Scott, Don Eugene
Age: 18, credited to Fairfax, VT
Unit(s): 9th NH INF, 11th NH INF
Service: enl, Warner, NH, 7/29/62, m/i, Pvt, Co. E, 9th NH INF, 8/8/62, tr to Co. D, 11th NH INF 8/29/62, m/o 6/4/65
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Birth: 04/16/1844, Fairfax, VT
Burial: Mount Hope Cemetery, Topeka, KS
Marker/Plot: Northwest Memorial IX Lot 380 Grave 5
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Cheryl White
Findagrave Memorial #: 77554192
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, 4/20/1906, KS
Portrait?: David Morin Collection
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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These letters are from Scott's 2nd enlistment, in the 11th New Hampshire Infantry. More than 50 Vermonters served in the regiment, which "was organized at Concord and mustered in September 2, 1862. Moved to Washington, D.C., September 11-14, 1862. Attached to Brigg's Brigade, Casey's Division, Military District of Washington, to October, 1862. 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 9th Army Corps, Army of the Potomac, to March, 1863. 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 9th Army Corps, Dept. of Ohio, to June, 1863. 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 9th Army Corps, Army of the Tennessee, to August, 1863. 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 9th Army Corps, Dept. of the Ohio, to April, 1864. 2nd Brigade, 2nd Division, 9th Army Corps, Army of the Potomac, to June, 1865." (Frederick H. Dyer, "A Compendium of the War of the Rebellion," Part 3)
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Sept. 2nd, 1862
I cannot stop to write much this morning only a few words that you may know that I am well. I have been very well with the exception of a large boil on my arm. It is coming to a head now and will be better soon. I have opportunity to come home but will not for I have already bidden the good people of Warner goodbye and don't care to see them till I come home from the war a timeworn and honored patriot. When you come down on Saturday please bring me some money for I want to get several things. By the way there is other money besides the $1.50 offered by the town, which all say I am entitled to. Mr. Dorr offers $5.00, Mr. Ordway $2.00, and some others say $100 to every recruit. Will Father please look into it & get all that belongs to me. I don't think of anything else that I shall want.
Give my regards to all the people who may inquire of me. I promised to write Mrs. Davis but tell her I hardly think I can find time till I get down in Dixie which will be very soon according to all accounts. The Governor has said we must go a week from today. Be sure to come down Saturday.
This in affection
From your son,
Near Orleans, Va.
Sept. 7th, 1862
My Dear Mother,
I have written you already two or three letters since I have heard from you, yet I continue to write every week as I promised. Every mail I have looked most eagerly for a letter from home & still none come. Three weeks have already passed since I have heard from the loved ones. It cannot be that you do not write, the fault must be with those who have the handling of the mail. I am very well & have been all the time. I endure these long marches very well although I get very, very tired, cold, and hungry & it looks so hard to see poor, tired, and sick fellows falling down by the road side. This would not seem so hard if they were allowed to lie, but when the rear guard comes up they are made to travel along, being even struck with the bayonet so hard as to draw blood in the efforts of the guard to get them along.
Saturday, October 4th, 1862
Sandy Hook, Md
I was just now sitting in the tent with the Major, looking at the engravings in a late number of Leslie's Illustrated and I happened to observe the likeness & name of Don Carlos Buell. I remarked that he is the first public man I ever heard of as bearing my name. Upon this he said, "That reminds me that I have a letter for you." I assure you the paper was hastily thrown aside for my heart leapt at the thought of hearing from the old Granite State. Very soon the letter was produced and at a glance at the envelope I saw it was from you. I eagerly tore the seal & read. Here, let me say that I thank you for its -------- gave me much pleasure. In the commencement of yours you dwelt somewhat upon what should be our address. I give you full freedom to address as you did. I am happy to know that I am thought worthy to be called your friend. In return I beg leave to address you hereafter as I have now. You say truly, "that the oftener a soldier hears from home the more cheerful and contented he may become." None but a soldier can tell the good it does to get a letter from home. Mothers, sisters and friends can aid their country in more ways than one.
