Prisoners of War Accounts
October 1863 to July 1865
Oct. 1st 1863
I have had a nice time for the last two weeks. My regiment (that is what had not been killed, wounded, or missing) was captured just after dark on Sunday night., 20th Sept. I escaped as usual without a wound, my horse was killed under me early in the engagement, my second horse the rebs took from me after I was captured. We arrived here last night pretty well used up. I received a couple of pretty sharp raps from spent bullets which in addition to loss of sleep, poor food and general disgust, renders me sore cross and very much dissatisfied with my situation. My regiment behaved very well (considering that it was a green regiment) in the fight of the 19th and 20th. We have heard nothing from our servants so I conclude that Charles escaped with my best horse and other private property. It is impossible to tell when we will be exchanged. Some of the officers here have been here five months.
Please send me by Express a couple of blankets, two pairs drawers, socks and a couple of woolen shirts, two handkerchiefs a chess board and men, Books and something to eat- direct to me Prisoner of War- Libby Prison Va. care of Genl Meredith, Commissioner of exchange. Via Fort Monroe Va. put them in the Post Office unsealed as they have to be read by officers on both sides. I met a number of old friend at Atlanta Ga. all of them in Braggs Army. As army is some distance from Richmond it is doubtful about my finding any one here that I know.
We are going to find it troublesome to pass the time here, five hundred or more officers in the three rooms with nothing to do. Please write Father as he may not receive my letter. Love to the family.
Oct. 10th 1863
Please hurry up those articles I sent for. It is quite cold and we are without blankets or spare clothing of any kind. Send me ten dollars in Greenbacks.
Strange to say, very few of the prisoners are ill, the prison is crowded dirty and cold.
The Confederate authorities show very little policy in their treatment of prisoners. It is to be hoped that some arrangement will be made soon for our exchange - I am well - Love to the family -
1st Sergt I. Arthur to his Aunt from Libby Prison
Libby Prison, Richmond Va. Oct 14th 1863
I was in the battle of Chickamauga - was taken prisoner on the evening of the 2d days fighting, brought to Richmond, and am now in Libby. Have been here fourteen days. I am well and doing as well as could be expected. You need not look for another letter while I am in the rebel lines. I trust it will not be long before I can get to go home. My love to all.
I. C. Arthur
Colonel Caleb Carlton Letter from Libby Prison
Oct. 17th 1863
I have directed my Quartermaster to send Charles with what property I have with the Regt. Wagons to you. If the horse Charles rode on Sunday escaped unhurt, he will be sold and Charles will deliver the proceeds to you. The horse will doubtless sell for two hundred or in that vicinity. You can pay Charles at the rate of fifteen dollars a month. I think I have paid him only ten dollars since he has been with me. He has been with me since the 24th of June. I have pay due from the Sixth of July, which I think will clear us of debt and start us even with the world if I can ever get out to draw it.
We have a new story daily as to our being exchanged or paroled. As yet they have amounted to nothing but reports. A few persons have been exchanged since we have been here. Chaplains Doctors etc. we were not sorry to lose them. That humbug Genl Neal Dow arrived here a few days ago. It is nearly a month since I have recd a letter from you and am very anxious to hear from you. Love to all.
Oct. 29th 1863
A letter from Rhoda arrived yesterday it is the only communication I have received from any of you since I was captured. Please send a pair of blankets two pair of socks two pair drawers and two woolen shirts, some books and newspapers, also something to eat. Dried beef, canned fruit or whatever you can send easily, anything in the liquor line would be acceptable. I asked for these articles in my first letter but suppose you have not received it. We manage to exist here, but it is severe. We wear the same clothes we were captured in, do our own cooking and washing. We sleep on the floor, my saddle blanket forms my bed and covering. Altogether we are a well dressed and nice looking set of gentlemen.
Send me ten dollar Greenback.
Direct to me
Prisoner of War
Letters by Mail
Box by Express Via Fort Monroe
Prisoners of the 89th Ohio. Letters were received last week from Lieut. Col. Glenn; Capt. Ad. Glenn, of Co. A, Capt. D. M. Barrett, of Co. I and other members of the 89th Regiment, who were taken prisoners at the battle of Chicamauga. The officers are confined in the Libby prison at Richmond, the men in various other prisons in that city. They write that they are tolerably well treated, and are as comfortable as could be expected, in the crowded condition of the prisons. Capt. Barrett says it was rumored at the time he wrote last, (Oct. 12) that some of the prisoners were to be removed to North Carolina.
The box arrived a few days since. The contents adds greatly to my comfort. You can send me a box of eatables once in two weeks "until further orders." Send in your next, a knife fork and spoon plate cup and saucer, a couple dozen candles, Roast turkey chicken or anything in the fancy line. I have clothes enough and money sufficient for the present. I have received one letter from Rhonda and two from Capt. Scott, but none from you. Why.
OUR PRISONERS IN RICHMOND!
LETTER FROM AN OFFICER OF THE 89TH O.V.I.
Full and Interesting Account of the Part Taken by the 89th in the Battle of Chickamauga, and their Capture by the Enemy.
We have been kindly permitted to publish the following very interesting extracts from a letter written by an officer of the 89th Ohio, a well known and respected citizen of this county, to his wife, dated
Libby Prison, Richmond, Va,
November 15th, 1863.
Dear Wife: I received last night the carpet bag and clothing, &c., sent me, in good order, all right, except the shoes, which are so small and narrow that I cannot wear them, also the shirt is rather small. I also received your letter.
There were about 250 boxes, barrels and bags of stuff came yesterday and was all delivered to the prisoners here, so that a large number of the officers are now living well. When I first came here I did not understand things here altogether, therefore did not know how do write or what to write, in order to be sure that it would go through. I therefore resolved to write or say any thing to insure success, hence said in so many words, that my treatment was good. I can now say that that was simply false. In my subsequent letters, however, I made the statements that our treatment here was much better than I anticipated. That is the truth. The worst that we have to contend with is the rations, but we have had the privilege of buying vegetables, &c., from the market here whatever it was to be had, so that by buying butter at about $6 to $8 per pound, sweet potatoes about $30 to $40 per bushel, and all other things in proportion, we got along very well. Col. Carlton, Lieut. Col. Glenn, Capt. Glenn and myself have been messing together, so far as what we bought and received from home went; as for rations issued, the prisoners are messed in numbers of about 30 to a mess, each having a cook of our own number. The rations issued are half a loaf of bread per day to the man, weighing I suppose, from 8 to 10 ounces, five ounces of meat, mostly fresh beef, and a little rice. The meat is made into soup for dinner and hash for breakfast, by the addition of vegetables bought. We have cook stoves, about one to 100 men. The cooks of the large masses only cook rations furnished, each side-mess furnishing and cooking its own outside things. We cooked promiscuously until Col. Carlton received a box from his wife at Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 12 days ago, containing a nice lot of ground Java coffee, sugar, Irish potatoes, dried beef, crackers, &c. Since that time, we have been cooking regularly, each one a week, my week is going on now, and will be out Tuesday, the 17th, when I shall be relieved for three weeks by the other three. I now have on the stove a bucket of sweet potatoes cooking while I write, enough for dinner and supper both. Capt. Glenn received a box of stuff last night from Hillsboro, containing ham, butter, sugar, coffee, &c., so we are now fairing first-rate. We have to exchange our money for Confederate money here and get from $7 to $7.50 for $1, to buy stuff with.
