Tuesday, 11th. Capt. went to camp and left me in charge of Det. Wrote letters home and to Fannie. Felt most sick during the day. Did little. Read the Independent in the evening.
War Diary of Luman Harris Tenney.
November 11, 2022 0 comments
Tuesday, 11th. Capt. went to camp and left me in charge of Det. Wrote letters home and to Fannie. Felt most sick during the day. Did little. Read the Independent in the evening.
NOVEMBER 11th.—More projects from the Southwest. Mr. Jno. A. S. has just arrived from New Orleans, where, he states in his communication to the government, he had interviews and correspondence with the U. S. authorities, Butler, etc., and they had given him positive assurances that he will be permitted to take any supplies to the [...]
11th–In camp all day. Beautiful and clear but windy. Heavy firing towards night some twelve or twenty miles to the southwest. McClellan relieved, and to-day Burnside succeeds. Surely, “De kingdom’s comin’, And de day ob jubelo.” Some of the army depressed to-night in consequence of the change. Natural enough, but it will be all [...]
November 10th. Everything quiet; weather clear and pleasant. This morning a mail steamer arrived from the North.
November 10th, Monday. In spite of its being Sunday, no sooner was dinner concluded yesterday than we adjourned, as usual, to the sugar-house to see how much damage we could do. Each took from a negro his long paddle, and for more than half an hour skimmed the kettles industriously, to the amazement of half [...]
Monday, 10th–We have plenty of water at this camp, but are on short rations, having nothing but “gruel” and sweet potatoes to eat. What the boys call gruel is made from flour and corn meal. The quartermaster issued some flour and meal today, each man drawing his portion and cooking it to suit his taste. [...]
Monday, 10th. After breakfast–poor beef–went into town. Advance with secesh flag and a dozen rushed to it and showed passes from Raines and McDonald–one had taken an oath to shoot every picket, straggler, messenger or pilot he could. Citizens came in for protection. Several recruits came in with guns. 6th sang John Brown and Dixie. [...]
NOVEMBER 10th.—A day or two ago some soldiers marched through the city without shoes, in the snow. A committee of citizens to-day obtained an order from the War Department, for the impressment of all the boots, shoes, blankets, and overcoats in the shops. What a commotion among the Jews! It is certain that the enemy [...]
10th.–Reconnoisance by our Brigade to-day. Marched over precisely the same road we came yesterday, to the same place, and returned to-night to the place whence we started the morning; distance going and returning, sixteen miles, over a tremendous mountain: “The King of France, with forty thousand men, Marched up the hill, and then marched down [...]
Sunday, 9th.—Received suit clothes and letter from home. (Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
November 9th. Arrived off the city of New Orleans at noon, and came to anchor. Here we were saluted again by a French and an English man-of-war which were laying at anchor here. We are once more occupying our old position as the Flag Ship. As a matter of course all business for the fleet [...]
Sunday, November 9th. I hardly know how these last days have passed. I have an indistinct recollection of rides in cane-wagons to the most distant field, coming back perched on the top of the cane singing, “Dye my petticoats,” to the great amusement of the General who followed on horseback. Anna and Miriam, comfortably reposing [...]
Sunday, 9th–We moved our camp to higher ground today, and are now in camp on the banks of Scott creek.
Sunday, 9th. Recrossed the mountain, after a breakfast of hoecake of meal captured from the enemy. Went by another road direct for Fayetteville. Very rough roads and poor country most of the way. Encamped in sight of the town.
November 9, 18621 “We had quite a snow-storm day before yesterday, and it is still very cold. I am afraid our poor soldiers will suffer dreadfully from the weather this winter, as I heard yesterday that we had upwards of 10,000 men without shoes! “Genl. Johnston2 is improving, and speaks of reporting for duty in [...]
NOVEMBER 9th.—It is too true that Charleston, Va., and the great Kanawha salt works have been abandoned by Gen. Echols for the want of an adequate force to hold them, If the President had only taken Gen. Lee’s advice a month ago, and ordered a few thousand more men there, under the command of Gen. [...]
Nov. 9—Division moves to Strasburg. Barefoot men march in snow. Bury H. Y. Kirkpatrick at night in Presbyterian cemetery. He enlisted at nineteen, from Mecklenburg county. Lovely Christian. Died in the house of Mrs. Davis, November 8th, 10:30 p. m. How sad the sight! How tenderly a few of his comrades raked away the snow, [...]
Sunday, 9th.–How little like Sunday the day has been; marching, whooping, hollering. Few even know it is Sunday. From present appearances, one would judge that– “The sound of the church going bells, These valleys and rocks never heard.” March to-day with all teams in advance. What does it mean? Are we again retreating with our [...]
Camp near Port Royal, November 9, 1862. The day before yesterday we had a snow, and the weather is now quite cold. Winter seems to have set in, and it finds us sadly prepared for it. A large number of our soldiers are entirely barefooted, and very many without blankets. Living in the open air, [...]
Saturday, 8.—Brother Lon gone to Marshall’s. Drew tents for company. (Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
November 8th. Came to anchor off South-West Pass at nine A. M. We were saluted with thirteen guns by a large French man-of-war which was lying to anchor at this place. We returned the salute. At three thirty P. M., Richmond got under way and attempted to cross the bar, but unfortunately she grounded; signalized [...]
Saturday, 8th–Nothing of importance. A large detail from the Sixth Division was sent to clear a place for a drill ground down on the second bottom of the creek south of our bivouac.
Saturday, 8th. Still southwest to Rhea’s Mills ten miles and then breakfast–fresh beef and no salt. Col. Philips here two nights before, two of his Indians shot. Two girls wounded severely by rebels firing into a house. After breakfast went to my own men with Capt. Gave Capt. Lucas detachment–the advance. Direction southeast. Rode 7 [...]
NOVEMBER 8th.—The European statesmen, declining intervention in our behalf, have, nevertheless, complimented our President by saying he has, at all events, “made a nation.” He is pleased with this, I understand. But it is one of the errors which the wise men over the water are ever liable to fall into. The “nation” was made [...]
Nov. 1—Bro. Power and I walk up the mountain and spend two or three hours. Fine view. Pray together up there. Nov. 2—Bro. Power begins to preach et 10: 30, but troops are ordered out and fall back toward Paris and lie in line of battle all night. Nov. 5—Brigade in camp near Fort Royal. [...]