Wm. Oland Bourne ; Left-handed Penmanship Contest Box 2, Folder 1 ; Series I (13-20) 1865 August 17 1st Series 13 Richard Miles Harrisburg, Pa. August 14th 1865 Sir I herewith transmit to you, a specimen of my penmanship and an original composition in response to your offer -- recently published in the public journals -- of a prize for the best specimen, by one who had lost his right arm in the rebellion. During the engagement at Chacellorsville I was unfortunately struck near the right shoulder with a minnie ball, which so completely shattered the arm, that exsection was my only chance for life. My wound was of such a nature that a long time necessarily elapsed before I could attempt the use of the pen. In November 1863 I undertook to overcome the awkwardness incident to forming letters with the left hand, particularly to one who had always been an emphatic right-handed man. Very Respectfully Your obt Servt Richard Miles late of Co. H. 148th Regt P. V. To Editor Soldiers Friend N.Y. (over) Address Richard Miles Box 258 Harrisburg Penn. 1 If any one truth has been permanently established by the late civil war, it is that the American people will be long regarded as among the most warlike on the face of the globe; and that the volunteer army of this country can alone be depended upon for the security of the government and the enforcement of the laws thereof: While the contest to suppress rebellion has established this fact, the result, which has proven the vast value of a volunteer army, did not depend upon that struggle alone for development. The American people had demonstrated their ability to sustain themselves as a nation in the great progress of civilization, before the war had been precipitated; When the war did come, the great mass of the people, by the alacrity with which they responded to the summons to arms and the harmony with which they yielded to the stern exactness of discipline, proved their superior intelligence as well as their exalted patriotism. 2 A nation which founds its claim to a military reputation, in the intelligence of its citizen soldiers achieves something more than martial renown: It proves its invincible power and ability for self-defense, as well as establishes its highest faculty for self-government. All these truths have been demonstrated by the results of the late civil war between the insurgents of the once slave states and the federal authorities. While thus claiming the distinguishing merit for the volunteer soldiery of the country, which has given the nation its martial reputation, it is no purpose of this composition to rob the educated soldiers of the country, the men bred to arms, of the fame and gratitude they have so fairly earned. War is a science, whose solutions require the highest intelligence, it is not merely made up of brutal onslaughts, fierce encounters and wasteful sacrifices of human life, nor is the fame of the warrior brightest which is written in human gore. The soldier who takes a city 3. and conquers a province without losing a follower, or destroying a foe, is infinitely greater than he who marches over hecatombs of slain men to grasp his victory. Education is robbing war of that brutal repulsiveness which heretofore constituted its chief feature; and it is to be hoped that the influence of civilization and religion will soon render it unnecessary to arbitrate the differences of nations at the cannon's mouth. The greatest feats of our late struggle are recognized now by the world, as having been comprised in those results which were accomplished with the least loss of life. When the bloodiest battles fought to crush rebellion are no longer referred to, Shermans wonderful march through states claimed to be impregnable will engage the attention of the educated strategist, and constitute the brightest picture in that American history which is yet to become classic. We can claim, then, as the result of the war, that the American people brings the most 4 intelligent in the world make the best soldiers; and that our educated soldiers, the men trained in schools of science to be the leaders of our armies, have given to war a glory greater than that which it ever before possessed. Richard Miles Late of Co. H. 148th Regt P. V. Box 258. Harrisburg. Pa. No 13 August 28 1865 Office of the "SOLDIER'S FRIEND," No. 12 Centre Street NEW YORK, February 7th, 1866. Richard Miles, Esq. Dear Sir: - A large number of the competitors for the premiums for Left Hand Penmanship have omitted to furnish the Committee with an attest of the genuineness of their productions, and the necessity of affording a guaranty of the good faith of the successful parties, for the satisfaction of the rest of the contributors, renders it requisite for competitors to make an affidavit of the facts before a Justice or Commissioner. You will please have this affidavit properly executed, and return it to my address IMMEDIATELY. Please state whether your arm is disabled or amputated. If disabled you must declare that you do not and cannot use your arm for writing. Yours respectfully, Wm Oland Bourne Clerk of the Committee State of Pennsylvania Centre County SS Personally appeared before me Richard Miles above named who being duly sworn, deposes and says that he enlisted in the service if the United States on the 8th day of August 1862, and was a member of Company H. 148th Regiment, Penna. Volunteers; that he was wounded in the service of the United States, on the 5th day of May 1863, at Chancellorsville, and that his right arm, in consequence of said wound, is amputated close to the shoulder. He further deposes and says that he has learned to write with his left hand since the date of said wound, and that he did not write with his left hand previous to that time, and that the specimen of writing subscribed and presented by him to the Committee of Award for the distribution of premiums to soldiers and sailors who had lost their right hand, or the use thereof, during the late war, was written by him with his left hand, and that the contents thereof are true to the best of is knowledge and belief. Sworn & subscribed before me this 3rd day of March AD 1866 Eran M Blanchard Notary Public Richard Miles No 13 1. Harrisburg, Penn, Aug 17th 1865 Sir, I here with transmit to you a specimen of my penmanship, and an original composition in response to your offer-recently published in the public journals-of a prize for the best specimen, by one who had lost his right arm in the rebellion. During the engagement in Chancellorsville I was unfortunately struck near the right shoulder with a minnie ball, which so completely shattered the arm, rhat exsection was only chance for life. My wound was of such a nature that a long time necessarily elapsed before I could attempt the use of the pen. In November 1863 I undertook to overcome the awkwardness incident to forming letters with the left hand par- ticularly to one who had always been an emphatic right-hand-man- Very Respectfully Your obft servt Richard Miles late of Co "h" 148th Regt To Penn a Vols. Editor "Soldiers Friend" New York City Address: Richard Miles, Box 258 Harrisburg, Penn a. No 13 2. If any one truth has been permanently established by the last civil war, it is, that the American people will be long regarded as among the most warlike on the face of [earth] the Globe, and that the Volunteer Army of this country can alone be depended upon for the security of the Government and the enforcement of the laws thereof;- while the contest to suppress rebellion has established this fact, the result, which has proven the vast value of a Volunteer Army, did not depend upon that struggle alone for developments. The American people had demonstrated their ability to sustain themselves as a Nation in the great process of civilization, before the war had been precipitated. When the war did come, the great mass of the people, by the alacrity with which they responded to the summons to arms and the harmony with which they yielded to the stern exactness of discipline, proved their superior intelligence as well as their exalted patriotism. A Nation which founds its claim to a military representation, on the intelligence of its citizen soldiers achieves something more than [material] martial renown. It proves its invincible power and ability for self - defence, as well as establishes it highest faculty for self-government. All these truths have been demonstrated by the results of the late civil war between the insurgents of the once slave states and the federal authorities. While thus claiming distinguishing merits for No 13 3 the Volunteer Soldiery of the country, which had given the nation its martial reputation, it is no purpose of the composition to rob the educated soldiers of the country, the men bred to arms, of the fame and gratitude they so fairly earned. War is a science who solutions require the highest intelligence; it is not merely made up of brutal onslaughts, fierce encounters, and wasteful sacrifices of human life; nor is the fame of the warior brightest which is written in human gore. The soldier who takes a city and conquers a province without losing a follower, or destroying a foe, is infinitely greater than he who marches over hecatombs of slave men to grasp his victory. Education is robbing was of the brutal repulsiveness which heretofore constituted its chief feature; and it is to be hoped that that influence of civilization and religion will soon render it unnecessary to arbitrate the differences of nations at the cannons' mouth. The greatest feats of our late struggle are recognized now by the world, as having been comprised in those results which were accomplished with the least loss of life- When the bloodiest battles fought to crush the Rebellion are no longer referred to, Sherman's wonderful march through states, claimed to be impregnable, will engage the attention of the educated Strategist and constitute the brightest picture in that American history which is yet to become classic. No 13 4 We can claim, then, as the results of the war that the American people being the most intelligent in the world, make the best soldiers; and that our educated soldiers the men trained in schools of science to be leaders of our armies, have given to war a glory greater than that which it ever before possessed. Richard Miles Late of Co."H". 148th Regt. Penna. Vols. Box 258, Harrisburg, Penna. M L W 40 = $50._ 23 Ward S.b. 60 - 50._ 1st Series August 26th 1865 14 Ezra D. Hilts series 1 1865 Nov. 12 ? 14 Ezra D. Hiltz, Battery D. 1 NY Art 7 Wounded at Wmsbg, May 5 1964 in the oppressed of other lands. The war has also taught the South a severe lesson. Let the people of the South turn from the the error of their way and swear allegiance to the government and we will extend to the the right hand of fellowship and welcome them back beneath the folds of the old Flag. But I would not pardon rebels, especially the leaders until they should first kneel in the dust of humiliation and show by their deeds that they sincerely repent. I fear our President is too lenient. Justice should be done to the perpetrators and leaders of the wicked rebellion. The tens of thousands of our brothers who were starved in Andersonvill and the other prison pens in the South cry from the ground for justice. Our work is not yet finished. We must build schoolhouses and educate the masses in the principles of eternal truth and and liberty and this will form a basis of our government as firm as the everlasting hills. We must elect loyal men to fill places of trust: our public men-our rulers must be men who will work for the good of the whole country, and the interests of the people instead of working to gratify their own selfish ambition. They must possess wis- do, honesty and decreion. Then will the Nation continues to prosper and be exalted for truly "rightiousness exhalth a nation but sin is a reproach to any people." Ezra D. Hiltz Stone Mills Jefferson county New York Nov. 12th 1865 No 14 Dec 16/65 of Pratt & Hanover streets, but which was soon after abandoned and the inmates transfered to McKims Mansion hospital. I remained here till about the last of August, when my arm being healed I was sent to Fort McHenry convalescent camp where I remained till I was discharged. My discharge dates Fort McHenry Md. Sept 26th 1862. It will be seen by the foregoing that I was in the Service a little over a year, that I saw but one battle and saw but little of the hardships of weary campaigns and long marches, and although I have met with a serious loss, yet their are thousands worse off than I am, and I have abundance of reason to be thankful that it is as well with me as it is : and that I am in the enjoyment of health and strength and that I have lived to see peace restored to our beloved country. Slavery is no more, and Providence again smiles graciously upon our fair land. Evacuation of Yorktown It was past the hour of midnight and all was still in Camp Winfield Scott, save now and then the sharp crack a rifle on the picket line would ring out