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his contempt for all this effeminacy, and his readi- ness to quit these "piping times of peace," by destroying all his possessions that savored of luxury, and throwing away whatever could not be carried in knapsack or saddle-pack.
Adjutant Cobb was a sound sleeper. He did not average to sleep so long, perhaps, as many others, but he would owl over his work or his letters night after night, and then, when the conditions were favorable, would do such solid sleeping for one night as would bring him out even. At such times it seemed absolutely impossible to awaken him; no quantity of shaking would make any impression, and it was necessary to let him have it out.
Somewhere about midnight, before January 21st, an orderly came with a written order, found the adjutant sleeping in his tent, and did his best to waken him, but without effect. Finally he thrust the order into Cobb's hand, closed the fingers over it, and went his way. Before daylight the adjutant was wakened by the beating drums, and found the paper in his hand. Rising, he struck a light, read the paper and found that it was an order for the Regi- ment to march at 3 A. M. It was then half-past two, and an hour and a half is the shortest time in which a command can get breakfast and make need- ful preparations for the route.
Matters were hurried up pretty lively, and inas- much as there was the usual delay in starting, the Regiment managed to come to time.
We did not move until four. Meantime the work of destruction went on, even to making bonfires of
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all comforts and luxuries in wood, around which the men warmed themselves and laughed and sung. Even tent-cloths and cast-off clothing were destroyed. Nothing was to be left that would com- fort Johnny Reb. But even before we moved off, some of us began to regret our comfortable home ; for a bitter cold north-east wind blew fiercely, and the air was full of snow and sleet, which gradually grew to rain. We moved at first pretty fast, and then the pace grew slower, slower, slowest, with frequent halts, until after dark, when we drew off the road and bivouacked for the night. The rain continued for some time, and it was exceedingly - chilly, and by no means an agreeable opportunity for sleep. The men made fires among the trees, and sat around them nearly all night. As morning rose the wind changed, the rain ceased and when we resumed our march at about eight o'clock the air was soft, bland, and beautiful, like a day in April or May. Heavy, lead-colored clouds, however, hung low over everything, the air was thick with mist, and vaporous masses of steam lay upon the fields and woods. The snow had disappeared, and the frost was coming out of the ground, and lay in pools and puddles, and finally, in lakes and rivers of water, over roads and low-lying fields in every direc- tion. Soon it began raining again, first a drizzle and then a steady pour, and the thermometer rose and rose and rose again, to fifty, seventy, and eighty degrees, every object in the landscape began to exhale steam. Men and horses and mules and
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wagons, every bush and blade of grass, gave it forth in clouds and masses. There was a glow everywhere as of early dawn, and a dank, earthy smell pervaded the air. The wagons and trains, and everything that went on wheels or by horse- flesh, abandoned the roads and took to the fields. Deeper grew the mud and deeper the water over the mud. Still the moving masses of men pushed on, jumping from hummock to stump, sinking in up to the thighs and being dragged out half drowned, struggling through dense thickets rather than try the road, and everything and everybody draggled and splashed and yellow with mud; there had been something very much like this in the march up the Peninsula under McClellan, in the trenches and corduroys about Yorktown, and we did not expect to give it up. But at last we came to a dead standstill. We were in a narrow wood-road and had passed several teams of a wagon train com- pletely mired, and apparently sinking deeper and deeper, mules singing their peculiar lay with little above the mud but their ears, when we were halted where the road made a sudden turn and descent, and for the present at least, all further progress was impossible. Our entire day's march was only three miles.
The narrow road appeared to be blocked, wagons were upset apparently one upon another, while men and horses were floundering about in most dire con- fusion. In a very short time we made our way out of this scene of disorder, and to the great relief of
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all who progressed by horse-flesh, halted to wait a more agreeable season. Then again did we regret the comfortable quarters we had left.
