Saturday, August 11, 2012

13th., Vermont Infantry Company D.

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Was born in Milton, March 29th, 1840. His father was one of five brothers, all of whom owned large farms, and were prosperous, prominent in town affairs, and respected by all. Emerson (as he was called), was educated in the district school
and the academy at Williston. At the time of President Lincoln's call for 300,000 men in July, 1862, he was taking a course in Eastman's Commercial College in Poughkeepsie, X. Y. The writer of this sketch, a lifelong friend, born and brought
up on an adjoining farm, had been appointed a recruiting officer by the town. He wrote Emerson that he had enlisted and was going to the war. On receipt of the letter he at once closed his connection with the college and took the first train for
home. On reaching Milton he went immediately to the home of his friend, and within one hour had signed the enlistment paper. On the organization of Company D he was made a sergeant, and as such served the entire term, never failing for even a day to do his full duty as a soldier. Consequent upon the exposure of the Gettysburg campaign, he contracted typhoid fever. When the regiment arrived at Brattleboro, he was sick, though still able to attend to his arduous duties as orderly. The regiment was discharged July 21st, and on his arrival at his home in Milton the following day, he went immediately to his bed, from which he never arose. He lingered, most of the time delirious, until August 3rd, when he died. He gave his life for his country's cause as surely as though his heart had been pierced by the enemy's bullet on the battlefield at Gettysburg. The 13th Vermont had no soldier more brave than he. He was thoroughly and intensely honest. His ideals and ambitions were lofty his impulses generous. A sincere and sympathetic friend — a born leader. Had he
lived, he would have been at the head in any avocation he adopted. He was beloved by his comrades and by all that knew him. Of a perfectly sweet and lovely disposition, he was never known to utter an unkind word, and he endeared himself to
all with whom he came in contact. As near perfection is permitted to man, it was embodied in him. As was said by the clergyman at his fnueral, "God requires the perfect for a sacrifice." H. O. C.


Among the killed or fatally wounded in Company D at Gettysburg, was Sergeant Julius F. Densmore. No better man served in the company than he, nor any that were more universally esteemed. He was a fine physique of about 170 pounds, rugged and healthy, abounding always in good nature and of a uniform sunny temperament. His age was about twenty-five. His intercourse with all the members of the company was most friendly and companionable, but especially so with Captain Munson and Lieutenant Rolfe in whose neighborhood he was raised and with whom his youth and early man-
hood were spent.

With the exception of an accident before Gettysburg was reached his service was in no way different from others. This accident in which he nearly lost his life was the accidental discharge of a revolver in the hands of Captain Basconi at Camp Carusi, Va. The ball took effect near the top of his forehead and ploughed a furrow across the head under the scalp. The wound under the skill of Surgeon Nichols soon healed and Densmore was able to march to Gettysburg with the regiment where he was destined to receive another wound of a more serious character. In the afternoon of the third day of the battle while the regiment was luoviug iu the execution of the order "change front forward on first eoniiiany". Sergeant Densuiore fell forward on his face. The writer saw Lieutenant Hlbbard raise him sufficiently to see who had fallen  and heard hlni say "poor Jule" and we passed on. After the repulse of the enemy at  this point he was seen to have raised himself to a sitting posture and leave was granted at once to remove him from the field. His wound was a shattered sliull by a fragment
of an exploded shell. He was able after a few days to be taken home to his parents In Colchester, Yt.. where he died August 31st, 1S63.

His funeral was attended by most of the members of Company D. An impressive service was conducted by his pastor. Rev. Samuel Whiting and his remains were borne to the grave by his comrades with sincere grief. And now each year as we place flag and flowers on his grave he appears in our meiuoiy as wo Ivnew him in his rugged man-
hood and we say "poor Jule."



Sergeant of Company D. only son of Orville M. and Martha (Pullam) Clark, was born In Milton, Vt., 1844. He was educated in the common schools of his native town, and in the academies of Swanton and Georgia, Vermont, He graduated in the Commercial College at Buffalo, New York, In 1861 he was a clerk in a store in Chicago. When President Lincoln called for more men in 1862, he gave up his clerkship and returned to Milton, Vermont. There, at a town meeting, he was appointed a recruiting officer, and enlisted a part of Company D, 13th Vermont Regiment. Upon the organization of the company, he was made a sergeant, and served as such until the regiment was mustered out. During the winter of 1862-3, the regiment was picketing the outer defences of Washington, on the line of the Occoquan river and its chief tributary.
Mosby's guerillas had become very troublesome tliere; many of them resided in the vicinity and knew certain fords on the river, and all the by-ways beyond it, of which we were ignorant. The inhabitants were disloyal. Rebel guerillas could make
their way through, and operate within our lines without our knowledge. It they were confronted or pursued by a superior force, they would evade it and scatter like young partridges, disappearing as if by magic, hidden in the homes of the disloyal inhabitants.

