Thursday, August 30, 2012

August 27, 1862: the False Report of the Death of Major William Henry, Jr.

Major William Henry , Jr., of Oxford Furnace, was the brother of Captain Jospeh Henry, of the 9th NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment - the first New Jersey officer killed in the war at Roanoke Island in 1861.  Major Henry was the adjutant of the 1st NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment.  On August 12, 1862 - two weeks before the 2nd Battle of Manassas - Henry was promoted to Major. 
 
During the battle, he was wounded.  Major Henry's uniform and hat were riddled with bullet holes.  By early September, Warren County, NJ newspapers were erroneously reporting Henry's death.  The Belvidere Intelligencer reported in the September 12th edition, "MAJOR HENRY HAS FALLEN - The Scranton Republican of last week says, 'This is the second sacrifice made by the Henry family on the altar of their country - Joseph fell gallantly at the head of his company at Roanoke, - his elder brother was killed in the last fights in Virginia.  Entering the store of the Coal and Iron Company at an early age, he gradually rose to be confidential clerk of the concern until 1857, when he left for Oxford Furnace in company with Seldon T. Scranton, who could not dispense with his services.  Of pleasing address, generous temper, and high toned character, he made friends wherever he was known.  He took a deep interest in this war, was active in furthering enlistments at the inset and was tendered the Adjutancy of the First New Jersey Regiment, which position he held with great credit and acceptability, and was promoted to the Majority.  We have not heard the particulars of his death, but he was doubtless found at his post manfully doing his duty.  He leaves two brothers, two sisters, an aged father and a host of friends to mourn his untimely end.'"
 
Major Henry, however, did not die until March 16, 1889 in Fort Worth, Texas - of old age.  Henry's hat and clothes were riddled with bullets, but he survived with slight injury.
 
Copyright 1997-2012: Jay C. Richards

August 27, 1862: Theodore Carhart at 2nd Battle of Manassas [Bull Run]

In August, units of the Army of the Potomac had moved between Manassas and Fairfax Court House, Virginia.  Theodore Carhart, of the 1st NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment, wrote to his brother,
 
"In one week, from Sunday night, the 24th, up to Sunday, the 31st, we have been up to Manassas and back, and to Fairfax Court House and back, making 90 miles all told.  When we were moving up to Fairfax the last time, Friday, the 29th, General Slocum, our Division General, headed our Brigade and encamped us for the night about eight miles away from Alexandria.  He made us quite a speech, complimenting us very highly for holding up so nobly under the severe difficulties that we had contended with.  He said he knew, and so did all other officers, that when we left the Seminary last spring that we were one of the finest brigades in the whole army, and that to be reduced to such a number, it must be discouraging both to men and officers.  He also said that he would like to have the name of every man and officer, for by his presence he knew him to be a good soldier, a true patriot, and men that could be relied upon; that we should keep a stiff upper lip, for it was always the darkest just before day.  After he got thro' with his speech, the boys gave him six hearty cheers and then we pitched our tents for the night, and he went on with the other two brigades of the division.  On Saturday morning, we struck tents and moved on to Fairfax and guarded that place and the different roads leading to it while the battle was going on at Manassas.  The guerrillas think nothing of making dashes at our trains as they pass backward   and forward with ammunition and provisions.
 
"At Manassas on Wednesday [August 27], we lost 163 men; the 2nd Regiment, about 175; I have not learned other losses.  Suffice it to say the Brigade today only numbers about 800 men; out of that the 1st has only 257 men all told.  It is the smallest regiment in the brigade...At any rate, we are all right so far.  Captain [Edward] Campbell [Company E, 3rd NJ Regiment] and Captain [John] Wildrick [Company B, 2nd NJ Regiment] are all right - they made their escape from the rebels."
 
Copyright 1997-2012: Jay C. Richards

Monday, August 13, 2012

August 1, 1862: DeWitt C. Blair's Letter to John I. Blair

On August 1, 1862, Private DeWitt Clinton Blair, wealthy attorney from Belvidere, wrote to his father, railroad owner and financier John I. Blair, from Camp Aspinnall near Harper's Ferry, Virginia.  Blair was serving in the 22nd New York National Guard Regiment, "The New York Greys." 