It was dreadful to think of camping where we were, worse to undertake to go back again, or forward or anywhere. The whole country in all directions appeared to be under water. The trees stood up as if in a vast bog or swamp. At the first step off from a root or stump you sank so deep as to make you catch your breath, and you were lucky if, in extract- ing yourself, you did not leave behind both boots and stockings. Virginia mud is a clay of reddish color and sticky consistence, which does not appear to soak water, or mingle with it, but simply to hold it, becoming softer and softer, and parting with the water wholly by evaporation. It was difficult to stand; to sit or lie down, except in the sticky mud, was impossible. Everything was so drenched with water that it was difficult to make fires. The warm, moist atmosphere imparted a feeling of weariness and lassitude, and in short our condition was disgusting. Wet through, stuck-in-the-mud, we dragged out the night.
The next day, January 23d, was bright, mild, and beautiful, at least as far as sun and air went. A gentle breeze began to dry up the ground, and the whole brigade was set at work to corduroy roads. The method pursued by our own men was peculiar. They were marched across the field and brought into single line before a Virginia fence. Every man then pulled out a rail, shouldered it, and in single
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file the Regiment marched to the place to be cordu- royed, where each dropped his rail as he came up.
The next day we returned to our camp at Stone- man's Switch, which looked on the whole about as comfortable and home-like as the inside of a very mouldy Stilton cheese. In an incredibly short space of time however, everything resumed its accustomed air of neatness and quasi-comfort. The next Sun- day-morning inspection showed not a trace of the mud in which the Regiment with the rest of the army had been nearly smothered.
Youthful readers of Lovers' romances are apt to jump at the conclusion that "a soldier's life is always gay," or at least that gaiety is its normal condition. Youthful patriots in our war time yearned for active service, and saw themselves in dreams successfully storming forts, capturing batter- ies, charging and driving rebel hordes. Always in their dreams there was floating over them the flag of their country, (a bright new one )-always drums were beating and bands were playing ; and, if the dream was dreamed out to the end, the great trans- formation-scene at the close, displayed the dreamer in elegant uniform, crowned by the genius of victory, while the people of the whole nation joined in shouts of approbation.
As they approached the field of glory the halo faded, and often upon the field itself it was not at all manifest to the eve. A disordered liver turned the gold to green, and the arm which by the dream was to have been waving a flashing sword in the front
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part of battle, was more frequently wielding a dull axe in the woods, or a spade in the open ground. Many thought that their patriotism had evaporated, but it was only the romantic aureola that was gone.
Among the first volunteers to join our Newton Company was the Reverend William L. Gilman, a minister of the Universalist denomination. To us he was Corporal Gilman of Company K. doing his duty as a non-commissioned officer quietly and well. On the 10th of December, 1862, the Colonel was in the dumps. He had been for two months wrestling with the medical authorities of the corps, and the medical authorities had near about killed him. Upon the eve of a movement and a battle, they refused permission to send our sick to hospital, and ordered our surgeons to follow the movement. More than twenty men were very sick in our hospi- tal tent, and the steward objected to the heavy load which would fall to him if he were left alone in charge.
At this juncture appeared Corporal Gilman with a sad countenance, and told how disappointed he was to find that his services seemed to be of no value, and to ask if some position could not be found in which he might have the satisfaction of feeling that he was of use to somebody. A brief consulta- tion with the Surgeon told the Colonel that the cor- poral was in no state for marching or fighting. that his despondency was the effect of a disordered liver. and thereupon he was detailed to the military com- mand of the patients in hospital, and before the
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regiment left he was fully instructed as to the duty required of him. To Corporal Gilman's activity during the five days of our absence, is due a large share of the credit of saving the lives of those entrusted to his care. Shamefully neglected by the division surgeon who promised to visit them, and who even falsely said that he had visited them, these sick men would have died of starvation but for the unwearying devotion of their two non-commis- . sioned officers ; and when the regiment returned, Gilman himself was well, and had recovered that cheeriness which was his natural temper, and which never afterward deserted him, even when mangled and dying on the field of Gettysburg.
