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Quincy + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: History of the Second Massachusetts Regiment of Infantry: A prisoner's diary + A paper read at the officers' reunion in Boston, May 11, 1877 + +Author: Samuel M. Quincy + +Release Date: January 9, 2011 [EBook #34895] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2ND MASS. REG. PRISONER'S DIARY *** + + + + +Produced by Sam W. and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from +images generously made available by The Internet +Archive/American Libraries.) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + +<h1 class="padtop padbase">HISTORY<br /> +<br /> +<span class="tinyfont">OF THE</span><br /> +<br /> +SECOND MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENT OF INFANTRY.</h1> + + +<p class="center lrgfont">A PRISONER’S DIARY.</p> + +<p class="center padtop">A PAPER READ AT THE OFFICERS’ REUNION IN BOSTON,<br /> +MAY 11, 1877,</p> + +<p class="center vsmlfont padtop padbase">BY</p> + +<p class="center lrgfont">SAMUEL M. QUINCY,</p> + +<p class="center vsmlfont padbase">CAPTAIN SECOND MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENT OF INFANTRY.<br /> +BREVET BRIGADIER GENERAL VOLUNTEERS.</p> + + +<p class="center padtop padbase smcap">BOSTON:<br /> +<span class="smlfont">George H. Ellis, Printer, 141 Franklin Street.</span><br /> +1882.</p> + + +<p class="center padtop padbase vsmlfont">PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR THE ASSOCIATION.</p> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>3]</a></span></p> + +<h2>A PRISONER’S DIARY.</h2> + + +<p>The committee’s announcement, that on this evening +there would be read by me a paper relating to the history of +the regiment, I fear may have awakened false expectations. +But it was suggested that a little personal history of my own +experiences, from the moment when that terrific flank fire +caused the regiment to leave me for dead on the field of +Cedar Mountain to the moment when, three months later, +I again came under the stars and stripes at Aiken’s Landing, +would interest former comrades for a short time to-night. +It is safe to say, perhaps, that our regiment passed through +every possible experience of the war. In all the various +scenes of suffering and endurance, both physical and mental, +which the war could offer, the Second Massachusetts +was represented; and in that view, perhaps, the personal +adventures of those who, while separated from the corps, +always considered its membership the highest of honors, +may be considered as forming part of the general history of +the regiment itself.</p> + +<p>I was fortunate enough to find in my blouse pocket, after +acute physical suffering had in a measure given place to the +prisoner’s worst enemy, the leaden vacuity of ennui, a little +duodecimo almanac and diary for 1862, with half a lead +pencil. With these, by dint of fine writing, I succeeded in +keeping a sort of journal of daily events, with my reflections +thereupon, during the whole period of my captivity, the last +entry being comprised in the words, “<i>A free man at +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>4]</a></span> +Willard’s</i>.” From this journal, I shall make copious extracts, +believing that words then written will reproduce the situation +better than any subsequent description from memory.</p> + +<p>At about 2 P.M. on the 8th of August, the long roll was +beaten in the camp of the Second Massachusetts, at Little +Washington. As has often happened, we fell in only to fall +out again with the news that it only meant get ready to +march; and in fact it was nearly five before we were off. +The heat during the first hour or two of the march was +severe, but the latter part was by moonlight and very pleasant. +Still, I find it recorded that some unfortunate and +unseasoned recruits, who had just joined us from home with +knapsacks heavy with five times what they really needed, +were utterly played out before the sun was down. And +here I take up the narration as I find it in the little book +referred to, with an occasional interpolation and explanation +which will be marked as such in brackets.</p> + +<p><i>August 14, 1862.</i>—One week to-day since the fight. Let +us attempt a <i>résumé</i>. On arriving at Culpeper, Friday night, +after a moonlight march which about played out the unfortunate +recruits with their heavy knapsacks, we lay down in a +field, Stephen and I cracking my provision box, which had +come on with the blankets. [This was Lieutenant Stephen +Perkins of Company A with whom I had become intimate, +and who shared with me a great and innocent passion for +tea. Whichever of us was known to possess a supply of the +article was sure of a visit from the other at his camp fire +after a march. Before separating that night, I remember he +said to me, “Sam, we shall see more fighting soon: I feel +it; there is a battle in the air.” There was, indeed, and it +ended the battle of life for him.] We then slept on the +moor, to the sound of freshly arriving troops and wagons. +In the morning, we find an army around us. After a breakfast +at the sound of the triangle [for by this unmilitary instrument +did Johnson, our caterer, call the officers’ mess to meals], +under the sun, we fall in and take arms, but have hardly +done so when we stack them again and proceed to stake out +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>5]</a></span> +ground for a camp. But this is just done and tents beginning +to rise when Sherman, of Pope’s staff, rushes by to +head-quarters at a rate which “spared not for spoiling of his +steed,” and which caused us to hold our hands in expectation +for a moment; and, sure enough, in two minutes we were +again in line, and this time off under a blazing sun, though +for once without our knapsacks. Through Culpeper and +about six or seven miles further in a fiery furnace hotter +even than that of Shadrach & Co. Near the front, heard a +little firing. Sergeant Parsons fell with sun-stroke. Left +two recruits with him and pushed on for the right, where +at last, panting and half dead, we got into a wood where we +stacked arms and fell down behind them. The half hour of +breeze and shade which ensued made men of us once more, +so that when my company was ordered to skirmish we were +actually able to do it. The firing of artillery commenced at +about 3 P.M., as I should judge, pretty heavy and well-sustained. +Ned Abbott’s company and mine were ordered to +report forward, and deployed our skirmishers on the garden +fence, with reserves behind; and there, for a couple of hours, +we watched the swayings of the artillery fight, timing the +explosion of the heavy shells, and watching the varying +intervals between the shots of the rebel batteries. At last, +as the sun seemed not more than an hour high, and just as +Ned Abbott, lying by my side in the rear of our skirmishers, +had expressed his disbelief in the fight’s coming off that +afternoon, an orderly, followed by Pitman of Banks’ staff, +came up to where Gordon was sitting on his horse near us, +watching the field through his glass; and it seemed, for the +first time, that something was going wrong. I was near +enough to hear that he wanted a regiment of Gordon’s brigade +to report, as I understood it, to Banks at the centre. +“You must take him your regiment, then,” said Gordon to +Colonel Andrews. Abbott and I jumped to our feet, and were +ordered to rally our men on the battalion; and hardly, panting +and breathless, had we resumed our places in line when +the regiment advanced by the right of companies to the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>6]</a></span> +front, until we had cleared the garden, and then by company +into line.</p> + +<p>Then commenced the furious and incessant roll and crash +of musketry, leaving, as Copeland expressed it, no interval +in which a single other shot could have been inserted. We +plunged over the ditch and crashed through a wood, out of +which came Crane of the Third Wisconsin, covered with +blood, and reeling in his saddle, until after about a quarter +of a mile we came to a fence with a wheat-field beyond. In +this, a brigade of rebels were in line, but what they were +firing at we couldn’t see. We opened fire and then were +ordered to cease—why, I don’t know, as I could see no +one between us and them. But, as their line advanced, we +soon re-opened fire, as the converging storm of balls hailed +upon us.</p> + +<p>How long this lasted, I could not tell. Their red flags +advanced, but large gaps were opening in their lines. +Finally, the bullets seemed to come from all sides at once. +Pattison, my lieutenant, shouted in my ear that Cary was +down, and he had been ordered to take his company; and +he left. Then the red flags seemed close upon the fence, +and it seemed to me that the right had fallen back; and I +started across the little gap in the fence to see. Yes, the +right had gone; but in that instant I caught it, first in the +right leg, then through the left foot, and in that same instant +the enemy were upon us, or rather upon me, for what +was left of my company had gone with the rest. Though +staggering, I had not yet fallen, when one rushed up, aimed +at my head with “Surrender, G—d d—n your soul!” which +I did. But if I had known then, what now I know, I +would have lain there for dead till they were gone, and then +dragged myself slowly toward our side. [This refers to the +fact that one of the first pleasing pieces of information +communicated to me by my captors, who were surprised +that I did not already know it, was that, by special orders +of Jeff. Davis, none of Pope’s officers were to be treated +as prisoners of war or paroled, but kept as hostages to be +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>7]</a></span> +hanged from time to time in retaliation for any such execution +of guerrillas as was threatened in Pope’s celebrated +orders, of which we then had not yet heard.]</p> + +<p>But as it was [the journal resumes], I gave up my sword +and pistol, sat down, borrowed my captor’s knife, ripped my +trousers open and shoe off, and examined damages. An +awful hole in foot and little one in leg, at the bottom of +which the bullet was plainly visible. Seeing this, the Confederate +gentleman to whom I then belonged was seized +with a desire to perform a surgical operation with the knife +referred to, but yielded to my remonstrance and request +that he would be satisfied with having put it in, and allow +some gentleman of the medical staff to undertake the bullet’s +extraction. Two of them then offered to take me across +the wheat-field to where their own wounded were, asking +me at the same time what money I had for them. They +did not offer any violence or undertake to search me. Had +they done so, they would have made prize of my money-belt, +containing over $90 in greenbacks and a gold watch. I +gave them some ten or twelve gold dollars which I had +in my pocket, reserving one by great good luck, as will +presently appear. Then they carried me across the field, +with each arm affectionately round a rebel neck. As I +passed the fence where the right had been, there lay poor +Ned,—who half an hour before had joked about being two +hours in action without losing a man,—with white, waxen +face against the dead leaves. It was just light enough for +me to recognize him. Who else of the officers had fallen, +I did not know, save that Cary was down, as Pattison had +told me, before our lines gave way. With occasional halts, +they carried me across the field, and put me down among a +groaning mass of wounded of both sides. The men next me +gave me water and a knapsack for my head, a man came along +with a canteen of whiskey and I got a drink. The moon rose +full over the trees, and the cannonade recommenced. I got +a piece of the wounded rebel’s blanket next me over my +shoulder, lay as near him as I could; for, though the day had +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>8]</a></span> +been blazing, the night mist and loss of blood made me +shiver; and I slept. Once I was waked by some one attempting +to pull off my seal ring; but he desisted when I +pulled my hand away, remarked, “A handsome ring,” and +went on. Very likely he thought me dead, as my companion +under the blanket was by that time.