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March 9th (search for this): chapter 7
r a while at least. . . . . The balls, theatricals, and operas revive pleasant memories, but I don't want yet to join in them; but if the war is ever over, and I live to see the end, I have no doubt I shall enjoy again just such things, for I feel as young as ever. . . . . I never was better in my life. Life in the open air and sleeping in a tent are just suited to my case. I have hardly had an ache or a pain or a symptom of any kind whatever since I entered the service. . . . . March 9.—We have doubtless a hard fight before us, but the troops are in good order, and high spirits. The stir and movement of the day of final preparation have been exhilarating in the extreme, after the monotony of camp life. . . . . The Thirty-eighth is all ready. I mean to do my duty. I don't feel as if I were to suffer; but, come what may, be assured of my unalterable love for you. March 29.—It will be a disappointment to have to give up all idea of taking part in any of the great sce
March 29th (search for this): chapter 7
ad an ache or a pain or a symptom of any kind whatever since I entered the service. . . . . March 9.—We have doubtless a hard fight before us, but the troops are in good order, and high spirits. The stir and movement of the day of final preparation have been exhilarating in the extreme, after the monotony of camp life. . . . . The Thirty-eighth is all ready. I mean to do my duty. I don't feel as if I were to suffer; but, come what may, be assured of my unalterable love for you. March 29.—It will be a disappointment to have to give up all idea of taking part in any of the great scenes which we hope will go far towards ending the war, but something may turn up for us, and it is consoling to know that not always those most conspicuous are most useful. I shall be content to play an insignificant part, if the war can be brought to a close. . . . . April 18.—On road to Opelousas. It was pitch-dark; we rolled ourselves in our blankets and slept in line of battle. . . . . [<
April 13th (search for this): chapter 7
.—It will be a disappointment to have to give up all idea of taking part in any of the great scenes which we hope will go far towards ending the war, but something may turn up for us, and it is consoling to know that not always those most conspicuous are most useful. I shall be content to play an insignificant part, if the war can be brought to a close. . . . . April 18.—On road to Opelousas. It was pitch-dark; we rolled ourselves in our blankets and slept in line of battle. . . . . [April 13, date included in the foregoing.] Their artillery sent a shower of shell over our heads, and the zip-zip of the bullets was ever in one's ears; but although some came near, none were hit. I had, like most men, expected to be a little scared; but somehow I was not in the least so, and our boys all made fun of every shot that came very near us. Meanwhile I had hard work to keep the men flat, as they wanted of course to see what was going on; and, moreover, we were in the midst of an abundance
April 14th (search for this): chapter 7
a spotted man. I was the only person mounted, and every now and then the bullets whistled round me thick, and I thought more of my gallant horse than I did of myself. I don't quite understand it now, but I did not feel afraid of being hit at all. I every now and then stopped to think about it, generally eating a few blackberries in a ditch, while cogitating upon the matter. The fact is, I don't think anybody was afraid, or if any, not more than one officer and a few men. . . . . Tuesday, April 14.—At the dawn of day the Fifty-third moved into the works and planted old glory on the parapet, just about the time that Weitzel crowned the works on the other side. At seven o'clock we were ordered to go and do likewise, and our now baptized flag was placed on the lunette .... At Franklin all went into a field to bivouac, very tired, but in high spirits. We learned that we have taken twelve hundred prisoners, and that the Diana was blown up by the Rebs themselves, while the Queen of
April 15th (search for this): chapter 7
nes of danger. . . . . January 25, 1861.—What a short-sighted babydom prevails in Boston. The Mayor fears W. Phillips and the Abolitionists will make a riot, and so closes the Anti-slavery Convention. Boston gentlemen, or rather, Boston snobbery, must stop the mouths of the radicals and fanatics, because, forsooth, the traitors of South Carolina won't like it.—Bah! the fools make one sick. . . . . March 7.—Anniversary of D. Webster's fatal speech, and of my birth. . . . . April 15.—'Tis true Sumter has fallen, and war has commenced. We accept the fact with mortification and anger. A severe accounting must follow. I don't fear the result. Stirring times. Governor Andrew issues orders for an assembling tomorrow of the Massachusetts volunteers, and the Guards are preparing to start in the morning. Two thousand must start for Washington to-morrow .... April 16.—The Guards went off this morning in good style. Thirty-five muskets,—some dozen more to follow
