two, sometimes ten miles a day. But old Tecumseh has come to time at last.
The four corps of our army were concentrated here all on the same day, without jostling or delay.
This army is a cheap thing for the government: it boards itself.
We have n't had five days rations since we started.
The circumstances of his death are perhaps best described in the following letter from the officer on whose staff he served.
Headquarters, 3D brigade, 3D division, 20TH Army Corps, Goldsborough, North Carolina, March 24, 1865. To Hon. Charles S. Storrow.
dear Sir,—I regret that I am obliged to inform you of the sad loss that has fallen upon you and your family in the death of your son, Samuel Storrow, First Lieutenant Second Massachusetts Infantry, and personal Aid to myself.
Mr. Storrow died of wounds received in action, March 16, 1865, about twenty miles from Fayetteville, North Carolina.
My brigade had been engaged with the enemy at that place nearly all day, and at ab
Durrell Greene, of the Seventeenth Infantry, that, if he showed himself fit for a commission, he should be recommended to the War Department to receive one. In four months and ten days I was enabled, he says in a note-book, to regain the position of a gentleman, which I had voluntarily resigned;—a few days?
an infinity of time!
He once remarked to a friend, in reference to this period of his life, that he thought nothing but the music of the band and the magnificent ocean view down Portland Harbor had enabled him to endure it. On the 11th of November, 1862, he received the commission of Second Lieutenant, and, at his own request, was at once assigned to duty with a company of the battalion then in the field with the Army of the Potomac.
Early in December, 1862, he left his home for the last time, taking on a party of recruits, about fifty in number.
Though the only officer with the party, and himself so young, he carried the entire number through Boston, New York, and Washingto
oss North Carolina, and until his career ended.
In the last letter he ever wrote, four days before his death, he gave some sketches of this final march.
Headquarters, 3D brigade, 3D division, 20TH Army Corps, Two miles West of Fayetteville, North Carolina, Sunday, March 12, 1865.
dear ones,—We've struck daylight at last, and a mail goes in half an hour; pleasant words to greet our ears after two months isolation from the world.
Well, we've just walked through and into the little S upon you and your family in the death of your son, Samuel Storrow, First Lieutenant Second Massachusetts Infantry, and personal Aid to myself.
Mr. Storrow died of wounds received in action, March 16, 1865, about twenty miles from Fayetteville, North Carolina.
My brigade had been engaged with the enemy at that place nearly all day, and at about four o'clock, P. M., Mr. Storrow was wounded while carrying an order to the left of the brigade, and died in about fifteen or twenty minutes af