</p> + +<p>Before daylight, the pain of my shattered bones brought +me again to consciousness. Somehow, I hated to see the +sky begin to brighten, knowing how soon the sun would blaze +furiously down upon us. And yet I didn’t seem to realize +the horrors of the position, but looked upon myself as acting +a part for which I had expected to be cast, and with the +stage business of which I was perfectly familiar; and all +the wounded took it more or less as a business matter. As +the sun rose, I gradually dragged myself under trees with the +rest of the groaning set, leaving those who had died to sleep +it out. A rebel soldier passed with two canteens on. +“What will you sell me one of those canteens for?” said +I. “I’ll give you a dollar.” He laughed and was passing +on. “A gold dollar,” said I. He stopped: “What, Yank! +Have you got a gold dollar?” “Yes,” said I, “you go to +the branch, fill the canteen with fresh water, and here’s +the dollar.” If he had been a wretch, he might have taken +it away and left me to die, for there was no one else near +except wounded; but, after considering a few minutes, he +went off to the stream, filled the canteen, brought it to me, +took the dollar, and left. And that canteen, I think, saved +my life; for soon the sun rose so that no more shade could +be had. I tore up my handkerchief, bound my wounds, and +kept them moist, kept the canteen under me and took little +sips when my thirst became unbearable, and so got through +the day, making the water last until evening. By and by, +they began to pick up the wounded by threes and pairs, in +ambulances. When, however,—I should think about 3 P.M.,—there +were about five or six of us left, and I the only Yankee, +a sudden rush of men through the woods and stampede +of wagons down the road, with an accompaniment of “Yankees +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>9]</a></span> +are coming!” swept every sound man away from us. +Every man that had legs used them at double quick. Then +the prayers of the wounded to the wagoners, as they flogged +their teams past: “Oh, take me away from here, help me +into a wagon; for God’s sake, don’t leave me to the Yankees!” +One poor fellow, all of whose clothes had been taken +off by the surgeon engaged on his wounds, raised himself, +stark naked and covered with blood, against a tree, and implored +every teamster in turn to stop and take him in. +The effect was grisly. It struck me that, if they were +really coming, some of the rebs then rushing by might take +occasion to settle one Yankee “<i>en passant</i>”: so I got my +blouse off, covered myself with dead rebel sergeant’s coat, +and lay low. A section of artillery extricated itself from +the wagons, and wheeled into battery; and, finding myself +just in point-blank range, I succeeded by painful endeavor +in getting behind a big stump.</p> + +<p>But, alas! the excitement subsided, the wagons were +stopped and ordered back, officers cursed the originators of +the panic, and it was all over. But a real charge or a few +shots just then would have started “secesh” with a rush, +and saved the captain of Company E, Second Massachusetts +Volunteers. After awhile, an ambulance came and picked +up the last two of us and carried us to where the hospital +flies were pitched. My driver, after making sure that nobody +heard him, informed me that he had always been for the +Union, and voted against “secesh”; “and when they started +this war,” said he, “I swore they’d have to fight it out without +me; but I was wrong there, for they’ve got me.” He +drove me up to a fly under which were some dozen or twenty +wounded on hospital cots. At first, they said there was no +room; but then somebody discovered that his neighbor was +dead, and suggested that the Yankee might take his place. +So they moved the dead man out under the eaves inside the +guys, and gave me the cot. The surgeon examined and +bound up my foot, relieving me with the assurance that it +would probably stay on, though I should be always lame. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>10]</a></span> +The bullet came out of my leg very easily, for, oddly +enough, it hadn’t pierced my drawers, but had carried them +deep into the leg in a sort of bag. A thunder-storm now +burst upon us, and with the first gust down came our house, +over living and dead. After a long staggering and flapping, +they got her set again. The rain thundered on the canvas +and cascaded in sheets over the dead man under the eaves, +but he was beyond even water cure. The scene was dismal: +in the intervals of rain, they took to burying legs and arms +upon the hill, and it would not have made a bad slide for a +stereoscope, on the whole. But, as night fell, I took my +supper with some relish,—a piece of hard-tack and ham, +given me by a rebel private on the field,—and with the help +of the dead rebel’s blanket of last night, which I had sense +enough to bag when they picked me up, I slept once more.