The Second Vermont Brigade. Wyndham's Cavalry and other Union troops were kept out of winter quarters, and were on the qui vive during the entire winter, watching Mosby and his freebooters. Notwithstanding our utmost vigilance, they captured our Brig. Gen. Stoughton, who was twelve miles distant from us at the time, but within our lines, at the headquarters of Wyndham's Cavalry whose commander they were seeking to capture, when they got General Stoughton. They also stealthily captured our regimental teams, when on their way for supplies, within our lines. Under the military system then in vogue, the utmost sagacity and vigilance of the Union forces could not prevent their successful raids. Our government accorded the homes of these disloyal inhabitants during war the same rights that are guaranteed to every
home within its boundaries in times of peace. The next year all this was changed .  This section of Virginia was embraced in General Sheridan's Military Department.  Martial Law governed. Every house was searched and every male inhabitant capable of bearing arms was arrested and treated as a prisoner of war. All forage on which guerillas could subsist their horses, was captured or burned, and Mosby's occupation was gone.

Under the mistaken policy of the Government during our term of service in Virginia, we were struggling with the impossible; but we did the best we could. Early in the spring of 1863. Colonel Randall appointed Sergeant Clark to command a party of scouts, carefully chosen from among those deemed best fitted to perform that duty,  and sent them to operate within Confederate territory beyond the Occoquan River.  They were ordered to report to him twice a week anytliing they saw or heard in respect to the enemy or his operations. Several of these scouts were soon captured, and Sergeant Clark's command was reduced to two — himself and one other — who had become a necessity to the natives by keeping their clocks in repair. When the spring campaign opened, Mosby and his guerillas were called to operate on other fields, and all that remained of the native population were old men, women and children. Sergeant Clark and his scout now enjoyed a greater measure of peace and safety. Mars had yielded the field to Venus. The scouts had acquired horses and spent their time in visiting among the natives and having a general good time beyond our linew. They organized riding
parties, in the enjoyment of which the old men and children are not supposed to have participated; but they kept a keen eye out for anything suggesting danger to themselves or their country, and the survival of these two boys, under conditions that had overwhelmed their comrades, demonstrated that they had keen eyes.

When the Regiment was ordered to change camps from Wolf Run Shoals to Occoquan, Va., Sergeant Clark was notified. His tent, like all others, housed an accumulation of articles calculated to increase the civilizing comforts of life. He disliked either to abandon these or to carry them the required distance. Both camps were on the Occoquan River, and he conceived the idea of transporting them by water. He easily obtained tlie consent of his military superiors to his project, for no officer or soldier in his regiment had ever been known to refuse Sergeant Clark anything he wanted, within ( or beyond) the bounds of reason. He now commenced the study of navigation. He had no boat and could neither buy, beg, borrow or capture one; tlierefore. he had to build one. He selected men for a crew who knew something of woodcraft, and could
use an axe. He transformed them into ship carpenters, and his transport was soon completed. Her bottom was lier only deck, there were no cabins. Her architect never designed her as a home for luxurious indulgence. When liis regiment broke camp, his household divinities and those of his men, were put on board, and his transport started down the river, manned by Sergeant now I Commander Clark and his crew. It was their maiden effort in navigation. They knew nothing whatever of the river below them of its tortuous, treacherous channels, its rocks, shoals, whirlpools, cataracts, or falls, or whether they would encounter Confederates along its south bank; but they were as cheerful and reckless a lot of young dare-devils as ever sailed.
After a time these navigators disiovcn-d cavalrymen on a i)roniontory on the south bank. Confederates were often disguised in our uniforms; and when the boat neared that head-land, the troojiers ordered her crew to conic ashore. This order was not complied with. t)ut the "sailors" "talked off", and alleged one pretext and another, until the curient carried them wiOl under the i)rojccting rocks of the shore; then they told the cavalrymen to go to a place more celebrated for heat than comfort. The current bore them along past the ledge where it veered to the south and nearly landed them upon the bank where the troopers stood with loaded carbines, cocked, aimed, and ready to fire; and they had to land. Their captors proved to be a picket of Union Cavalry, to whom satisfactory explanations were soon made, and our skipi)er8 were
allowed to resume their voyage. Further on. the distant sound of falling waters broke upon their ears, and caused them to deliberate. None of them linew whether the river  fell, there, ten or forty feet; they could only guess from its roar. The Commander and a minority of his crew projiosed to sail straight on and take the chances. The majority were exceedingly anxious to land above the falls.