Mothers can write kind motherly letters giving words of warning and cheer to their dear son, sisters can write words of comfort & thoughts & ideals clothed in words that could only come from the depth of a sister's loving heart -- friends can write pleasing and affectionate letters filled with words of kindness of which a soldier keenly feels a want. Yes, kind loving words are rare things in camp and float upon every breeze. Words of sympathy too are not to be heard here in time of mental depression & loneliness. No, you accuse me wrongfully when you say I must have hidden somewhere on the morning of our departure from our home. I was not hidden unless you would call me hidden in the crowd, for I was right in it all the time running from one end of the depot to the other in hopes of finding you and others whom I expected to see. Some of them I saw and others I did not and among the number not seen was yourself & sister & mother. I am sorry not to have seen you and given some parting words but it was just as well perhaps. You say, "receive our thanks for the photograph sent us by me." Well, really I don't know what to make of that. That I never sent you one nor requested one to be sent is most certain for why should I not knowing if it would be acceptable if sent, & having no invitation to send one. I am sure I feel highly complimented & pleased to know the place it takes among your pictures. I think I know how it comes about that you have it. I gave them to Mrs. Miller requesting her to get them to mother in some way. She asked me who they were for. I replied one for mother & sister and the rest for almost anyone who might desire one. Then it must be that she gave you one on the supposition that I shouldn't care, and indeed I do not & you are very welcome to it. I am indeed surprised to know that your family & Mrs. Miller are only casual acquaintances.
I had supposed by what she said of you that she made frequent calls at your home & implied that you returned the same. You say she calls me nephew. The only way in which I am related to her is this. She is cousin to my step-father's daughter. But she is a kind and pleasant lady & I have always liked her. But, it doesn't matter for it was through her that I gained an introduction and therefore formed an agreeable & happy acquaintance. I second the hope you expressed that nothing unpleasant may occur to break it off. As you request your name and our correspondence will not be mentioned in my writings to Mrs. M. So shall it be. In closing you asked me to write all about my journey -- what I have seen &etc. Time and space would forbid a detailed account, but such and so much as this sheet will allow you shall have.
You know under what circumstances we moved from Concord. We passed by way of Manchester, Nashua, Worcester, Providence & Stonington. You know undoubtedly all about Manchester and Nashua so nothing I can tell of these places will be interesting. We were everywhere cheered & at every place flags were waved as if to remind us of our duty & encourage us on. We stopped at Worcester a few moments which I improved in looking about me and found it to be a very pretty place. There is a large common by the railroad & a monument erected to the memory of a Col. of a Mass. regt. of revolutionary times. From here we passed on to Providence, R.I. This is a fine, large city. There is a large artificial pond just by the depot which is surrounded by ---- seats & shade trees. Which makes a fine place for promenading & the whole is very pretty. I saw nothing else of interest for the city is back from the depot. From here we passed to Stonington where we took the boat Plymouth Rock & steamed across the Sound to Jersey City. I think this ride by night upon the water was the most pleasant part of my journey. There was a slight breeze upon the water & the moon & stars were shining brightly. The moon's silvery light was reflected upon the rippling water & stars just rising above the horizon had the appearance of bright lights resting upon the bosom of the water.
We left Stonington about 10 P.M. & arrived in N.Y. Harbor about 6 A.M. on Friday. Here there was plenty to satisfy the curiosity of him who would profit by what he sees & hears. Among the most interesting objects of my imagination was The Great Eastern. We passed very near her as she lay in the harbor waiting for supplies. I saw two forts & so many ships sailing from every clime that their masts made a perfect forest extending far up the Hudson & down the harbor as far as the eye could reach. I saw the steeple of Trinity St. Church, also Castle Gardens. From Jersey City which lies just across the Hudson from N.Y., we passed to Trenton which place is famous as being the point where Washington crossed the Delaware & surprised the Hessians. We passed by the place on our way to Philadelphia. We arrived in P. about 7 P.M. & were at once marched to the Union Volunteer Refreshment Saloon. There we received a good supper & were treated most kindly by the people. P. is a splendid city & the most beautiful one I ever saw. I think I would love to live there. We stopped there till Saturday morning, then moved on for Washington. We arrived at Baltimore at 8 in the evening and again were on our way at 9. We did not reach Washington til 6 A.M. on Sabbath Morning.