on the still night air and reverberate amid the surrounding forests, followed by a volley in quick succession, and then all was still again. Suddenly footsteps and the light tinkle of a sword was heard in front of our tents, then in the deep toned voice of the Major of Artillery, low but clear and distinct came the words "Battery turn out," and as if by magic the men were out, horses were harnessed and attached to the guns and Battery D was on the move towards the picket line. Many were the conjectures as to the cause of the alarm, if there really were any, but no one, save the commanding officer knew. We had proceeded but a short distance when we halted. a light was seen in our front and we knew by the direction that it was a fire in or near Yorktown. There was a balloon as few rods to our right, in which two men made an ascent to learn if they could, what was up among the rebels, for it was evident that something unusual was taking place, which we "Yankees" were very desirous of knowing. During this time frequent explosions. The balloon descended in a short time, and we heard words "York town is evacuated." Those were magical words which caused many a brave heart to beat quick with emotions of joy. It was now growing light and we returned to our camp for breakfast. The news spread with lightning rapidity. We soon received marching orders and were informed the army would make a forced march towards Richmond. The whole army was now in commotion, and as I stood upon a place more elevated than the surrounding camps I paused involuntarily to admire and contemplate the scene around me. That scene and the feelings that came over me at the time I will not attempt to describe. I thought of the surrender of Lord Cornwallis to Gen Washington in 1781 which took place but a short distance from where I stood. I contrasted the circumstances which brought about the Revolution with those which brou- ght about this wicked rebellion. How striking the contrast! Again I gazed on the scene around me, officers were seen hurrying to and fro and all ap- peared to be in a state pd chaos and con- fusion. But in a short time regim- ent after regiement formed in line and marched off to the tune of "Yankee Doodle." We soon passed the immense fortifica- tions and I found myself in the renowned cit of Yorktown. I was not so much impressed with immensity of the fortications as with the insig- nificance pf the "city." I thought the place was greater in unnown than reality. Here and there in the rods and paths where our soldiers would be most likely to talk the rebels we had maliciously planted infernal torpedoes nicely concealed and woe to the luckless ones that stepped on them. We soon left this place behind as we marched slowly along halting occasionally till the 'shades of night gathered over us' when our halts were longer and more frequent and to make it still worse a drizzzling rain set in. We moved slowly along through mud and rain till after the hour of midnight when we received orders to halt and rest till morning. I wandered away from the rest of the company and had the good fortune to find a comparatively good place in which to lay myself away, among the ruins of an old building, where I was sheltered from the rain, and wrapping my blanket around I was soon in the land of dreams, little dreaming of what was in store for me on the morrow. Ezra D. Hilts Results of the war The results of the war through which we have just passed have been sad enough, and although it has cost rivers of blood and immense treasure and the sacrifice of half a million of brave men, yet as a whole it has resulted in the highest blessing to us as a Nation. We are one people more than ever before. The wicked spirit which sought to sever the bonds of our Union and overthrow the government, served only to cement our Union more strongly, and to strengthen the whole framework of our government. The infamous system of slavery which breeds rebels and assassins has been torn up by the roots in our land as the greatest evil in Christian civilization. and the proud spirit of a slaveholding oligarchy has we hope vanished from among us. The strength and grandeur of our govern- ment has been proved to the world, and stands out in gratifying prominence to shield us from the insolence of our foes and to afford a beacon and hope. Wm. Oland Bourne Dear Sir,- In sending you a specimen of my left-hand penmanship as a com- petitor for the premiums offered by you, I thought I would give you a brief sketch of my history while in the army. as follows. I enlisted in Watertown Jefferson County New York on the 29th day of Aug. 1861. The company of which I was a member was got up in Watertown. From here we proceeded to Elmira N.Y. and were mustered into the service of the United States on the 6th day of September. The regiment was organized soon after as the first New York light artillery and the company of which I was a member was designated "Battery D" Luther Kieffer captain, who was soon after promoted and Thomas W. Osborne being next in rank became captain. I had the honor of being promoted to the rank of corporal as soon as the company was organized which rank I maintained till I was discharged. We remained in Elmira till about the first of October being about 2 months, From here we went to Washington D.C. and went into the winter quarters at Camp Barry. We remained here till the 2nd of March 1862, when our Battery proceeded down the Potomac, by transport, to a place about 30 miles below Washington. and encamped on the Maryland side of the river near a place known as Budd's Ferry and the camp was called Camp Hooker in the honor of the General in command. At this time the opposite side of the river was occupied by the rebels, who amused themselves by throw- ing shells at our boats which would run up and down under cover of night. But their firing was of but little account as they very seldom hit any- thing. On the 9th of March the rebels left their position in great haste and this was the breaking up of the rebel blockade on the lower Potomac. We remained at Camp Hooker till the 9th of April we then went to Fortress Monroe by transport and from thence we were landed between the James and York rivers and after making sever- al moves we finally came up with the main body of McClellan's army a mile and a half or two miles form York Town. Nothing of any importance occurred til the evacuation of Yorktown which took place on the night of the third of May. On the 4th, which was Sunday McClellan's army was put in motion in pursuit of the rebels, and we were informed that we should make a forced march towards Richmond. On the 5th was fought the battle of Williamsburg. the history of which is well known. This was the first and the only battle in which I was en- gaged. We were up to the scene of conflict almost as soon as the fight commenced. There as a Battery of regu- lars ahead of us who had succeeded in getting their guns into position, but we halted just in the woods unable from the nature of the place, either to advance or to get our guns into position. But we had not long to wait. the regulars found their situation exceedingly dangerous hence left their guard and sought savety behind the neighboring trees and we were called upon to take their place which we did leaving our own guns behind. It was a hot place indeed being directly in front of Fort Magruder, also called Fort Page, and not more than 300 yards distant. I was in action but a short time perhaps 3/4 of an hour when I was wounded acci- dentally by premature discharge of cannon. I was in the act of ramming down the cartridge when, owing owing to the vent not being properly closed, the gun went off shattering my right hand and wrist very badly. It was amputated in the evening of the same day. I was not otherwise seriously injured. After re- maining several days in an old barn about a mile from the battlefield I was taken with a load of others to Baltimore and entered a hospital situated at the corner Stone Hills, Jefferson County, N.Y. August 26th, 1865 Mr. Editor. I had occasion to call at the house of a friend a few days ago, and while there my friend handed me the "Soldiers friend", at the same time pointing out the article offering a premium for the best specimen of let-hand penmanship. After reading over carefully and noticing the names of such eminent men on the committees, I at once concluded there was something in it, and that I would send you a specimen of my left-hand writing. I don't know but I may stand as good a chance to get a premium as anybody. I was a member of Battery D. first regiment New York light Artillery and had the honor of holding the rank "Corporal". I lost my right arm at the battle of Williamsburg, Va. May 5th, 1862. That is the only battle in which I was engaged. I have learned to write with my left hand since then. 14 It is perhaps proper to say that previously, I was not left-handed, nor had I ever tried to write with my left hand previous to losing my right. You will notice that I do not write back-handed as it is called, as most left- hand penmen do. I did at first however, write that way. For the literary part of my produc- tion I have selected an article from the July No of the "American Phrenological Journal", rather than to originate any thing. Very Repectfully, Ezra D. Hilts Aug. 26,1865 Our Country Songs of triumph and rejoicing are now on every loyal tongue througout the land. "Hail Columbia" will be wafted on the breeze from the great lakes of the North to the Gulf of Mexico and from the Atlantic to the Pacific. The religious sentiment of gratitude goes forth in prayer and hymn from every heart and finds expression in those sweet and sublime words-"Praise God from whom all blessings flow," to which the angelic hosts of heaven seem to respond Hallelujah, Amen and Amen. May all our rejoicings be duly sanctified and rendered acceptable to Him who hath given us the victory. As a nation we had sinned. We claimed to be what were not - a nation of "freemen" granting "equal rights" to all men, when at the same time we held nearly four millions of human beings in the bonds of slavery. The wicked, ambitious spirit which begot and sought to perpetrate slavery, begot the wicked rebellion and this as a natural result begot that other monstrous crime, assassination, which draped the boasting, give employment to the returned soldiers. provide for the disabled and the destitute, and guard and guide the stranger who seeks a home among us. There are our duties. Then each having performed his part let us give thank to Almighty God, and in a prayerful spirit bow to His will and seek happiness for ourselves by doing good to others. Ezra D. Hilts Stone Mills, Jefferson County N.Y. Aug. 26,1865 1st Series 1865, August 21 15 H C Allen To The Union Soldiers Written for The Soldiers Friends By -- formerly of the 1st Mass Vol. Cav. Comrades! now the war is over Is there nothing we can do To defend our country's honor From a blind relentless foe? "Yes there is!" is quickly answered. By every Union Soldiers brave We can vote and use our influence Our nations honor still to save. At the White House or in Congress Traitorous acts, must be put down. Proud rebellions cannot flourish With Union Patriots all around. We have suffered cold and hunger. We have marched o'er hill and plain: We have fought in many battle. Won and lost and won again. Many noble ones have fallen. Many wounded yet remain, Tell me comrades true and loyal, Have our sufferings been in vain? Must this union yet be severed And "our flag" be rent in twain? Must the "freedman still be bonded In [always] a wicked, hellish chains? Comrades, gather round the standard Sound your voices through the land: Beat the drum, and blow the bugle Firm, undaunted, Take your stand. Let [traitors] them try in vain to ruin That which we have fought to save "Our Country" yet shall thrive, and flourish. The states united, the "Union" saved. Show the rebel hordes and traitors [That]Who [dare to] now menace: - that we stand "Freedom's Banner" floating o'er us Still to [protect] keep our own free land. These lines were suggested by the vetoing of the Freedmans Bureau Bill by President Johnson and are sent as an extra contribution to the long list of left hand specimens, or rather [as] Specimens of left hand penmanship. H.C.A. Chicago. Feb'y 24th 1866 Conway, Massachusetts August 21, 1865 William Oland Bourne Esq. No 12 Centre Street, N.Y. Dear Sir, Having seen your advertisement in the "Soldiers Journal", offering a premium for the best Specimen of penmanship, by a soldier that has lost his right arm in the war, I enter the list as one of the competitors. If I had attended the writing schools, that some have, since loosing their arms, I should think I stood an even chance for the prize. I have had no practise in penmanship, except the carrying on of a limited correspondence with some of my friends, and therefore do not expect to win even the lowest prize. Should the committee consider my penmanship worthy even, of a