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Detailed Minutiae of soldier life in the Army of Northern Virginia.
By Carlton McCarthy,
Private of Second Company Richmond Howitzers, Cutshaw's Battalion.
[Many of our “boys who wore the gray” will be glad to see these vivid pictures of what they experienced, and many others will rejoice to have these details of soldier life.
And these “minutiae” are by no means beneath the notice of the grave historians who would know and tell the whole truth concerning our grand old army.]
Paper no. 1.--the outfit modified.
With the men who composed the Army of Northern Virginia will die the memory of those little things which made the
Confederate soldier peculiarly what he was.
The historian who essays to write the “grand movements” will hardly stop to tell how the hungry private fried his bacon, baked his biscuit and smoked his pipe; how he was changed from time to time by the necessities of the service, until the gentleman, the student, the merchant, the mechanic and the farmer were merged into a perfect, all-enduring, never-tiring and invincible soldier.
To preserve these little details, familiar to all soldiers, and by them not thought worthy of mention to others, because of their familiarity, but still dear to them and always the substance of their “war talks,” is the object of this paper.
The volunteer of 1861 made extensive preparations for the field.
Boots, he thought, were an absolute necessity, and the heavier the soles and longer the tops the better.
His pants were stuffed inside the tops of his boots, of course.
A double-breasted coat, heavily wadded, with two rows of big brass buttons and a long skirt, was considered comfortable.
A small stiff cap, with a narrow brim, took the place of the comfortable “felt” or the shining and towering tile worn in civil life.
Then over all was a huge overcoat, long and heavy, with a cape reaching nearly to the waist.
On his back he strapped a knapsack containing a full stock of underwear, soap, towels, comb, brush,
looking-glass,
tooth-brush, paper and envelopes, pens, ink, pencils, blacking, photographs, smoking and
chewing tobacco, pipes, twine string and cotton strips for wounds and other emergencies, needles and thread, buttons, knife, fork and spoon, and many other things as each man's idea of what he was to encounter varied.
On the outside of the knapsack, solidly folded, were two great blankets and
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a rubber or oilcloth.
This knapsack, &c., weighed from fifteen to twenty-five pounds, and sometimes even more.
All seemed to think it was impossible to have on too many or too heavy clothes, or to have too many conveniences, and each had an idea that to be a good soldier he must be provided against every possible emergency.
In addition to the knapsack, each man had a haversack, more or less costly, some of cloth and some of fine morocco, and stored with provisions always, as though he expected any moment to receive orders to march across the great desert, and supply his own wants on the way. A canteen was thought indispensable, and at the outset it was thought very prudent to keep it full of water.
Many, expecting terrific hand to hand encounters, carried revolvers, and even
bowie-knives.
Merino shirts (and flannel) were thought to be the right thing, but experience demonstrated the contrary.
In addition to each man's private luggage, each mess, generally composed of from five to ten men who were drawn together by similar tastes and associations, had
its outfit, consisting of a large camp chest containing skillet, frying pan, coffee boiler, bucket for lard, coffee box, salt box, sugar box, meal box, flour box, knives, forks, spoons, plates, cups, &c., &c. These chests were so large that 8 or 10 of them filled up an army wagon, and were so heavy that two strong men had all they could do to get one of them into the wagon.
In addition to the chest each mess owned an axe, water bucket, and bread tray.
Then the tents of each company, and little
sheet-iron stoves, and stove pipe, and the trunks and valises of the company officers, made an immense pile of stuff, so that each company had a small wagon train of its own.
All thought money was absolutely necessary, and for awhile rations were disdained, and the mess supplied with the best that could be bought with the mess fund.
Gloves were thought to be good things to have in winter time, and the favorite style was buck gauntlets with long cuffs.
Quite a large number had a “boy” along to do the cooking and washing.
Think of it?
a Confederate soldier with a body servant all his own, to bring him a drink of water, black his boots, dust his clothes, cook his corn bread and bacon, and put wood on his fire.
Never was there fonder admiration than these darkies displayed for their masters.
Their chief delight and glory was to praise the courage and good looks of “
Mahse Tom,” and prophesy great things about his future.
