[The transcriber of this letter reports: “This letter is addressed and written in a feminine hand, evidently that of a nurse in the Hospital.”]
Georgetown College Hospital, D. C.
September 6, 1862
Dear Parents:-
Don’t be surprised or uneasy to see the heading of this note. I am not sick or hurt. I marched about with the troops of my Brigade, suffering hunger, fatigue, and many other hardships and privations, until I was completely broken-down. I had an attack of a bilious character also, my liver a “little out of kilter,” etc.
Dr. Rohrer, surgeon of the 10th, advised that I be sent to a hospital in Washington or Georgetown and I consented. I came here yesterday and will not stay here more than a few days.
The last letter I wrote to you was from Fredericksburg. Since that I have neither received or sent any new from or to home until day before yesterday, when I received yours of the 13th, 20th and 27thm, one from Celestia, one from Frank, Miles and two or three more. I had written out an account of my daily wanderings for the past three weeks intending to send the same to you, but while sleeping in a wagon, a mule pulled my blouse out from under my head and devoured it and its contents,— my diary, a dozen letters, pocket-handkerchief, match-box, etc. In the morning all that remained of my coat was the buttons and one arm! You will join with me in thinking the act perfectly mulish and must be contended [contented] with the account as I can recollect it.
We started from Fredericksburg the night I last wrote you, August 21st, marched all night, all the next day and until midnight when we arrived near Warrenton. You may imagine what kind of a time we had. Pope had been skirmishing and falling back for more than a week previous and he was then on the north bank of the Rappahannock. The enemy was endeavoring to cross. This was the reason all available troops were sent to his aid. We lay near Warrenton two or three days during which time we could see continual fighting between the artillery all along the valley of the Rappahannock. We marched next a few miles out beyond Warrenton toward Waterloo and the next morning started back toward Manassas. This was a week ago last Thursday. We reached the junction about 7:00 P. M. and heard rapid and continued firing in the direction of the Old Bull Run battlefield which was about two or three miles distant. [1] King’s Division were engaging the enemy. Friday the battle commenced in earnest, lasting all day. We held our own and more—having driving the enemy back some distance. Saturday it continued, each army having been reinforced. At about 6:00 P. M., the enemy made a sudden demonstration on our left which was commanded by McDowell. His command consisted of McCall’s, King’s and Rickett’s Divisions. The opposing force was so suddenly overwhelming that a PANIC took place and such a sight! The road was completely blocked with men trying to get away as fast as they could. As soon as possible lines were formed across the road and no man was allowed to pass, neither officer or enlisted man. Partial order was again restored but the day was LOST, LOST!!! The enemy held the field. There was some skirmishing on Sunday and in the afternoon the rebels came around our right and attacked us near Fairfax Courthouse. They were driven back but we lost Generals Stevens and [Major General Philip]Kearney,— the latter the best fighting general we had.
The army has all been drawn in about Washington where it is at present. No danger of the rebels taking the City. Our Division is lying at Arlington Hights, opposite the city.
The loss in our regiment was not very heavy although many are wounded. Col. Kirk, Capt. Ayer and Lieut. [Milton M.] Phelps, my classmates, (see photographs) were all wounded. Phelps was shot through the right lung but he is doing well. [2] None of the Venango boys killed that I know of.
I will give you an idea of how we are used in the hospital as far as I can judge from my experience thus far. When we were brought to Alexandria we were sent down to the wharf and placed on board a boat, taken to Washington and hauled in ambulances to this place. On our arrival at this quite large building, being dusty and dirty, we were furnished with soap, towels and bathed all over. Then we were given each a pair of Canton flannel drawers and a large flowing cotton shirt, a pair of woolen socks, slippers, and a gown. The room in which I am is larger than the Church at Freedom and is filled with cots. It accommodates about 75 patients. The cots are supplied with straw ticks, muslin sheets, and a spread as white as the driven snow. We have straw pillows too. It is a very comfortable place to be sick, plenty of surgeons and nurses and good attendance. I have not been as comfortable situated for more than a year and hadn’t been in here more than an hour until I felt like seeing how high I could kick up against the wall, which I happen to be near. I am almost sorry I can not stay here a few weeks and enjoy myself, but duty calls me back to my regiment as soon as possible.
There is a certain little thing which I expected to hear from you if you have heard anything concerning it, but as you have never mentioned it I presume you know nothing about it. I know nothing about it officially,— all is hearsay. Elisha Davis, you know, is raising a regiment. I heard before we left Harrison’s Landing that somebody had seen a notice in the Jefferson Star, (Brookville) that recruits were being raised for a company to be commanded by J. D. Chadwick. I paid no attention to the rumor, however, thinking that it was someone else of my name. About a week afterwards Col. McCalmont wrote to a man in the 10th Regiment and asked him if I had gone away from the regiment to take command of my company yet. He said he understood I was to have a company in Davis’ Regiment. This completely stumped me for I had heard nothing from E. W. about it. A day or two after that a list of the officers were published in the Philadelphia Inquirier, which I enclose. I am put down as Captain of Company D. Did you ever hear anything about it? I thought that if there was anything to it, Davis being a particular friend of mine, intended to take me by surprise, but I rather guess the affair has fallen through as I have heard nothing more about it for some time and his Regiment, the 145th, has been consolidated with another. This is all confidential. I don’t want you to read everything I write to the neighbors. Never mind, I’ll work myself up yet if doing my duty will gain anything—see if I don’t!
An influential friend went to Cameron last summer to get me a position in the Regular Army. He very nearly succeeded, but didn’t.
I wrote you, I believe, that my friend, Major Smith, was dead.
Tell Shippen that I will write or send him something the next time.—Oh! But I’d like to be at home a few days!
I am signing this on the back of a book, lying upon my cot.
Direct to the Regiment as usual. Don’t say “Reserved” Corps, leave off the “ed”. We’ve been all but reserved.
I am, dear parents, Very affectionately, Your son, James.
Next posting: September 24, 2012
Jonathan E. Helmreich
College Historian
Allegheny College
Meadville, PA 16335
[1] The Second Battle of Bull Run was fought August 28-30, resulting in a stinging Union defeat.
[2] Ayer’s arm was broken by a ball. M’Clure Tryon, another Alleghenian, died of his wounds.