commendation in words, my expectations will be fully realized; and I shall consider myself well recompensed, for the hour spent in penning my manuscript. I am no literary genius, and cannot write any manuscript worthy a place in the columns of the "Soldiers Friend." I can, however, comply with your request, and in my own plain way, give you the outlines of my military experience in the "slaveholders rebellion". or the was for Union, Justice and Liberty- I entered the service September 17th 1861, as Private in Co E. 1st. Mass. Vol. Calvary. Col. Robert Williams, commanding. Our regiment, was encamped at Readville, near Boston, until near the last of December. when they broke camp in the state and proceeded to Hilton Head, S.C. where they were scattered about on the different islands for the purpose of doing picket duty. Co. "E", of which I was a member, was stationed on the island of Beaufort. about ten or twelve miles from Hilton Head. up the Coosaw river. Here the company landed January 13th, 1862. and from that time until August 22nd, we had a splendid time playing soldier. "The fortunes of war are ever changing," and with us it was ever so, for after August 22nd 1862 we were seldom more than one or two weeks in the same place. September 1st, 1862. we landed at Acquia Creek, and very glad we were to find ourselves upon "terra firma" once more. We encountered a severe gale, off Hatteras, and were eight days making our passage from Beaufort, S.C. to Acquia Creek Virginia. We were encamped at Acquia Creek, on the bank of the broad rolling Potomac, just five days. We then went on board a boat and went up the Potomac to Alexandria, where we landed and took up the line of march for Edward's Ferry, on the upper Potomac, where we were ordered on picket duty to intercept the crossing of Gen. Lee's advance guard. The second night after our arrival at the place, we heard by our scouts, that the enemy were crossing in force a few miles up the river. The whole command mounted their horses and went out to dispute their progress. Our little force was to small to resist successfully the columns of the advancing rebels, and we were compelled to retreat toward Washington. We were soon reinforced and the rebels compelled to commence a retrograde movement - We fought a series of running cavalry fights, in all of which we were victorious. At South Mountain, a part of the main army of the rebels, were found, strongly fortified on the sides of the mountain. A part of our main army also joined us there: and after a severe engagement, we succeeded in dislodging them from their stronghold. and obliging them to retire before an exulting and victorious foe. The battle of Antietam soon followed, and we were again victorious. A few Cavalry fights, and a few Infantry skirmishes ended the campaign of 1862. — March.1st.1863, after a Winter of picket duty on the Rappahannock river, I was detailed as an Orderley for Gen D.B. Birney. While with that brave officer, I passed through the battles of Chancellorsville, Gettysburg and Manassas Gap: also some engagements of minor importance. Bullets and Shell came all around me, and some of them passed through my clothes; but all failed to do me bodily injury. I returned to my company and regiment, September. 1st, 1863. after an absence of six months. I had been with my company but a few days when the army received orders, for a general advance across Rappahannock river. The Cavalry, as usual leading the advance. We crossed the river at night, and encamped on the opposite side from the main army. At 3 o'clock the next morning the bugles sounded the reveille, and we were soon engaged grooming our horses; Our horses groomed we cooked ourselves the usual allowance of pork and coffee, which with our hardbread, constituted our every morning's meal. We had hardly finished our repast, ere the clear singing tones of the bugle, sounding, "boots and saddles", and "to horse", in quick succession, warned us, that a hard days march was before us. We found the enemy's picket, but a few miles from our camping place. We had but little trouble in driving them before us. During all of the first day, and until five o'clock P. M. of the second, we fought a series of running fights, driving the rebels steadily before us. About five. o'clock. P. M. we came within sight of the rebel intrenchments on the heights opposite us: the Rapidan river rolling between us and those almost impregnable fortifications. We had done our duty, in driving them to their strongholds, but our Col. Horace B. Sargent, who was in command of the advance, tried to draw them out, by exposing his men. Our Company was ordered to charge down the road and across the open field. This movement resulted in the killing of two men, one horse, and the taking away of my right arm, which was necessary, to constitute me a perfect man. I spent five weeks in the Lincoln Hospital at Washington D.C. and then returned to the home of my parents in this place, [and] since which time I have managed to maintain myself with my left hand. People often ask [me] me, if I am not sorry that I ever entered the army. I answer them truly, when I tell them no. I often think, that were such a thing possible as the restoration of my arm, I would not have it restored. I consider it an honor, and am proud of it, when I think that I gave my right arm to save the "old flag", for which so many have given their lives. I said, when I left my quiet home for the strife and turmoil of war, that I wanted to bring a mark home with me, to show that I had been where danger came near me. I have that mark, and so conspicuous, that all can see it, and I am proud of it: no man can say, that Allen, was a coward, and hid from danger. I have written recommendations from my officers: but better than those, I have an honorable scar, that speaks plainer than words, of deeds gone by — Some young men that have lost an arm or a leg in the war, seem to think that they cannot gain an honest living, but are dependent upon the charity of others. I think my living would be poor enough, did I depend upon others for it. While regarding a one legged soldier that was begging through the cars for a livelihood a few days since, I thought if he came to me for alms, I should say to him, I will only give to those that try to earn something themselves. I did not make the remarks that came into my mind, but I let him pass by without [gi] giving him anything. Now that young man could very easily learn the shoemaker's trade and earn a good support therefrom, for he had every appearance of enjoying perfect health. I made up my mind that he was an indolent fellow before he went to war. There is no young man, who has lost an arm or a leg, if his health be good, and he is in all other respects uninjured, but can earn a good support with the limbs left him, if he will only select some pursuit in life, and apply himself closely to it. I am dependent upon the strength of my left hand and the few brains I have in my head, for my living and just so long as I am blessed with good health, I shall earn it, and a good one too. The world owes no man a living except he does something to earn it. I never expect others to help me unless I try to help myself. — The above hastily penned lines are all that I shall write as my specimen of penmanship. I might have executed something a little neater perhaps, but I have penned these lines in the same style of all my letters, just as I should write were I to write a thousand pages. The list of general engagements in which I bore a part is as follows. South Mountain, Antietam, Chancellorsville, Gettysburgh and Manassas Gap. I was in a great number of Cavalry engagements which we never gave any name, and which will never be known in history, only as, skirmishes - near such and such places. I lost my arm September 14th 1863 at Rapidan Station Virginia. I was discharged from the service Nov. 8th 1863 at my own request as I did not wish to serve in the Invalid Corps. My Father's home; and my present address is at his home, in Conway, Franklin County, Massachusetts. I have the honor to be sir Yours Respectfully Henry C. Allen formerly of Co. "E" 1st Mass. Vol. Cavalry. To William Oland Bourne Esq. No. 12 Center Street. New York. No 15. 1. Conway, Massachusetts - Aug. 21st 1865. - William Oland Bourne, Esqr No 12, Center Street, New York Dear Sir, Having seen you advertisement in the "Soldier's Journal" offering a premium for the best specimen of penmanship by a soldier, that has lost his right arm in the war, I enter the list as one of the competitors. If I had attended the writing schools, that some have, since losing their arms, I should think I stood an even chance for the prize. I have had no practice in penmanship, except the carrying on of a limited correspondence with some of my friends and, therefore, do not expect to win even the lowest prize. Should the committee consider my penmanship worthy - even - of a commendation in words, my expectations will be fully realized; and I shall consider myself well recompensed for the hour spent in penning my manuscript. I am no literary genius and cannot write any manuscript, worthy a place in the column of the "Soldier Friend." I can, however, comply with your request, and in my own plain way, give you the outlines of my military experience in the "Slaveholders Rebellion," or the war for Union, Justice, and Liberty. I entered the Services September 17th, 1861, as Private in Co "E" 1st Mass. Vol. Cavalry, Colonel Robert Williams, commanding. Our regiment was encamped at No 15 2 Readville, near Boston, until near the last December, when they broke camp in the state and proceeded to Hilton Head, S.C. where they where scattered about on the different islands for the purpose of doing picket duty. Co "E" of which I was a member was stationed on the island of Beaufort, about 10 or 12 miles from Hilton Head up the Coosaw river. Here the company landed January 15th, 1862 and from that time until August 22nd, we had a splendid time, "playing soldier." The fortunes of war are ever changing and with us it was ever so, for after August 22d, 1862, we were seldom more than one or two weeks in the same place. September 1st 1862 we landed at Aqua Creek and very glad we were to find ourselves upon "terra firma" once more. We encountered a severe gale off Hatteras and were days making our passage from Beaufort S.C. to Aqua Creek, Va. We were encamped at Aqua Creek, on the bank of the broad rolling Potomac just 5 days. We then went on board a boat and went up the Potomac to Alexandria, where we landed and took up the line of march for Edward's Ferry on the upper Potomac, where we were ordered on picket duty to intercept the crossing of Gen. Lee's advance guard. The second night after our arrival at that place we heard by our scouts, that the enemy was crossing in force a few miles up the river. The whole command mounted their horses and went out to dispute their [passage] progress Our little force was too small to resist the columns of the advancing rebels, and we were compelled to retreat towards Washington. We were soon reinforced and the rebels compelled to commence No 15 3. to a retrograde movement. We fought a series of running cavalry fights in all of which we were victorious. At South Mountain, a part of the main army of the Rebels, were found strongly fortified on the sides of the mountain. A part of [the] our main army also joined us here; and after a severe engagement we succeeded in dislodging them from their stronghold, and obliging them to retire before an exulting and victorious foe. The battle of Antietam soon followed, and we were again victorious. A few Cavalry fights and a few Infantry skirmishes ended the campaigns of 1862. March the 1st 1863, after a winter of picket duty, I was detailed as an Orderly for Genl. D.B. Birney. While with that brave Officer I passed through the battles of Chancellorsville, Gettysburg and Manassas Gap; also some engagements of minor importance. Bullets and shells came all around me, and some of them passed through my clothes; but all failed to do me bodily injury. I returned to my company and regiment, Sept. 14th 1863 after an absence of six months. I had been with my company for a few days when the army received orders for a general advance across the Rappahannock river. The cavalry as usual leading the advance. We crossed the river at night and encamped on the opposite side from the main army. At 3 o'clock the next morning the bugles sounded the reveille, and we were soon engaged grooming our horses; our horses groomed, we cooked ourselves the usual allowance of pork and coffee, which with our hardbread, constituted our every morning's meal. We had hardly finished our repast, ere the clear ringing tones of the bougle No 15 4 sounding "boots and saddles," and to "horse" in quick succession warned us that a hard [dg] day's march was before us. We found the enemy's pickets; but a few miles from our camping place. We had but little trouble to drive them before us. During all of the first day, and until five o'clock P.M. of the second, we fought a series of running fights, driving the rebels steadily before us. About 5 o'clock P.M. we came within sight of the rebel intrenchments on the heights opposite us, the Rapidan river flowing between us and those almost impregnable fortifications. We had done our duty in driving them to their strongholds; but our Col. Horace B. Sargent, who was in command of the advance, tried to draw them out, by exposing his men. Our company was ordered to charge down the road and across the open field. This movement resulted in the killing of two men, one horse, and the taking away of my right arm, which was necessary, to constitute me a perfect man. I spent 5 weeks in the Lincoln Hospital at Washington D.C. and then returned to the home of my parents in this place, since which time I have managed to maintain myself with my left hand. People often ask me, if I am not sorry, that I ever entered the army, I answer them truly, when I tell them, no. I often think that were such a thing possible, as the restoration of my arm, I would not have it restored. I consider it an honor and am proud of it, when I think that I gave my right arm to save the "old flag" for which so many had given their lives. I said, when I left my quiet home, for the strife and turmoil of war, that I wanted to bring No 15. 