They said that, judging from the uproar ahead, there must be rapids and falls on which they would come to grief and lose their guns, baggage, boat and perhaps their lives. They proposed to land and unload the boat above the falls, and promised to carry the cargo over the hills to a point below, where the Commander and the only one of his crew who endorsed his views on navigation could go ahead with the boat and wait for them. The boat was accordingly put ashore and relieved of a majority of her crew and most of her cargo. During her voyage hitherto she had often been strained near to the breaking point, and her condition as now revealed made it plain to her occupants that she had not been modelled after the design of Russian Ice Breakers, for service in Northern seas; but her Commander and his etiually reckless mate, seated in her stern, pushed her into the current, and started down the river. The swift flowing waters carried them quickly around a curve and into the rapids. There they lost control of their craft. They saw before them a perpendicular fall of about ten feet over a natural rock dam. They confronted the inevitable! But these daring spirits neither feared their fate nor attempted to raise any question with the inevitable.

Each tried to keep the boat straight ahead, as they sped down the rapids, intending to take the fall "head on." But fortune, that is said to favor the brave, (and sometimes the reckless) averted the catasrophe that such sailing would have invoked. Just on the verge of the fall the boat hit a rock, swung half around, and went over, broad-side on, and right side up. Filled with water, she was swept down the rapids below-. Having taken that "drop"? our navigators made no further efforts to save their vessel. Such efforts would have been vain. Shipwreck was inevitable and imminent I As if a Virginian Sesesh River-God. angered because an unchristened Yankee Craft had "invaded the sacred" waters of the Occoquan. determined to end her voyage, had seized the helm, and after steering her safely past a dozen boulders in as many rods, ran her upon a rock "head on." and like Oliver Wendell Holmes' "One Boss Shay." she went to pieces in a second. The wreck, in many fragments, the Commander and his mate, went down the river separately. About twenty rods below the place where they had so suddenly and unceremoniously parted company with their boat, they managed to reach the shore. They were decorated with many contusions and wet to the skin. Except for these trifles their recent immersion seemed not to have affected them "spiritually" or otherwise, or even to have dampened their cheerfulness. They felicitated themselves upon having water-proof match boxes, and were able to start a fire.

Before the arrival of their over-burdened comrades, they had dried their clothes, and were ready tor any further adventure that might offer. Night coming on. they cooked a hearty supper to which they did full justice. They discussed their adventures of the day around their camp fire and finally, without posting any guard or taking the least precaution against surprise or danger, these fearless boys stretched themselves on the ground near their fire, in plain view of the Secessionist on the ojiposite bank, and slept as soundly and with as little concern for their personal safety as they could have done
in the cosey and comfortable bed-rooms of their paternal homes in Vermont. After breakfast next morning they went back from the river to the road over which their regiment had marched, and found it making camp about a mile below.

Several of their comrades went with them to the river and helped to bring in their baggage. They had. at least, succeeded in changing camps without heavy marching, carrying, or abandoning their baggage. And. from their view point, they had enjoyed a good time.

Comrade E. O. Johnson who died in Colchester in the fall of 1902 was (except Colonel Clark ) the last survivor of this boating party.  Commander Clark's argonauts were disbanded, and he resumed the pleasures and perils of scouting beyond the lines. He continued to perform this service until his regiment started on its Gettysburg campaign, when he returned to duty with his Company, participated with it in the battle of Gettysburg, and the hardships and sufferings incident to that series of desperate forced marches by which the 13th Vermont Regiment reached that battlefield.   There is elsewhere recorded, in this history, an account of the valuable and humane services Sergeant Clark rendered a disabled comrade on his journey from Baltimore, Md., to Brattleboro. Vt., where the 13th Vermont Regiment was mustered out.

In the fall of 1864 he went to New Orleans, and was for two years employed by a firm of wholesale grocers and cotton factors of that city. He then returned to Vermont and engaged in merchandising in Milton as a member of the firm of Ladd & Clark. He sold out his business in Milton in 1871; went to New York and became a member of the Importing House of Davis, Clark & Co., where he prosecuted a successful business until 1S86, when he retired. In 1878, at Jlilton, Vt., he was married to Miss Kate Clark Rixford, with whom and three daughters he is now living at East Orange, N. J. His loyalty to Vermont lias been as unvarying as her mountains. She has been the Mecca of all his pilgrimages. He has large property interests in the State, and always maintains a home in his native town. There is no more enthusiastic or devoted member among the survivors of the 13th Vermont Regiment than Colonel Henry O. Clark. He was president of the Regimental Association and of the Committee and of the sub-committee on Regimental Monument, the erection of which was largely
due to his exhaustless energy and intelligent and persistent efforts and liberality, ably seconded by his co-workers on the subcommittee. He is a member of Lafayette Post, G. A. R., New York, and has held various positions in the G. A. R. and is now president of the Association of the 1st Army Corps. Two facts in this sketch must have attracted the attention of the most casual reader. No consent to navigate the Occoquan River was given to any other, and no general consent could have been given without involving results that no regimental commander could have sanctioned. Ergo, Sergeant Clark was a favorite with his military associates. Scouts wear their uniforms and are not disguised; but, except one other whose skill had made him a necessity to the natives, Sergeant Clark was the only one they tolerated. He was therefore a favorite
also with Virginians.

