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October 11, 1862 [cont’d]

Van Dorn has been terribly repulsed at Corinth.  He telegraphed a victory after the first two days, but the enemy being reinforced, a new face & one adverse to us, was put up on everything & he compelled to retreat with great loss.  The enemy report a like loss, especially amongst their officers, but no particulars as yet.  Lee’s army is represented in fine condition & spirits, not known whether or not it is falling back or offering battle.

We had a brush at Franklin & drove back three Gunboats sent up to reconnoiter with heavy loss—from our sharp shooters on the banks.  For that God be praised!  The enemy has been heavily reinforced both at Suffolk & Newberne & all things point to an advance into N Carolina.  Grant us strength to bear what Thou sendest O Lord.

We left Raleigh about day break without breakfast & had a most fatiguing ride home, which we reached about sun set.  Ah! how I enjoyed my own tea!  How long can I drink it—how long enjoy the blessed quiet which reigns around us?  Journal!  This book does not seem natural to me at all!  It depresses me to write in it.  I think the hopes which clustered around the opening of a career so bright as that of the owner of this book & how they were clouded & the shipwreck of a life on the altar of ambition & politics & shrink more into myself & my home duties & associations than ever.  I have not enough to tell you to make me shake off the feelings which oppress me.  It is a dull gloomy afternoon.  The rain falls, drip! drip drip!  Mr E is gone to the meeting for the defence of our homes & I feel dispirited by my surrounding.  So I will stop—so tais toi & au revoir!

 

Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html

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October 11, 1862 [cont’d]

Saw but few of my Raleigh friends as our stay was so short.  What few I did see were full of forebodings & warnings, urging us to remove all that we valued from this house, in short dear old home to break you up for fear of the enemy making an ascent of the river & harrying our whole country side.  The negroes they were urgent for us to remove, but where to carry them?—that is the question.  How to support them, how to house them, all questions easier put than answered.  Saw Mr Cannon from Perquimans.  He gives a deplorable account of the state of affairs in the Eastern Counties.  At least ten thousand negroes have been stolen or enticed off from their owners since the fall of Roanoke Island.  All our acquaintances have lost their men, many of them their negro women also.  A gentleman, a friend of Mr Cannon, one whom he considers reliable, told him that in a ride of Sunbury to Suffolk, a distance of twenty eight miles, he counted on the side of the road the corpses of fourteen negro children left unburied for the fowls of the air to prey on.  They had died from want of sickness, it may be deserted by their Mammies, & just left us they fell.  Mr Bynum, of Winton, the same who kept that comfortable house where we were so kindly treated on our journey from Perquimans with sister Betsy after Mr Jones death, lost 97 negroes in one night!  During the next week he found the bodies of five or six (Mr C did not remember which) of his little negroes in the swamp opposite his plantation (which lies on the Chowan) who had evidently died of starvation, their fingers being in their mouths and they in an evident state of emancipation & want, deserted probably by their parents in their flight.  We must hope that they thought they would be retaken & cared for by their owner, otherwise their conduct is worse than that of “the brutes that perish.”

The Yankees had two Camps in Gates county & received all that came to them & sent them to Suffolk where they are assorted, the able bodied sent to the army & the women & old ones with the children left literally to starve after they have stolen every thing that could support life.  It is terrible.  Ah! philanthropy!  What a cheat!  What a delusion you have been to the infatuated Abolitionists!  Do they were you as a cheat, a mask, or are they mistaken themselves?  I fear the former.  Ah Madam Stowe, I wish you could look on your own work; heartless and unprincipled as you are, it would make you shudder!

Mr Thomas Newby, now an old man, was left in one night without a servant to feed his horse, out of a large plantation!  How soon may this fate be ours!  We hurried home to enable Mr E to attend a meeting of the neighborhood to represent to the Commanding Gen the importance of defending Roanoke River at Hamilton or Rainbow Bluffs instead of Bridgers ferry, as is at present proposed.  I hope they may be successful.