5. a mark home with me, to show that I had been were danger came near me. I have that mark, and so conspicuous, that all can see it. I am proud of it. No man can say, that Allen was a coward and hid from danger. I have written recommendations from my Officers; but better than those I have an honorable [discharge] scar, that speaks plainer than words of deeds gone by. Some young men that have lost an arm or a leg in the war, seem to think that they cannot gain an honest living but are dependent upon the charity of others. I think my living would be poor enough, did I depend upon others for it. While regarding a one legged soldier that was begging through the cars for a livelihood a few days since, I thought if he came to me for alms, I should say to him "I will give only to those that try to earn something themselves. I did not make the remark that came into my mind; but I let him pass by without giving him anything. Now that young man could very easily learn the shoemaker's trade and earn a good support therefrom, for he had every appearance of enjoying perfect health. I made up my mind that he was an indolent fellow before he went to war. There is no young man who has lost an arm or a leg, if his health be good, and he is in all other respects, uninjured, but can earn a good support with the limbs left him, if he will only select some pursuit in life and apply himself closely to it. I am dependent upon the strength of my left hand and the few brains I have in my head for my living, and just as long as I am blessed No 15 6 with good health, I shall earn it, and a good one too. The world owes no man a living except he does something to earn it. I never expect others to help me unless I try to help myself. The above hastily penned lines are all that I shall write as my specimen of penmanship. I might have executed something a little neater perhaps, but I have penned these lines in the same style of all my letters, just as if I should write were I to write a thousand pages. The list of general engagements in which I bore a part, is as follows: South Mountain, Antietam, Chancellorsville, Gettysburgh and Mannassas Gap. I was in a great number of Cavalry engagement s which we never gave any name, and which will never be known in history, only as skirmishes near such, and such places. I lost my arm Sept. 14th 1863 at Rapidan Station, Va. I was discharged from the U.S. service Nov. 8th 1863, at my own request as I did not wish to serve in the Invalid Corps. My father's home, and my present address is at his home in Conway, Franklin County, Massachusetts. - I have the honor to be, Sir, Yours Respectfully Henry C. Allen, formerly of Co "E," 1st Mass. Vol. Cavalry. To William Oland Bourne, Esqr. No 12, Center Street, New York. Office of LEONARD BRO'S., & CO., Importers & Manufacturers of Sewing Silks & Machine Twist, 299 BROADWAY, NEW YORK (Factory at Paterson, N.J.,) BRANCH 90 LAKE ST., Chicago, March 9th, 1866 Wm. Oland Bourne Esq. Dear Sir. The affidavit enclosed was received by me this P.M. I return it properly signed, and sealed by a Notary Public of Chicago. Your omitting my number and street, makes a day or two difference in my receiving communications always and sometimes two weeks. In haste I remain Yours Obediently Henry C. Allen 90 Lake St. Chicago To Wm. Oland Bourne Esq. New York City. Office of the "SOLDIER'S FRIEND," No. 12 Centre Street, NEW YORK, February 7th, 1866. Henry C Allen Esq. DEAR SIR: - A large number of the competitors for the premiums for LEFT HAND Penmanship having omitted to furnish the Committee with an attest of the genuineness of their productions, and the necessity of affording a guaranty of the good faith of the successful parties, for the satisfaction of the rest of the contributors, renders it requisite for competitors to make an affidavit of the facts before a Justice or Commissioner. You will please have this affidavit properly executed, and return it to my address IMMEDIATELY. Please state whether your arm is disabled or amputated. If disabled you must declare that you do not and cannot use your arm for writing. Yours respectfully, Wm Oland Bourne Clerk of the Committee State of Illinois Cook County City of Chicago } SS Personally appeared before me, Henry C. Allen who being duly sworn, deposes and says that he enlisted in the service of the United States on the Seventeenth day of September 1861 and was a member of Company "E" First Massachusetts Volunteer Cavalry Regiment that he was wounded in the service of the United States, on the Fourteenth day of November 1863, at Rapidan Station Va. and that his right arm, in consequence of said wound was Amputated. He further deposes and says that he has learned to write with his left hand since the date of said wound, and that he did not write with his left hand previous to that time, and that the specimen of writing subscribed and presented by him to the Committee of Award for the distribution of premiums to soldiers and sailors who had lost their right hand, or the use thereof, during the late war, was written by him with his left hand, and that the contents thereof are true to the best of his knowledge and belief. Subscribed and Sworn to before me this Ninth Day of March A.D. 1866. Henry E. Lowe Notary Public Henry C. Allen Keokuk. Iowa. April 2nd 1866 Wm. Oland Bourne Esq. Dear Sir: Your favor of the 11th of March was received yesterday, it having been forwarded to me from Chicago. In reply I would say. My business is such (being employed as a Travelling Salesman, a greater part of the Time.) that I am in Chicago only a small portion of the time; consequently I am unacquainted with any one armed men, with the exceptions of Mr. Wm. Frizzell, who is all ready employed as a Mail Carrier in the P.O. Dept. I will upon my return to Chicago make some inquiries and if successfull, will write and inform you as to the result of my inquiries; for I think that "The Soldiers Friend" is well worthy a liberal patronage by the people, especially the soldiers, of the West. Your favor of sometime ago was received with thanks for the contents (a $20 check.) I am Very Truly Yours H.C. Allen 90 Lake St Chicago, Ills To Wm Oland Bourne, Esq. No 12 Center Street New York Series I 16 Boston Aug 22d 1865 To the Gentlemen Composing the Comt On "left handed penmanship" Gentlemen: I have been induced by request that I may be considered a competitor for one of the prizes to be awarded for the best specimens of left handed penmanship by Soldiers who have been injured during the war. Preventing them from writing with their right hand. I am in doubt as to whether it is intended that Ex Officers as well as enlisted men shall be allowed to compete or not; if not I still desire that this specimen may be received as I feel that it will assist in proving that perseverance crushes all obsticles and I assure you that the most difficult job I ever attempted was to learn to write comparatively well with my left hand, and my partial success but helps prove the familiar saying "patience and perseverance accomplish all things." I hope the military history of myself will not be considered out of place here and as I do not think of a better subject, will give you a brief outline of it. I entered the Army November 5th 1861 in Company "H" Twenty Ninth Mass Vols as an enlisted man, was promoted to 1st Sergt at battle of Malvern Hill, to Second Lieut November 1862, to 1st Lieut October 1863, to Capt Jun 7th 1864: on the first day of June 64 at battle of Coal Harbor I was shot in the right forearm shattering the "Ulna" bone badly cutting the Cords and partially paralyzing the first two fingers and thumb. The operation of resection was performed, taking out three inches of bone. I have not been able to use it for any purpose whatever since being wounded, the Space left by the resection had never filled up, and the arm is worthless except for ornament. Should this be worthy of consideration You can satisfy yourself regarding my status by addressing John C. Abbott Esq, President of the Shoe and Leather Dealers Ins Co, R.M. Stimson Esq Secty of Co, Francis Childs Esq Firm of Childs Crosby & Lane or A. H. Heath Esq Firm of R.Y. Pippey & Co, all of Boston. I am Gentlemen Respectfully Your Obdt Servt George H Long #29 North Market St No 16 August 29 1865 Series I 17 Sandusky August 26th 1865 Sir: - Having seen your generous inducement offering a premium to the best writer with the left hand among those of the Union Soldiers who have lost their right in defense of their country and who have since learned to write with the left, and happening to be one of them I have concluded that I cannot improve my spare moments more profitably than to try and obtain one of the prizes. I was a private in Company "A" 23d O.V.I. I enlisted in Cleveland, Ohio, in April 1861 in a Company under command of James McIlrath. After organization we were ordered to Camp Taylor, situated in Cleveland. We remained there about six weeks, after which time we were ordered to Columbus, O. On arriving at Columbus, we marched to a camp on mile from the city, called Camp Jackson, where we remained two days. We were next ordered to Camp Chase about 4 miles from Columbus. We remained there about two months. It was there that my Regiment, the 23d Ohio Infantry was organized. The Company to which I belonged was assigned the right of the regiment. - 2 After organization we received our uniform equipments etc. - From Camp Chase we were ordered into Western Virginia. We stopped first at a place called Clarksburg, on the B. & O. R. R. We were there about 12 hours when orders came for us to move. Hastily gathering our traps together we were soon on the road. We were on the go, backwards and forwards from the 1st of August 1861, till about the middle of September without meeting without meeting with any opposition, but on the 10th of September, we came upon General Floyd's Forces, at Carnifax Ferry. We fought them until dark, and expected to go at it again on the following day, but under cover of night Gen Floyd absconded with his forces across the Gauley River and destroyed the Ferry after him. It was two weeks before we had the bridge fixed so that we could cross. We then followed him to Sewell Mountain where we remained 4 days, and then fell back without bringing on an engagement, although he (Floyd) had a superior force to General Rosecrans. We fell back as far as Gauley Bridge where we remained about 2 months when another advance was ordered to the opposite side of New River, but it did not amount to much, for Floyd's forces retreated before us. We did 3 not go far for the roads were getting almost impassible and it was getting late in the fall, so we were ordered to stop at Fayetteville. We remained there all winter, having a very good time. Spring soon came, and then was the time for work. We were again ordered to move, and this time we marched more to the Southward, passing over Flat Top Mountain and then through the town of Princeton. This town we found in flames having been set on fire by guerrilas, but they were gone. After remaining there two days we made another advance toward Giles, W.V. We entered that place without any opposition, capturing several officers and about 20 privates. We remained there two days, when were attacked by a superior force and driven back. We then fell back to Flat Top Mountain, where we remained in Camp a long time, but at last orders came for us to move, and this time it was to leave that part of the Country. We were bound for Eastern Virginia. We arrived at Washington in August 1862, and very glad were we to get a sight of civilization once more. We stayed around Washington and Vicinity until Lee made an advance into Maryland, then we were ordered to move. We followed him until 4 we got to South Mountain which was on the 14th of September.