I shall attempt no analysis of this record, or comment further upon it. But, It I were to picture my own ideal of the best type of a Green Mountain Boy nearing his majority, I would present a healthy, vigorous, strong limbed, broad shouldered, full
chested, strong spined, broad headed, rosy cheeked, stalwart, athletic specimen; clear eyed, patriotic, intelligent, honest, fearless, active and brave; endowed with fortitude, courage, invention, enterprise and strong common sense.  A pessimist seems like one, who having a choice between two evils, takes them both.

My Green Mountain Boy is no pessimist. He is cheerful, hopeful, confident, and always expects that good will come. If ill comes instead he makes the best of it. His politeness does not consist in the adoption of certain set rules and ceremonial forms; it wells up from the basis of all true politeness-natui'al goodness of heart. It is a pleasure to him to be kind and helpful to others. By the most eminent authority, therefore, he never lacks friends — "he shows himself friendly". Every survivor of the 13th Vermont Regiment will easily recognize one of the originals of this picture. It is for the general reader to determine whether it is discernable in the foregoing record. During the battle of Gettysburg there were none in his regiment who fought more bravely, or entitled themselves to more glory than Sergeant Henry O. Clark. And the
13th Vermont Regiment fought desperately on that field, and history accords it much glory.



Was born and educated in Essex. In August, 1862, he was employed as a clerk in a store in Winooski and there enlisted in Company D. He was made a sergeant, and as such, served till he was discharged in May, 1863, on account of sickness. When well, he was of a remarkably cheerful disposition, always ready to hear a tale of woe and relieve the trouble, if in his ijower. Full of fun his hearty laugh was recognized throughout the entire regiment, strict in the discharge of duty, he was unusually respected, he had the faculty, or a genius for cooking, and was unanimously elected cook of the sergeant's tent, and served many a meal that was voted to be equal to that prepared by some women, and superior to those by many. After leaving the army, he devoted his time to farming on the old homestead in Essex for many years, moving from there to Winooski, and now is a resident of Burlington.


Is a native of Milton and received a common school education in that town. He enlisted at the first call in the 1st Vt. Regiment, and served until the regiment was discharged at the end of its time of service. In August, 1862, he reenlisted in Company D, and being the only man of that Company having had actual military experience, was made orderly sergeant. In the spring of '63 he was promoted to a Lieutenancy and transferred to Company C of the 13th Regiment. He was a rigid disciplinarian, but entirely fair, and asked only that a man should do his duty. In- tellectually very bright, with a keen wit, always in good humor, a great story teller, and exceedingly versatile, he was a general favorite. After the war he lived in Milton and Burlington, and is at this writing in Charlestown, Mass.

Orcas C. Wilder, Vermont.

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son of Levi and Beniice Bates Wilder, was born at Waitsfield, Vt., May 9th, 1828.
His father and grandfather were among the early settlers of the town of Waitsfield and of the old Puritan stock of Massachusetts. They originally came from England where it has been possible to trace the genealogy to Nicholas Wilder a military chieftain in the army of the Earl of Richmond at the battle of Eosworth in 1485. He was reared on the old Wilder farm, received a common school education with one teim at Randolph Centre Academy, and at the age of 20 learned the carpenter's trade, which he followed for several years up to the time that he bought the farm on which he has since lived. February 11th. 1855. he was married to Mary Elizabeth Holden. youngest daughter of Elijah and Orpha Holden of Waitsfield. Vt., and to them seven children were born as follows: Alice M., born August 1st, 1856,married Orville H. Richardson of Waitsfield, now residing in Montpelier, Vt. Frederic P., born September 18th. 1858, married, living in Waitsfield, Vt. Levi O., born March 12th, 1865, married, living in Middlesex, Vt. Enos E., born April 28th. 1867, died September 22nd, 1896. Ellen F., born September 14th. 1869, married Rev. F. M. Buker of Lewiston. Me., now residing in North Sterling, Conn. Josephine C, born August 11th,1873, married Frank H. Brown of Waitsfield, Vt., now residing in Burlington, Vt. Roy J., born August 30th, 1875, married, living in Springfield, Mass.