We were at once marched to Capitol Hill where we stopped till Tuesday night when we were ordered to Arlington Heights the other side of the Potomac. Here we stopped just two weeks. Last Sunday night at midnight the orders came to be ready to march at 11 A.M. We were ready at the time & were under marching orders till Tuesday when we started at 6 A.M. - recrossed the Potomac & marched through the city to the other side and for want of transportation were obliged to stay till morning. We had no tents and were obliged to lay down with the ground for a bed and the canopy of heaven for a covering. I lay with face upturned with the moon shining full on my face and gazing at the stars and heavens untill I fell asleep. Early in the morning we were aroused and very soon were all aboard the cars & on our way for Frederick, MD which place we reached about 3 o'clock on Thursday morning.
Here we trod the ground where Rebel troops had trod only a few weeks before. We encamped on the same ground the Rebels had occupied. We stayed here til Friday morning & then took the cars for Sandy Hook where, as you see the date, where we still are. Sandy Hook is a small place of 20 or 25 houses and lies just across the Potomac from Harpers Ferry. How long we shall stop here or where we shall go when we do move are questions not in my power to answer.
I understand we are to be under Burnside so you must look to his movements when enquiring about us. We are in the vicinity of the late skirmish and surrender -- most disgraceful affair. I have seen two houses that were pierced by cannon balls. We are now on the ground occupied by the Rebels & near the scene of John Brown's raid. But, come to look over what I have written and find it is a very long letter and may weary your patience. When I get to writing I don't know when to stop. If I am too lengthy please pardon it.
I will not be irksome again as regards length. Give my love to your mother & sister. Accept this believing me ever as your friend.
D. E. Scott
Near Orleans, Va.
Nov. 7th, 1862
My Dear Mother,
I have written you already two or three letters since I have heard from you, yet I continue to write every week as I promised. Every mail I have looked most eagerly for a letter from home & still none come. Three weeks have already passed since I have heard from the loved ones. It cannot be that you do not write, the fault must be with those who have the handling of the mail. I am very well & have been all the time. I endure these long marches very well although I get very, very tired, cold, and hungry & it looks so hard to see poor, tired, and sick fellows falling down by the road side. This would not seem so hard if they were allowed to lie, but when the rear guard comes up they are made to travel along, being even struck with the bayonet so hard as to draw blood in the efforts of the guard to get them along. That is one of the hardships of war.
We marched last night til 7 PM and I was so tired I could hardly go. All we had for supper was two or three hard crackers and a little coffee I cooked in my dipper and a little piece of pork that I lay over the coals and crisped. When I had eaten this I would have layed down & slept, but no, I had to go and get rails and cut them up for fire & then go off through the fields in pursuit of straw for the Major to lie on. By the time this was accomplished you may rest assured I was glad to lie down. It was very cold yesterday & is still colder today. This while I sit on the ground here by the fire & write on my haversack the snow is flying about me & my fingers are so frozen I can hardly hold my pencil. But it is just as hard if not worse for the enemy, the thought of which makes us feel a little bit better. If Providence blesses me here after as he has before wit good health I can endure it very well. Can't you send me a pair of mittens in a newspaper or in a letter some way? My hands are very cold such a day as this. Knit them soldier fashion with one finger next to the thumb.
We have now been marching 1-½ weeks & we are expecting orders to march any minute this morning. You cannot expect a long letter this morning considering the circumstances under which I write. Give my love to sister and tell her I would like to give her one good hug this morning & put my cold fingers down her neck. How she would jump and look cross. This is sufficient to let you know my position & condition. We are driving the rebels before us & hope soon to meet them
Accept the love of your son,
White Sulpher Springs, Va.
Nov. 14th, 1862
My Dear Mother,Pray often for your soldier boy!
I have taken pen, ink, and portfolio & away from the busy hum & bustle of camp at the foot of a giant pine I seat myself for a long, quiet talk with my dear mother. God only knows how I long to look upon the face of my mother & throw my arms about her neck in one long, affectionate embrace. He too only knows how often I think of home & it's comforts & kind friends. When we are on half rations & snatch at a moldy cracker, subsist on parched corn & salt pork & are in fact deprived of all the comforts & even necessities of civilized life, you cannot wonder that I think of home & sigh for something wholesome to satisfy the demands of nature. With what greediness could I devour a piece of your mince pie, or not to be dainty even a crust from the top of a loaf of your brown bread my mouth waters at the thought. I often think of those delicacies and comforts , but as often as I do I strive to drive away such thoughts for they only tend to make me homesick & discontented. You may easily conclude that I have one of those fits now, judging from my letter which was commenced with thoughts of discontent. But perhaps I can account for this in part from the fact that for two or three days I haven't been very well, & nothing I eat tastes palatable. Now don't be uneasy & worry, & have your dreams disturbed with thoughts of my sickness and even death.