Our prison is a large tobacco warehouse; the rooms are about 120 feet long by 40 wide. We have from 150 to 200 men in the room. There are now here fully 1,000 officers, about 84 surgeons, who will go away soon, which will give us a little more room. For the last week or two our rations have been cut down to corn bread, instead of wheat bread, and that of a poor quality, and no meat three-fourths of the days. Rebel officers here say it is because flour cannot be had here for either love or money. When we first came here, about the first of October, flour was selling from $40 to $50 per barrel, now it is from $90 to $100, and cannot be had for that except in very limited quantities. I believe upon the whole, they are treating us about as well as they can, and keep up their names as good rebels.
We get daily Richmond papers here every morning. The cry is all the time that "the Yankee prisoners are eating up all the provisions, and there are citizens starving for want of them." Wood is now $30 per cord, and very scarce at that, corn $15 per bushel, candles $1 a piece, and the meanest kind at that. The poorest quality of small-sized letter paper costs from 12 Ĺ to 15 cents a sheet.
Our prospects for getting away from here soon are not very flattering. I want you to send me a box of stuff every four weeks until I direct otherwise. Put in ground coffee, sugar, butter, ham, beef, fruit and jellies, about a pound of good candles, a lot of newspapers and things to read. We have been here furnished from the North, testaments, tracts, and a variety of religious reading material. Put in the Highland News, and also the paper containing be election returns of the Highland election for county officers by townships. Fill in some good green apples, Irish potatoes, and put in cheese, crackers, and cakes of all types that will not spoil on the road, and in short, anything that is good to eat and plenty of it.
Write me long letters and lots of them. The length of letters coming here is no objection to them, it is only those going away that they say must be short. Your advice to me to be of good cheer is indeed very reviving and I can do no better than to say the same to you. The main thing here is the confinement. We are not allowed to go out of the building at all, although each officer has access to the rooms of any of the others at any time. Owing to the necessarily sedentary life here, we have not such appetites as we had in the field, and want something lighter to eat.
I recovered from my camp sickness, and when I joined the regimental at Bridgeport, the Doctor and Colonel both said I had better stay back. I told the Colonel I was going with him if he would let me. He said he expected we would have pretty hard times. I improved and felt well for several days, but was sick again on the 15th. When the regiment went out to Ringgold, about 14 miles on a reconnaissance, with Gen Steedman in command of six regiments, I rode in the ambulance until we arrived nearly to the rebel pickets, when I took command of my company and remained with it during the engagement, (which was only a skirmish) and returned in the ambulance. I was always determined my company should not go in a fight without me, if I was possibly able to be with them. We returned to camp all safe and right the next day. We were ordered out early on Saturday morning the 19th. All knew it was a fight then. We knew Rosecrans had telegraphed to Chattanooga the night before that the fight would commence that day. We went out with 339 men, and were engaged about two hours that evening in a skirmish and partial engagement, making it what we thought, tolerably hot about half the time. I had only one man wounded in my company that evening, (John C. Johnson.)
We lay on our arms in line of battle during the night, till about 8 o'clock in the morning, when we fell back about a mile and reformed our line in an advantageous position and lay down to receive the attack of the momentarily expected enemy. In a very short time our wagon came up and issued two days rations, coffee, sugar, bread and meat. The boys were very hungry and began to put them in haversacks as fast as possible, but before we could possibly get them all in, we were ordered to fall in and march to the rear a short distance, and then crossed at once to the right of Gen. Thomas' corps, a distance of nearly 5 miles. With the brave Gen. Gordon Granger, and Gen. Steedman at our head, we were at once ordered forward to gain a certain very elevated point on Missionary Ridge, and hold it at all hazards. That we did going forward on double-quick-time. A good part of the time we could not see the men for the dust. For the last mile we were shelled on both sides by the rebels, but went on double-quick step, dodging occasionally as the shells came closer, until we gained the point to which we were ordered, the 22d Michigan regiment in front of us, and the 115th Illinois in front of them. Very soon, however, after our line halted, the 22 Michigan fell back under a heavy fire to our left, and formed on it. Another moment and here came the 115th Illinois, wounded, straggling, running, and line broken. At this moment our men began to prick up their ears, as they heard the yells of the rebels as they followed closely after the Michigan and Illinois troops pouring into their broken ranks a very heavy fire. Gen. Steedman rode along the line in front of them and tried in vain to rally them as they approached our line. Col. Carlton ordered our regiment to lie down, which we did, and they passed over us, trampling on a good many of our men as they went over the line, some with and some without guns, some carrying wounded, others limping on one leg, and so on.
It was at this moment our regiment was to be tried. The rebel lines following up with a yell, as if their victory was complete. As the balls began to reach our line, I shall never forget the command of our gallant little Colonel, who knew we were not accustomed to such a fire as was coming. He sat on his horse within a few rods of where Gen. Steedman's horse had been shot under him, and where a few minutes after, his own horse suffered the same fate but he sat as cool as a preacher in a pulpit, and commanded, "steady, steady, steady!!!" Then we opened a terrific fire of volley after volley into their ranks, for the space of three-quarters of an hour, their line waving to and fro, while ours was as steady as a clock, and by this time they went back, leaving the ground literally strewn with their dead and wounded. We had no orders to go forward and did not follow them, but had not long to wait till they came again with fresh troops to dislodge us from our position; but we again sent them back howling as before; and so on, until nearly dark, they made charge after charge against our single line, only to be as often repulsed with great slaughter each time to them and comparatively small loss on our side.
It was now nearly night, when the lines having given way on both right and left of us, we were subjected to an enfilading fire of shot, shell and musketry, thus flanking us, so that we were forced to turn our line, but we rallied again and charged again, driving them back. By this time our ammunition was gone, having fired sixty rounds, besides all we could gather from the boxes of the dead and wounded. The firing having ceased, we selected a spot to lie down and await the darkness of the night to work our way back, knowing the rebels were three or four lines deep in our rear. We had sent back an hour before sun-down that our ammunition was nearly gone, the order came back as before, to hold that point.
Soon after dark the rebels knowing we were there, so disposed their forces as to open fire upon and charge us from three sides, having a brigade on the fourth or front, to renew the attack while the others closed in and surrounded us, and thus we were sacrificed to save the other part of the army and prevent a complete route of our whole line, and the rebel occupation of Chattanooga. All the accounts of the great battle admit that for the timely aid of Gens. Gordon Granger, Thomas would have been overwhelmed and ruined, after the falling to pieces of Gen. Crittenden and McCooks corps.
It was when we were flanked and forced to turn our line, that our regiment suffered severely. I had 20 men in the fight, two were killed - Wm. Syphord and C. Carey - 18 prisoners - wounded. About 3 or 4 ran away during the fight - their names I forbear to mention.