Whilst we were in Raleigh Gov Vance arrived from Richmond & he also brought the news that Patrick was made Colonel, Captain Haxal Lieut Col, and Mr Tucker Major of the newly organized Regt of Cavalry, but he found no announcement of it from the Department.  So we know not what to think.  Just after henry Miller told us of it we read of the passage of the Exemption Bill by which Mr E is exempt from the Conscript as we own far more than mendation & cross purposes except to save him from the Conscript, so I care but little for the honour.  If the country need him I wish him to go; otherwise I ardently desire him at home.

Journal, I brought you a present from Raleigh—a new blank book where in to extend yourself—so we will presently adjourn to it & I will give you the war news, which, alas, is not cheering!

I told you, my dear Journal, that I had a new book for you, not new exactly as it is an old account book of Mr Miller’s given me by Sister Frances; but tho not gifted with personal pulchritude, you, Journal, must add value to it by the sincerity & delicacy of your record.  Write only words of truth & they will be so rare that they will have a value of their own!

Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html

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September 11, 1862

Patrick left home this morning for Garysburg to see Capt Reinhart, the sole Capt left in Edmondston’s Battalion.  He has been ordered there & knows not what to do.  This delay of the War Department in a matter seemingly so simple seems very strange!  Why can’t Mr Randolph say, “No Col E, I cannot fill your Battalion” & order Capt Reinhart elsewhere, or “yes, Col E, take such & such Companies & take the filed at once.”  But no it requires as much management as an affair of State.

I was shocked & distressed greatly yesterday by hearing of the death of my young neighbor, Mrs Sheilds (Susan Whitemore).  I saw her on Sat & thought her quite sick, but I have had daily messages from her (she sending to me only the day before for some crackers & some Cordial & Wine), & each time they have said she was improving; & when the servant came with my empty baskets, so sure was I that she wanted something from me that I met her with the query—“how or now, what can I do for Miss Susan today?”  and to my horror heard she had died about an hour before.  Her infant was born on Wednesday & she, poor thing, taken with dysentery the night after.  She lived just a week & sunk suddenly, I suppose, for Dr Hall could not be summoned to her, as he had gone to visit a distant patient.

After Patrick left his morning I made a beautiful Chaplet of White & delicate Lilac, Dahlias, Evergreens, Feverfew, Citarena, etc., & sent it over to be laid on the coffin, being unable to go myself as Patrick went in the carriage.  Poor Mrs. Whitemore! when I saw her on Sat, in all the importance of a Grandmother, & noticed the change which the possession of a little property has wrought in her (for I have not seen her since her husband left father’s employment), the glories of her new front & stylish cape, the De Dage dress, the tone in which she spoke of “Mr Moore’s orchard,” “our niggers,” etc., & thought how much happiness the possession of a little money can give & what changes it brings in the manners & conduct of its possessors, I little thought so heavy a cloud was hanging over & ready to burst upon her!  Poor woman, she must be crushed to the earth.  I will go & see her, fifteen miles tho it is to her house, in a few days & at least assure her of my sympathy & kindly interest.

Worked steadily all day on my large flat fan fly brush.  It is a beautiful piece of work but very troublesome.  I will never undertake another so large.  However, it amuses me & it is employment.  Read Sismondi.  I have got to Calderon in the Spanish Literature.  I am sorry that Nannie wanted to begin the book before I had finished it, for I feel impelled as it were to read on steadily so as not to keep her waiting & I wished when I got to a review of those books to which I have access to run through them myself in connection with Sismondi, Cervantes, The Spanish Ballads, particularaly those of the Cid, & now Calderon, but I must trust my memory.  I have only Leigh Hunt’s Italian Poets & Boiardo, Pulci, Ariosto, Tasso, Dante even, etc., are run through by him almost as expeditiously as Sismondi dispatches them, so there is not much to be gained there.  “Beware of the man of one book,” it is said, & I believe it to be true, for I fancy I read too much.  My mind is I fear like a Kaleidiscope, one picture effaces the other before it is fixed, and I am too old now to remedy it.  Ah! that we could be wise on the experience of others!  My Grandmother often told me the time would come when I would not remember what I read, & I used to listen to her with a respectful wondering unbelief, but I find it is so.  Ah, she was a remarkable woman, my Grandmother, how few we see like her, and yet with all her cultivation, with all the true piety I believe she possessed, her vigorous mind even, I am glad I am not.  For to me to be loved is greater happiness than to be either revered or admired & we all stood too much in awe of her to dare to pour out the full feelings of our hearts before her & that I would not like.