- We fought him all that day and whipped him handsomely. Next came the battle of Antietam the fame of which has passed into history. It was there I lost my right arm. After being wounded I was banged around for a week or two, until I arrived at Newark, N.J. I was there almost one month before my arm was amputated. I had the best of care while there from the nurses and Surgeons but the Ladies I shall never forget. I give them a great share of the praise for my being alive this day. It was there I received my discharge. I came home and made up my mind I would learn to write. The evidence of my success or failure you have before you. The battles I was engaged in were Carnifax Ferry, South Mountain and Antietam. Yours Truly William A. Till To. William Oland Bourne Editor Soldiers Friend No 12 Center St. New York. No 17 August 31, 1865 OFFICE Sandusky, Mansfield & Newark Rail Road Co. Sandusky November 13th 1865 Wm Oland Bourne, Esq. Editor Soldiers Friend No 12 Center St. N.Y. Dear Sir: I am in receipt of three copies of your very interesting and useful paper the "Soldiers Friend" and it is well deserving of the name you have given it. I have also received two circulars from you, and on the back of one of them, you asked for one of my Photographs. I am sorry to say that I have not any at present, but I shall have some taken, and then I shall be happy to send you one. Enclosed you will find $5 for which please send your paper to the following: Chas Moses, Sandusky Chas T. Scobey, Sandusky W. A. Purdin, Sandusky Adam Sprow, Sandusky Frank Till, Sandusky John Farewell, Sandusky William Wilson, Sandusky A. C. Van Tine, Sandusky John Mayers, Sandusky Wm A. Till, Sandusky I shall try and see what more I can do for you in the line of getting subscribers. Yours Respectfully William A. Till 1865 August 28 1st series 18 John Bryson Co A, 30 NY Vols Washington Aug 28th 1865 Mr William O Bourne Editor of the "Soldier's Friend" Sir: I have hesitated somewhat in sending this to you, feeling confident that there are others who have made greater proficiency with the left hand than I have; still, deeming myself entitled to some little credit, I have ventured to submit this to your notice. I am a native of Scotland, and emigrated to this country at the age of eighteen. I was not long in learning to appreciate the blessings of your free Institutions, and for the perpetuity of which I was willing to risk my life. So when armed traitors arose with intent to destroy them, I was among the first to go forth to do battle, in defence of our country's cause. I enlisted in Lansingburgh New York, in April 24th 1861. And served as a private in Co A 30th NY Vols up to August 1862, when I was wounded at the second battle of Bull Run. I received two wounds. One in left foot, the other in the right hand and wrist being struck by a musket ball, shattering the bones so badly that amputation was necessary. Up to this time I was never absent from my regiment a day, being with it on all its marches and participating in the following engagements Falmouth Va. Massaponax Va. Rappahannock Va. White Sulphur Springs Va. Gainsville Va. Groveton Va. and the second Bull Run. After being wounded I remained in Eckington Hospital a little over two months, when I was discharged from the service, and returned home to the bosom of my anxious family. I was very kindly treated by the Union men of the village, and was elected tax collector, which office I held untill the spring of 1864 when I resigned to accept an appointment in the colored Bureau. War Department Washington D.C. Having seen that you prefer "Brief essays on patriotic themes and especially narratives of the writers experience in the service of the country" I thought perhaps that a few "Leaves from my Journal" would not prove uninteresting, should you deem them worthy of publication. I have selected a few sketches of scenes thru which I passed during Gen. Pope's campaign in Virginia, commencing with a description of the field a few days after the battle of Cedar Mountain. August 13th 1862. being anxious to visit the battleground I eluded the Pickets and soon arrived near the foot of Cedar Mountain. Here everything bore evidence of the recent conflict. Fields of corn were trampled under foot and torn up with artillery. Broken accoutrements were everywhere strewed around. Dead horses lay unburied all over the field. Here and there a little red mound showed where some soldier was sleeping his last sleep. A little further on between two woods - here is where the conflict has raged the feircest. Here the 28th N.Y. Vols. charged under a murderous fire upon the rebel lines every tree and fence around were marked with bullet holes. Caps and jackets clotted with blood lay scattered all around. The long line of newly covered trenches were sad monuments of the bravery of those who slept beneath. But quietly they rested there beneath the forest boughs. No alarm will wake them from their slumbers. The drums may beat again to action, but they will heed not their call, for their warfare is over. Passing over to where the rebel lines had been formed a revolting sight met my view. Here the dead were only partly buried. Feet and hands protruded from their shallow graves. They had died to promote the agrandizment of traitors and this was their reward not allowed enough of earth to cover their [their] ghastly forms, but left exposed a prey to the hungry vultures. I turned away full of sadness from the scene, with a silent but fervent prayer, that the cruel strife would cease in our land I desired to visit no more battlefields. In a few days after this our division advanced a few miles when we encamped along the base of the Mountain. In company with a friend I ascended to its summit. The day was clear and beautiful. The soft sunlight lay like a flood of gold in the plain beneath us. Far away beyond, we could faintly trace the windings of the Rapidan. The Blue Ridge in the distance lit up with the golden sunbeams looked grand and sublime, as it towered up against the sky. The white tents of our army dotted all the plain around, for From Cedar Mountain to the Rapidan As far's the eagle eye could scan The Federal Army lay. The brave Milvoy in the van, Was guarding where the river ran And kept the foe at bay; And all along the rugged shore Was heard the deafning cannon's roar. And clouds of smoke arose. As volley after volley poured Destruction, o'er that narrow ford. Among our venturous foes. My friend and I lingered entrancced upon the mountain top untill the evening shaddows began to gather around us. When we came down, and reached our camp we found it all in commotion. Orders had been received "to pack up." We struck tents, packed everything up, when we fell into line. Stacked arms and was told "to lie down as quietly as possible." We could not devine what was up but a dark foreboding of evil settled down upon us. We feared that all was not well, so we lay down in sadness; but we did not have long to rest, for soon the word was quietly passed along the line to "Fall in." When this was done we marched silently towards the road. We could hear the dull rumbling sound of the wagon train as it came around the mountain, we knew then that the "Army of Virginia" was in retreat. On reaching the road we were ordered to halt until all the train had passed. The night air was extremely chilly, and how long the hours did seem, as we stood waiting for the train to pass. The last of which did not come along until the beams of the morning had broken upon the hills. When the train had passed, Gen. Segils' Corps came along winding in long glittering lines around the mountain. It passed us and then formed in line of battle. Our division then began to move, it was then about nine o'clock A.M. We passed thro' Culpepper and took the road to Rappahannock Station. Our progress was slow, and when night came on, we had not come yet in sight of the River. About twelve o'clock the column halted for the night when we prepared to bivouac. Next morning early the column began move again and it was not long before we came in sight of the Rappahannock. On crossing the bridge, we found the bank lined with batteries, as if they expected an attack. My regiment the 30th N.Y. Vol. was the last to cross the river with the exception of the cavelry. After crossing the river we filed along its banks and prepared to pitch our tents. We had no sooner got them up when a rebel battery opened on us [from] [us] from the other side of the river, down went our tents again, when we formed line, and moved off in the direction of the firing. We were drawn up ready for action, but out of range of the enemy's shells. Thus we stood untill dark when we changed our position and then lay down to try and snatch a few hours repose. Next morning at two o'clock we were up again and ready for action. About daylight we marched down close to the river. We had no sooner got there, when a rebel battery opened fire upon us, but was as quickly answered to by one of our own which was stationed on the hill behind us. Thus we were left directly under both fires. We were ordered to lie down, and as the shells flew over, and around us, we felt rather uncomfortable in our position; but fortunately none of our boys got hit. The enemy attempted to cross under the cover of his guns, but our sharpshooters gave him such a warm reception that he concluded to give up the undertaking for the time being; but in the evening while we were greatly refreshing ourselves with a "hardtack" and coffee, brisk firing was heard in the direction of the river. One of Gen. Hatch's aids came dashing up bareheaded and looking more terrified then was consistent with his rank. The "long roll" was beat when we formed line and started off on a "double quick." We were drawn up in line of battle in an open field where we awaited the appearance of the "chivalry" but they failed to come, however for precaution we lay on our arms all night. Early in the morning the rebels were kind enough to send us a few "grape" for breakfast, while we returned the compliment double fold, but they did not seem to relish such lavishness on our part so they soon failed to reciprocate the favor which I think was mutually agreeable. At least I am sure it was to us as we were begining to get tired of such kind of warfare. There but four days and nights we had, had but little rest at first the excitement had kept us up, but now our spirits began to give way to despondency. So far we had been successful in preventing the enemy from crossing at this point, but we knew, that we had not [have] force enough to guard the whole line of the river, and by the movements of the enemy it was evident that he was passing up along the river towards our right so as to get in our rear. On the afternoon of the 24th of August, we fell back to Warrenton. A heavy rain had fallen rendering the roads almost impassable. Still we toiled along cheerful though wearily. On nearing Warrenton, and just after wading thru' a muddy stream, an order came for "30th" to turn back about a mile to guard a house where Gen Pope had taken up his Head Quarters. Though very much fatigued and hungry, we did not murmur, but recrossed the stream and plodded our weary way up the hill, but on reaching the General's Head Quarters, an Aid came up and politely informed us that our services was not required, and that we could turn back again. This was more than human nature could stand, and many of the "boys" swore that they would not go a step further, but a few words of cheer from our brave Colonel soon brought the most refractory ones into submission. From Warrenton we went to Sulphur Springs, where we staid untill the morning of the 27th when we fell back again, and took the road for Gainsville. On the afternoon of the 28th of August, the enemy was descovered to be in our front, so we formed in line of battle - batteries were placed in position, expecting that the rebels would attack us as we only had one devision (King's) on the ground but after waiting some time it seemed evident that he declined to attack us, so our brigade was ordered to advance to try and find out the enemy's position. We then crossed over the old Centerville turnpike, when one of our batteries unlimbered and commenced shelling the woods to our left, but not a rebel was to be seen. We limbered up again returned to the road, and while advancing farther down all at once, a rebel battery opened a terrific fire up on us. The infantry was ordered to lie down, while one of our batteries got in position to reply, which soon was accomplished, and the rebel battery silenced, and it was well for us that it was, as the enemy had gotten the exact range of us. The shells were bursting right in front of us, tearing up the ground and covering us with dust. A young man belonging to my company, and who lay beside me, and half of his head carried