The names of the prisoners here are Sergts. H. H. Redkey, D.B. Robbins and R.C. Barrett, Corporals J.W. Lucas, Lewis McNeal, John Arbuckle and Amos T. Rees; Privates J.D. Clark, John Carter, John B. Davis, J.P. Dedrick, S.W. Kelly, James W. Ludwick, W.H. Martin, Samuel Nolder, Peter Smith and P.W. Shriver. I cannot now recollect the names of all the wounded. McCoy, Countryman and Kisling were seriously wounded, balance I think but slightly.
Your favors of Oct 26th & Nov 1st received. The ten the Confederate authorities have deposited to my credit.
The box was received some days ago. Georges donation is rarely ever idle.
Capt. Robinson is here and in robust health. I am now smoking one of his best cigars. There is a young officer here from Grants Army a Mr. Boce (perhaps that is not the way he spells his name, still it is near enough for you to recognize it) of Reading Pa.
Timoney has heard from his wife with a vengeance and learns to his disgust that a young lady instead of a young gentleman has been added to his responsibilities. Have you heard anything about Neds orders. No prospect of an exchange. So I am dead (in a Military point of view) and you will have to be satisfied with my present small amount of glory. Love to the family. You will have to give up the idea of holding my Hand.
Mrs. C. H. Carlton
Mr. E. M. Pollock
When you send me a box you can easily send me letters concealed in books etc.
You can send me liquor in sealed jars, marked fruit etc. Send me some brandy one candlestick and twenty or thirty candles in your next
Late News From Richmond.
[We give a short extract of a letter just received from one of our soldiers, now a prisoner at Richmond Ed]
Please allow Co. A, 89th O. V. I. the privilege of telling their friends where and how we are through the columns of your paper.
On Saturday, Sept. 19th, we want into the Chickamauga fight, and last Sunday evening the whole regiment was surrounded, and made prisoners.
We came through to this place by railroad; reached here Sept. 30th; 18 of A are known to be here. In one room or building are
J. C. Arthur, J. U. Brown,
T. J. Barrere, Thomas Hern,
B. A. Willets, J. Lambert,
Enoch Hern, Mike Miller,
Isma Troth, George Runnion,
A. Black, J. O. Scott,
George Brooking, J. D. Shaper,
John Bruce, Wm. Wood.
In the other building are James Brown and Stephen Staley.
We are all enjoying good health fare as prisoners usually fare have two meals per day have no blankets weather pleasant.
Our Captain L. A. Glenn and Col. W. H. Glenn were well a few days ago.
1st Sergt I. Arthur to his Aunt from Danville Prison
Prison No 1, Danville Va, Nov. 24th, 1863.
I wrote you a letter some few weeks since from Libby Prison, telling you that I was well, and also saying that you not look for another letter from me while in the rebel lines; but finding out that I could receive letters from home I have concluded to write again, telling you where to direct, so I could hear from you once more. We were brought to this place on the 18th, having been in Libby forty three days. I like our present prison much better then Libby. Although we do not get any more to eat [one meal per day] yet it is much more pleasant. The people appear to take more interest in our welfare than they did in Richmond. It would be impossible for me to give you the least idea of prison life on one page of paper - all that we are allowed to write. Upon the reception of this letter, I want you to sit down and answer it immediately. I have almost come to the conclusion that we will be kept here till Spring, so when you write send me as much paper and as many envelops as you can put in, also one dozen stamps, so I can write to you often. Paper, envelops and stamps are very scarce here. Tell all the folks in and about Hillsboro, that have friends here, to write to them. Where is Jack? I have heard nothing of him since he was in Iowa City. If he is at home, tell him to write to me at once. If there is no prospect of an exchange, I want you to write once or twice every week. Love to Grandma and all the folks. Direct to Co "A" 89th" O.I. Prison No1, 3rd Floor, Danville, Va.
I am well and have had good health ever since I was captured.
You are allowed to write one page. When you write, write a "fool's cap" page full and underline it.
Give me all the local news when you write.
Love to all.
Your affect. Neph.
I. C. Arthur
Colonel Caleb Carlton Letter from Libby Prison
The second box arrived today. I cannot compliment you upon your style of packing articles for transportation. The heavy articles had so much play that they smashed the plate saucer, the pickle and Jelly jars, mustard etc. However I managed to save most of the articles. Unfortunately the brandy bottle was not broken for by some strange law of his own the Inspector declared it contraband and took possession of it, doubtless for his own private drinking. Cheese and mustard you need not send as I do not eat either. The box arrived just in time as we were nearly out of extras. Tobacco you need not send as I can easily obtain it here. The books are acceptable I have devoured Harpe already You will find me very accomplished in the domestic line when I am released. Am good at washing dishes, making coffee, roasting potatoes, cant boast of my ability in washing clothes dont see the use of soap on colored clothes. Love to the family. Keep me advised as to your health.
Good night, the sentinels are shouting "Lights Out"
Dec 1 1863
Dear brother one + all
Iíll write to you a few lines. I am well + hope you are all the same. Been a long time since I heard from home, but trust soon of having the privelige of seeing you all again. Now near 3 months since I heard from you.
I read through the Testament here. Oh how Iíd like to spend holidays at home, but we have to pay part of our rations for this paper so I canít write much.
All write when you get this. Take care of my things + if the family need anything get it for them. Trade with Jim Metzgar if it suits. No more remain your brother till death. My love to one + all.
Direct to Robt D Noftsgar
Prisoner of war
R D Noftsgar
Colonel Caleb Carlton Letter from Libby Prison
Dec 8th 1863
My Dear Little Wife
Your favor of Nov. 26th arrived this morning. I am glad to see that you are cheerful and are not particularly fearful about the result of that affair. I do not think your Father could do me any good at Washington. Scott will do all that is necessary. I have written to him about a special exchange and he will attend to it if he thinks there is a chance of it succeeding. There is a chance I think The refusal of the South to exchange Negro soldiers is the cause of our detention. I think they will agree to it before long, they would be foolish not to for they will get the advantage of a white soldier in exchange for a negro.
As to names we will hunt up some when I get home.
I suppose some officer has employed Charles and that Harker or Crook have taken the horse to keep until I return. I have written to Crook to sell the horse and to pay Charles, so you need not worry about the matter. Crook will attend to it properly. What pictures do you refer to as still in my possession.
Scott writes that the officers of the Regt. chalked my name out of the Register on the authority of Genl Baird who wrote his wife that I had been killed. The regt. is now on duty at Fort Richmond (near New York). Shall I go back to the Regulars.
It would be well to have my trunk sent to Harrisburg. The weather here is quite like winter. There is nothing that I need particularly except something to eat have as many clothes as I can take care of and money sufficient for present use. Have you heard of the result of Crook's application for Ned. Love to the family.
Dont fail to let me hear from and of you as often as possible
Dec 10th 1863
Dear Little Wife
Enclosed you will find a picture of Libby Prison. Not a pretty place to look at or a pleasant place to be in.
