Stone, James A.
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MILITARY SERVICE Age: 18, credited to Windsor, VT Unit(s): 11th VT INF Service: enl 12/16/63, m/i 12/18/63, Pvt, Co. H, 11th VT INF, pow, Weldon Railroad, 6/23/64, Andersonville, d/prison 8/17/64 (diarrhea) See Legend for expansion of abbreviations VITALSBirth: abt 1845, Windsor, VT Death: 08/17/1864 Burial: Andersonville National Cemetery, Andersonville, GA Marker/Plot: E/5963 Gravestone photographer: Tom Ledoux Findagrave Memorial #: 13636610 Cenotaph: Ascutney Cemetery, Windsor, VT Marker/Plot: Gravestone researcher/photographer: .Joie Finley Morris, Heidi McColgan Findagrave Memorial #: 97071560 MORE INFORMATION Alias?: None noted Pension?: Yes, father Samuel, 6/1/1880, not approved Portrait?: Unknown College?: Not Found Veterans Home?: Not Found (If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war) Remarks: None Webmaster's Note: The 11th Vermont Infantry was also known as the 1st Vermont Heavy Artillery; the names were used interchangably for most of its career DESCENDANTS (Are you a descendant, but not listed? Register today) |
BURIAL: Copyright notice  Andersonville National Cemetery, GA Check the cemetery for location/directions and other veterans who may be buried there. CENOTAPH:    Cenotaph in Ascutney Cemetery, Windsor, VT Check the cemetery for location/directions and other veterans who may have cenotaphs there. |
James Stone
The Vermont Journal, January 7, 1865
Death of James Stone
Died in the prison Camp at Andersonville, Ga., Aug. 16, James Stone, of Windsor, aged 19 years.
He enlisted as a private in the 11th Vermont Regiment about a year since, and after sharing the fatigues and dangers of the summer campaign against Richmond was taken prisoner on the 23 of June, and sent with others to Andersonville, where he arrived on the 10th of July. His strength had been reduced before his capture; the hard journey reduced it still more, so that he entered the prison with his physical energies almost exhausted.
With good treatment he might have recuperated, but as it was his course was soon finished. With the prison fare, of a single pint of coarse meal, and two spoonfuls of beans, and the same quantity of rice, each day, with a small allowance of meat at irregular intervals, it was impossible to restore him. A fever attacked him, but he lay upon the ground with scarcely an apology for shelter, and it was not possible for his comrades to obtain medical attendance, or even medicine.
It was one of the few alleviation's of his lot that he found a kind friend and townsman in the prison, to whose kindness he bears testimony in his journal. Sergeant Major H. G. Stiles did all for him that a brother could have done; shared with him the scanty tent which already covered five persons; attended him during his illness, and brought home his diary, as well as his last words of affection and of piety. May Heaven reward the kindness which was shown him. His friends find consolation in the knowledge that he died in the discharge of his duty, to his country, and that he was sustained by the consolations of religion. The influences of a Christian home made him a serious boy, and a few months before he entered the army he found, as we have reason to believe, a personal interest in the Savior. He came out very decidedly as a Christian, and by his bold and earnest testimony, led some of his associates to follow his example. He did good while he remained at home, and continued faithful to his religious duty while a soldier. During his last sickness he desired to hear the Bible read, and seemed comforted by the prayer of a Christian soldier who was called into his tent. His message home related to his hopes of Heaven, and his desire to meet in the "Better Land" the friends whom he should meet no more in this world.
Such is Andersonville, the worst thing, it seems to the writer of this, about the war. Ten thousand, at least, of our soldiers were buried outside of that prison. After all needful deductions have been made from the first reports which reached us, the fact remains, that thirty thousand prisoners of war, were turned into an open field of thirty acres, without being furnished by their captors with the slightest shelter of any kind, turned in literally like so many cattle, and kept on rations wholly insufficient to sustain life, until from one-third to one-half the whole number perished -- and all that while the country, as Gen. Sherman's march has abundantly proved -- was full of provisions.
The men were not fed when they were well, were not cared for when they were sick, and when they died had not such a burial as Christian nations give to the most inveterate of their enemies. How long, O Lord, how long, shall these things continue? B.
Courtesy of Cathy Hoyt.