</p> + +<p>In the morning, they sent me in an ambulance or “avalanche,” +as they call it, to head-quarters. Thought at first +I was going before Felix or Stonewall himself; turned out +to be General Hill. He came and looked into the ambulance. +“What regiment?” “Second Massachusetts.” +“Let’s see, Gordon’s old regiment?” “Yes.” “Best regiment +in Banks’ army; cut all to pieces, though: I’ve been +over the ground,” and exit. He ordered me sent to Orange +Court House; countermanded, and they dumped me out by +a blacksmith’s shop. A surgeon came along and ordered +me sent to Rapidan Station, on the box seat of an “avalanche”; +and an awful “avalanche” it was,—four men with +legs and arms off inside. It was eight miles over rocks and +through rivers, and generally such a drive of damnation as +never entered into the heart of man to conceive. Luckily, +I kept my strength; but why the inside passengers didn’t +die before we got half way is the marvel. “The lamentable +chorus, the cry of agony, the endless groan,” as we +bounced and jolted over corduroy road and river bed, was +an ill thing to hear. We arrived at the railroad about +dusk, just as I was calculating about how much longer I +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>11]</a></span> +could stand it without fainting, and they put us out on the +grass among those already arrived. The train came along +after dark, and, finding that I must shift for myself or be +left in the field, I made my painful way on hands and knees, +among horses’ feet and under the awful “avalanche,” to the +platform, where, after a while, they picked me up and put +me aboard; turned seat back, put my foot up, and slept.</p> + +<p>An interval of broken oblivion in the dark car, with +occasional wakings to a semi-consciousness of rumbling +wheels, brakes, and once familiar railroad sounds, mingled +strangely with groans, cries, stench, squalor, and misery. +But, as the night was only a succession of frightful dreams, +I didn’t undertake to decide which was reality, but took the +benefit of the doubt, which was a species of relief. But with +the gray dawn illusions vanished, and the miserable reality +stood out, bald and unmistakable. Where we were going, I +didn’t know; but after a while the impression seemed to +prevail that it wasn’t Richmond, but Staunton; and at +about twelve we arrived here. The train at once became a +menagerie, wherein the Yankee wild beasts were stirred up +and stared at by the town. One citizen, I remember, was +turned out of the car by a rebel sergeant for insulting the +prisoners. They took us out at last, one or two rebs who +had died in the night being first served. Finally, about +evening, they took the two Yankee captains, in almost an +upside-down position, with heads in straw and feet in air, +through the town to the hospital, women coming to the windows +with various expressions of countenance, pity being +the scarcest. I’ve often seen them look out to see soldiers +pass, but never expected to figure in this sort of a pageant +for their edification.</p> + +<p>[The reflections and moralizings on my situation, which +follow, it was my first impulse to omit from this paper +entirely; but on the whole I decide to let them stand as +I find them, requesting only that comrades will consider +them as given in a sort of family confidence.]</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>12]</a></span> +Of my life, if life it may be called [continues the diary], in +this place, I desire to make no record, the <i>olim haec meminisse</i> +principle having no application here. Let the waters +of oblivion cover it forever, if I am ever again a free man. +To lie a crippled and helpless butt for the exulting Philistine +and his women ten thousand times worse than himself, +while such tremendous history is being made of which we +can only guess at the reality, is a living death. And with +such a companion! What is happening behind the impenetrable +curtain between us and the North? Until the +news that God has abdicated and Satan reigns is confirmed +beyond a peradventure, so long will I believe that the right +will triumph in the end. But where the end may be, this +year or twenty hence, <i>quien sabe</i>?</p> + +<p>Of my own chances for life and liberty, I cannot even +guess. The blackness of darkness surrounds me on every +hand, with no perceptible ray or glimmer from any quarter, as +yet. But, doubtless, many a man who thinks he sees his +path of life stretching away in far perspective is really as +blind as I, and can discern no further beyond his nose. +When the tide of war shall turn, as turn it will, what will +be done with us? where shall I be,—here or in the Libby? +Well, each place has its merits: here, enough to eat and +no bracelets; there, the company of gentlemen. Oh Harry +Russell! if you and I were together to cheer each other +with regimental chat, or gallant Major Jim, <i>sans peur et +sans reproche</i>, in your company I could suffer and be +strong unto the end. But I fear that, through desperate +wounds, his mortal body has had no longer strength to +retain the soul of one of the bravest Christian gentlemen +that ever drew sword for the right since the world began.</p> + +<p>And Stephen, my friend, man of culture, reading, and intellect, +whose only complaint of camp life was the loss of +time and opportunity for the growth of mind,—that such +lights should be forever extinguished by the bullets of men +so few degrees above the brute level, saddens the soul. And +shall all this have been in vain? Answer, freemen and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>13]</a></span> +gentlemen of the North, with unborn generations waiting: to +bless or curse your memory,—answer now!