I expect the box by the next boat. The Inspector is getting very suspicious of cans lately and stabs them all with a knife and if liquor runs out confiscates the can. Please send me some paper and envelopes and postage stamps. Fill the boxes up with late newspapers not old ones. Please tell Rhoda.
What chapter are you reading now. I am making up for lost time and am not anxious to do more than is necessary.
How do you like "Max" for a little one.
Detail one of your sisters to write to me (if you are not able) and see that she attends to her duty.
Get the "Shadow of Ashlydyat" (Queer name isnt it) by Mrs. Henry Wood and when you read it, see if one of the characters does not remind you of the subject of some of our conversations.
Love to the family,
Relief for our Richmond Prisoners
Letters have been received from Lt. Col. Glenn, Capt. Ad Glenn and Capt. D. M. Barrett, of the 89th Ohio, prisoners at Richmond, Va., stating that the boxes of provisions recently sent them from this county came safely to hand, and were delivered to them by the rebel authorities. Their situation was made much more comfortable by the receipt of these timely supplies.
About $250 was subscribed by our citizens last month to furnish provisions for our prisoners at Richmond, which was placed, in the hands of the Christian Commission to be expended for that purpose. Another subscription is now being raised, and we hope all will give liberally, as it is now known beyond doubt that provisions will reach our brave and suffering soldiers and fellow citizens, many of whom have be starving for want of food. Let us hasten to send them relief before it is too late.
Dec 16th 1863
My Dear Little Wife
Your favor of Nov. 29th arrived today. Your favor of Dec. 2d & 3d received and answered several days ago. The box and articles arrived in good order and all right. Unfortunately we are not allowed to receive any more boxes and consequently will have to come down to Confederates rations. It will be a fortunate thing for you young housekeepers for when we do get home there will be but little grumbling about meals or the style of cooking them. No prospect of an exchange yet. Probably no exchanges until the Confederates agree to the exchange of Negro soldiers. If it was in my power it would not take me long to decide the question. I would give a half dozen negro soldiers for one white soldier and be well satisfied with the bargain. If I had my choice I should take Timoneys side, but will not be sorry either way, provided the other party does not suffer too much and is not injured by the result. I hope and pray it is decided by this time and the result satisfactory to you.
Tell your Mother not to worry about Ned the mere fact of his not writing is nothing, young men are not regular in such things. I would not be disgusted if I was in his position and I would not object to change places with him, It will hardly be necessary for me to ask her to take good care of you. Dont Henpeck her too much. It is a pity I cannot be with you to relieve her in that line dont you think so little woman. Rhoda writes that Grandmother refused to dine with them on Thanksgiving day until your letter was received informing them I was not suffering for food. The old lady it seems thought she would not enjoy good living while I was suffering. Nothing new in Cleveland - An order has just been received from Genl Winder countermands the order about boxes. So we can receive them and I have written to Rhoda to send on a supply regularly Love to the family Dont forget to keep a young lady at work - writing to me
Dec 23rd 1863
Dear Little Wife
I am so glad your trouble is over and you are well that is well considering the circumstance. Your Fathers letter was a great relief, for the last few weeks have been anxious one for me and I suppose for you also. I shall expect a letter by the next mail giving full details of the young stranger, with description of eyes hair (if any) etc etc. What do the young ladies think of being Uncles.
If you think it will please the young man you can give him by love
Love to you, little Mother.
Jan 10th 1864
Two mails have passed without a letter from you. No news since the 8th Dec 1863.
Guy Henry Walter Lee Max Kit
What do you think of this choice selection of names. Are they not queer enough to suit you. No boat for two weeks.
Jan 20th 1864
What a horrible loss Sister has had. Poor thing how lonely she must be. Such an unexpected thing and all of the little ones at once. Not one spared to cheer her. I hope Jim will take her away from home and travel about with her for some months. I can hardly believe it is true.
Love to you and baby
Feb 7th 1864
We are now restricted to one letter (of six lines) a week. I am well. Your last L was dated Jan 3d. Rhodas L from Philadelphia arrived yesterday. No prospect of a general Exchange at present. What do you think of the names. Write often and long Letters. Love to you and Baby.
Sunday Feb 14th 64
Yours of 24th & 31st Jan recd. You may kill the Baby but dont let any one else kill (or what is the same thing) interfere with it. It is not obliged to grow any faster than it pleases. Put my Truss in a small stout box by itself and send it to me. The surgeon here promises to see that I receive it. The truss I now wear is old and I am fearful of breaking it. Attend to it at once. If your friends can get Uncle Sam to send a Rebel Colonel from Johnstons Island here for one, I think they would send me N.
Love to all. Yours
Sunday, Feb 21st
Direct the box you send my Truss in the care of the surgeon in charge of the officers Prison here. Dont send me any more boxes. We are not allowed to receive them. No prospect of a General Exchange a few special exchanges but it requires political influence to obtain them. I am well but uncomfortable and disgusted. Write often and long letters. There is one box (from you I suppose) here for me but they will not let me have it.
Love for you and baby
Feb 28th 1864
My Dear Wife
Enclosed you will find pay acct for August & Sept 1863. Geo or your Father can get the money from the Pay Master for you. Pay your debts & retain the Balance if any. Dont send me any. The ten you sent they have refused to give me. After two months of Prison fare they have commenced issuing our boxes. I received three boxes yesterday. 1 from R & 2 from you. "All right." Articles very little injured & very well selected. You can keep up the supply. Have the boxes stoutly hooped.
My six lines are up. Dont forget my Truss.
Luck love for you & Baby
Sunday March 6th 1864
Dear Little Wife
I have recd three boxes. a fourth arrived but has been confiscated as it contained liquor. Your favors of Jan 18th 24th & 31st Feb 5th 15th & 21st rec. Books recd all right. Read Very Hard Cash (by Reade) and Hannah Thouston (by Bayard Taylor) you will like them. I am well. Have you forwarded Truss. Mr. Boas & Capt Robinson are well. The articles you have sent are what I needed. A change would be for the worse. Several letters from Father & Rhoda recd. Tell Rhoda that the Turkey was the only thing that was ruined by transportation. Forgive The letter. Respects to the family. Love to you & Baby.
2d Book of Samuel
Wilson H., son of William and Mary Martin, died in Danville Hospital, Virginia, February 8th, 1864. He was born in this county December 8, 1839. He joined the Methodist Episcopal Church in the winter of 1854, and obtained the evidence of pardoned sin. The writer had satisfaction in regard to his christian course while in the service of his country in the 89th Regiment of Ohio Volunteers. Wilson said by his deportment that soldiers can serve their country and God too. At the memorable Chicamauga fight, where many of his brave comrades fell, he was taken prisoner. He was a lover of his parents, a sale friend, and a good soldier, and won the esteem and friendship of all who knew him. To be loyal to country, he left father, mother, brothers, and sisters, who mourn his early death. Of his last hours we know nothing, only that he died in the hands of his enemies. His friends must look beyond Danville for Wilson. He has left for parts unknown to rebels. We say to his remains, sleep on, loyal soldier, until the drama of the worlds history shall be closed, and the judgment fires kindled upon the world and rebels. In due time Christ shall wake the blood-soaked hosts of loyal patriots that sleep in Southern soil. The christian parents and christian friends shall stand marshaled, not under the stars and stripes, but under the blood-stained banner of Jesus Christ, with their feet upon the neck of the last rebel the devil and cry, victory ! victory ! through our Lord Jesus Christ!