It is lonely here tonight, so Journal, as you are my only companion, I feel like having a long chat with you.  Let me see, there are many topics which fill my heart & thoughts.  We will discuss them.  First the Conscript Act & Mr E’s plans—but no!  I want a relaxation & that I have thought over so often & looked at in so many lights that my mind turns from it as from a sorrowful remembrance.  It awakens an ache of anxiety at the bare mention.  Then Bessie’s matters, but Journal, that is not my own secret.  “Noblesse oblige,” that I confide it not even to you.  Then anxieties about Raleigh people, but I have no business to express them either.  Can’t I find one topic, pleasant, and at the same time open, which I can freely talk over with you, Journal?   No not one!  Literature is the only perfectly unfettered and at the same time cheerful subject left to me & to dwell long on that changes you, Journal, from your legitimate & proper sphere to a mere Composition or Essay.  So Journal, I will first express my fears for our Army in Maryland & then—

Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html

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August 14th, 1862

 

My dear Wife

Your letter of the 6th was received yesterday, and I was sorry to see you were so unhappy.  You would have done better to have stayed at the Doctor’s.  About me, you must be more content for it is only one day further off and as for the danger here, it is no greater than anywhere else.  The specimen of fighting shown us the other day by the Yankees does not compare to that of the rascals around Richmond.  In fact, Pope’s men did not fight at all.

I wrote to Capt. Kirkland to bring me a horse he wrote to Maj. Scales about, instead of getting the one owned by Maj. Huske.  Tell the Capt. If he can possibly find a good cook to bring him on at any price for we cannot get on without one.  Mr. Young is going to leave me as soon as Gen. Pettigrew returns to duty which will not be long hence.  I shall write at once asking that Jake be made my aide.  If the cloth will make as nice a coat as the one I have, buy me enough to make me a coat and enough to make a sack for Mr. Young.  The cloth my coat was made of sells for about $15 per yd, and so if you think that you spoke of is cheap buy it anyhow and send by Jake.  Do not fear you will not please me for it will.  I must soon have another coat and cannot afford to pay $100.  Tell Capt. Kirkland to call at the Clothing Department in Raleigh when he comes on, and get my coat they were unable to make for me, paying the bill if he pleases and if he should be bringing me any boxes to call on Tom Webb of Hillsboro for some whisky he promised to send me.  I hope Frank has reached you, but had he better not let Helen stay where she is for she will not get well if he continues to carry her around the country.

Pope seems to be satisfied for the present with having caused Jackson to fall back, but let him wait a little while.  Longstreet with his Division is up and others on the way.  He will take to thinking about lines of retreat yet if he does not mind.  Our people got a good many spoils.  I ride a Yankke horse, Harris has a Yankee saddle and bridle, Gen. Hill a fine horse and equipment, Col. Fray of my Brigade ditto, a Lt. of Archer’s Brigade ditto, etc.  We got about 100 firearms, wagons, etc.

Tho’ I have not heard so, I expect Gen. Lee will take command up here, for it does not look reasonable that they would take the command from Jackson to give it to Longstreet who has been sent and who ranks him.

… Gen. Jackson has ordered that military duties he suspended today and divine service held to render thanks for our recent success and to ask for a continue.

I received a little yesterday from Mr. Porter who baptized me saying that through the request of friends he had prepared a tract and was publishing it based upon that incident.  If I had known it in time I should have objected, for I do not sincerely consider myself a fit subject for any such publication.  I know I am a great sinner and not worthy to be held up to others as a light, or one to be followed.  I know I am desirous of doing good and am sorry when I do not, but I can only try to repent.  Oh! that little member the tongue, it will carry me to perdition I fear.