</p> + +<p>[The above allusion to “no bracelets” refers to the assertion +of a Richmond paper, immediately communicated to us +by way of cheering our spirits, that Pope’s officers, on arriving +at the Libby, had all been handcuffed. But, although +this proved to be erroneous, yet my own boast of no bracelets +in the hospital was somewhat premature, as the following incident +will show. One evening after supper, just as a half-drunk +rebel officer had become so abusive to us that I almost +expected the cowardice of a blow, entered the sergeant of +the guard, who put a stop to that fun, but, to our great disgust, +after the officer had gone, produced a pair of handcuffs, +which he informed us he was ordered to apply to “that Yankee,” +indicating Captain Bush of the Twenty-eighth New +York, who, being wounded in the arm, was walking up and +down the room, which no one else was able to do. (This officer, +by the way, had voluntarily accompanied his regiment +into action, armed with a cane, being under arrest and deprived +of his sword.) His wound was severe, and the surgeon +had expressed doubts of saving the arm. We all remonstrated +against the barbarity of handcuffing the only +man whom it would really hurt. No use: he had got his orders, +and on went the irons. Bush didn’t say a word, but, +after the sergeant had gone, with a sharp stick which his +neighbor whittled out for him, and a piece of string poked +into the lock of the handcuff, succeeding in pulling back the +catch, and slipped one wrist out. The other, he didn’t mind. +Before the ward surgeon came round the next morning, he +slipped it in again. The surgeon was indignant,—not at +the barbarity, but at the interference with his case,—and +off he rushed to the surgeon in command, to have the handcuffs +removed. But all he obtained was an order that Bush +be sent to Richmond, handcuffs and all. We heard, however, +that the ward surgeon had them removed as soon as Bush +was clear of the hospital yard.</p> + +<p>The story we heard, probably true, was that Hay, the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>14]</a></span> +medical director in command, reading the account of the +Richmond handcuffing, one night when he was tight, was +fired with the idea of emulating such a noble example, and +ordered the bracelets to be applied at once to any Yankee +who was well enough to be walking about. Even our visitors +were rather ashamed of this performance, and invented +an absurd story that Bush had tried to escape,—a man with +a shattered arm trying to escape from the only chance of +saving it!]</p> + +<p>[Journal resumed.] It seems that an opportunity may turn +up for sending this little book off to the North by a man +who will shortly get his parole, and I think will undertake +to smuggle it through. These jottings have been almost +my only resource to pass away the leaden hours. With no +companion to whom I can open my soul, I must soliloquize, +if only to convince myself that I have not yet sunk to the +level of my surroundings.</p> + +<p><i>Saturday, September 20.</i>—Six weeks to-day since the fight +in which we became dead to the world. “Hope springs +eternal,” etc. If it didn’t, how many would turn their +faces to the wall! One man got his everlasting furlough +the other day, just at supper time; but they pulled the +sheet over his face and went on with the bread and molasses; +and, when that was over, down he went to the +dead-house.</p> + +<p>This, in my opinion, is for the country the very moment +of convulsion and travail, out of which some new state of +things,—the commencement of some new era,—for better +or for worse, will surely come. “When the pain is sorest, +the child is born; and the night is darkest before the +dawn of the day of the Lord at hand.” But at this critical +moment to be walled up alive, where only faint echoes and +uncertain sounds from the great fields reach us,—the fields +where our fellow-soldiers are playing out the great game +of the age is,—a chance of war, and nothing to complain +of while we still live. A great battle has been in Maryland, +and, although they make it out that we were worsted, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>15]</a></span> +yet from signs and tokens we draw our own inferences. +First and greatest, the women haven’t been up to crow +victory over the Yankee prisoners, <i>ergo</i> the first despatch +did not announce a success; the doctors have said nothing, +and last night Dr. Hay, with a dozen others and all the +dressers that could be spared, left for Maryland. Charley, +the nigger, yesterday reported that the folks in town felt +very bad about it. Reports fly about of fifty thousand killed +and wounded on both sides; and, as they can’t know ours, +theirs must have been tremendous to have started such +reports. (Here come the women to the menagerie.) At +all events, it’s such a victory as they can’t stand a repetition +of; and now, if the North will pour in reinforcements, there +may be a glimmer of daylight for the cause, if not for me.</p> + +<p>A man has come into this room, wounded at Port Republic, +First Sergeant Seventh Ohio, the most awful specimen of +emaciation that I ever saw or would have believed consistent +with the vital spark. The articulation of each joint, covered +only by the tense polished skin, is as distinct as in a skeleton.</p> + +<p>Another horror: a rebel deserter, who was put in with the +Yankees in order to be under guard, has just been sheared, +on account of one of the plagues of Egypt; and his head was +a sight to dream of, not to tell. He had been living in the +woods since he deserted, was immediately taken down with +typhoid fever, and I thought wanted to die.</p> + +<p>The room now consists as follows, beginning with my next +neighbor: Corporal James Shipp, known as Jimmy, the pet +of the room, doctors and nurses inclusive: a nice, simple-hearted +boy of seventeen, brave and good; shot in shoulder, +scapula taken out; recovering. Private Smith, Forty-sixth +Pennsylvania: good fellow, apparently; has taken laudanum +enough to float a ship, and seems to be getting fat on it.</p> + +<p>The skeleton sergeant comes next. He keeps a journal, +and his wound drives me from the room, whenever opened.</p> + +<p>The deserter and company. He wouldn’t have needed +John Phœnix’s tape-worm, in order to use the editorial “we.”</p> + +<p>A bragging squirt of a Georgian, who got scratched in the +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>16]</a></span> +finger in Maryland, and marched all the way here to save his +precious hide and boast of the Yankees he had killed.</p> + +<p>George Peet, Fifth Ohio: a good young fellow; lost his +foot the other day, after six weeks trying to save it.