Above I have given you a little of my personal history and now will add something of my army life. In 1862 when the call came from President Lincoln for 300,000 nine months' men, I felt that duty called me, and leaving my wife and two small children with the care of our large farm, I enlisted August 17th, 1862. A few days were spent in getting men to enlist and August 25th, 1862 a company was organized, known as Company B of the 13th Vermont, of which I was chosen Captain. We drilled for several weeks and September 30th. were ordered to Biattleboro where October 10th,we were mustered into the service and on October 11th left for Washington, D. C. and from that time on we were Uncle Sam's soldiers. During the first days of our encampment First Lieutenant Nathaniel Jones Jr. was taken sick and died October oOth. His death was the first break in our ranks and it cast a gloom over the whole company, for Jones was a brave man and excellent soldier, whose place could not easily be filled One little incident which occurred while we were encamped on Capitol Hill, smphasized the sturdy New England bravery of our boys. It was the next morning after a severe wind and rain storm had struck us in the night, blowing down more than half of our tents, that the surgeon, making his morning rounds, remarked as he found the boys shivering from the cold, that he pitied them, whereupon one of the soldiers replied that he didn't, if anyone was dam fool enough to come down there he didn't deserve any pity. We all well remember our rapid moves from Capitol Hill to Camp Seward, from Camp Seward to Hunting Creek, from Hunting Creek to Camp Vermont where we made a longer stay, then the midnight march to Fairfax Station and Union Mills, the return to Camp Vermont in a blinding snow storm during which many of the boys took severe colds from which they never recovered, then back to Fairfax Court House.  And it was during our stay there that we were detailed to a three days' picket duty at Centerville where we suffered intensely from the severe cold weather and after returning one of our party, Oscar Reed, was taken to the hospital where he died within a few days. It was here also that Stuart's Raid occurred, and I well remember that one of my boys, Alonzo Bruce, who had been ill in the hospital at Fairfax Court House and ran away from there to join his company, stood in the front ranks as I passed up the line in review. Knowing that he was not able to endure what we might have to encounter, I told him that he would have to fall out which he did only to fall in again in the rear ranks. As I returned I saw him and again told him he must not go, reluctantly he stepped out saying to me as he did so, "Captain I want you to remember one thing and that is when there's anything up I want my shake in."

On January 20th, 1863 we moved to Wolf Run Shoals and on that date occurred the death of another brave comrade, John Canerday. While here about twenty-five of my Company were taken sick with the measles and the rest of us were excused from all duties for a period of two weeks or more to care for the sick. Several of the boys never entirely recovered from the effects of this illness. Our next move was to Camp Widow Violet near Occoquan ferry, where we had to draw all of our supplies from Fairfax Station with teams and when the Rebs seized our horses together with several men,three of whom belonged to my company, the Colonel was quite enraged, although the men were allowed to return, so next day when my company reached the ferry on their way across the river for a day of forage, that had been allowed us, I asked the Colonel if he had any orders to give and he said "Yes, take every dam thing you can lay your hands on." We returned with five work horses, which were used to fill the vacant places on the teams, one grey mare and one three year old colt. The Colonel took the mare and I the colt. Not very long after this, the government sent us teams with orders to give up all horses that were not private property. The Colonel rode over to my tent to ask me what I purposed to do with the grey colt, I told him I should keep it and he said lie should keep the grey niaie, whifh he did until she was shot from under him at the battle of Gettysburg, where I lost my colt.

From Camp Widow Violet we were oidered to Gettysburg where we remained until after that memorable three day's fight which will ever live in our memories as a battle nobly fought and bravely won. As we turned our faces homeward, marching over the the mountain to .Middletown, Maryland. 1 found myself too sick to keep up with the Company and Dr. Nichols induced me to ride in the ambulance which I thought was not much easier than walking until 1 got out at the foot of the mountain, and in company with Captain Lonergan, tried it again, Hut we soon came to a small house and entering found it to contain two rooms, one below and one above, with a bed in the lower room, of which we took possession without permission. We were too tired to remove oui- boots and it would have been a query which was the cleaner the bed or the boots. Here we spent the night but not alone for soon the house was filled from top to bottom with other soldiers, and aliout 11 o'clock some one asked if Cai)tain Wilder was there. I answered and was told that I had a very sick man outside. I went out and found Lieutenant Albert Clarke of Company G. He was a very sick man indeed and I took him in and onto the bed and then called to know it there was a surgeon in the house. One from a Michigan regiment responded and with the aid of Captain Lonergan, we were able to ease his sufferings. During the years which have passed since that night, many are the things that Colonel Clarke has reminded me of this incident. We were mustered out .July 1st. ISfio and returned to our homes where a few who were ill at the time, soon died. They being Sergeant Thayer, .John Baird and Albert Barnard. Albert was a brave soldier and at the battle of Gettysburg, when the order came to cease firing and the Johnnies were running back, he turned to me and said "Mayn't I fire?" he did so and remarked that there was one who would never get back Of the boys who went out with us. I have already spoken of the death of six brave comrades and to that number must add the names of Carlos Turner. Benjamin Reed, William Hathaway, Cyron Thayer and Charles Billings, all of whom died during the service. As 1 look back over the years of my life 1 can find no jieriod that ever gave me more happiness, or work that I felt better satisfied with, than the time spent and work done while in the army.


Thursday, August 09, 2012

Henry K. Southwick.