We have a busy camp and are living well.  Col. R.H. Brewer, an old friend who was Lt. in the 1st Dragoons, is now on my staff temporarily.  He is a very nice fellow and a great acquisition.  His only objection, he swears so much but is trying to stop it.  I think if he stays with us he will break himself for he is really anxious.  I could not help remonstrating with him about it when he came.  You see I am getting as many around me as Whiting had.

Now I must close.  You did not hear from me as soon as you should, but I could not get the letters off.  I wrote one dispatch and several letters but none went as soon as I expected.  God bless you and the little ones.  How is Turner getting on.  You say nothing about him in your last two letters.

Your loving Husband

Sources: William Hassler, ed., One of Lee’s Best Men: The Civil War Letters of General William Dorsey Pender (Chapel Hill, NC: University of North Carolina Press, 1999). William Dorsey Pender papers, Southern Historical Collection, UNC-Chapel Hill. http://www.lib.unc.edu/mss/inv/p/Pender,William_Dorsey.html

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August 2, 1862

Sad news reached us last night, sad news indeed, of the death of Mr Edmondston’s old friend Dr Tennant.  He was wounded but slightly it was thought at the battle on James Island before Charleston & was carried up to his young wife at Walterboro, to die of Erysipilis induced by his wound.  Poor fellow.  With domestic happiness just opening upon him, for he barely saw his infant son, his young wife, not two years married, looking forward to a happy country home, to be cut off thus suddenly and sadly is hard indeed.  I thank Thee O my God that my husband is still spared to me.

            Peace! Peace! Grant us Peace!  Dr Tennant was in Camden on a visit to Dr Salmond when Mr Edmondston carried me there a bride of a fortnight.  Little did I think when I opened the ball given us by Dr S with Dr T that both my host & my partner would fill bloody graves!  One died for his country, died for my freedom, died in the discharge of the highest duty man knows, the defence of his fireside.  He fell wounded in sight almost of St Michel’s spire, in sound of the chimes which had quickened his loitering foot when a schoolboy, in sight of his Mother’s grave, of his Grandfather’s pulpit.  Out on this cruel war which sows broadcast the blood of our best & noblest, gives it in exchange for the scum of Europe, the outcasts of the Northern cities.  Dr Tennant it was who first told us of the Secession of S C when in that misty raw December morning we met him on the W.  & Manchester road, he on his way to see the woman he afterward’s married, we to attend Papa’s golden wedding—eighteen short months ago & what changes we have seen!  Death thou has had a noble harvest since then!  Patrick is much cast down, as well we may be, poor fellow.  He has recently seen his domestic happiness, seen him with his young wife & child, and the thought of them saddens him greatly!

            Today came a letter from the Sec. of War telling Mr E that he was “requested to designate such unattached Companies as he thought could conveniently be assembled to complete a Battalion & then if the Gen Comdg, Maj Gen Hill, approves, the Department will organize the Batallion.”  It came like a thunder clap upon me for I had brought myself to suppose that nought would come of his application & that after a reasonable time of suspense & waiting the whole thing would fall to the ground & we be allowed to go on as usual.  Now it all depends upon the view that Maj Gen Hill will take of it & as he has heretofore expressed himself in the most friendly way & thought or seemed to think highly of Patrick’s Military qualifications, he may think it will conduce to the good of the service to have him in the field.  If so, then fare well to domestic happiness for a time.

            In the afternoon came brother on his way to Raleigh.  Was very busy getting up things to send to his children & to Sophia: Dresses to make her little one some clothes, Turnip seed, & nice things for the little ones.