It is nothing but a little ill turn & I shall be over with it in a day or two. Perhaps there is another reason for my discontent this afternoon. The Major came to me last night & said fault had been found with him and the other officers for having so many men detailed from the ranks as servants - that he had no more to do than to occupy one man's time & he would necessarily have to dispense with one, & he knew I had rather be in the ranks than be his butler. He assured me it was not through dissatisfaction - that he was satisfied & he has never found a word of fault. He said I might report to my captain & so of course am now in the ranks a private soldier. I feel this is a dispensation of divine Providence & I have no reason to complain. In fact I don't know as I have any disposition to do so. The only point in which my position is any worse than before, is that I am liable to do guard & picket duty & consequently shall be a little more exposed. Now the points in which I am benefitted are many. My time is now my own & I am free to go where I please within the limits of the camp. I can read, can write, can go by myself in the woods or elsewhere and pray. I can be gone an hour or two without thinking all the time the major will want. I can now read my testament without fear of being --ilted of being a Christian & otherwise ridiculed. I think I have written you before that instead of finding the major a Christian I very often have heard him make light of religion & religious persons & often I have been the object of his derision & the mark at which he aimed his shafts. This you may know was exceedingly painful & grievous to be born but now I am free & can enjoy myself in any devotions far better.
I have never told you lonely and longing for a place and time suitable for worshiping and praising my God, I have been tempted to leave him & go into the ranks where I could have freedom, trusting in my Lord, but often have I felt this. I respect the major as a soldier, & in no other respect. He is a thorough soldier. As regards danger , in the ranks, I shall be in no more now than before, for I know when we come to battle he would place me in the ranks as he did his servant at Williamsburg who was there killed. On the march it was just as hard before as now for I had to carry all my clothing & very frequently a gun. So you see I was not much better off than a private if any, & while at the end of a days a private could eat his supper & lie down to sleep, it was my lot to scour the country for half a mile around in search of straw for the major to lie upon & to bring rails or wood no matter how far & make a fire and do any amount of other running. This you may imagine was not coveted work when one was tired enough to drop down. But in case I was no way bettered than in the one respect of having your freedom & ease in my devotions & time to devote to thoughts of God & the study of his word., I should consider myself favored.
If I am removed from evil influence which bore upon my morals, it is a kind Providence that removed me. But be it as it may I feel confident it is for the best that God's hand is in it, & that He would protect my defenseless head in every time of danger and he will also preserve my faith when open to exposures upon guard duty. I am as well able to endure as there what I shall be called upon to endure & I shall patiently endure all things trusting in God, & knowing that he loves & cares for his children. At first I felt a little bad, but now I don't care at all & surely you cannot. I feel better by far than if I had been discharged through dissatisfactions Nov. 15th. The preceding I wrote last night before it was so dark I could not see, and for want of a candle I had to stop when darkness came in. I was intending to finish early this morning but like all the other or times of war, orders came about 4 o'clock in the morning to be ready to march at daybreak. Just as the sun was rising from behind the eastern barrier- "forward march" sounded along the ranks & then our column was in motion. We had marched only a mile or two when rebel batteries opened upon our baggage trains to cut them off. Our batteries then opened upon the rebs & for an hour there was a right smart cannonading. Our regiment was just in rear of the battery, & we could distinctly see the shells burst, some of them in midair & others near the ground. We could hear the shells whistle and as they burst fragments would fly screeching over our heads.