Marshall, Ohio. E. Burnett.
Two of our prisoners were frozen to death on the way from Richmond to Americus, Ga., and 21 escaped from the cars.
Exchanged Prisoners of the 89th Ohio. A letter from Annapolis to the Cincinnati Times of Tuesday, says that a number of Ohio prisoners arrived there on the 2d from Richmond, and are now in the Hospital. Among them are Isma Troth and James F. Brown, of Co. A 89th Ohio, and James W. Ludwick, of Co. I, same regiment. These are all of the two companies from this county.
We left Richmond, very early the morning of May 6th; reached Danville May 7th. I was sick in the Hospital when we started suffered dreadfully on the journey and for a few days after we got there.
All the officers able to travel were sent further south on the 12th. Myself and three others were taken to the Hospital, where we are better treated than at any time since we were captured. The Doctor is kind and gentlemanly, and the matron, Mrs. White, is very kind also. I am a great deal better, indeed quite well; but weak.
S. A. Glenn
Macon, Ga, May 20, 1864.
Not knowing how long it will take a letter to reach you, I write every opportunity. I am very well. Have been three days in Macon had heavy journey from Richmond, via Danville.
Captain Glenn was left at Danville too sick to be moved. Captain Barrett is complaining some, but still able for his rations.
We have made a good change from Libby. Have three acres in an inclosure, and in a few days will have sheds to protect us from rain and sunshine. For the present have temporary accommodations made from blankets, &c.
One large house in enclosure furnishes accommodations for convalescents and commandants of squads. Officers are divided into squads of 100. I command a squad consequently get into the house.
Eight months to-day a prisoner! O! that I were with our victorious Army, pursuing Johnston over the same ground we traveled last fall.
W. H. Glenn.
Mrs. Barrett, wife of Capt. D. M. Barrett, of Co. I, 89th Ohio, who is still a prisoner in Richmond, has received letters from her husband, dated April 25th and May 2d, which she has kindly permitted us to read. The Captain says his health was good, but he was pained to learn that four of his company who were in the prison at Danville, had recently died, and two others were sick. He does not give their names. He adds that the mortality among our prisoners is fearful the deaths averaging about forty a day or 1,200 a month.
He had heard of the reported renewal of the exchange of prisoners, but supposed it was untrue, as he had heard nothing further up to the date of his last letter. About 39 officers were exchanged the 1st of May, some of whom had only been prisoners a few days, while others were left, who had been prisoners for many weary months.
We trust we may soon hear that the gallant Captain and all his fellow prisoners are exchanged, and once more in enjoyment of their liberty.
Charleston, June 30, 1864.
Dear Brother: - You will perceive by the caption of this, that we are not permanently located in the Southern Confederacy; at least not in one place. Left Richmond May 7th; stopped three days at Danville. Left Danville May 12th, for Macon, Georgia. Stopped there until 10th June, where we (50 of us, 5 Brig. Generals, 11 Colonels, 25 Lieut. Cols. and 9 Majors,) being the ranking officers at Macon, started as we supposed for exchange, and knew no better until we arrived here. When we left Macon there were about 1,250 officers there, and I suppose the number has been increased greatly since. My health is very good, and Charleston a very good place to stay at. Are very well treated, but no better than I think prisoners of war ought to be. Are quartered in a private dwelling, and have privilege of a yard large enough to play ball in. A good bath house, that we can bathe in twice a day when the tide is up. Vegetables are plenty. If we had some arrangement by which we could get money here and give checks on Northern Banks for use of Rebel prisoners in our hands, it would afford accommodations on both sides. Altogether we are very comfortable, lacking only one thing Liberty. I think it likely, after the Richmond campaign closes there will be an exchange of prisoners, but have been looking so long for such a time, have almost given it up, and conclude we are in for the war. Havent heard from home since 19th April; got a letter from you about the same time. Eleven days more makes me two years in the service, and almost one of them a prisoner. I would much rather take my chance in the front, than in prison, and there are very few but what would. I had a very severe cold in Libby, and pain in side; thought once it was going to stick by me, but got clear of it, and never had better health in my life than I now enjoy. One years wages due from Uncle Sam to-day.
One year ago to-day, I was in command of the Regiment in line of battle near Manchester, Tennessee. To-day I expect the Regiment is in some position in front of Atlanta; while my time (it looks to me) is running away uselessly. We cant understand why we are not exchanged. The Confederates claim that the matter is all arranged, but we cant see it. Write often.
Address via Hilton Head, care Maj. Gen. Foster.
W. H. Glenn.
Charleston, S. C., Sept. 19, 1864.
Dear Austin: - In conversation with an officer, lately confined at Andersonville, today, I learned much to my surprise and sorrow: that all of Company D, 89th O.V.I., excepting two Sergt Putnam and Corpl Elliott were dead, Sergt McKell among the number. Sergt Gibson of Company K, and Brown of Company A, were living.
We are much more comfortably situated here than at any place we have been, for which we are of course thankful.
M. A. Leeds, Lieut. Col. 153d O. N. G., formerly of the 89th O.V.I., is here. All of us are well except Capt. Barrett.
I should be happy to be once more an inmate of your home, but the pomp and circumstance of war forbid. Dont be afraid of making your letter too long. Direct prisoner of war, Charleston, S. C., via Hilton Head.
John V. Baird,
Lt. Co. D. 89th O.V.I.