</p> + +<p>Henry Shaw, One Hundred and Second New York: a +little, white-headed Harlemite, a little conceited; talks a +little better English than the rest of them; shot in back; +recovering.</p> + +<p>Arthur Jordan, Tenth Maine: obliging, pleasant, nice fellow; +had the measles, and was sent to the “measly ward,” +from which he has just made his escape on his own hook, +returning here at the risk of being put in the guard-house.</p> + +<p>Sergeant Henry Holloway, Fifth Connecticut: the only +one with whom I can fraternize at all; a railroad man, engine +driver, etc., infected with the insubordinate ideas natural to +his regiment; otherwise, a good fellow.</p> + +<p>Captain ——, —— ——, selfishness incarnate. It takes +all sorts of men to make up a world, but let us hope that +it takes few such as he.</p> + +<p><i>Thursday, September 25.</i>—Great news in yesterday’s paper. +It seems Pope’s officers have been paroled. That is a glimmer +of daylight, and looks as if the winter might not be +passed in shop ward No. 7, or the Libby. General Prince is +courteously alluded to as “the ringleader of the gang.” For +pure malignity of venom, these Richmond editors would beat +even the witches’ toad that was stewed after his month’s nap +under the stone.</p> + +<p><i>Sunday, 28th.</i>—Away with visions of home and ease! +Wilder Dwight has been killed, and I am Major, I suppose.... +Now to play the man and be prepared to go to the majority +in either sense, when God’s will is.</p> + +<p>Just had a visit from Joshua Munroe,—and a cheering visit, +indeed,—a descendant of Israel Munroe of Lexington fight, +and here an Israelite among the Philistines. Rebel soldier, +just leaving for his regiment, shakes hands all round with +our men, who enjoin him to take care of himself. And how +soon these men may be putting daylight through each other! +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>17]</a></span> +Note: I have experienced from rebel privates almost uniform +kindness, good-fellowship, <i>camaraderie</i>; they treat one +as fellow-soldier. And as for our men, they fraternize as +though the strawberry mark of brotherhood was on every +arm. All the insult, all the bitterness and ill-treatment, have +come from officers and citizens of high position in society, +and from the women, whose envenomed tongues are let loose +upon the wounded prisoner without mercy. This space +[referring to the space in the diary under the printed date of +Saturday, May 24] is the date of our midnight fight on the +dark road; and this [Sunday 25] of our fight and flight to +the Potomac, when hell broke loose in Winchester town; +and this Sunday is just such another, cool and bright; and +this morning [Monday, May 26] A, B, E, and K, were left +on picket at the fence and in woods, with a section of +Cothran, under Lieutenant Peabody. That was the work +that tried our souls. Ned and Dick, brave fellows, both +gone before. “We a little longer wait, but how little who +can know!”</p> + +<p>Two men have died on this floor within the last twelve +hours,—the old man Carter with the consumption, and the +lieutenant with the typhoid, the former last night and the +latter just now. This afternoon [Wednesday, May 28], we +crossed the river; and how good camp was!</p> + +<p><i>Monday, October 6.</i>—Got letters from home last night, +through Jim Savage, who still lives,—God be praised!—though +with one leg off, and a shattered shoulder. Add to +that that we are promised the parole of the yard; add to +that orders expected for Richmond in a few days. I’ll bet +my knapsack will be packed when the assembly beats. +However, we’ll not count this chicken before he chips the +shell, as old —— has tried to addle the egg all he could.</p> + +<p><i>Tuesday, October 7.</i>—One chicken incubated and made +his appearance. Hay, yesterday afternoon, in the intervals of +carving below (the hospital operating room was immediately +beneath us), sends up word that, if we will write out our +parole of the yard, he will sign it. And old —— not being +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>18]</a></span> +on hand to botch the thing, I cooked up a document, got it +signed and sent down, to which the illustrious chief then +affixed his sign-manual, and we are henceforward free of +yard and grounds. Bully for that! [I remember now, I +was the first to test the document’s efficacy, for we could +hardly believe that it would really pass us out. The guard +stopped me, of course, called the corporal, and finally +decided that it was a genuine thing; and I hobbled painfully +down four steep flights and out,—looked up and saw the +rest all crowding to the window and waving hands and hats +to see me actually emerge, like a rat, from the trap which +had held us through long weary months.] I find that the +art of crutch progression is quite a science, and has its outside +edges and its backward rolls, etc., which are not to +be learned without much practice and balancing. Up and +down stairs with ease, confidence, and grace, is somewhat +of an attainment.</p> + +<p><i>Thursday, 9th.</i>—Struggled out to pond and washed; first +decent wash for three months. Had to steal a piece of +black soap, and push out a board over the mud,—hard work +for a cripple. Stopped in at carpenter’s shop and saw Dr. +Hay slice an arm off, <i>secundum artem</i>.</p> + +<p><i>October 13.</i>—Suffering with the first cold snap. The +sergeant’s wound keeps every window open, and we might +as well or better be <i>sub Jove frigido</i>. Rumors of small-pox +pervade the air.</p> + +<p><i>Tuesday, 14th.</i>—An alarm of small-pox yesterday afternoon +in our ward turned out false, I believe, but has scared +everybody most out of their wits. It seems, however, there +were cases elsewhere; for, endeavoring to visit the pond +again, I was stopped by a guard, and told that some tents +just pitched by the shore contained the small-pox patients, +whom no one was allowed to approach within one hundred +yards. After they had recovered or died, the tents were set +on fire as they stood.