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Henry K. Southwick. Comissioned second lieutenant Second Rhode Island Infantry. Aug. 29, 1S62 ; mustered in Sept. 8, 1862 ; attigned to Co. F; promoted first lieutenant Aug. 18, 1863; mustered as such Aug. 24, 1863; commanding Co. F, July 19, 1863, until Feb 13, when relieved from duty to accept appointment as captain in the Fourteenth Rhode Island Heavy Artillery; commissioned captain Feb. 1, 1864; mustered as such March 24, 1S64, and assigned to Co. M; commanding Co. M from March 25 until July 15, 1864, and from Oct. 2, 1865, until regiment was disbanded at Portsmouth Grove, R. I., Nov. 2, 1S65 ; judge advocate general court-martial from May 6 until June 17, 1864; detached from regiment as acting assistant inspector-general Department of the Gulf from July 6, 1864, until muster out Oct. 2. 1865, with assignments to duty as follows : Acting assistant inspector general District of Carrollton, La., from July 6, 1S64, until Jan. 24, 1865; acting assistant inspector-general for infantry and artillery, District of West Florida, Jan. 15 until April 14, 1865; acting assistant inspector-general District of La Fourche, La., from April 20 until July 17, 1865 ; acting assistant inspector general Eastern District of  Louisiana (all of state south of Red River), from July 15 until Oct. 2,  1S65 ; while acting assistant inspector-general of West Florida was  also provost marshal of that district from March 18 until April 14, 1865.

Some time in January or February of 1865

While the Third Battalion was stationed at Camp Parapet, several of the officers sent for their wives, and the camp was enlivened by the presence of the gentler sex. One sad incident, however, occurred here which cast a shadow over the otherwise pleasant surroundings. Capt. Henry K. Southwick's wife was taken seriously ill, and died after a brief illness. The heartfelt sympathies of the officers and men were extended to Captain Southwick in his severe affliction. This battalion, in common with the others, suffered from the malarial diseases incident to the climate. Lieutenant-Colonel Viall says: "On the 16th of February, 1865, our entire regiment numbered 1,452, over three hundred men having died of disease. The daily sound of the dead march by the drum corps became so frequent and depressing that an order was issued to discontinue music at funerals.

Names Of Slaves Owners.

Here are a few names of slaves owners from across the United States.  I can't possibly give all the names as there are just to many, and some wrere missed because they were to hard to read..  I will name only a few from the states I have.  As some of the towns names are to hard to read I will only state the county name.  There will be no slave names only the owners and how many slaves he or she had.

When I hear the word slave I aways get a picture of a big plantation this maybe because of all my research on the Civil War.  But in truth most slaves were own by small households or small farms who only had 1to 3 slaves.  The bigger farms which we call plantations would have anywhere between 50 and 250 slaves.

I know there is a interest in finding slaves names as well as the names of those that own them.  This list is to help you get a statr.
Note. Some of the first names and surnames may be missed spelled as they were so hard to read.

Rhode Island 1790, Kent County.

Samuel Clarke, 1 slave.
Joshus Ingraham, 5 slaves.
Charles Dewoolf, 1 slave.
William Peirce, 1 slave.
William H. Bradford, 2 slaves.
John Waldson, 2 slaves.
Thomas Gray, 1 slave.
Hezekiah Munroe, 1 slave.
Elizabeth Munroe, 1 slave.
William Coggeshal, 1 slave.
Joseph Witmarsh, 1 slave.
John Childs, 2 slaves.
Lydia Carr, 2 slaves.
William T. Miller, 1 slave.
Rebekah Miller, 2 slaves.
Martin Luther, 5 slaves.
William Lewis, 1 slave.
Shubal Burr, 2 slaves.
Thomas Burdon or Burden, 1 slave.
Benjamin Barton, 1 slave.
John Mason, 4 slaves.
Mary Green, 1 slave.
Jeremiah Green, 1 slave.
Joseph Fry, 1 slave.
Sylvester Sweet, 1 slave.
James Green, 1 slave.
Ann Green, 1 slave.
Harris Arnold, 1 slave.
Rufus Barton, 1 slave.
Thomas Green, 1 slave.
Thomas Weeks, 8 slaves.
William Lippitt, 5 slaves.
Thomas Lippitt, 1 slave.
Benjamin Green, 2 slaves.
John Lippitt, 7 slaves.
Abraham Lippitt, 1 slave.
James Green, 1 slave.
Ann Green, 1 slave.
James Rhodes, 1 slave.
William Nichols, 2 slaves.
Haszard Boss, 6 slaves.

Virginia 1790, Bristol County.

Kelley Duncan, 1 slave.
Ebenezar, Tiffany, 1 slave.
Mathew Watson, 1 slave.
James Bicknall, 1 slave.
Nathaniel Smith, 2 slaves.
Edward Bosworth, 2 slaves.
Samuel Allen, 3 slaves.
John Comas, 1 slave.
Thomas K. Comas, 1 slave.
Isaac Gosham, 5 slaves.
Nubey Coggeshall, 1 slave.
Jonathan Peck, 7 slaves.
Nathaniel Peirce, 2 slaves.
Joseph Reynolds, 1 slave.
Loring Peck, 3 slaves.
Peter Church, 2 slaves.
Lydia Reynolds, 2 slaves.
Joseph Greene, 1 slave.
William Gardnier, 1 slave.
Ann Burt, 1 slave.
Sarah Munroe, 1 slave.
James Dimon, 1 slave.
Johathan Russell, 1 slave.
Samuel Wardwell, 2 slaves.
Hannah Martin, 5 slaves.
Sarah Hathgill, 3 slaves.