"My Dear Father, I have received two letters from you & have read them with great interest.  I knew you were about to be taking a trip West & I have delayed answering until your return.  I take great pleasure in watching the progress of Rail Road matters.  I have examined portions of the Baltimore & Ohio R.R. & also the Winchester Road.  The track of the former is in a miserable condition.  The transportation is very great at this time.  When I awake from my slumbers at midnight, I can still hear the rattling sound of car wheels as train after train travels along, long down with grain & cattle destined I presume for Washington to feed the Army of the Potomac.  The Winchester Road passes along the flank of our Camp - between us & the Shenandoah River.  It is a small affair, the track consists of flat iron spiked to pieces of timber.  The Road has had more business than it could since the beginning of the War.  The 9th Vermont Regiment passed over the road a few days since on their way to Winchester I suppose.  We gave them three hearty cheers & they responded with a will.  Vermont deserves the praise of being the first in the field.

"Business of every character in this section of the country, except that which pertains to war, is dispensed with.  Mills are stopped & private dwellings lay in one mass of ruins.  You can form but a faint idea of the devastating affect of war, unless you are on the ground & witness the results.  It would be a sight for a stranger to visit this place.  The routine of every day life is interrupted by the sound of Martial Music & the tramp of armed men.  Our duties are various and often very laborious.  Our Company has charge of a Battery behind a line of entrenchments which we have just finished.  It was a very amusing sight at times for a looker-on to witness the degree of spirit manifested by Broadway Gents, as they tugged away with the shovel & the hoe.  Some of them were honest enough to admit that they would know how to make a living by the time they get home, a thing which before appeared very strange & unnatural.

"Our Regiment marches out to Bolivar Heights every afternoon through the hot sun & dust & these, with some three thousand other troops, go through a Brigade drill conducted by Brigadier General [Nelson] Miles.  We have Company drills in the morning & after that we are assigned to various other duties & so kept busy the whole day.  Rebel Cavalry still infest this part of the Valley & ram around in small bodies watching our movements & gaining all the information possible & stealing everything valuable they can lay their hands on.  Now & then a Rebel scout is caught within our lines & brought to headquarters.  Such specimens of living humanity is a rare sight.

"We had a lively time at two o'clock last night.  We were awakened out of our dreams by the roar of heavy Artillery & the whistling sound of shells as they passed over our Camp & exploded in the opposite side of the Shenandoah River near the foot of the Mountain.  It seems that our Battery in Maryland Heights discovered the Rebels playing their old game of displaying signal lights, so they opened fire just to remind them of the fact that we were wide awake.  That battery is a very important one.  It is just the key to this Valley.  It was that which stopped Stonewall Jackson from crossing here into Maryland.  It is held by one Company of the 5th N.Y. Infantry ["Duryea's Zouaves"].  If the Rebels should ever    succeed in getting hold of that, we would have to get out of this place in a hurray, as their Guns will carry more than a mile beyond our Camp.

"The line of earthworks which we have assisted in constructing in the rear of our Camp will extend, when completed, a quarter of a mile.  If our Troops are defeated in any part of the Valley, they can fall back to this point with safety.  The place where we are encamped is called Bolivar.  But we call it all Harper's Ferry, although the Ferry itself & the Village proper lies some two miles East of us.  The two places are so connected that a stranger could scarcely notice the difference.  Bolivar is considered healthy & I can see no reason why it should not be so, as it is situated on high ground.  But we have an unusual amount of sickness in the Regiment during our stay here.  The Doctors I understand have not succeeded in detecting the cause.  My own opinion is that the Limestone Water has as much to do with it as anything.  Most of the Regiment are accustomed to use Cistern Water & they don't seem to get used to this.  We have just met with a great loss.  Our Colonel (Monroe) is dead.  His disease was one that is very prevalent in the Army at this time, the Congestive Fever.  He was first taken when we were in Baltimore.  But he rallied & came over here some two weeks after we arrived.  He was a Noble Colonel, beloved by the whole Regiment.  We all felt that he was our mainstay in case of danger.  We have no confidence whatsoever in our Lieutenant Colonel (Aspinnall).  He is simply a Broadway Colonel, without knowledge or experience in the art of war.