But after all there was some foundation for those youthful views. There were men who could stand up against their own livers, and there were times of general jollity.
Making a neighborly call at the headquarters of an Irish regiment, our Adjutant found there quite a number of officers, the greater number of them sit- ting or reclining on the ground, which formed the tent floor, among them Captain Hart, A. A. General of the Irish Brigade.
Of course the canteen was at once produced, and a single glass which was to go the rounds with the can- teen. The whiskey was of the "ragged edge" variety, from the commissary stores, and it required a stout throat to drink it half-and-half with water; but when our adjutant, to whom by reason of infirmity of the lungs whiskey was like milk, filled the little
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glass with clear spirit and tossed it down his throat, there was a murmur of admiring surprise which found expression in Hart's reverent look and in his exclamation, " Oh, sir ! you ought to belong to the Irish Brigade, for it's a beautiful swallow you have !"
But the Irish had no monopoly of light-hearted soldiers. Dana of "ours" was to the battalion what Tupper says a babe is to the household-a well- spring of joy. Full of healthy life and spirits, he bubbled over with jokes and pranks and mirth, and while no story of the 32d could be complete without some stories of him, no one book could suffice to contain them all.
Sent out with a party to corduroy a road, he announced himself at the farm house near by as General Burnside, and demanded quarters, got them, and fared sumptuously.
Detailed as acting quartermaster he kept no accounts, and how he settled with his department no man knoweth to this day. The demand of the ordnance department for property returns, although frequently repeated, were quietly ignored, until the chief wrote to him: "Having no replies to my repeated demands for your accounts, I have this day addressed a communication to the 2d Auditor of the Treasury, requesting him to withhold farther pay- ments to you." To which D. at once replied : "Dear Sir,-Yours of the -th is received. What did the 2d Auditor say?"
A representative of the Christian Commission in clerical dress and stove-pipe hat was distributing
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lemons to the bilious soldiers, but refused to give or sell one to Dana, who thereupon proposed to arrest him as a deserter from our army or a spy of the enemy's ; and when the gentleman asserted that he was enlisted only in "the army of the Lord"- " Well, you've straggled a good ways from that," was the surly rejoinder.
Sergeant Hyde of K Company was a Yankee given to the invention of labor-saving contrivances, and was not fond of walking two miles under a big log, which was then the ordinary process of obtain- ing fire-wood. He thought that he might get his fuel with less labor, from the generous pile which always flanked the surgeon's tent. Getting one of his comrades, in the darkness of night, to draw off the attention of the headquarters' negro servants, Hyde secured a boss log and escaped with it to his hut, and there, with the aid of a newly-issued hatchet, proceeded to demolish his log beyond the possibility of recognition.
Unfortunately for Hyde, the sharp hatchet glanced off the log and cut an ugly gash in his leg-a serious wound, which made it necessary to call on the sur- geon and break his rest. The doctor was kind and sympathizing beyond his wont, and very curious to learn all about the accident, but to this day the ser- geant believes that if that doctor had known all the particulars, the treatment might not have been so gentle.
Whenever the army was idle for a time, officers were apt to be prolific in written communications,
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recommendations, and endorsements, and these were not always merely dry routine. The officer of the guard who knew more about tactics than any . other learning, one day on his report wrote a suggestion that "sum spaids and piks" be provided for the use of the guard. This passing as usual through the hands of the officer-of-the-day, who knew more about books than tactics, he added over his official signature, "approved all but the spell- ing."
A. Q. M. Hoyt having in a written communica- tion to the General of the division called attention to the fact that the division quartermaster was using an ambulance and horses for his own private occa- sions in violation of an order of the War Depart- ment, was by endorsement directed to "attend to his own duty," whereupon he sent the same paper to the Adjutant General at Washington, with this addi- tional endorsement, "In compliance with the above order of Gen. the attention of the War Department is called to the case within described." The ambulance had to go.