            We attacked the enemy lying in James River yesterday morning about 2 A M, brought our heavy guns to bear upon their Gun boats.  Instantly every light was extinguished, & a terrible crashing & splashing heard on the river.  At Daylight not a boat was in sight; all had fled precipitately, & McClellan’s camp was observed to be in great commotion, but we had no means of ascertaining the amount of damage inflicted by us.  An accident to one of our guns killed one & wounded more of our men which were the only casualties on our side.  The orders issued by the Heads of the Army & the President are so infamous that I make a collection of them & paste them in the end of this book where they may hereafter be referred to—an infamous record which should die the face of Civilization with a crimson blush.

            The siege of Vicksburg has recommenced.  Nobly has she hitherto held out!  Pray God she may be enabled to continue.  They say that their canal is finished & that the first rise in the river will cut it out so deep that their gun boats will securely pass & avoid the batteries that frown from the heights of Vicksburg.  We maintain that it must be a failure & that time will prove it.  I hope we are right.

Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html

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Camp Smith July 21, 1862

My Dear Mother

We reached here in safety on Saturday morning after a rather tiresome march.  My company marched from Alexanders to the springs on Friday and that was rather a forced march of twenty seven miles.  On Thursday night we got shelter in Alexanders stable loft and so were sheltered from the rain, of which I was very glad as it would have been rather hard to have had the men to lay out the first night in such a rain.  I found  Guss here and succeeded in getting fixed up very comfortably in an old field about midway between the springs and Paint Rock.  Our men are coming in tolerably well and by this evening I think all of our men will be here, as soon as we get them all together and regularly mustered in, it will be necessary for one of us to go on to Raleigh to get shoes and clothing.  I suppose I will be the one to go, but don’t much wish to as I have no particular love for Raleigh.  If I do go I will pass through Asheville but it is doubtful.

If you write to me or have any letters or packages to send, direct them to the Warm Springs.  I will write to Nannie today and hope that package has turned up safely and that you will forward it here—without opening it.  Tell sister Anna, I tried to make a cup of cocoa today but failed rather.  I will try again & hope for better luck.  Love to all.

Your Affec Son

T.W. Patton

 

Sources: Christopher Watford, ed. The Civil War inNorthCarolina: Soldiers’ and Civilians’ Letters and Diaries, 1861-1865, Volume 1. (Jefferson,NorthCarolina: McFarland & Company, Inc., 2003). Original in Patton Family Papers, Southern Historical Collection, UNC Chapel Hill.

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July 21, 1862

Anniversary of the Battle of Manassas.  Who would have thought one year ago that this war would still be raging and the Blockade unraised?  With the exception of salt & shoes I think we suffer less from the Blockade than we did; our people having determined to do without many things which formerly they thought to be necessaries cease to feel the want of them as they did at first.  The want of coffee is a sore discomfort, but it is astonishing how cheerfully it is borne.  Thanks to Patrick’s far seeing I suffer less than my neighbors; indeed I have not yet felt the want of a single thing, a blessing vouchsafed to few.  Shoes for the servants I need most, but the weather is warm & they can go bare foot tho’ I do not like it.

Went with Mr E to the Plantation.  An effort had been made to break into our Pork House.  The rogues got nothing, but Mr E took most summary & immediate measures to repress the spirit of disorganization & theft before it should become prevalent amongst our people.  He summoned all the men, told them such a thing must be known to some of them, it could not occur without the cognizance of somebody, & gave them half an hour to bring him the guilty person, but that two people in the throng were to be whipped for the offence.  At the end of the time, they being unable to agree in a verdict, he had twenty or more straws of different lengths thrown into a basin and the lots drawn.  Upon those two who had the shortest straw the punishment was to fall.  Hogfeeder Solomon and Ishmael were the unfortunate ones & were without more delay made to suffer the penalty.  This plan seems hard, but he says it is the only one to prevent thieves being as rampant here as they are at Conneconara.  It makes it the duty of the whole plantation to detect offenders.  This must be one of the fruits of the War, as we never had such a thing before.