way, killing him instantly. When the artillery had ceased, a heavy musketry fire commenced on our left. Gibbon's brigade composed of the brave Wisconsin, and Indiana boys had engaged the enemy. Sometimes the firing would slacken a little as if both sides were losing heart, and then again a wild shout would rend the air, when the firing louder and more fierce then ever would burst from their thinned ranks. Thus the battle raged until after dusk, both sides seeming unwilling to give up the contest. At length the 30th was ordered from the 'right' to support the 'left' as we marched up the road, the scene was awful, tho' grand - the shouts of the combatants - the rattle of musketry, and to render it more terrific, a caisson was blown up lighting up the darkness with a lurid glare while the earth seemed to tremble beneath the shock. On reaching Gibbons' line, the 30th went in cheering with all its might, while the enemy, I presume, thinking that reinforcements had arrived withdrew from the field. Gibbons' brigade then fell back to the turnpike leaving our regiment to hold the line, and never will I forget that awful night. There we had to stand among the dead and dying, while the groans and shrieks of the wounded were heartrending to hear. We held the field until twelve o'clock that night when for some reason or other we were ordered to fall back to Manassas Junction which place we reached about daylight in the morning. Having had no rest all night and after marching and fighting all the day before, we felt weary and depressed in spirits; but after being refreshed with a cup of coffee, and Gen Porters corps coming up we felt somewhat revived, so that when the order came for us to advance again, we obeyed it with alacrity. We now came to the battle of Groveton. On the afternoon of the 29th of August, our forces came up with the enemy again driving him considerable ways. Our devision was kept in reserve untill nearly dark when we ordered to advance. Gen. McDowell rode up to us and [address thus] said "Boys the enemy is retreating follow him up, and when you find him pitch in to him." Encouraged by these words, we advanced at brisk pace up the road; but we had not gone far when all at once, a rebel battery, opened on with grape and cannister, seeping the road in a fearful manner. We were then ordered to file by the left flank into an open field where we tried to form in line of battle, but seemingly from all sides, the rebels poured into us a most deadly fire. The attack was so sudden and unexpected, that before we could form line we were thrown into confusion, and began to retreat back in considerable disorder, as it was getting so dark that we could hardly distinguish friend from foe. The rebels elated with success advanced. Yelling like demons, pouring volley after volley into our broken ranks. It was a fearful night, the men were scattered here and there, not knowing in the darkness, where to go and all was uncertainty as to who, and how many of our comrades had fallen in the fight. Next morning we commenced picking up the fragments of our brigade. All forenoon they kept coming in, but alas there were, many who would join us no more who lay cold and silent on the other side of the stream. and then again there were many who did come back after all the fighting was over - skulkers who had hid away and deserted their flag in the hour of danger. Our brigade was so badly cut up that we did not expect to be put into the fight again that day but in the afternoon the "Old Iron Brigade" had to go at it again. We crossed the same stream we did the night before, and advanced behind the skirmishers soon - bang-bang - went the sharpshooter's rifle indicating that the enemy was "still there." slowly and silently we advance until we reach the edge of a wood facing the bank of the new railroad behind which the rebels were intrenched. As soon as they discovered us, they welcomed us with a withering volley, causing many of our number to bite the dust. still we heeded it not but with a shout of defiance we charged up upon their lines, when we commenced firing, but as the rebels were concealed partly by the embankment of the railroad they did not of course suffer as much as we did, standing as we were on the brow of the hill, fully exposed to a galling fire, from both infantry, and Artillery. Half of our number had already fallen including our brave Col. Frisbie, who refused to leave the field the badly wounded until the second ball entered his brain letting out that heroic soul which had borne him so nobly thru' the fearful strife. I received two severe wounds, one in the foot, the other in the right hand, and though my wounds were bleeding profusely I managed to leave the field unaided, but I will not weary you with an account of my sufferings. In closing allow me to say, that although I have suffered much I murmured not amid it all, nor did I ever regret that I had followed that dear old flag amid its perilous course, during the late rebellion. John Bryson Formerly of Co. "A" 30th N.Y. Vols. Present address War Department Washington, C.C. (in care of Col C.W. Foster) No 18 August 31 1865 No 18.- 1. Washington, Aug. 28th 1865 Mr William O. Bourne, Editor of the "Soldier's Friend." Sir: I have hesitated somewhat in sending this to you, feeling confident that there are others who have made greater proficiency with the left hand, than I have; still, deeming myself entitled to some little credit, I have ventured to submit this to your notice. I am a native of Scotland, and emigrated to this country at the age of eighteen. I was not long in learning to appreciate the blessings of your free institutions, and for the perpetuity of which I was willing to risk my life; so when armed traitors arose with the intent to destroy them I was among the first to go forth to do battle, in defence of our Country's sake. I enlisted in Lansingburgh, State of New York, in April 24th, 1861, and served as a private in Co "A", 30th Regt. N. Y. Vols up to August 1862, when I was wounded at the second battle of Bull Run. I received two wounds; one in the left; the other in the right hand and wrist, being struck by a musket ball, shattering the bones so badly that amputation was necessary. Up to this time I was never absent from my regiment a day, being with it on all its marches and participating in the following engagements: Falmouth, Va.; Massaponax, Va., Rappahannock, Va.; No 18.- 2. White Sulphur Springs, Va.; Gainsville, Va.; Groveton, Va.; and the Second Bull Run. After being wounded I remained in Eckington Hospital a little over 2 months, when I was discharged from the service, and returned home to the bosom of my anxious family. I was very kindly treated b the Union men of the village, and was elected tax collector, which office I held until the spring of 1864, when I resigned to accept an appointment in the Colored Bureau, War Department, Washington D.C. Having seen that you prefer "brief essays" on patriotic themes and especially narratives of the writers experience in the service of the Country, I thought that perhaps a few leaves from my journal would prove uninteresting. I have selected a few sketches of scenes thro' which I passed during General Pope's campaign in Virginia, commencing with a description of the field a few days after the battle of Cedar Mountain. - August 13th, 1862. Being anxious to visit the battle ground I chided the pickets and soon arrived near the foot of Cedar Mountain. Here everything bore evidence of the recent conflict. Fields of corn were trampled under foot and torn up by Artillery. Broken accoutrements were everywhere strewn around. Dead hores lay unburied all over the field. Here and there a little, red mount showed where some soldier was sleeping his last sleep. No. 18.- 3. A little further on between two woods - here it was where the conflict had raged, where the fiercest hero the 28th N. Y. Vols charged under a murderous fire upon the rebel lines. Every tree and fence around were marked with bullet holes. Caps and jackets clotted with blood lay scattered all around. The whole line of newly covered trenches were sad monuments of bravery of those who slept beneath. But quietly they rested there beneath the forest boughs. No alarm now will wake them from their slumbers. The drums may beat again to action, but they will not heed their call, for their warfare is over. Passing over to where the rebel lines had been formed, a revolting sight met my view. Here the dead were only partly buried. Feet and hands protruted from their shallow graves. They had died to promote the agrandizement of traitors and this was their reward. Not allowed enough of earth to cover their gastly forms, but left exposed a prey to the hungry vultures. I turned away full of sadness from this scene, with a (2) fervent but (1) silent prayer, that the cruel strife would cease in our land, I desired to visit no more battle fields. In a few days after this, our Division advanced a few miles above when we encamped along the base of the mountain. In company with a friend I ascended to its summit. The day was clear and beautiful. The soft sun light lay like a flood of gold in the plain beneath us. No 18.- 4. Far away beyond we could faintly trace the windings of the Rapidan. The Blue Ridge in the distance like lit up with the golden sun beams looked grand and sublime, as it towered up the sky. The white tents of our army dotted all the plain around, for "From Cedar Mountain to the Rapidan, As far's the eagle eye could scan, The federal Army lay. The brave Milroy in the van, Was guarding where the river ran, And kept the foe at bay; And all along the rugged shore, Was heard the deaf'ning cannon's roar, And clouds of smoke arose, As volley after volley poured Destruction, o'er that narrow ford, Among our venturous foes.- My friend and I lingered entranced upon the mountain top until the evening shadows began to gather around us. When we came down, and reached our camp we found it all in commotion. Orders had been received to pack up. "We struck tents, packed everything up, when we fell into line." Staked our arms and were told" to lie down as quietly as possible. We could not divine what was up, but a dark foreboding of evil settled down upon us. We feared, that all was not well, so we lay down in sadnefs; but No 18.- 5. we did not have long to rest, for soon the word was quietly passed to "fall in." - When this was done we marched silently towards the road. We could hear the dull rumbling sound of the wagon train, as it came around the mountain; we knew then that the "Army of Virginia" was in retreat. On reaching the road we were ordered to halt, until all the train had passed.- The night air was extremely chilly, and oh! how long the hours did seem, as we stood waiting for the train to pass; the last of which did not come until the beams of the morning had broken upon the hills. When the train had passed, General Siegel's Corps came along, winding in long glittering lines around the mountain. It passed us, and then formed in line of battle. Our Division then began to move, it was then about 9 o'clock A. M. - We passed thro' Culpepper and took the road to Rappahannock Station. Our progress was slow, and when night came one, we had not yet ^2 come ^1 in sight of the river. About 12 o'clock, the column halted for the night when we prepared to bivouac.- Next morning early the column began to move again and it was not long when we came in sight of the Rappahannock. On crossing the river we found the bank lined with batteries, as if they expected an attack. My Regiment, the 30th N. Y. Vols was the last to cross the river with the exception of the cavalry. After crossing the river we filed along its banks and No 18.- 6 prepared to pitch our tents. We had no sooner got them up, when a rebel battery opened on us from the other side of the river; down went our tents again, when we formed line, and moved off in the direction of the firing. We were drawn up ready for action, but out of the enemy's shells. Thus we stood until dark, when we changed our position and then laid down to try and snatch a few hours of repose.- Next morning at 2 o'clock we were up again and ready for action. About daylight we marched down close to the river. We had no sooner got there, when a rebel battery opened fire upon us, but was as quickly answered to by one of our own which was stationed on the hill behind us. Thus we were left directly under both fires. We were ordered to lie down, and as the shells over and around us, we felt rather uncomfortable in our position; but fortunately none of our boys got hit. The enemy attempted to cross under the cover of his guns, but our sharpshooters gave him such a warm reception, that he concluded to give up the undertaking for the time being; but in the evening while we were quietly refreshing ourselves with a "hard tack" and coffee, brisk firing was heard in the direction of the river. One of General Hatch's aids came dashing up bareheaded and looking more terrified than was consistent with his rank. The "long roll" was beat, when we formed line and started off on a "double quick". We were drawn up in line of battle in an open field where we No 18.