Charleston, South Carolina
Sept. 24th 1864
Two of our Regiment leave for our lines via Atlanta in the morning, I am improving the opportunity by writing you a private letter. I can tell you but little or give you but a faint idea of my experience in the Confederacy. From a letter received a few days since, I learn that you received one of my letters from Macon, Ga. That was a horrible place. We were in a lot of about three acres surrounded by a high board fence on which the guard was placed. My quarters were in the end of a low shed open at both ends and sides, five of us had ten feet square. Our rations were very poor indeed scarcely enough to sustain life, and of such a character that a great many were afflicted with the scurvy. It was quite dangerous to leave your quarters at night, as the chances were that you would be shot as several were. I never passed as miserable a time in my life. So far from our lines that we could not or did not hear from home, deprived of everything that made life desirable. Many plans for escape were made and frustrated by the vigilance of the guard and by traitors among us. I was indeed glad when we were ordered to leave for Charlestown. A secret society had been formed at Macon for the purpose of effecting our escape by force when an opportunity presented. We had been informed that our route to Charleston would be by Savannah and up the coast road. Six hundred was the number to go, all of the society received orders. Our intentions were to capture the train between Pocataligo and Coosawhachie, a point about half-way between Savannah and Charleston, we left Savannah sometime before dark. Our plans were frustrated by the officer in charge, placing a large number of guards on the engine and first car. We arrived here on the morning of July 29th and were marched across the Ashley river and placed in the city jail, among convict negroes &c. Our situation was very poor indeed as also the rations. We remained some two weeks and were moved to the work-house (a place used to confine and punish negroes, but a better place that the jail,) I occupied a cell where some poor negroes had often ruminated on the miseries of this world, we remained there a week or so and were then moved to our present abode (Roper Hospital) a fine large well ventilated building situated in the western part of the city on Queen street; eight of us occupy a room about twelve feet square, it has a small fire place, is papered and is carpeted with oil cloth and is lighted with gas. Our rations are not very good but taking everything into consideration I must acknowledge that these South Carlinians are the most gentlemanly set of Rebels we have ever met with, and this is the only place we have ever been treated anything like men. We are on a limited parole, have the use of the building and yard which is nicely decorated and serves in the morning and evening as a place of exercise. From the third story we have a splendid view of Ashley river, James Island and the surrounding country. The flash and report of our guns on Morris Island also the shells fired at Fort Sumter and the city can be plainly seen. When fired at the city you can trace them almost from the guns until they strike. We are under fire. Three pieces of shell have struck, one through the roof of the building, one in the yard and the other in a building at the edge of the yard. Fortunately no one was injured. We have become accustomed to them and do not consider ourselves in a very dangerous situation. The yellow fever has made its appearance in the city causing a little uneasiness lest it should get among us. I have had remarkably good health since I have been a prisoner. The only time I was really sick was at Richmond which prevented my escape through the tunnel at Libby. There is but very little variation in our daily lives, Capt. Day gets breakfast, Lieut. Edmiston dinner, and myself supper; my bed consists of two blankets laid on the floor. I learned a few days since that all of my Company (sixteen in number,) were dead except two.
I notice in extracts from Northern papers and letters the opinion that the war will end this fall. I do not think so, I have been over much of the Confederacy, learned the spirit of the people and their resources. I have found a great many Union people but they can do nothing as long as their armies are not destroyed. If Grant can capture Lees army it will be the beginning of the end. Peace can only come and be permanent by completely subjugating them and that must and will be done. Let the people of the North make up their minds to this and let the war be conducted on this principle and it will not be long until we shall have peace.
Direct letters to me at Charlestown, S. C. via Hilton Head.
J. V. Baird.
Asbury Willetts and Joseph Lambert, members of Co. A, 89th Ohio, captured at the battle of Chickamauga died in the rebel prison at Andersonville, Geo., in August last. They were both citizens of this place, married men, with families, and were highly respected by all who knew them. The sad intelligence of their death was received by their friends a few days since in a letter from Mr. Jackson Brewer, of Co. K, 23d Ky. who was taken prisoner at the same time, and made his escape in September last, while a lot of prisoners were being removed from Andersonville to South Carolina.
We are glad to learn that Sergeant A. C. Gibson of the 89th Regiment, a son of Rev. J. R. Gibson, of Frankfort, and long a prisoner in the rebels hands, has recently been exchanged and has arrived at Annapolis, and we trust will soon be safely among his friends at home.
The Sufferings of our Prisoners in the South Testimony of Sergeant Cyrus Barrett, of Co. I, 89th O.V.I.
We promised last week to give our readers some account of the experience of Sergeant Barrett, of the 89th Ohio, during his 14 months imprisonment in the horrible prison-pens of the South. Sergeant B. is a young man of more than ordinary intelligence, and of the most respectable character, who is well known to many of our readers, and his statement may be relied upon as perfectly truthful and accurate, as far as the facts related came under his own observation.
Sergeant Barrett was first taken to Richmond, but soon after transferred to Danville, Va., from thence to Andersonville, Geo., and finally to Florence, S. C., where he was when paroled for exchange. He spent nearly five months at Andersonville, from April to September, during which time the mortality among our prisoners reached its greatest height, the deaths for more than six weeks, in July and August, averaging over 100 a day. During that time there were about 30,000 prisoners confined there, and on one day he counted 126 dead bodies in the dead house.
Out of 18 men of Co. I, captured at the same time as himself, he knows of but 3 others who were alive when he was released. Their names are Stephen W. Kelly, Jacob Lucas and Amos T. Rees. The two first named were exchanged recently and are now at home, and the last was left at Florence, S. C., a prisoner. When Sergeant Barrett left Andersonville for Florence, about the 1st of September last, there were three others of Co. I left at Andersonville Samuel Nolder, John Carter and Henry H. Redkey. They were then sick, and have since been reported dead but he is unable to say whether the report is true or not.
Sergeant B is now in excellent health and weighs more than he ever did before, but at one time during his imprisonment, just before leaving Andersonville, he was reduced almost to a skeleton, and weighed but 98 lbs. After reaching Florence, where our men were much better treated, he was so fortunate as to be detailed to assist in cooking for the hospital for which he was allowed extra rations, besides more freedom, and he soon began to improve rapidly, gaining as much as a pound in a single day. The commanding officer at Florence, Col. Harrison, of the 5th Georgia infantry, and his Lieut. Col Iverson, were men of some feeling, and allowed our prisoners to build sheds for their shelter, ovens for baking bread and some other privileges which added greatly to their comfort; but when Col. Winder, the Superintendent of all the rebel prisons east of the Mississippi, visited Florence to inspect the prison he was so enraged at the lenity with which Col. Harrison had treated our men, that he had him removed at once. This Winder is a cruel and brutal tyrant, who is know to all our prisoners by the name of "Dog Winder." He allows no officers to be in charge of our prisoners who show them the least mercy, or refuse to obey his instructions to the letter.
Sergeant Barrett says all the accounts published of the sufferings and inhuman treatment of our brave men who were confined in Andersonville utterly fail to equal the reality. No description, he thinks, can give an adequate idea of their terrible condition. He has frequently seen our men shot and killed by the guards for crossing the "dead line," as it is called, and knows of many being killed who had not reached the line, but were only near it. They received no warning but were shot down instantly like dogs. He also saw numerous instances where our men, giving up to despair on account of their intolerable misery, rushed madly upon the line, courting instant death by the muskets of the guards in preference to the lingering torture of dying by starvation and disease. He confirms the statement that the guards were stimulated to greater vigilance in shooting those who passed the line, by rewards of furloughs and extra rations.
The commander of the prison at Andersonville was a Capt. Wortz, a wretch who deserted from our army at the Battle of Bull Run, and was recognized by some of our prisoners who belonged to the same regiment. He was a fit tool of his master the ferocious Winder, and if possible surpassed even him in cruelty to his unfortunate victims. Sergeant Barrett often heard him openly exult over the number of our men who died under his treatment, and once heard him boast that if Lee and the other Rebel Generals killed as many "Yankees" every day as he did, the war would soon be ended! Such was the brutal ferocity of the devil in human shape, by whose orders, sanctioned and approved, no doubt, by his master, Jeff Davis, thousands of our brave men were deliberately starved and tortured to death.
