done with my means.

Yours,
A. S. MAXWELL.

– Published in The Davenport Daily Gazette, Davenport, Iowa, Wednesday Morning, May 14, 1862, p. 1