April 16th (search for this): chapter 7
sick. . . . . March 7.—Anniversary of D. Webster's fatal speech, and of my birth. . . . . April 15.—'Tis true Sumter has fallen, and war has commenced. We accept the fact with mortification and anger. A severe accounting must follow. I don't fear the result. Stirring times. Governor Andrew issues orders for an assembling tomorrow of the Massachusetts volunteers, and the Guards are preparing to start in the morning. Two thousand must start for Washington to-morrow .... April 16.—The Guards went off this morning in good style. Thirty-five muskets,—some dozen more to follow this evening. They were addressed by Clifford, from the City Hall steps, in a beautiful little speech. The crowd was very large, and the scene was solemn. Tears rolled down many a rough face. We escorted them to the boat. We may all have to follow. .... May 24.—I have been occupied in soldiering, having become a high private in Company C, Home and Coast Guard. Drilling takes up my ev
April 17th (search for this): chapter 7
nd do likewise, and our now baptized flag was placed on the lunette .... At Franklin all went into a field to bivouac, very tired, but in high spirits. We learned that we have taken twelve hundred prisoners, and that the Diana was blown up by the Rebs themselves, while the Queen of the West was destroyed by the Arizona. We began to think ourselves becoming famous; and the boys forgot their sore feet, and ceased to grumble because they had not eaten meat twice since Saturday .... Friday, April 17.—General Emory came up with me on the march the other day, and said, Colonel, I am glad to see you. How is my old Thirty-eighth to-day? You did elegantly, elegantly. I thanked him and said, General, I am glad you are satisfied. We did what we could; but my regiment, deployed as skirmishers along a line of three fourths of a mile, could not take an equal length of earthworks. The old fellow shrugged his shoulders, and with his pleasant smile said, in his prettiest way, You did all th
April 18th (search for this): chapter 7
do my duty. I don't feel as if I were to suffer; but, come what may, be assured of my unalterable love for you. March 29.—It will be a disappointment to have to give up all idea of taking part in any of the great scenes which we hope will go far towards ending the war, but something may turn up for us, and it is consoling to know that not always those most conspicuous are most useful. I shall be content to play an insignificant part, if the war can be brought to a close. . . . . April 18.—On road to Opelousas. It was pitch-dark; we rolled ourselves in our blankets and slept in line of battle. . . . . [April 13, date included in the foregoing.] Their artillery sent a shower of shell over our heads, and the zip-zip of the bullets was ever in one's ears; but although some came near, none were hit. I had, like most men, expected to be a little scared; but somehow I was not in the least so, and our boys all made fun of every shot that came very near us. Meanwhile I had hard wor
May 3rd (search for this): chapter 7
ld; but my regiment, deployed as skirmishers along a line of three fourths of a mile, could not take an equal length of earthworks. The old fellow shrugged his shoulders, and with his pleasant smile said, in his prettiest way, You did all that was expected of you, and more. . . . . I think we did as well as any regiment in the corps would have done. Not to do so would have been disgraceful to us all, and I would not have my darling mother and loving little sister blush for me. . . . . May 3.—Dr. Ward and I are the only really tough ones. My knock — about out-door life tells now, and I don't wilt down like these shade-grown men. Perhaps my time will come, but certes I was never better than now. . . . . May 7.—It is very hard to blow up the weary wretches, and make them believe you are very savage, when you are overflowing with sympathy. . . . . May 8.—With the breaking up of slavery, which I hope will follow this war, possibly these great places may be shorn of their
May 7th (search for this): chapter 7
You did all that was expected of you, and more. . . . . I think we did as well as any regiment in the corps would have done. Not to do so would have been disgraceful to us all, and I would not have my darling mother and loving little sister blush for me. . . . . May 3.—Dr. Ward and I are the only really tough ones. My knock — about out-door life tells now, and I don't wilt down like these shade-grown men. Perhaps my time will come, but certes I was never better than now. . . . . May 7.—It is very hard to blow up the weary wretches, and make them believe you are very savage, when you are overflowing with sympathy. . . . . May 8.—With the breaking up of slavery, which I hope will follow this war, possibly these great places may be shorn of their magnificence. I don't wonder the owners deprecate such a fate. I can't, however, sympathize with them. May all these results of the vile system vanish, say I. . . . . I am told that strong signs of Union feeling are found
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