It was in one of these prolonged waiting seasons that the assistant surgeon with great exertion at all of the headquarters, secured a thirty days leave of absence in order to be present at his own wedding. Nothing now could make his face so long as it was next morning at the mess breakfast, when an orderly brought, and when the adjutant read aloud a general order from headquarters, Army of the Potomac, cancelling all officers' leaves "pending the present
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operations of this army." A premature chuckle from one of the conspirators exposed the forgery and lightened the doctor's heart. .
It was not in every place and presence however, that even a full surgeon could indulge his natural bent for humorous relation, as indeed the chief of our medical staff discovered, when, after convulsing a Court Martial with a vivid description of a pig hunt, where he came in at the death to find the pris- oners cutting up the pig, and the Adjutant General of the division "presiding over the meeting," he found his reward in "plans and specifications," upon which he himself was tried for contempt of court, or something to that effect.
St. Patrick's Day was always a day of great jol- lity, for the religious children of that holy bishop and his cherished isle are quick to break forth into mirth and sport when opportunity is offered. The festival of 1863, however, closed with a strange accident and a sad tragedy.
A course had been provided for horse racing, and after the races laid down in the programme had been run, a variety of scrub matches were made up extempore. Unfortunately it happened that two of these were under way at the same time and in op- posite directions, and at the height of their speed, two horses came in collision so directly, and with such a fearful shock as to cause the instant death of both animals, the actual death of one, and the apparent death of both the riders. He who escaped at last, was the dear foe of our Quartermaster
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Hoyt, who, over the senseless body pronounced the officer's eulogy, and expressed his deep contrition for all that he had ever said or done to offend the sufferer, but with the reserved proviso that "if he does get well this all goes for nothing."
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T HE commencement of the year 1863 brought the not unwelcome announcement to the Army of the Potomac that General Burnside had been relieved from the command, and General Hooker appointed in his stead. The disastrous failure at Fredericksburg, and the rather absurd attempt which will be known in history as the "mud march," had not increased the confidence of the army in Burnside's ability, and it was with feelings of satis- faction that the soldiers heard the order promulgated which relieved him and appointed his successor. Notwithstanding some grave defects in the character and habits of General Hooker, as a soldier he had enlisted the confidence and won the affections of the men. The plucky qualities which had given to him the name of "Fighting Joe," seemed to be an assurance of that activity and energy that were, so necessary to the successful ending of the contest, while his kindly nature, and his genial, social tem- perament, won the love and good wishes of all who came in contact with him. In appearance, when in command, he represented the dashing, chivalrous soldier, of whom we had read in history and fiction,
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inspiring confidence and awakening our enthusiasm. As he rode along the line, while reviewing the 5th Corps, mounted upon a snow-white steed, horse and rider seemingly but one, erect in all the pride of command, his hair nearly white, contrasting strongly with his ruddy complexion, he looked the perfect ideal of a dashing, gallant,. brave commander. We soon learned that his skill in organization fully equalled his bravery upon the battle-field, and the results were apparent in the improved discipline and morale of the troops. To his administration must be given the credit of the introduction of the corps badges, which proved of great value in the suc- ceeding days of the war.