In the afternoon came Mr Shaw for a nights lodging & shelter from a coming shower & well for him, good man, that he reached one in time, for a harder, longer, more uninterrupted rain was never before seen.  It cannot be general.  The quantity of water which feel we have no means of estimating, but the whole yard & lot were afloat.  Tho well drained with large ditches, the bridge in the road in front of the house was washed up and the water almost deep enough to swim a horse there, where there is never a drop in ordinary times.  If, however, it should be general we have a terrible freshet before us, so goodbye to the young corn.

Mr Shaw is on his way to join the Scotland Neck Mounted Rifles.  He joins to avoid the Conscription.  He brought us an idle rumour of seven hundred Conscripts having rebelled inRaleigh& having been fired upon, but I do not believe a word of it.

Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html

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June 14th

We are having some beautiful weather now, we are all well at home, day before yesterday I heard that my dear Willie was sick in the army. Dr. McCain saw him at the camp 2 miles of Richmond, I felt very sad when I heard it, he is sick with diarhea, and a very poor diet. Mr. Bethell has gone to Danville to hear from him by Telegraph, if he is seriously sick Mr. Bethell will go to see him, and if possible bring him home. I feel so sorry for him, he has a hard time of it, but I look to the Lord and pray to him to take care of dear Willie and bring him safely home. I pray that God may save his life and keep him from being killed.

We received a letter from dear George, he was well, he is drilling the Soldiers in Raleigh.

We have not heard from our daughter Mary Virginia in several weeks, I hope she will come to N. Carolina and spend the summer.

Source: Mary Jeffreys Bethell Diary, 1853-1873.  #1737-z, Southern Historical Collection, The Wilson Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. http://docsouth.unc.edu/imls/bethell/menu.html

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For the Patriot.

Speculators and Extortioners.

Company F, Forty-Sixth Regiment N. C. T., }

Goldsborough, May 20, 1862 }

Mr. Editor:–As much is said in many of the newspapers of the State on political subjects, with a great deal of wrangling as to which political leader, and which aspirant to Gubernatorial honors were first a Seccessionist, and which “held out unto the last for the Union,” and as all this is not in the slightest degree calculated to benefit the country, but on the contrary tends only to produce anarchy in our midst, and eventually run the Southern Confederacy in the ground, grant your correspondent a corner in your excellent sheet—(on account of whose consistent course throughout this whole struggle, I take pleasure in saying it is a favorite with all the troops in this encampment)—to submit a few remarks on a subject, which to every soldier in camp and every patriot at home, is of far more important, and deserves of course more attention from the press.  I allude to that class of men (unfortunately very abundant in our country) commonly called speculators, but more properly they be termed traitors and villains, enemies to their country, who for a few dimes would suck the very life-blood of the Confederate Government, and if they expected to be embraced under the provision of the Conscript Act, would at once, with outstretched arms, welcome to their homes the Yankees now on our borders that they might take the oath of allegiance to Lincoln’s despotism in order to save the plunder they have robbed from the poor and suffering families of our brave and dauntless volunteers, many of whom have passed through a year’s experience of military life, and on more than one bloody field, have tasted gun powder, and with unshaken nerves dealt death-blows among the unprincipled wretches who have invaded our soil.

The term “speculation,” in its proper meaning, includes only the fair-dealing tradesman, in whatever branch of business, who, with unaffected probity, buys and sells; but in its broad and general acceptation, it refers to the extortioner, or, in just as appropriate language, the thief, the robber, the man who would pillage the pockets of a dying negro.  It refers to him, who in a time like this, would swindle an honest yeoman of blankets, a few yards of homespun, or other articles demanded in the market, and in a sneaking way, place thereon a price five times the original cost and value.  It refers to merchants in Raleigh, (whose names were they known to me should here be exposed,) who sell, or offer for sale as I am credibly informed, shirts made of the coarsest fabrics, at prices ranging from five to nine dollars, and who for the leaves of old musty blank books, cut and folded down to the smallest size, they ask the outrageous sum of two dollars per quire!  With equal force, too, it refers to the person who sells a chicken to the hungry soldier for a dollar and fifty cents, and a dozen eggs for seventy-five cents.