"Our time of enlistment expires on the 1st of September [1862].  I suppose we shall be ordered home soon after that, unless the Government desires our services for a longer time or compels us to serve until such time as it may deem proper.  I have read your last letter with much care & notice particularly what you say about your business matters & the assistance which I may be to you in the future.  I have not enlisted for the whole war.  Three months experience as a common soldier will do for the moment.  When my time expires, I shall come home & take a rest.  If I ever go again, I should prefer going as an Officer.  I think I am as well qualified for it as some in our Regiment & that is not saying much in their favor.  I hope the people will respond willingly to the last call of the President.  If they don't, this Government will soon come to an end.  If the ranks are not soon filled by volunteers, I hope drafting will commence immediately, the sooner the better.  I get letters from A_____ & Mr. S_____ frequently [the two names were not legible].  I am glad to hear they are all well.  I wrote Marcus last week to send me a box of eatables.  I am expecting it this week.  Tell Charlie Vail to write to me often.  I always feel grateful for letters, however short.  Give my love to Mother & Marcus & all the Folks. I remain your affectionate son, D. C. Blair."

Private D. C. Blair returned to Belvidere when his enlistment expired in September 1862.  He missed being captured with other New York units when Harper's Ferry fell to General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson's Virginians.  Some of the 1880s biographies stated Blair fought the Irish rioters during the New York City Draft Riots, but the riots occurred in 1863.  Blair's law library in New York City was ransacked during the riots so one can guess that Blair might have fought the rioters as a civilian protecting his offices.  There is no record that he ever re-enlisted.

Copyright 1999-2012: Jay C. Richards    

Saturday, July 28, 2012

July 24, 1862:Isaiah N. Albertson's Letter to His Mother

On July 24, 1862, Corporal Isaiah Nelson Albertson, of Hope, was still in Camp Perrine, near Trenton, NJ, with his men of Company D, 11th NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment.  On that day, he wrote a letter to his mother.

"Dear Mother: I thought I would write to you while I am writing as I have not forgotten you nor I never shall.  I hope you are well and don't have to work to harde [sic].  Do not be uneasy about me as I am doing well enough now, but I can't say for the future.  They are raising all the men that they can get and talk about drafting, but I think that is to make [us] hurry to volunteer.  Mother, when you write tell me about things at home if it is not anything very particular.  The man that was shot here is getting some better.  The ball was taken out, it was in his left shoulder.  I suppose you have plenty of young potatoes at home.  Well we have plenty of old ones here.  The cars and steam boats are running almost all of the time past here.  The other day there went an iron clad gunboat up here toward New York.  It had on board two brass cannon that we could see.

"We have had no preaching here since I came back but we can go to town.  We was down to the Baptist Church a week ago last Sunday and we heard a good Union sermon especially for the soldiers and last Sunday night we went to the Methodist Church, a very nice one two [sic].  I am getting tired of writing.  I guess I will stop.  Yours Affectionately, Nels."

Copyright 1999-2012: Jay C. Richards 

Sunday, July 22, 2012

July 1862: Lt. J.C. Wiggins at Malvern Hill, Virginia

The Army of the Potomac left Frazier's Farm, Virginia after the June 30th battle, but the Confederate troops attacked again on July 1, 1862 at Malvern Hill, Va.  Second Lieutenant John C. Wiggins, of Belvidere, was promoted to First Lieutenant of Company F, 3rd NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment on July 1 after the battle. 

Lt. Wiggins wrote, to The Belvidere Intelligencer, "On Tuesday, they attacked us again at Malvin's Hill [sic], which has been our last fight.  Here we had another terrible engagement.  We again held the field, and the rebels dared follow us no further; we had reached the banks of the James [River], our gunboats were there, and they dared not come within their dreaded range.  The Irish Brigade at Savage Station and Malvin's Hill again covered themselves with glory, charging the enemy with the bayonet and driving him back. 