It would be useless, tiresome perhaps, to describe the regular routine performed by the 32d during the days and weeks that succeeded. Suffice it to say, that it consisted principally of picket and guard · duty, with details for road building, and the con- stant drill and discipline so necessary to prepare the soldier for the more severe labors of the march, and the sterner duties of the battle-field. With the warmer weather of the spring came orders which told us that the campaign was soon to begin ; bag- gage must be forwarded to Washington, clothing must be furnished, deficiences in ordnance supplied ; these, together with orders for the return of men on leave and detached service, informed the soldier as clearly as if it had been promulgated in positive terms, that active duties were to commence, that a battle was soon to be fought. On the Sth of
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April, President Lincoln reviewed the army, and the sight of a hundred thousand men prepared for review was indeed impressive. General Hooker was excusable, perhaps, in speaking of his command at this time as "the finest army on the planet." It cer- tainly was never in better condition. On the 27th of April we left our camp-the Regiment under the command of Lieutenant-Colonel Stephenson-with- out a thought that we should ever return to it again. Starting at noon, we marched to Hartwood Church, about eight miles, reaching it at nightfall ; the next morning, moving towards Kelley's Ford on the Rap- pahannock, near which we bivouacked for the night ; taking up the line of march at daybreak, we crossed the Rappahannock on a pontoon bridge, coming to Ely's Ford on the Rapidan, late in the afternoon of the 29th. The water at this ford was quite deep, reach- ing nearly to the armpits, and running rapidly. Most of the men stripped themselves of their cloth- ing and waded through, holding their muskets, knapsacks, and clothing above their heads, while others dashed in without any preparation. Occa- sionally a luckless wight would lose his footing in the swift-running stream, and float down with the current, to be caught by the cavalry men who were stationed below for that purpose. Regiment after regiment as they arrived, dashed through the waters, and a more stirring scene can hardly be imagined. All along the banks of the river were men by hun- dreds, and thousands-on one side making prepara- tion for fording-on the other replacing their
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clothing and repairing damages, while the water was crowded with soldiers who filled the air with shouts, laughter, and song. As the darkness came on, the numerous fires which the soldiers had made for the purpose of drying their clothing, threw a strong light over a picture of life and beauty, such as can only be witnessed in the experience of army life. That night we rested on the south side of the Rapidan. The morning of the 30th of April found us on the march, and in a few hours we struck that region, which, but for the war, would scarcely have been known outside of its own limits-now to be re- membered by generations yet to come, as the locality where were fought some of the bloodiest battles known in history-the Wilderness.
Some description of the territory may not come amiss to those who have grown up since the bloody scenes of the war for the Union were enacted there. It comprises a tract of land probably more than twenty miles in circumference ; a nearly unbroken expanse of forest and thicket. A large portion is covered with a dense growth of low, scrub oaks, briars, and shrubs, with occasionally a spot where the trees have attained to more lofty proportions. For miles you can travel without a change, seeing only the loathsome snake as it glides across your path, and uncheered by the voices of the birds, for the song- sters of the day find no home in its thickets, only the lonely night-bird inhabiting its gloomy depths. Everything about it is wild and desolate. The sun hardly penetrates through its gloom, and the trav- eller, oppressed with its loneliness and desolation,
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hurries through that he may reach the more genial spots beyond, and feel the cheering rays of God's sunshine.
Near one border of this region, at the junction of roads that lead from Fredericksburg and United States Ford, is Chancellorsville ; not a town, not a village, but simply a tract of cleared land surround- ing one brick house, said to have been erected for a private residence, but used at the commencement of the war as a roadside tavern. Through the forest we marched to Chancellorsville, near which we bivouacked for the night.
May Ist, 1863, our Regiment led the division which marched not south-east in the direction of the plank road, but by a road which led east and north- east, in the direction of Bank's Ford. Artillery and picket firing had been heard for some time, but we were in thick woods. Covered by flankers and skirmishers we moved on sometimes very rapidly, until within less than four miles of Fredericksburg. The day was fine and with the exception of some cavalry pickets, we saw no enemy, but there was a sound of heavy firing on our right in the direction of the plank road, and as we advanced it seemed to become more distant and almost exactly in our rear.
By the excitement apparent among General Griffin's staff it was evident that things were not going right, and at last the order was given to face about, and we took the back track at a killing pace. As we neared Chancellorsville again, there was
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some pretty sharp artillery and infantry skirmishing going on just ahead, and as night drew on we were halted in the road in line of battle facing south, with skirmishers in front.
It seems that the regular division of our corps had been roughly handled and driven back, thus separating us from the army, and we were kept all that night marching and counter-marching about the country. It was a bright moonlight night, but dusky in the woods. There were long waits, but not enough for sleep, and it was long after daylight when we got out of the forest and came upon the 3d division of our corps, and found ourselves wel- comed as men who had been lost but were found.
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