Whenever any of the prisoners attempted to escape, blood hounds were set upon their track and they were hunted down like wild beasts. In May last, Sergeant B. saw three men at Andersonville who were thus pursued, and when their inhuman captors caught them, they actually formed a ring and threw them in to the dogs, who mangled them so terribly that two of the unfortunate men had to submit to amputation of an arm, and one to have his leg amputated!
At Andersonville our prisoners regular rations consisted of about 1 quart of coarse meal per day, to each man, made by grinding corn and cob together, and so coarse that before using it had to be sifted, which reduced the quantity about one-half. Besides this they got about 5 oz. beef, or 3 oz. pork, the beef miserably poor and often tainted, and the pork frequently alive with maggots. Occasionally they got a few spoonfuls of rice or beans instead of meal never any sugar or coffee. About once a month a gill of molasses was allowed them instead of meat. The rations were never cooked, and more than half the prisoners were compelled to eat them raw for want of wood to cook them.
Died Near Yellowbud, Ohio, Jan. 21st, 1864 , Sergt Joseph McQuay, in the 25th year of his age.
He died of disease contracted in the prison pens of the South. He was a member of Company K, 89th Regiment O. V. I. and enlisted in August 1862. Sergt McQuay was a brave and gallant soldier, always willing to perform any duty assigned him. In the ever memorable battle of Chickamauga, with many others of his Regiment, was captured. He was taken to Richmond, Va., and confined in Libby Prison, where he continued some time. He was removed from that prison to Danville. After staying there a season he was removed to Andersonville, Ga., where he remained until disease had reduce him to a mere skeleton; the rebels then removed him from that loathsome prison pen to Millen, Ga., where he was paroled. He was a prisoner fifteen months in the hands of those cowardly, black-hearted rebels. he came to Baltimore, Md., and was furloughed home. After coming home he revived in some measure, but it was not long until disease advanced with rapid strides, and on the evening of Dec. 1 [?], he closed his eyes in death.
We deeply sympathize with the relatives of the deceased and especially with his widowed mother who resides in Illinois, to the loss of an affectionate son, and the country a brave and prudent soldier.
K. H. M.
Died In Frankfort, in this county, on Tuesday evening, February 14, 1865, Sergeant Augustus C. Gibson, son of Rev. J. R. Gibson, in the 22d year of his age.
He enlisted on the 14th of August, 1862, and joined the 89th Reg. O. V. I. He followed the fortunes of that Regiment in Kentucky, Virginia and Tennessee through all it fatiguing marches. On the 20th of September, 1863, he was captured at the battle of Chickamauga, together with 170 of his comrades, while holding an advanced position in our lines.
He was confined in southern prisons for a period of 15 months, first at Richmond then at Danville, where many of his companions perished during the winter from hunger and exposure. In April they were sent to Andersonville, where during the summer nearly all died, he and a few others remaining to be sent to Charleston in September. From Charleston he was sent to Florence, S. C., at which place he was parolled on the 9th of December, 1864, having endured such sufferings as the kind and generous and hospitable chivalry (?) delight to bestow upon their helpless victims.
He was brought to the hospital at Annapolis, where he was visited by his father, who found him in the condition of the "man who had fallen among thieves," for the rebels literally stripped him of his raiment and had left him more than half dead. He was a living skeleton, but not a walking one, for he was too feeble to walk alone all from starvation and exposure, in a land that boasted of its plenty. He arrived at home on the 3d of Jan. 1865, but only to die.
For some time we entertained hopes of his recovery, but an all-wise Providence had otherwise determined, and we have to say Thy will be done. Augustus died in the faith of the Christian, trusting alone in the atonement of his Redeemer. Though life was sweet, death to him had no terrors. Much might be said of the social qualities of the deceased that would be interesting and instructive, but space will not permit. Suffice it say he belonged eminently to that class of whom the poet says
"And to be loved himself, needs only to be known."
In the Gazette of the issue of February 28th, I read a most interesting letter written by Mr. James Wolf, of Bourneville, Ohio. In the letter reference was made to W. N. Latta, and John W. Johnson, who were with him in his intense sufferings.
W. N. Latta was a son of Moses and Elisabeth Latta, resided near Lattaville. Feeling the emotions of patriotism in his breast, W. N. Latta enlisted in his countrys service. At the fierce and bloody battle of Chickamauga he was captured and as a prisoner borne of to Richmond, Virginia, where for some time he felt the horrors of prison-life, after which he was removed to Danville, and from there to Andersonville, where, on the 9th day of August, 1864, in the 26th year of his age, he departed this life. Mr. Latta obtained the reputation of a good soldier, faithful in all the duties assigned him to perform. For about nine years he was a faithful member of the M. E. Church, discharging all the obligations of the church of his choice.
John W. Johnson was born in Ross county and was the son of William and Elizabeth Johnson. He was a member, as was W. N. Latta, of Company H, 89th Ohio Regiment. He shared the same fate of many others, being captured at the engagement of Chickamauga, and was incarcerated in the prisons of Richmond, Danville and Andersonville, where he died August 8th, 1864, in the 21st year of his age. Being reared by pious parents, having in early life received virtuous impressions, hesitated not to give Christ his heart. For some nine or ten years he was a member of the M. E. Church, evincing by conduct that he had learned of Christ.
When Mr. Johnson enlisted in the service of his country he was young, but he discharged the duties of a soldier faithfully, and at last laid his life on the altar of his country as a sacrifice.
Doubtless the hearts of the friends were made sad when they received the intelligence of the death of these noble young men; for noble they were. If they had only been permitted to have died at home, surrounded by loved ones, where the gentle hand could have been permitted to wipe the sweat from the burning brow and to impart blessings in the fearful struggle, it would have afforded great consolation. But dying in a far off enemys land, amidst cruelties and starvation, must strike sadness to the hearts of the parents, brothers and sisters of the departed. Yet while they mourn for sons and brothers, they mourn not as those who have no hope, anticipating the no distant period, when on the high and flowery plains of an eternal inheritance, they will meet those loved ones and be associated forever where wars, conflicts and sufferings will never come.
C. H. Warren.
Tribute of Respect to Sergt A. C. Gibson, of the 89th O.V.I., of Frankfort, Ohio.
Our land is clothed in mourning, and grief sits brooding at every hearthstone. Almost every family has had some loved one perhaps a brother a father, a husband or a son who has donned the soldiers uniform and gone forth to battle against his countrys foes, and whose every movement, whether away on distant battle-fields or enduring the privations of the camp, has been the object of their most tender solicitude. But to how many hearts has their return brought sorrow and desolation, as they have come back only to breath out their life in the arms of their friends, or with the seal of death already stamped upon their brow? And should we claim exemption from the common lot? Is there no efficacious blood that we could sprinkle upon the posts and lintels of our doors that the angel of death might not enter there? Alas! no. God in His providence has willed it otherwise.