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Many a ringing laugh and shout of fun originated in the queer remarks, shining countenance and glistening teeth of this now forever departed character.
It is amusing to think of the follies of the early part of the war, as illustrated by the outfits of the volunteers.
They were so heavily clad, and so burdened with all manner of things, that a march was torture, and the wagon trains were so immense in proportion to the number of troops, that it would have been impossible to guard them in an enemy's country.
Subordinate officers thought themselves entitled to transportation for trunks and even mattresses and folding bedsteads, and the privates were as ridiculous in their demands.
This much by way of introduction.
The change came rapidly and stayed not until the transformation was complete.
Nor was the change attributable alone to the orders of the
general officers.
The men soon learned the inconvenience and danger of so much luggage, and as they became more experienced, vied with each other in reducing themselves to light marching trim.
Experience soon demonstrated that boots were not agreeable on a long march.
They were heavy and irksome, and when the heels were worn a little onesided, the wearer would find his ankle twisted nearly out of joint by every unevenness of the road.
When thoroughly wet, it was a laborious undertaking to get them off, and worse to get them on in time to answer the morning roll-call.
And so good, strong, broad-bottomed and big flat heeled brogues or brogans succeeded the boots, and were found much more comfortable and agreeable, easier put on and off, and altogether the most sensible.
A short waisted, single breasted jacket usurped the place of the long tail coat, and became universal.
The enemy noticed this peculiarity, and called the
Confederates gray jackets, which name was immediately transferred to those lively creatures, which were the constant admirers and inseparable companions of the Boys in
Gray and Blue.
Caps were destined to hold out longer than some other uncomfortable things, but they finally yielded to the demands of comfort and common sense, and a good soft felt hat was worn instead.
A man who has never been a soldier does not know, nor indeed can know, the amount of comfort there is in a good soft hat in camp, and now utterly useless is a “soldier hat” as they are generally made.
Why the Prussians, with all their experience,
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wear their heavy, unyielding helmets, and the
French their little caps, is a mystery to a Confederate who has enjoyed the comfort of an old slouch.
Overcoats an inexperienced man would think an absolute necessity for men exposed to the rigors of a
Northern Virginia winter, but they grew scarcer and scarcer.
They were found a great inconvenience and burden.
The men came to the conclusion that the trouble of carrying them hot days outweighed the comfort of having them when the cold day arrived.
Besides they found that life in the open air hardened them to such an extent, that the changes in the temperature were not felt to any degree.
Some clung to their overcoats to the last, but the majority got tired lugging them around, and either discarded them altogether, or trusted to capturing one about the time it would be needed.
Nearly every overcoat in the army in the latter years was one of Uncle Sam's, captured from his boys.
The knapsack vanished early in the struggle.
It was found that it was inconvenient to “change” the underwear too often, and the disposition not to change grew, as the knapsack was found to gall the back and shoulders, and weary the man before half the march was accomplished.
It was found that the better way was to dress out and out, and wear that outfit until the enemy's knapsacks or the folks at home supplied a change.
Certainly it did not pay to carry around clean clothes while waiting for the time to use them.
Very little washing was done, as a matter of course.
Clothes once given up were parted with forever.
There were good reasons for this.
Cold water would not cleanse them or destroy the vermin, and hot water was not always to be had. One blanket to each man was found to be as much as could be carried, and amply sufficient for the severest weather.
This was carried generally by rolling it lengthwise, with the rubber cloth outside, tying the ends of the roll together, and throwing the loop thus made over the left shoulder with the ends fastened together hanging under the right arm.
The haversack held its own to the last, and was found practical and useful.
It very seldom, however, contained rations, but was used to carry all the articles generally carried in the knapsack; of course the stock was small.
Somehow or other, many men managed to do without the haversack, and carried absolutely nothing but what they wore and had in their pockets.
The infantry threw away their heavy cap-boxes and cartridge-boxes, and carried
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their caps and cartridges in their pockets.
Canteens were very useful at times, but they were as a general thing discarded.
They were not much used to carry water, but were found useful when the men were driven to the necessity of foraging, for conveying buttermilk, cider, sorghum, &c., to camp.
A good strong tin cup was found better than a canteen, as it was easier to fill at a well or spring, and was serviceable as a boiler for making coffee when the column halted for the night.