After our trains were all up with us, we again moved on, & here I am. I don't know where sitting on my knapsack. We are halted for a rest & get a little dinner. I happened to have my writing utensils with me, so I drew them forth. I never attempted to write on the march before, but I was afraid the mail would go & my letter wouldn't be ready & I presume we shall move before I have time to finish now. I received a letter from you and Mrs. Miller yesterday, the first one I have received for three weeks. The letter bore the date Nov. 3rd & the one I received before that Oct. 13th. Now it cannot be that you did not write during all that interval. Not a single week has but I have sent a letter home. I have never received but two papers from any source & I hunger for something to read. Send me papers every two or three days & can you not continue to send me some things. I am nearly out of thread & want some course needles & a piece of beeswax, yarn, - enveloped - paper. There was one of our boys had some dried apples sent in a newspaper which did indeed look most luxurious. Can't you do the same for me? Put a handful or two in a newspaper but don't seal it. If it is very large put on two stamps. I wouldn't work very hard drying the apples for the soldiers, for it's a precious few they will ever get I think. I want a pair of mittens too, made with a forefinger. Can you send them in a paper. You didn't say anything about sister I believe nor she a word to me. Tell Heattie I will write to her very soon & that I received in yours was the first from her that has come to hand.
O' I must tell you that last Sabbath I had the distinct privilege of attending divine worship in a house erected for that purpose in the little village of Jefferson. It was filled with soldiers & a few citizens & the service was really the most civilized thing I have experienced in the army & decidedly the only Sunday I have known. It seemed so good. Tell sister I would have headed this letter with her name, but I didn't think. If she can't make this do for her too, just imagine, tell her, or if she chooses actually change mother" for "sister" & then it will be her letter.
We are expecting to march a long way yet tonight (it is now 3 PM) & while you are quiet in bed, perhaps dreaming of your absent son, I shall be plodding along my weary way, longing for rest, but I'll not anticipate the reality is bad enough. Yes, I am all out of money, having nothing in that line but 4 postage stamps. I didn't have but 5 or 6 dollars when we started from Concord. I had given Arthur $1.75. The rest I have used for things the most of which were necessary. Do you think I'm extravagant? Please send me $1.00 if you can for I don't know when we shall be paid off.
You spoke of the Sabbath on which you wrote being communion day. How gladly I would have been with you God only knows. Such a privilege I could hardly estimate. I would be most happy to be with you more while Mrs. Miller is there inasmuch as thanksgiving draws near. You must have some poor boy occupy my place at your thanksgiving dinner. Tell sister I expect she is about looking up my Christmas gift. All the boys are well. Joseph H. is just as he used to be at C- only his morals have taken a lower standpoint. Arthur & Willie I have not seen since morning. Both have degenerated on a morals point view. Willie with a good deal of awkwardness & it must be with sacrifice of pride has learned to smoke a pipe & puff a cigar. O' such foolishness! Give my regards to Mr. & Mrs. Watson, the Mrs. Thornberry & everyone who may enquire for me, love for sister & yourself. Look in the papers for news till you hear from me next week.
Accept this from your affectionate son,
Don E. Scott
Tuesday, Dec. 16th, 1862
Thank God for my safe delivery from the dangers to which I have been exposed in the late battle fought on Saturday the 13th. My pen fails to express the gratitude I feel for the protection exercised over me by my God. Our regiment was exposed to the rebel fire all day and from 1 o'clock to 6 we were in the thickest of the battle. O' that may I never be the witness to another such scene. It was dreadful, dreadful. I did not receive the slightest wound. Since the battle I have been nurse in the hospital, caring for the wounded, dressing their wounds, and administering in every way to their needs.
I left the battlefield after all the firing had ceased about 6 o'clock, a wounded man leaning on my arm and started for the hospital which is in an old brick storehouse just in the city's edge on the river bank. I was up all night caring for the wounded as they were brought in & all day yesterday. Our Regt. Was badly cut up. It is reported 200 are killed, wounded, and missing. This will serve to quiet your anxiety & fear which undoubtedly you feel on my behalf. May your trust be firm in God as is mine & commend me every day to his care.
The battle is not over here yet and I fear many more precious lives must be lost altogether and others made miserable before the enemy is dislodged from their stronghold they occupy on the bluff behind the city. I say, notwithstanding I have escaped harm once, lay down my life in my country's defense when we are called upon to enter the battlefield again, but my heart & confidence in my God is unshaken. Let His will be done.
I hope this will reach you very soon. You will pardon my brevity for I am very tired and busy. This will tell you I am well and free from harm. I will write to give you more particulars as soon as possible.
Accept this with the love of your
PS. I send a few memento's taken here in the city. Some leaves from a Virgil and some other things I would send but I find my letter to full. Save them.