And now the quietness of another home has been broken in upon by the wail of grief and the notes of woe, and the sacrifice of another, noble victim has been demanded in behalf of his country. The sacrifice has been made, and we mourn to-day that Augustus Gibson is no more. He fell not in battle, where bursting bombs and a hail storm of bullets sing a wild requiem over the gallant dead, but peacefully and at home on the eve of the 14th inst., at his fathers residence in Frankfort, Ohio. He was distinguished in youth by an ardent love for learning and an honorable desire for distinction, which urged him to the most untiring effort and diligence in the prosecution of his studies. Being of such a disposition, there is no reason for surprise that when the drum-beat to arms and his country called upon her sons, his name should be found among those enrolled in her defense.
Entering the army as a private, his Company soon showed their appreciation of his worth by appointing him duty Sergeant, which capacity he continued to fill with marked faithfulness and ability until his captivity. He was brave and generous almost to a fault, and by the men in his Company (I am informed) was ever loved and highly esteemed for his attentive regard for their welfare while engaged in a common cause. Though he fell not upon the field, yet his is no less the warriors mood of glory.
When our cause seemed almost hopeless and the voice of grief was heard from hill-top and valley, as it mourned for the brave, the dying and the dead, who had fallen in the recent battles - and with a feeling like that of the Jewish heroine of old when her countrymen were in similar danger, she raised her arm in their defense, with the resolve, "If I perish I perish!" But unlike her, he was called to seal his devotion with his life. He has performed his mission he has passed away from earth, but when, hereafter, Ohio shall reckon up her heroes, the name of Augustus will not be forgotten.
G. W. Irwin.
Co. C, 1st O.V.H.A.
Paroled Prisoners In the list of paroled prisoners at Annapolis, Md. on the 20th inst., we notice the following names:
33rd Regiment J. Stoner, private, D. N. Ray, private, C. J. Dunham, private, G. J. Dolson, private, C. G. Louther, private, A. W. F. Grasson, Sergeant, B. R. Dumph, private, H.
63rd Regiment Corp. S. W. Pickett, Co. A, J. Courtney, Co. A. Sergt B. A. Tilton, Co. F.
149th Regiment J. Eichetlirer, Co. B.
89th Regiment W. A. Homan, Corp. Co. F. J. Carter, Co. H. A. Kendal, Co. C. S. Moler, Co. G.
26th Regiment Corpl. D. Chestnut, Co. B.
Names of Ohio Soldiers who Died at Andersonville, Georgia.
Mr. Solon Hyde, of Rushville, Ohio, has sent the Cincinnati Commercial a list of names of Ohio soldiers, who died at Andersonville, Geo., from February, 1864, to February 1st, 1865. The list is published in that paper of Saturday last. We copy from it the names of all belonging to regiments in which we know there were men from this county and vicinity. Mr. Hyde says the list "included all the Ohio volunteers who have died up to February last, the time of my leaving, and was copied from the reports, as handed into the Chief Surgeons office each morning. The disease I did not get, but the date of death can be obtained by addressing me, inclosing a remuneration sufficient to pay cost of writing."
|S. Decker, C.||S. N. Leonard, H.|
|M. Ferbolliger, C.||P. Maxwell, A.|
|H. McCabe, C.||M. Vail, K.|
|L. Grove, C.||S. Uchre, E.|
|J. Hughes, E.||J. D. Scarrell, E.|
|A. Halsbelt, C.|
|Charles Brown, D.||W. M. Hubbell, A.|
|Charles Dille, I.||Sergt Wm McIntosh, I.|
|J. A. Holebaugh, E.||E. A. Piper, B.|
|John Ridgway, D.||C. Crumbarger, I.|
|W. Donglas, F.||J. Endermill, K.|
|E. Shoulder, F.||Corporal J. Jennings, K.|
|P. M. McClaine, A.||A. Gilland, F.|
|D. McIntosh, D.||Jas. Mooney, D.|
|A. Penny, C.||T. H. Moore, C.|
|J. Ross, A.||W. H. Cromwell, H.|
|W. H. Wood, E.||R. Reese, D.|
|M. Drake, D.||N. Eileman, K.|
|E. A. Haasbury, E.||J. White, E.|
|D. Wickhames, D.|
|Wm. Sheets, A.|
|L. Snyder, C.||R. F. Harry, C.|
|Samuel Eppert, B.||J. D. Clark, I.|
|Wm. Wood, A.||G. Staley, A.|
|Wm. Crust, C.||R. W. Houser, K.|
|Jas. Bowers, A.||R. S. Chambers, H.|
|A. Seymour, D.||D. Fisher, I.|
|F. Logan, F.||L. G. Wainright, G.|
|Sergt. T. Augustis, K.||D. B. Robins, I.|
|Corpl W. Wilkinson, D.||Sergt T. J. Barrere, A.|
|W. Christy, K.||O. Scarbeus, D.|
|Sergt W. J. Ralston, O.||Wm. McDill, C.|
|Corpl L. C. Cornelius, C.||O. Hull, B.|
|C. Sampson, D.||A. J. McDonald, H.|
|Corpl A. Willits, A.||J. Payne, B.|
|L. Wroten, H.||Jos. Lambert, A.|
|W. B. Thomas, C.||J. S. Wright, E.|
|Geo. M. Coyner, D.||Corpl Wm. Riley, B.|
|J. M. Ralston, C.||J. B. Hanyer, I.|
|Sergt I. C. Arthur, A.||Corpl S. M. Spencer, E.|
|W. B. Perkins, G.||S. Nolder, I.|
|J. P. West, B.||J. M. Vanmalley, G.|
|Sergt Wm. J. McKeel, D.||J. B. Carter, I.|
|J. J. Cordray, B.||P. Smith, I.|
|J. Lucas, H.||Sergt E. N. Townsley, E.|
|J. W. Johnston, H.||F. Sly, G.|
|Wm. H. Latta, H.||E. P. Hill, G.|
Obituary of Thos. Hern, Co. A, 89th O.V.I.
Thomas Hern was born at Holn in England, December 23d, 1838, and died at Wilmington, N. C., March 13, 1865. He was exchanged only about two weeks before his death. He was a member of the Methodist Church, and lived a Christian until Death claimed his for his own. We believe he is now enjoying the sweet realities of a heavenly home, where war is heard no more, and where all is peace forever.
"Then soldier, rest, thy spirit free,
For thy country a willing sacrifice,
Thy grave is made in a Southern land,
But thy spirit dwells in Paradise."
Sergeant Henry H. Redkey, of Company I, 89th Ohio, who was captured at Chickamauga, and has been mourned by his friends as dead, has arrived at Camp Chase, in good health, and will be home in a few days. He was released from Andersonville prison April 29th, and arrived at Annapolis about the middle of May. His home is in Marshall township.
Private Wesley Temple, of the same company and regiment, is also at Camp Chase.
Funeral Notice. - The funeral service of Thomas Hern, deceased, late of Co. "A." 89th Regt O. V. I., will be preached by Rev. A. T. Thompson, at the Baptist Church in Hillsborough, O., on next Sabbath, the 16th inst., at half past 10 oclock, A. M.
The friends of the deceased soldier and family are invited to be present.