Revolvers were found to be about as useless and heavy lumber as a private soldier could carry, and early in the war were sent home to be used by the women and children in protecting themselves from insult and violence at the hands of the ruffians who prowled about the country shirking duty.
Strong cotton was adopted in place of flannel and merino, for two reasons.
First, because easier to wash, and second, because the vermin did not propagate so rapidly in cotton as in wool.
Common white cotton shirts and drawers proved the best that could be used by the private soldier.
Gloves to any but a mounted man were found useless, worse than useless.
With the gloves on, it was impossible to handle an axe well, or buckle harness, or load a musket, or handle a rammer at the piece.
Wearing them was found to be simply a habit, and so, on the principle that the less luggage the less labor,
they were discarded.
The camp-chest soon vanished.
The Brigadiers and
Major-Generals even found them too troublesome, and soon they were left entirely to the quartermasters and commissaries.
One skillet and a couple of frying pans, a bag for flour or meal, another bag for salt, sugar and coffee, divided by a knot tied between, served the purpose as well.
The skillet passed from mess to mess.
Each mess generally owned a frying pan, but often one served a company.
The oilcloth was found to be as good as the wooden tray for making up the dough.
The water bucket held its own to the last!
Tents were
rarely seen. All the poetry about the “
tented field” died.
Two men slept together, each had a blanket and an oilcloth.
One oilcloth went next to the ground.
The two laid on this, covered themselves with two blankets, protected from the rain with the second oilcloth on top, and slept very comfortably through rain, snow or hail, as it might be.
Very little money was seen in camp.
The men did not expect, did not care for, or get often any pay, and they were not willing to
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deprive the old folks at home of their little supply; so they learned to do without any money.
When rations got short and were getting shorter, it became necessary to dismiss the darkey servants.
Some, however, became company servants, instead of private institutons, and held out faithfully to the end, cooking the rations away in the rear, and at the risk of life carrying them to the line of battle to be devoured with voracity by their “young mahsters.”
Reduced to the minimum, the private soldier consisted of one man, one hat, one jacket, one shirt, one pair of pants, one pair of drawers, one pair of shoes, and one pair of socks.
His baggage was one blanket, one rubber blanket, and one haversack.
The haversack generally contained
smoking tobacco and a pipe and generlly a small piece of soap, with temporary additions of apples, persimmons, blackberries, and such other commodities as he could pick up on the march.
The company property consisted of two or three skillets and frying pans, which were sometimes carried in the wagon, but oftener in tile hands of the soldiers.
The infantrymen generally preferred to stick the handle of the frying pan in the barrel of a musket, and so carry it.
The wagon trains were devoted entirely to the transportation of ammunition and commissary and quartermaster's stores, which had not been issued.
Rations which had become company property, and the baggage of the men, when they had any, was carried by the men themselves.
If, as was sometimes the case, three days rations were issued at one time and the troops ordered to cook them, and be prepared to march, they did cook them,
and eat them if possible, so as to avoid the labor of carrying them.
It was not such an undertaking either, to eat three days rations in one, as frequently none lad been issued for more than a day, and when issued were cut down one-half.
The infantry found out that bayonets were not of much use, and did not hesitate to throw them, with the scabbard, away.
The artillerymen, who started out with heavy sabers hanging to their belts, stuck them up in the mud as they marched, and left them for the ordinance officers to pick up and turn over to the cavalry.
The cavalrymen found sabres very tiresome when swung to the belt, and adopted the plan of fastening them to the saddle on the left side, with the hilt in front and in reach of the hand.
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sabres got very scarce even among the cavalrymen, who relied more and more on their short rifles.
No soldiers ever marched with less to encumber them, and none marched faster or held out longer.
The courage and devotion of the men rose equal to every hardship and privation, and the very intensity of their sufferings became a source of merriment.
Instead of growling and deserting, they laughed at their own bare feet, ragged clothes and pinched faces, and weak, hungry, cold, wet, worried with vermin and itch, dirty, with no hope of reward or rest, but each fighting on his own personal account, needing not the voice of any to urge them on, marched cheerfully to meet the well fed and warmly clad hosts of the enemy.