</p> + +<p><i>Wednesday, 15th.</i>—To-day, I followed Dr. Hay’s trail all +day, bent on a personal interview, until I earthed him at +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>19]</a></span> +last in his office; and the result is that we are off for Richmond +to-morrow. [I had seen the Richmond paper with the +official list of Yankees paroled from the Libby, among whom +were several whom I knew to be Pope’s officers; and I determined +not to rot another day, as food for Confederate +vermin, without claiming my rights as prisoner of war. So +when, after repeated rebuffs, my obstinacy prevailed and +Hay gave orders to let me in, he wasn’t in a good humor. +But I told him, I forget in what terms, that I had discovered +that I was no longer a hostage liable to be hanged in +retaliation for the execution of guerrillas, but a prisoner of +war, with all that that implied, and that, in behalf of all who +were able to travel, I demanded to be sent to the Libby. +He said we were better off where we were. I agreed, but +told him I would suffer anything to know that my name was +on the list to be paroled when my turn came, and that it +was my right to have it there. Finally he said, “Will you +be ready to start before light to-morrow?” “Let me go +back for my blanket,” said I, “and I’ll start now.” “Well,” +said he, “go back, and tell all who the ward surgeon says are +able, to be ready by half-past four.” I saluted, faced about, +and was in the doorway when he stopped me and, seeming +to recover his temper, asked me and any of my friends who +could to come over to his office after supper and take a farewell +drink.] In the evening [the journal resumes], we attended +in Dr. Hay’s office, to take a social drink. Hay +talked fire and fury, “secesh” running up as the whiskey ran +down. A lawyer and colonel joined in, and the telegram of +the Governor of North Carolina to the Governor of South +Carolina was so often quoted that I was fain to back down +from what was fast becoming a three-minute crowd. We +had an amputation to diversify the spree,—soldier brought +in, who I suspect had applied for a discharge by shooting off +two fingers of his right hand. They were badly mangled, so +Hay put him down on the floor and took them off again, +short metre, not without cutting his own in the operation, +he was so tight. I came away then, fearing that my crutches +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>20]</a></span> +might not be as whiskey-proof as erst was wooden leg of +Sawin, and the descent of the front steps requiring that eye, +hand, and foot (literally, foot) should keep true time. There +wasn’t much sleep in No. 7 that night, and early next +morning we were off, leaving George and the skeleton +sergeant, who is fast going down to the dead, though he +doesn’t know it. We had an awful trip, being detained six +hours by a smash-up of the night before, killing seven and +wounding seventy-five,—a mere skirmish. Shortly before +we arrived, at about 1 A.M., an officer came through the car, +caught sight of my shoulder-straps, stopped: “You are a +captain?” “Yes.” “Have you got any federal greenbacks?” +“Yes, a few.” “Well, I want some to pay a debt +I owe at the North, and I’ll give you Confederate money for +them. You’ll want some, for you’ll probably lie for months +in the Libby, and you’ll die if you don’t send out and buy +good food.” Said I, “Thank you, I guess I’ll hold on to my +greenbacks till I get there.”</p> + +<p>The fact that nearly all the hospital officials had made the +same request on various pretexts was significant enough to +me. At 2 A.M., we arrived, where I now write, in the +Libby prison, being received with the once familiar cry of +“Corporal of the Guard, Post No. 1.” The corporal came +and let us in. The officer, cross and sleepy (the infernal +traitor, Peacock, by the way), sent us to the hospital department, +up three flights,—immense room in large tobacco +warehouse, lighted with a single dip, which only made darkness +visible. A ragged young nurse, with his hair on end, +welcomed us to the scene of despair. We were put on cots +of sacking, with nothing under or over us, and shivered ourselves +into oblivion. The next morning, the familiar notes +of reveille on the fife, accompanied by the bass and snare-drum +of the side-show, which Andrews used to detest so, +brought us again to consciousness. I was about to put my +head out of the window, but was forcibly informed that I’d +better not, unless I wanted it shot off. This day, a party +went off which we had hoped to join, but were disappointed; +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>21]</a></span> +and a squad of sixty odd came in from Macon, Georgia. I +thought that I had seen filth, squalor, and wretchedness +before, but I never even conceived the meaning of the +words; and what these men had been through would have +been incredible, except to those who saw them. They said +the Libby was heaven, in comparison to what they had +come from. Saw a dress-parade of the regiment on duty +here, which would have shamed the cadets for measliness +of turnout.</p> + +<p><i>Saturday.</i>—In hell, <i>alias</i> the Libby prison.</p> + +<p><i>Sunday.</i>—This morning before breakfast, little spitfire +clerk came up to take our paroles. I could have embraced +the little devil, but I didn’t, only waited till my name was +called, when I toed the mark <i>instanter</i>, and quite won his +heart with the promptitude with which I recited my descriptive +list, insomuch that he asked me to take a letter +to his sweetheart. After this, the wretched crew were +packed into coaches and wagons, under command of the +black-hearted traitor Captain Peacock, and we left Libby, +the sergeant and I being in with two half-dead wretches of +the Macon crowd, swarming with vermin.