"The last few days of service have been the most severe I ever experienced.  From Thursday noon 'till the next Wednesday night, I never touched a particle of food but a few dry biscuit - no coffee, no meat or anything else; nor in all that time did I have four hours sleep."

Copyright 1997-2012: Jay C. Richards

Thursday, July 19, 2012

July 1862: Pvt. DeWitt Clinton Blair at Harper's Ferry

In April 1861, Belvidere attorney and banker DeWitt Clinton Blair, son of Belvidere Bank president and railroad owner John I. Blair, recruited a militia company shortly after the confederate troops fired artillery at Fort Sumter.  Blair paid for railroad transportation of his company from Belvidere to Trenton, and after learning that the four militia regiments had been filled, he paid to transport his recruits back to Belvidere.  Captain Blair returned to his law practice in Belvidere and New York City.

In June 1862, Blair enlisted for three months as a private in Company G of the 22nd New York National Guard Regiment, known as the "Union Grays" because of their gray militia uniforms.  The uniform consisted of a gray single-breasted frock coat cut in the French style, with red collar and cuffs, trimmed with white piping; gray trousers trimmed with a red stripe edged in white piping; a gray cap with a red band and top, edged with white piping; and yellow leather leggings.   The "Union Grays" were soon assigned to guarding the arsenal town of Harper's Ferry, Virginia.  Blair was assigned to a cannon crew, which was placed on a hill at Camp Aspinall.

On July 18, 1862,   Blair wrote to his friend Jehiel G. Shipman, a Belvidere attorney, "Mr. J.G. Shipman, My old friend, I feel under obligation to you for your kind letter of the 10th instant.  I have thought of Mrs. Shipman & yourself quite often since I left home.  I have resolved in several occasions to drop you a line, but the fact is I never have a moment which I can call my own.  The noise and confusion in Camp drives all my thoughts away.  When we left N. York, I supposed our destination was Washington, but the order was countermanded & we pitched our first camp in Baltimore.  We remained there but a short time.  The order came at midnight to arise from our slumber, take down Tents, sling knapsacks, shoulder arms, forward march.  At daylight next morning, we found ourselves in the sacred soil of Virginia.  We marched down the Shenandoah Valley until we reached Bolivar Heights, when we planted our Tent poles.  Our position never was very much opposed.  But we held the post of honor as we were the advance Guard in General [John E.] Wool's Department.

"We had very little rest here, as the long roll sounded almost every night & we had to spring to our arms at a moment's notice with the delightful expectation of meeting a body of Colonel Ashby's Cavalry, who infested this part of the Valley.  Again orders came from Wool for us to fall back near Harper's Ferry & commence throwing up earthworks.  We did not have all this work to do ourselves.  Four hundred contrabands [slaves] came in to play & we looked on for a time, which was a very satisfactory arrangement so long as it lasted.  The only trouble was they did not quite finish the job.  They are by nature just as lazy as white folks.  It was very amusing to see these fellows work.  One would take half a shovel of dirt & throw it up on the bank, then stand for some time to see it run down again.  One contraband swore he would do no more work.  The Officer gave him to understand that he would very soon remove all such foolish ideas from his head.  The Negro still refused to work.  The Officer then placed on his back four thick overcoats & a knapsack filled with brick & dirt & then made him march at a double quick for half an hour, at the end of that time, the contraband caved in, & concluded he could stand the pick & shovel better than this new mode of work.

"Our camp is on a side hill & was doing very well.  Last night, Company G, of which I am a member, received orders to strike our Tents & remove to the top of the hill & take charge of a Battery of 12 guns.  This is quite a compliment to us.  I have a 24 Pounder now upon which I hope to finish my letter.  Our Regiment has had hard work since it has been in service.  We made five new Camps in six weeks.  You have no idea what amount of labor it takes to arrange a Camp in a proper manner, the ditches that have to be dug, the police duty required day after day.  Our Battery commands all the surrounding hills for some 2-1/2 miles.  I can, with my 24 Pounder, shell out the Rebels at a still greater distance.  We commanded Bolivar Heights also.  It was here that Stonewall Jackson halted with his advance body of Cavalry some six weeks since.