- 7. awaited the appearance of "chivalry", but they failed to come; however for precaution we lay on our arms all night.- Early in the morning the rebels were kind enough to send us a few "grape" for breakfast, while we returned the compliment double fold, but they did not seem to relish such lavishness on our part so they soon failed to reciprocate the favor which I think was mutually agreeable. At last I am sure it was to us, as we were beginning to get tired of such kind of warfare. These last four days and nights we had had but little rest; at first the excitement had kept us up, but now our spirits began to give way to despondency, so far we had been successful in preventing the enemy from crossing at this point; but we knew we had not force enough to guard the whole line of the river, and by the movement of the enemy it was evident that he was passing up along the river towards our right so as to get in our rear. On the afternoon of the 24th of August, we fell back to Warrenton. A heavy rain had fallen rendering the roads almost impassable, still we toiled along cheerfully, though wearily. On nearing Warrenton, and just after wading thro' a muddy stream, an order came for the 30th to turn back about a mile and guard a house where General Pope had taken up his Head Quarters. Though very much fatigued and hungry, we did not murmur, but crossed the stream and plodded our weary way up the hill; but on reaching 22 No 18.- 8. the General's Headquarters, an aid came up and politely informed us that our services were not required, and that we could turn back again. This was more than human nature could stand, and many of the "boys" swore that they would not go a step further; but a few words of cheer of our brave Colonel soon brought the most refractory ones into submission. From Warrenton we went to Sulphur Springs where we staid until the morning of the 27th when we fell back again, and took the road for Gainesville. On the afternoon of the 28th of August, the enemy was discovered to be in our front, so we formed in line of battle; batteries were placed in position expecting that the rebels would attack us as we only had one division, (King's ) on the ground; but after waiting some time, it seemed evident that he declined to attack us, so our brigade was ordered to advance to try and find out the enemy's position. We then crossed over the old Centreville turnpike, when one of our batteries unlimbered and commenced shelling the woods to our left, but not a rebel was to be seen. We limbered up again, returned to the road, and while advancing further down all at once, a rebel battery opened a terrific fire upon us. The infantry was ordered to lie down, while one of our batteries got in position to reply, which soon was accomplished, and the rebel battery silenced, and it was well for us that it was, as the enemy had gotten the exact range of us. The shells 23 No 18.- 9. were bursting right in front of us, tearing up the ground, and covering us with dust. A young man belonging to my company and who layed beside me, had half of his head carried away, killing him instantly.- When the artillery had ceased, a heavy musketry fire commenced on our left. Gibbon's brigade, composed of the brave Wisconsin and Indiana boys had engaged the enemy. Sometimes the fire would slacken a little as if both sides were losing heart, and then again a wild shout would rend the air, when the firing louder and more fierce than ever would burst from their thinned ranks. Thus the battle raged until after dark, both sides being unwilling to give up the contest. At length, the 30th was ordered from the right to support the left. As we marched up the road, the scene was awful, tho' grand - the shouts of the combatants - the rattle of musketry, and to render it more terrific, a caison was blown up, lighting up the darkness with a lurid glare, while the earth seemed to tremble beneath the shock. On reaching Gibbon's line, the 30th went in cheering with all its might, while the enemy I presume, thinking that reinforcements had arrived withdrew from the field. Gibbon's brigade then fell back to the turnpike, leaving our regiment to hold the line, and never will I forget that awful night. There we had to stand among the dead and dying, while the groans and shrieks of the wounded were heartrending to hear. 24 No 18.- 10. We held the field until 12 o'clock that night, when for some reason or other we were ordered to fall back to Mannassas Junction, which place we reached about daylight in the morning. Having had no rest all night and after marching and fighting all the day before, we felt weary and depressed in spirit; but after [after] being refreshed with a cup of coffee, and General Porter's Corps coming up, we felt somewhat revived, so that when the order came for us to advance again, we obeyed it with alacrity. We now come to the battle of Groveton. On the afternoon of the 29th of August, our forces came up with the enemy again driving him considerable ways. Our Division was kept in reserve until nearly dark when we were ordered to advance. General McDowell rode up to us and said: "Boys, the enemy is retreating, follow him up, and when you find him pitch into him." Encouraged by those words, we advanced at brisk pace up the road, but we had not gone far, when all at once a rebel battery opened on us with grape and canister, sweeping the road in a fearful manner. We were then ordered to file by the left flank into an open field, where we tried to form in line of battle, but seemingly from all sides, the rebels poured into us a most deadly fire. The attack was so sudden and unexpected that before we could form line, we were thrown in confusion, and began to retreat No 18.- 11. back in considerable disorder, as it was getting so dark that we could hardly distinguish friend from foe. The rebels elated with [triumph] success advanced, yelling like demons, pouring volley after volley into our broken ranks. It was a fearful night; the men were scattered here and there, not knowing in the darkness where to go and all was uncertainty as to who, and how many of our comrades had fallen in the fight. Next morning we commenced picking up the fragments of our brigade. All forenoon they kept coming in, but alas, there were many who would join us no more who lay cold and silent on the other side of the stream; and then again there were many, who did come back after all the fighting was over - skulkers who had hid away and deserted their flag in the hour of danger. Our brigade was so badly cut up, that we did not expect to be put into the fight again that day, but in the afternoon the "Old Iron Brigade" had to go at it again. We crossed the same stream we did the night before, and advanced behind the skirmishes, soon - bang - bang- went the sharpshooters rifle indicating that the enemy was "still there." Slowly and silently we advanced until we reached the edge of a wood facing the bank of the new railroad, behind which the rebels were intrenched. As soon as they No 18.- 12. discovered us, they welcomed us with a withering volley causing many of our number to bite the dust. Still we heeded it not but with a shout of defiance we charged up upon their lines, when we commenced firing, but as the rebels were concealed partly by the embankment of the railroad, they did not, of course, suffer as much as we did; standing as we were on the brow of the hill, fully exposed to a galling fire, from both Infantry and Artillery. Half of our number had already fallen including our brave Colonel Frisbie who refused to leave the field tho' badly wounded, until the second ball entered his brain letting out that heroic soul which had borne him so nobly thro' the fearful strife. I received two severe wounds, one in the foot, the other in the right hand, and though my wounds were bleeding profusely, I managed to leave the field unaided, but I will not weary you with an account of my sufferings. In closing allow me to say that although I have suffered much, I murmured not amid it all, nor did I ever regret, that I had followed that dear old flag amid its perilous course, during the late rebellion. John Bryson formerly of Co "A" 30th Regt. N. Y. Vols. Present address: "War Department" Washington D.C. (In care of Col. E. W. Foster;) Series I 19 Washington City D.C. August 29, 1865. Editor of the Soldiers Friend: Sir In glancing over a Cleveland Ohio paper I saw an article headed "A Premium to Disabled Veterans" As I compose one of that number, your article shall not pass by unnoticed. I will endeavor to give you a small history of my war experience in as condensed a manner as possible. In the fall of 1861, after the defeat of the Union forces at Manassas Junction, my patriotism was aroused to a high degree. Three years troops were called for, and I with many other associates readily answered to the call. I was urged and entreated to stay until I was compelled to go by draft. I chose to be a Patriot in full; 2" therefore turned a deaf ear to all entreaties, determined to fight manfully the Battles of union and right. I went to Trenton, New Jersey and joined company H of the ninth Regiment (well known as the skirmishing Regiment) then under the command of Col. Allen, who was afterward drowned at Hatteras. I enlisted on the third of October, and by the first of December the Regiment numbered One thousand one hundred and sixty men. Soon after, we started for Washington, D.C., laying there about one month, when an order came to go on the Burnside Expedition, then fitting out at Annapolis, Md. Seven hundred of the Regiment were placed on board the ship Ann E. Thompson the balance went on board a Brig (name unknown) It was nearly seven weeks (the longest weeks I ever saw) before we were allowed to step on terra firma. If you have any idea about human nature you can imagine the feelings of your humble 3" servant, who never went to sea before. It appeared at times as though this lump of clay would dissolve and be no more. The initiation was a rough one, yet I made the best of it. In going over Hatteras bar our vessel struck mid ships, and only for the merciful hand of God in staying the waves she should been wrecked to pieces. Many a heart was thankful after danger had passed. The profane and defiant felt grateful to God for their deliverance. We landed in the evening on Roanoke Island. The next morning at daylight we were marched into the fight under the able leadership of Lieut. Col. C. A Heckman. (now a Brigadier General) which lasted until twelve o'clock, AM, when full determination on the part of union gave us the victory, but not without the loss of a gallant officer: Captain Joseph J. Henry of my company killed by a concussion. In four weeks we embarked for Newbern, N.C. 4" after the Battle we were stationed at Beaufort- three months, when an order came to go on an Expedition, under command of Maj. Genl. P.G. Foster to Goldsboro and destroy communication by burning a bridge so as to aid General Burnside (incase he was successful at Fredricksburg) to trap the enemy. In order to accomplish our work four severe engagements became necessary-namely, South west creek, Kinston, White hall, and Goldsboro, Our company alone lost in wounded; twenty three men, it being the first company of the Regiment and in advance of the while force. We returned to camp, but not to stay; for in a few days we embarked on board of transports for South Carolina, landing at St. Helena Island. We remained there until Genl Hunter and Admiral Dupont made the attack on Fort Sumter, when we were placed on board Steamers and sent up North Edisto Inlet, Laying there until nothing could be accomplished, we returned to Newbern and remained there sometime. 