That such thievishness is practiced all over the country by many who have never been in the army, and further, who never intent to be,–practised almost within cannon shot of the enemy who have come to destroy them, and that too on the very men who at the call of their country, generously came forth to defend all from ruin, that such is so, we say, is a fact harrowing to the mind of the soldier; for what feelings may we imagine disturb his thoughts while partaking of his dry, burnt crust, with his unsavory dish of grease and fat bacon, when he reflects that there are at their homes in ease and comfort, hundreds of such scoundrels as these, for whom they endure these privations, and for whom at any moment they may be called upon to sacrifice their lives, and thus bid adieu forever to their families.

Are we not engaged in a struggle in which the dourest interests are involved that could prompt bold and courageous men to action?  And if defeated in this struggle, who is so weak as not to clearly discern that our property will be forever gone; for does not experience prove that there is no sympathy among others for and within themselves no hope of resurrection for a conquered and fallen people?  Then is not ours a cause which should make honest men of citizens pursuing the duties of their respective avocations, as well as brave men of soldiers on the battlefield?  And should it not bring us together shoulder to shoulder as countrymen who are countrymen, and brothers who are brothers?

The pay of a soldier is eleven dollars per month.  How much money will our brave volunteers, the majority of whom are poor men and without means, have in their possession, should they ever get home, if this wholesale robbery of their pay is allowed to continue?

This letter is written by one who does not desire to achieve publicity to his name, but by an humble soldier who volunteered in April, 1861, served till his term expired, and re-enlisted for the war.

 

E. P. I.

Source: Greensborough Patriot, May 22, 1862 as found in Confederate Newspaper Project

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May 13, 1862

Went to Fathers.  Found him better & heard the sad sad news that the Va had been blown up.  It came in this wise: In consequence of the information given by that traitor Byers, Gen Wool instantly dispatched some Gun boats up James River& threw a column 12,000 strong upon Seawell’s Point which was almost deserted by our men.  They pressed upon our retiring troops & would have followed them into Norfolk but for the destruction of a bridge & the position of our artillery.  This hurried the evacuation of Norfolk.  Com Tatnall, the Commander of the Va, was uninformed of it until late in the afternoon.  He immediately commenced lightning the ship so as to bring her draught to 18 ft water, which the Pilots said would enable her to get up James River.  This exposed her Rudder, Propeller, etc., leaving her in no state to fight, or resist the attack which would most probably be made upon her with day light, so in Commodore Tatnalls mind the best course was to destroy her & with her one of the safeguards to Richmond & the James River.  We unlearned disagree with him, for to our “foolish thinking” had he gone into the mouth of the James River, she would not only have been safe herself but in all probability have captured the Gun boats already in the River.  Tatnall blames the Pilots & the Pilots ask a suspension of public judgment, but some body is woefully to blame; she was run ashore on Craney Island & set on fire.  About day light she blew up & with her 3,500 lbs of powder—a shame, a burning shame to some one.  Who, it is not just yet to decide, but it seems our fate to make blunders & in a Ruler “a blunder,” Tayllrand tells us, is worse than “a crime”!  What would he have thought of the Evacuation of Norfolk?

Another blunder is that Mrs Davis has left Richmond and gone to Raleigh, fairly deserted her colours.  I fear me she is not a woman of the true stamp.  I fear she does not strengthen her husband, or she would never have abandoned her post & set such an example to the rest of the women of the Confederacy.

On coming home found Dr Shaw, who is raising a troop for Patrick’s Battalion, at the house.

Was much shocked & grieved by a note from Sou Hill telling me of Rebecca Spruill’s death!  Poor thing!  Few have suffered as she has & fewer still have led a life of such simple faith, such reliance upon her Saviour as she has done.

Source: Edmondston, Catherine Ann Devereux, 1823-1875, Journal of a Secesh Lady: The Diary of Catherine Ann Devereux Edmondston 1860-1866. Crabtree, Beth G and Patton, James W., (Raleigh, NC: North Carolina Division of Archives and History, 1979). http://nc-historical-publications.stores.yahoo.net/478.html

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