"I have fallen off in flesh very much, but have gained in strength.  I am in good health & spirit & will do my duty should we be ordered into action.  This Rebellion can, must & shall be put down.  I have never yet been discouraged. We must expect to lose a few battles, but what of that?  We have won a dozen & can win a dozen more.  If necessary, we in the North ought to be able to force the Rebels into the Gulf of Mexico.  Tell your young men to lay aside their law Books & come & live on fat pork & hardbread.

"I have not the time to say to you in this letter one quarter of what I would like to say.  You must excuse haste & all mistakes.  Take the will for the deed.  If I mistake not at the signs of the times, you will hear of a battle in this Valley before long which will take you all by surprise.  If Troops are not sent to General Pope, he will be forced to fall back in this direction.  We may receive orders soon to move forward.   Everything looks like it just now.  I have had no opportunity to think of the business arrangement you have mentioned in your letter.  I will think of it.  At present, my thoughts are confined to the duties of a soldier.  Remember me to Mrs. Shipman & George.  I hope the little Daughter is well.  I received a Rail Road letter from Father a few days since, which I shall answer the first chance I get.  I must clean my 24 Pounder Gun first.  I would be pleased to hear from you at any time.  Direct all letters thus: D. C. Blair, Comp. G, 22 Regt. N.Y.N.G., Harper's Ferry, Va.  If we move on, all letters will be forwarded to the Regiment.  Yours, Blair."

Copyright 1999-2012: Jay C. Richards  

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

July 14, 1862: Isaiah Albertson's letter from 11th NJ Regiment

On June 19, 1862, 21-year old Isaiah Nelson Albertson, of Hope, enlisted in Colonel Robert McAllister's new 11th NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment. Albertson was elected Corporal of Company D on the day of his enlistment.  On July 14, Albertson wrote from Camp Perrine, in Trenton, NJ, to his brother Edward H. Albertson, who later enlisted in Company H of the 31st NJ Volunteer Infantry Regiment in September 1862. 

Albertson wrote, "Dear Brother: I thought I would write a few lines and let you know how I am coming along about this time.  Well, I am in the tent writing on a rudely constructed desk, and it is as hot as a bake oven in here, but at night it's quite pleasant, and cool in the morning.  I almost forgot to say that I am in good health in spite of sleeping on the ground as we have no straw in our tents now.  I suppose you are hard at work harvesting about now.  I hope you have plenty of help and I hope you are all well at home.  Tell Jay [brother Jay Albertson] not to work too hard harvesting and tell him to write and tell me how Turk is coming along, and how many turkeys you have now and how high the corn is and anything you wish to talk about. 

"I have just come in, had to go out to get our pay.  The paymaster came into camp today, and it is quite lively in camp this afternoon.  We only get $13 now.  That is the U.S. pay.  The state pay comes when discharged.  They say we get $25 when our Company is full - that is 25 of the bounty.  They send money home for the soldiers if they wish to have any part of it sent.  So Father may expect $13 about the time you get this letter.  All of them that are here get one month pay whether they have been here one month or a day. 

"Just one month yesterday since I enlisted.  I received my first letter from home Saturday night about nine o'clock.  I had just come off guard.  I read it in the guard house by candle light.  I was glad to have such a good letter from sister Ell [Ella Albertson].  I cannot tell how long we shall stay here, but, as we are digging a couple of wells, I should think we will stay here three or four weeks at least, maybe longer.  I almost forgot to say I got $5 in the letter, but I did not need it, but I thank them for it.  She wanted me to get a large photograph. Well, inside you will find a piece of sheet iron with a piece of my picture on it [a Daguerreotype or tintype photo].  I had it taken before I got the letter from Ell.  Probably, I will get my photograph yet.

"There is a lively time in camp now drinking root beer at the sutler's house, but they can't get outside of the guard as they have strengthened it with loaded rifles.  Ike Hendershot has gone home today.  I cannot think of all I might tell you so I must stop writing.  I would like to see you & Ell down here if you can get any time to come, but I will write and let you know in time before I leave.  George Smythe & folks sends their best respects to all of you. I remain as ever, your Brother of old, Nels."

Copyright 1999-2012: Jay C. Richards