5" When the health of the men began to fail, it was thought expedient to locate in a more healthy place. Consequently we came to Newport News Va. where we lay till winter, when we removed to Getty's Station, beyond Portsmouth. In April 1864, we broke camp, sending home all our surplus clothing. Then the words "Onward to Richmond" came. Our first strike was Yorktown under the command of Genl. B.F. Butler, but that not being the right starting point went to Bermuda Hundred. from there operated in different directions. Fortifications were thrown up stretching from Appomattox to the James River. Shortly after we went Drury's Bluff and unfortunately were driven back with heavy loss. After a lapse of about two weeks our Regiment was transfered to the army of the Potomac. In the Battle of Cold Harbor, on the third of June I became a victim of a rebel missile. A fragment of a shell struck me taking off my right arm. within three inches of the shoulder, at the time I "6 was wounded I was 1" Sergt. and was considered an ordinary penman. Since that time I have learned what you see before you, with my left hand. If you deem it worthy of notice, well and good; and should it fall below your standard of good penmanship be kind enough to regard it more as a fault of the hand than the heart. I abide your honorable decision. List of engagements participated in as follows, Roanoke Island, Newbern, Young's cross roads, South west creek, Kinston, White Hall, Goldsboro, Drury's Bluff, Petersburg, and Cold Harbor; beside a number of skirmishes, I will not mention Most Respectfully your Obt. Servent George W, Taylor To. Pension Office William O. Bourne Washington D.C. Editor Department of the Interior Pension Office August 30 1865 This is to certify that Ga. W. Taylor the writer of the above article to the "Editor of the Soldiers Friend" is a clerk in this office. that he has lost his right arm from a wound received in Battle and that I personally know that the above writing was executed by him with his left hand, Thomas Pearson Acting Commissioner, of Pensions. No 19 September 2 1865 Washington City D.C Pension Office Dec 5 1865 Mr Wm Oland. Bourne Sir In compliance with your request, I forward my vignette with pleasure, I done as you requested in regard to that circular by sending it to the Chronicle Office for publication. I purposed writing another letter to you for the premium trial, but being absent could not get time. Your papers and circular I distributed cheerfully. With much Respect I subscribe myself Geo W. Taylor Pension Office Washington D.C No 19.- 1. Washington City D.C. August 29th 1865 Editor of the "Soldiers Friend": Sir, In glancing over a Cleveland, Ohio paper, I saw an article "A Premium to Disabled Veterans."- As I compose one of that number, your article shall not pass by unnoticed. I shall endeavor to give you a small history of my war experience in as condensed a manner as possible. In the fall of 1861, after the defeat of the Union forces at Mannassas Junction, my patriotism was aroused to a high degree. Three years troops were called for, and I with many other associates readily answered to the call. I was entreated to stay until I was compelled to go by draft. I chose to be a patriot in full, therefore, turned a deaf ear to all entreaties, determined to fight manfully the battles of Union and Right. I went to Trenton, New Jersey and joined company "H" of the ninth Regiment(well known as the Skirmishing Regt) then under the command of Colonel Allen, who No 19.- 2. was afterwards drowned at Hatteras.- I enlisted on the 3rd day of October and by the first of December the Regiment numbered One thousand one hundred and sixty men. Soon after, we started for Washington, D.C. laying there about one month, when an order came to go on the Burnside Expedition, then fitting out at Annapolis, Maryland-Seven Hundred of the Regiment were placed on board the ship Ann E. Thompson, the balance went on board a brig, (name unknown).- It was nearly seven weeks, (the longest weeks I ever saw) before we were allowed to step on terra firma. If you have any idea about human nature you can imagine the feelings of your humble servant, who never went to sea before. It appeared sometimes as though this lump of clay would dissolve and be no more. The initiation was a rough one, yet I made the best of it.- In going over Hatteras bar our vessel struck midship, and only for the merciful hand of God in staying the waves, she would have been wrecked to pieces. Many a heart was thankful after danger had passed. The profane and defiant felt grateful to God for their deliverance. We landed in the evening on Roanoke Island. The next morning at No. 19- 3. daylight we were marched into the fight under the able leadership of Lieut. Colonel C.A. Heckman, (now a Brigadier General) which lasted until 12 o'clock M when full determination on the part of "Union" gave us the victory. Captain Joseph J. Henry of my company was killed by a concussion. In four weeks we embarked for Newbern, N.C., after the battle we were stationed at Beaufort three months, when an order came to go on an expedition under Major General J. G. Foster to Goldsboro and destroy communication by burning a bridge so as to aid General Burnside (in case he was successful at Fredericksburg) to trap the enemy. In order to accomplish our work four severe engagements became necessary- namely- "South west Creek, Kinston, Whitehall and Goldsboro."- Our company alone lost in wounded twenty three men, it being the first company of the regiment and in advance of the whole force. We returned to camp, but not to stay; for in a few days we embarked on board of transports for South Carolina, landing at St. Helena Island.- We remained there until General Hunter and Admiral Dupont made the attack on fort Sumpter, when we were placed on board of steamers No 19- 4. and sent up North Edisto Inlet. Laying there until nothing could be accomplished, we returned to Newbern and remained there some time.- When the health of men began to fail, it was thought expedient to locate in a more healthy place. Consequently we came to Newport News, Va. where we lay till winter, when removed to Getty's station, beyond Portsmouth. In April 1964 we broke camp, sending home all our surplus clothing. Then the words " Onward to Richmond came. Our first strike was Yorktown under the command of General B.F. Butler, but that not being the right starting point went to Bermuda Hundred; from there operated in different directions. Fortifications were thrown up stretching from the Appomatox to the James river. Shortly after we went to Drury's Bluff, and unfortunately were driven back with heavy loss. After a lapse of about two weeks our Regiment was transfered to the army of the Potomac. In the battle of Cold Harbor, on the 30 of June, I became a victim of a rebel missile. A fragment of a shell struck me, taking off my right arm within three inches of the shoulder, at the time I was wounded I was first sergeant, and was considered an ordinary penman. Since that time I have learned [No. 19.--] [5.--] what you see before you with my left hand. If you deem it worthy of notice, well and good, and should it fall below your standard of good penmanship be Kind enough, to regard it more as a fault of the hand than of the heart. I abide by your honorable decision. List of engagements participated in, are as follows: Roanoke Island, Newbern, Young's Cross roads, South-west Creek, Kinston, White Hall, Goldsboro, Drury's Bluff, Petersburg, and Cold Harbor, besides a number of skirmishes I will not mention. Most Respectfully Your obedient servant George W. Taylor, Pension Office, Washington, D.C. [To] [Wm Oland Bourne, Esquire,] Editor.---] No 19.- 6. Department of Interior, Pension Office, August 30th, 1865- This is to certify that Geo. W. Taylor, the writer of the above article to the Editor of the "Soldiers Friend, is a Clerk in this Office, that he has lost his right arm from a wound received in battle, and this I personally know that the above writing was executed by him with his left hand. Thomas Pearson Acting Commissioner of Pensions 1865 Sept 2, 1st Series 20 Daniel C. Gates A Piece of Halliard from the Flag of the Cumberland written by David C. Gates. This simple cord, by unknown fingers spun, Holds history in every slender fibre, Telling more baseness in one action done, And of more heroism, than the sun Ever saw upon the storied tide of Tibre A shred from off the halliards of our hope, Our battle banner, seldom lowered or baffled! Did he who turned the fellow to that rope Behold, in his imagining scope, The trembling traitor on his well earned scaffold? He should have seen, methinks, the dance of death, The traitor dance in this rebellious season, While the quaint wizard on the southern heath Like the fire hags encountered by Macbeth, With hellborne charm & chant are brewing treason mischief Fierce maledictions, breathed with desperate might By trodden nations longing to be freeman, Shall fall upon them with withering blight Of leprous pestilence that walk the night, Till their own hearts shall curse their reigning demon. I was born in Portsmouth, Scioto County Ohio, Nov 9th 1841. Enlisted as a Private, in the first company raised in the State, under Capt. Geo. B. Bailey in the three months service. Was placed in the 1st Ohio V.I. commanded bv. Col. A. McD. McCook; Was in the first ten thousand troops that crossed into Virginia, And was wounded in the first engagement, at the ever memorable, and ill fated affair a. Vienna, commonly known as Genl. Schenks Rail Road affair; on the 17th day of June 1861. Lost my right arm at this place, and was the first man from Ohio, that shed his blood in this rebellion. Have since been employed as clerk in the Quartermasters department, with Capt. Saml. N Bonsall A.QM, Asst chief Q.M. No. 23d A.C. but lately deceased. Was in the battle of Fort Donelson, Siege of Vicksburg C,S. Hoping this will meet with the approbation of the committee I am very Respectfully Your. Obedient Servant David C. Gates Co. G 1st Regt. O.V.I. Post Office address Portsmouth Scioto County Ohio No 20 Sept 2 1865 Office of the "Soldier's Friend," No. 12 Centre Street, NEW YORK, February 7th 1866 David C Gates DEAR SIR:--A large number of the competitors for the premiums for LEFT HAND Penmanship having omitted to furnish the Committee with an attest of the genuineness of their productions, and the necessity of affording a guaranty of the good faith of the successful parties, for the satisfaction of the rest of the contributors, renders it requisite for competitors to make an affidavit of the facts before a Justice or Commissioner. You will please have this affidavit properly executed, and return it to my address IMMEDIATELY. Please state whether your arm is disabled or amputated. If disabled you must declare that you do not and cannot use your arm for writing. Yours respectfully, Wm Oland Bourne, Clerk of the Committee State of Ohio ) Scioto County ) ss. Personally appeared before me, who being duly sworn, deposes and says that he enlisted in the service of the United States on the Seventeenth day of April, 1861, and was a member of Company G., First Regiment, Ohio Infy Vols, (3 mos service); that he was wounded in the service of the United States, on the Seventeenth day of June 1861, at Vienna Virginia, and that his right arm, in consequence of said wound, is amputated just below Elbow. He further deposes and says that he has learned to write with his left hand since the date of said wound, and that he did not write with his left hand previous to that time, and that the specimen of writing subscribed and presented by him to the Committee of Award for the distribution of premiums to soldiers and sailors who had lost their right hand, or the use thereof, during the late war, was written by him with his left hand, and that the contents thereof are true to the best of his knowledge and belief. David C. Gates Sworn to by said David C. Gates and subscribed by him before me this 9th. day of March 1866 George O. Neuman Notary Public Scioto Co. O. No 20 1. A Piece of Halliard from the Flag of the Cumberland written by David C. Gates. 1. This single cord, by unknown fingers spun, Holds history in every slender fibre, Telling more baseness in our action done, And of more heroism, than the sun Ever saw upon the storied tide of Tibre. 2. A shired from off the halliards of our hope, Our battle banner, seldom lowered or baffled! Did he who turned the fellair to that rope, Behold, in his imaginary scope, The trembling traitor on his well earned scaffold? 3. He should have seen, methinks, the dance of death, The traitor dance in this rebellious season, While the quaint wizard on the Southern heath, Like the five hags encountered by Macbeth, With hellborne charm and chant are brewing treason; 4. Fierce maledictions, breathed with desperate might By trodden nations longing to be freemen, Shall fall upon them with the withering blight Of Leprous pestilence that walks the night, Till their own hearts shall curse their reigning demon. No 20 2. I was born in Portsmouth, Scioto Co, Ohio; Nov. 9th 1841. Enlisted as a private in the first company raised in the state under Captain Geo. B. Bailey in the three months service. Was placed in the 1st Ohio Volunteer Infantry, commanded by Colonel A. McD. McCook; Was in the first Ten thousand troops that crossed into Virginia, and was wounded in the first engagement, at the ever memorable and ill fated affair at Vienna, commonly known as General Shenks Railroad affair; on the 17th day of June 1861. I lost my right arm at this place, and was the first man from Ohio, that shed his blood in this rebellion. Have since been employed as a clerk in the Quartermasters Department with Captain Sam. N. Bonsall A.Q.M. Asst. chief Q.M. 23rd A.C. but lately deceased. Was in the battle of fort Donelson, siege of Vicksburg & &. Hoping this will meet with the approbation of the committee I am very Respectfully Your obdt servant, Daniel C. Gates Co "G" 1st Regt O.V.I. Post Office Address: Portsmouth, Scioto County, Ohio. Transcribed and reviewed by contributors participating in the By The People project at crowd.loc.gov.