Connecticut 1790, Fairfield County.

Luther Bulkiey, 1 slave.
Sarah Hawley, 2 slaves.
Major Taylor, 1 slave.
John McClane, 1 slave.
Joseph M. White, 1 slave.
Frederick S. Whiting, 1 slave.
Ell Mygatt, 1 slave.
Giddeon Wakeman, 1 slave.
Talcott Burr, 1 slave.
Thomas Nash, 5 slaves.
Joseph Wakeman, 3 slaves.
Joseph Bennet, 1 slave.
Hezekiel Ripley, 1 slave.
Thaddeus Disbrow, 2 slaves.
Asahel Disrow, 1 slave.
Nathan Godfry, 1 slave.
Simon Couch, 2 slaves.
Abigall Osborn, 1 slave.
Seth Bradley, 4 slaves.
David Rogers, 2 slaves.
Samuel Bradley, 4 slaves.
Hezekiah Bradley, 7 slaves.
Joseph Hill, 3 slaves.
Ezekiel Hull, 3 slaves.
Eliphilet Hull, 3 slaves.

Maryland 1790, Ann-Arundel County.

William Weed, 9 slaves.
Elizabeth Ward, 10 slaves.
Francis Serivenor, 7 slaves.
Joseph Smith, 10 slaves.
Walter Harrison, 9 slaves.
Prisclila Simmons, 21 slaves.
Marmaduke Wyval, 14 slaves.
Joseph Deal, 17 slaves.
Elizabeth Simmons, 6 slaves.
Richard Simmons, 10 slaves.
William Tillard, 13 slaves.
Richard Darnall, 153 slaves.
Bennit Darnall, 157 slaves.
Nicholas Darnall, 13 slaves.
Ezekel Got, 17 slaves.
James Disney 20 slaves.
Benjamin Watkins, 21 slaves.
John C. Weems, 114 slaves.
Richard Harrison, 15 slaves.
William Franklin, 26 slaves.
Jacob Franklin, 23 slaves.
Benjamin Harrison Sr., 31 slaves.
Susannah Johns, 21 slaves.

South Carolina 1790, Larens County.

Josiah Bowman, 6 slaves.
Zachariah Ballen, 5 slaves.
Joel Lucey, 3 slaves.
Nicholas Vance, 8 slaves.
Patrick Cunningham, 46 slaves.
Reubin Piles, 10 slaves.
John Milam, 5 slaves.
David Green, 5 slaves.
Jonathan Downes 5, slaves.
Thomas Cunningham 3 slaves.
Nathan Camp, 8 slaves.
James Abercromble, 15, slaves.
Joshua Saxon 5 slaves.
Richard Shackieford, 9 slaves.
William Harris, 5 slaves.
James Sullvant, 11 slaves.
Benjamin Jones 6 slaves.
John Boyd, 5 slaves.
George Watts, 8 slaves.
William Dendy, 5 slaves.
William Harden 5 slaves.
David Mayson, 6 slaves.
William Simmons, 6 slaves.
John Hunter, 7 slaves.
John Davis 6 slaves.

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Franklin Vananda & Robert Glaspie Gibbs.

Franklin Vananda, son of Peter William Vananda. Lived in Fort Wayne and Garrett. Wife Margaret Slater. Born July 1843, died August 28, 1918, Indiana. Served in the 88th VI, Co. F, was living in Garrett City Ind., in 1889.
Records Card.

Franklin Vananda - Civil War.
Age: 21.
Date Enrolled: 1862/08/01.
Where Enrolled: Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Regiment: 88.
Company: F.
Discharge Date: 1865/06/30.
Notes: Mustered out at Indianapolis, Indiana June 30, 1865. Transferred to Veterans Reserve Corps Apr. 6, 1864.

Robert Glaspie Gibbs (not in uniform). He served in the 130th, Co. F. born NY March 11, 1836. Died Lacon, Illinois, Aug 17, 1886. Wife Matilda Vananda. Son of Samuel and Elizabeth (Vincent) Gibbs.

Record card.

Robert Glaspie Gibbs-Civil War.
Age: 27.
Date Enrolled: 1864/01/14.
Where Enrolled: Ossian, Indiana.
Regiment: 130.
Company: F.
Discharge Date: 1865/12/02.
Notes: Mustered out at Charlotte, North Carolina.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Varnum H. Dawley Rhode Island.