</p> + +<p>But after a miserable jolt of fifteen miles, our nigger driver +pointed out the boat lying in a distant bend. “And dar de +flag,” said he with a grin, “ober de starn,” indicating a small +red streak, which was “the star-spangled banner, Oh, long +may it wa-a-ve,” etc. I confess to embracing the staff when +I got aboard, and realized that Jeff. Davis himself couldn’t +take me away without a fight. But before they let us go +aboard there was a long and to us incomprehensible delay +of nearly two hours, during which we lay on the grass just +above the landing and watched the boat, the flag, and the +blue uniforms, with longing eyes. [We learned afterward +that Captain Peacock, while strutting up and down the wharf +in full Confederate uniform, had been recognized by one of +the deck hands who had belonged to his former New York +regiment. The said deck hand pointed him out to a friend, +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>22]</a></span> +with the remark, “Look at his forehead, and you’ll see traitor +written there.” This being overheard by Mr. Peacock, he +demanded an apology for the insult, swearing that, if refused, +he would march us all back to the Libby. How they pacified +him I don’t know, but at the end of two hours he had cooled +off enough to let us go aboard. I was the first who received +permission to go, whereat I bounced on to my one foot and +two crutches, picked up my blanket, and charged down the +hill. The rebel sentry, who hadn’t yet got his orders to +pass us, charged bayonets on me for an instant, but, on a +sign from Peacock, shouldered arms again; and the next +moment I was embracing the flag-staff, as afore mentioned. +The Sanitary Commission received us with open arms and +some delicious milk-punch, and in a few minutes we were +under full steam out of rebeldom, Sergeant Holloway and +I leaning on the guards, watching the foam fly past, and +singing, <i>sotto voce</i>,—“We’re going home, we’re going +home, we’re going home to die no more!”</p> + +<p>We were two days on board the flag-of-truce boat. The +next cot to mine was occupied by a man of a Massachusetts +regiment, taken at the first Bull Run. He was almost a +skeleton, and the worst case of chills and fever I ever saw. +The second day being a shake day, he couldn’t eat his rations, +and offered them to me. He said he thought he was +dying. “But,” said he, “I don’t complain now I’ve got out +of hell, and I shall live long enough to get back into God’s +country and die there, which is all I’ve been praying for for +months.”]</p> + +<p><i>Monday.</i>—Aboard the “Commodore,” off Fortress Monroe, +waiting for orders, which have just come, for Washington. +And here we are at Washington, waiting orders again. +When I find myself once more a free man in Willard’s +Hotel, I shall turn down the leaf of my experiences as +prisoner of war to the rebels.</p> + +<p>Now for philosophy. Captain gone ashore, and fearful +rumors pervade the boat about Annapolis, New York, etc. +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>23]</a></span> +Well, it can be but a day or two, and we are out of rebeldom. +I’ve kept well so— [“Far” would have been the +next word, but marching orders intervened, and the next +entry, in big letters at the bottom of the page, reads] <span class="smcap">A +free man at Willard’s</span>!</p> + +<p>And the first act of the free man aforesaid was to purchase +some underclothes at the furnishing store, which +luckily had not closed for the night, and to proceed therewith +to the bath-room, where hot water and soap speedily +restored that self-respect which is so difficult to retain after +one is conscious of not being the only inhabitant of one’s +garments. The next day, I drew my pay and replaced +my ragged blouse, bullet-pierced trowsers, and torn Confederate +cap (given me on the field to replace my broad-brimmed +felt, which a Georgia gentleman fancied), by the +jauntiest uniform clothes I could find, after which I sallied +out on the avenue; and the first man I met was the captain +of the “Commodore,” who at first insisted that I was mistaken, +as he had never seen me before in his life; and +only my crutches and wounded foot at last convinced him +that I was the same man who had talked to him about +Harry Russell, the day before. The next day, it was just +the other way. Smart young officer rushes up: “Hallo, +Captain Quincy! thought it must be you. How are you?” +“Well,” said I, “I’m glad you thought it was I; but +whether it’s you or not I’m sure I don’t know, for I +should say I had never set eyes on you before.” “What, +you don’t know the man you identified yesterday?” And +it turned out to be a lieutenant of a Western regiment, +and fellow-prisoner, all of whose clothing in the Libby consisted +of shirt, trowsers, and army blanket pinned over his +shoulders. Arriving in Washington, without a cent, I had +identified him at the pay department, while still in his +blanket, from which chrysalis the all-potent greenback had +evoked as shiny a blue-and-brass butterfly as any on the +avenue.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[<span class="hidden">Pg </span>24]</a></span> +This concludes my prison history. I was never again +taken, though coming pretty near it once or twice in Louisiana, +where, as an officer of colored troops, my experiences +might have been much more severe than those above recounted. +If the story has interested former comrades or +assisted in drawing closer the link which binds together the +survivors of the old regiment, I can only rejoice that the +committee asked me to relate it to you.</p> + +<div class="bbox"> +<p><b>Transcriber's Note</b></p> + +<p>As much of this work is a direct extract from a diary, spelling, +grammar and omission of words are preserved as printed.</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of History of the Second Massachusetts +Regiment of Infantry: A prisoner's diary, by Samuel M. Quincy + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2ND MASS. REG. 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