Dec. 21st, 1862
My Dear Mother,
Three or four days ago I sent you a few penciled words to relieve your anxiety & to assure you of my safety, promising to write again soon. It is the Sabbath but nothing has transpired to remind me of its sacredness. No familiar ringing of church bells reaches my ears - no tinkling of sleigh bells which seemingly have done with the gaiety they have on other days for the more serious tone as they warn the wayside churchman of the encroaching hour of worship. In fact there has been nothing, not even a prayer have I heard offered on this Holy day save from my own lips. You must be assured that it is trying to the Christian soul to be thus deprived of all religious advantages.
There has been the usual military parade, inspection of arms in the morning & dress parade in the evening. Both these duties I performed, washed myself all over and overhauled my little wardrobe containing one shirt, one pair of drawers, one pair of stockings, all sweet and clean. I exchanged them for the dirty & ragged one I have worn since the battle. This done I performed my toilet, read some precious passages from my Testament and sundry other things until at last darkness has closed in upon me, and having dispatched my supper, I seat myself before my fireplace and by the light it affords am I in silent commune with those I so dearly love, and sweet it is to do this commune.
You would feel richly rewarded I am sure were you a bird, if you would just wing your way to the banks of the Rappahannock & sit here before the blazing fire, curled up in my blanket with my writing on my knees, head bent forward to catch the light. Although the bleak Dec. wind whistles furiously & without it is cold & dreary, yet if you would just step in you would find me warm and comfortable. You cannot stand in my humble cot for it is scarcely high enough for one in the sitting posture & in moving have a care, for my tent-mates lie sleeping beside me, each wrapped in his blanket which is all of his bedding. I would give you a place at the fire and place on an extra stick while the same Yankee ingenuity would permit you to examine my fireplace as favored me in making it. It is a very Yankee institution I can assure you & served a Yankee purpose. It is composed of simply turf & mud. The wood we must necessarily burn to keep from freezing has to be brought a full half mile on our backs & the same with water. My two tent-mates are sick & I have it all to bring besides nursing them. It is very cold here now. We are experiencing such weather as you have in Nov. in NH. But I hope it will soon be warmer. Although the battle was fought a week ago yesterday yet I have not fully recovered from the effects of it. I wish that I had the ready writers practiced art that I might picture to your imagination the scenes that met my vision the dreadful, dreadful day. Yet I would not for I would spare you the shock it would give your sensitive nature, for no one could look upon such a scene & not have his nerves terribly tried.
On Thursday morning, the 11th, while I was still wrapped in my blanket at 5 o'clock, the booming of distant cannon was heard. At first it was irregular, but by 6 there was a continuous roar. Very soon after the cannonading commenced we had orders to march at day break. Our breakfasts were speedily dispatched and at the appointed time with three days rations in our haversacks we were drawn up in line of battle. Very soon in light marching order we were on our way to the point whence came the sound of cannonade which had become terrific and all supposed toward the battlefield. Each was busy with his own thought & but little was said save for a casual remark about the firing. All along our way we passed troops& in turn troops passed us, all silently winding our way toward the scene of action. Looking in all directions thousands could be seen marching toward our common center. We marched to the top of the hills on the North side of the Rappahannock, just opposite the city. The firing of the cannon was unabated & at 10 AM the rapidity of firing & continual roar of the cannon was unabated and beyond description. At noon the firing ceased altogether but was resumed again at One PM & continued at irregular intervals till sunset.
We lay in the mud all day listening to the roaring cannon but were to far in the rear to suffer harm. At nightfall we were marched back to our camp to rest for the night. Early on the morrow we were on our way to the scene of action. The cannon had already commenced playing but not so fiercely as before. About 9 o'clock on Friday morning we crossed the river and entered the ruined city. It was sad to witness the destruction of property & not only the destruction of property but of life. There was scarcely a house in the city that was not perfectly riddled with shot & shell and there were five rebels lying cold in death. It was shocking to look at their mutilated forms. There was one with leg and arms torn completely from his body. There is one with the entrails torn from the stomach and here another with the head completely gone. We lay in the city just on the bank of the river during the day & night being all the while shelled by the rebels in the rear of the town on the hills where they have embankments & rifle pits.
On Saturday morning we marched to the upper end of the town, there shelling us meanwhile. We lay ther till 12 Noon when the musketry firing which commenced in the morning be