Varnum Hoxie Dawley, son of Thomas Hopkins and Mary Nye Dawley, was born in Exeter, R. I., Jan. 27, 1844. He had three brothers and two sisters. When the organization of the Seventh was undertaken, he was employed on a farm in North Providence. Early one August morning he ceased work, went to his father in Eixeter and obtained a permit to enlist which he utilized at Wickford, Aug. 9, 1862, and reached Camp Bliss next day. He was never wounded, never secured a furlough, nor was absent from the regiment except when on detached duty at the ordnance department at Camp Nelson, Ky., from December, 1863, to March, 1864. Mr. Dawley married April 1.1866, Hannah Elizabeth, daughter of Amos and Hannah Mumford Sherman Palmer. They had two sons and one daughter, Jennie Elizabeth, who alone suryiyee. In 1875 he accepted the position of section foreman at East Greenwich, R. I., for the New York, Providence, and Boston Railroad Company, which he retained until January, 1892, when he became ill from rheumatic fever which disabled him for several months.  In June he entered the wholesale store of George M. Griffin ft Co., Providence, where he is now presont employed.

 Dawley, Vebnon H. {alias Vabnum H.). Residence, Exeter; enrolled Aug. 9, 1862; Mustered in Sept. 4; transferred to Co. I.; Mustered out June 9.

The following passages come from the 7th., Rhode Island Infantry Regimental History.

Wednesday, 1st. Reveille sounded at four a. m. While the days are very hot the nights are agreeably cool and the air quite damp, so much so that every morning the men hang their blankets in the sun to dry. This morning Varnum H. Dawley treated his blanket as usual and then returned to his tent for his knapsack. As he raised it he discovered beneath a large coiled rattlesnake which instantly gave a shrill rattle. Dawley naturally was considerably surprised, and, as this was the first time he had met one at home, he promptly retired outside. Arming himself with a club he cautiously advanced and investigated. After a vigorous combat he slew his unwelcome guest, which proved to be three and a half feet long and posseaaed of eighteen rattles. These have been carefully preserved as a reminder of
the night when he slept with a rattler under his knapsack pillow.

Wednesday, 8th. Six crossed at a time on a raft, at each end of which was a rope connected with the proximate shore. Varnum H. Dawley was one of those stationed at either end of the raft, and, by means of a punting pole, assisted those hauling at ropes from terra firma. The distance was a number of rods, the water very deep and dark and the current strong.  Meanwhile a second tempest of almost equal severity burst upon us, but all we could do was simply to stand and brave its fury. When daylight appeared the entire regiment had been safely transferred to the farther shore.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Alexander Beach, New Jersey.

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Alexander Beach, Jr., enlisted May 30th, 1861, as a private in Company K, Second New Jersey Volunteers ; was commissioned Second Lieutenant, Company B, Eleventh New Jersey Volunteers, August 16th, 1862; First Lieutenant, March 6th, 1863; Adjutant, August 26th, 1863; Captain, Company I, June 13th, 1865 ; wounded at Chancellorsville, May 4, 1863.  Adjutant Beach was, under all circumstances, a thorough and reliable officer, and during his term of service, by his upright and manly bearing as a soldier, he commanded? the respect and -confidence of his superior officers. He received special mention for his gallant behavior at the battle of Locust Grove. He now resides in Newark, N. J.

The wounding of Alexander Beach.

The next day (the 5th) the rebel sharpshooters kept up an annoying fire, and several men of the Eleventh were wounded, among them Lieutenant Beach. When Beach was struck, one of Berdan's Sharpshooters asked " if that fellow hit any one." When told that Beach was struck, he replied : " I have my eye on the "Son-of- ." The next instant there was a report, and the " reb " came tumbling out of a tree. During the 4th and 5th, besides Lieutenant Beach, twenty-three men were wounded. Had the regiment remained in position at the edge of the wood during the entire artillery fire it would have been almost annihilated.

Lieutenant Beach, who was wounded at Chancellorsville, relates the following interesting incident, which occurred on his way to Washington :

" I was wounded early in the morning of the last day of the fight, and was put in an ambulance with a wounded Confederate belonging to an Alabama regiment. We were driven to the steamer at Aquia Creek to be transported to Washington. The Confederate was laid on a cot next to mine on the upper deck.  Before we left the dock, President Lincoln telegraphed he was coming down to look after the wounded, and the vessel was detained until he arrived. As he came on our deck, grasping the hand and speaking a word of comfort to every one, the Alabamian asked me who it was coming. I told him it was President Lincoln. He then asked me if the President would speak to him. I replied I thought so. When the President came to his cot, he took his hand and asked about his comfort and if his wound had been dressed, and showed as much interest in his welfare as he did in any of our own soldiers. When he left, the Confederate was in tears and was completely overcome by the kindly interest of the man against whose authority he was fighting. He said he hoped to live to return to his home and tell his people how the great heart of Abraham Lincoln had gone out toward him a " rebel."