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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1859. (search)
before daylight. August 18.—Think of selling my pen and pencil for a pail to cook in; it is hard to part with it, but then I must look tomy health. August 19.—Very hot day. Stayed in my tent most of the day; very weak like the rest of the boys, can hardly carry a bucket of water. August 20.—For breakfast, beans, crust-coffee, corn-bread, fresh beef, and bacon. August 22.—Played chess. Some prisoners brought in, but not enough to equal the number of those that die. August 23.—Very hot. Some prisoners escaped last night. Drew some molasses yesterday. August 24.—Had a long talk on the chance for exchange; still hope for one this fall. August 25. —Hot day. Feel a little down-hearted once in a while. August 26.—Draw raw rations now; do not like it; have not wood enough, and nothing to cook the rations in. August 27.—Great excitement about exchange. All to be exchanged in two or three weeks. Wish it were true. August 28.—Draw
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, 1860. (search)
on that disastrous retreat of Pope which culminated in the second Bull Run. He wrote:— August 19.—We marched about two miles in blissful ignorance of our destination, except that it is somewhere in the rear, there being rumors of a fight, in which every one, with characteristic and gloomy calm, assumes that we have been thrashed. However, soldiers always grumble, I suppose. August 20.—I began to appreciate how little an officer has to eat on the march. It is rather ridiculous. August 23.—We were aroused by the pleasant process of having our wood shelled by the Rebels. I must confess it was highly disagreeable .... We could not raise anything to eat but a few unripe apples. August 24.—Last night one of the officers said he wished he was dead, or a prisoner, or with the wagon train, he did not much care which; and I think we all felt pretty much the same way then. Now that we have feasted on mutton, we feel better! August 25.—We then, after an ear of corn apiec
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Harvard Memorial Biographies, chapter 36 (search)
id down. It was from Maysville, where his farm was situated, that he enlisted in the Seventh Regiment Maine Volunteers, Company I, composed chiefly of men from that and the adjoining townships. Declining, with characteristic modesty, a lieutenant's commission, he entered the service as a private, saying that he thought he could serve his country better in that capacity than in any other. He was mustered in on the 21St of August, 1861, and left Augusta with the regiment for Baltimore, August 23. The following extract from a letter written in Virginia, November 9, 1861, illustrates the spirit in which he devoted himself to the service of his country, and at the same time shows the strength of his attachment to his family. In a few days we expect to be marched out to battle. . . . . I can hardly tell whether I feel much anxiety about myself, but I do think much, very much, of the friends behind me. One thing is certain, sister, there is a God here as at home, and he will no