Long Road Home--—The Trials and Tribulations of a Confederate Soldier

Michael Braswell

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This is the same ground occupied by the New York Seventh at one time, and has become interesting from being the scene of a skirmish in the early part of the war. A small brick dwelling on the ground is full of bullet marks, and the trees in some parts of the wood are also marked with bullets. On the grounds is a fine spring with a pump, which supplies the Regiment with excellent water—a very good thing in camp life. We are surrounded by Regiments.

Our nearest neighbors are the Ninth N. Christian's Regiment, the Twenty- Sixth, which later arrived to-day from Elmira. Half-a-dozen other regiments are within sight, but I have not learned where from as yet. Could some of our Utica artists who have a particular eye for the picturesque but look in upon us, they would find ample employment for pencil or brush, and perhaps for their cacchiunatory muscles. The encampment taken as a whole—the white tents mingling with the deep green of the trees above and around them—is striking, no pun and romantic, but once descend into details—once get a clear, microscopic view—and the enchantment vanishes, or at least assumes another form.

Could some of our Utica friends behold some of their Fourteenth friends huddling about the Quarter-Master's Provision Depot, and finally, in triumph lugging off a chunk of salt pork or beef, they would, I think, be more struck with the novelty than the romance of the sight. Yet they might well envy us the appetite with which said salt beef or pork is eaten, cooked not quite so delicately as Utica kitchens were wont to prepare us food. All sorts of men are turned cooks. Even your humble servant had the honor of making some beef steak and a cup of tea, to-day, which were pronounced "good" by Surgeon Churchill and Major Young.

So I am vain enough to imagine that I could "keep a hotel," under certain circumstances. It is astonishing how proud it makes a man to feel that he can cook a meal of victuals in good style. The best man in the Regiment is he who can best handle a frying-pan, with a steak in it. As a general thing, I believe, the men get along well cooking their own rations, though there are some grumblers, as there must be for variety. The allowance to day consisted of fresh beef, with a small bit of salt pork, bread, coffee and sugar, and salt.

Those who have any money can for a few pennies buy enough luxuries to make a very nice meal, and those who live on the bare rations ought not to lose flesh. The secessionists are but a few miles from here, and we hear daily rumors of their movements across the river. To-night, however, on dress parade, more serious news came. An aid of General Sandford, Col. Hamilton, rode up on a panting horse, while the Regiment was on parade.

He brought intelligence that Beauregard was approaching Washington with 20, men. Orders were given for the Regiment to hold itself in readiness to march on five minutes' notice. Should such an order come, not a man will be found unprepared or unwilling. Some excitement was created to night in the camp by the report that a spy had got into the camp, and had been inquiring into business that did not belong to him. He went into Captain Thompson's company, and that officer, suspecting something wrong, called a guard and ordered his arrest, but before the guard arrived the illustrious stranger had vanished.

Every effort was made to find him, but he was gone entirely. The camp is on the alert, and double guard is posted. Scouts are busy on every hand, and just this moment a party passed my tent, in the moonlight, remarking to the sentinel that there was a spy somewhere in the camp, and cautioning him to keep special watch. I only hope they'll catch the sneak. It really begins to look like war. The weather was very warm yesterday—thermometer up to ; but the men did not suffer much.

The nights are glorious. The moon is full, and such a scene as it shines on here is perfectly enchanting. There is just excitement enough in camp to make one wakeful, and the night is so lovely that he cannot regret his wakefulness. Several times to-night it is now midnight I have heard sentinels discharge their pieces in neighboring camps, whether from real or fancied danger, I know not. It sounds like the "rude alarm of war," whether it be or not. Yours, for our country, D. A detachment of the New York 14th Regiment arrested a spy this morning, who had full details of the number of troops, position and strength of the batteries around Washington.

There was also found upon him a sketch of a plan of attack upon the city. He had the position of all the mounted cannon in the city. The scouts of the New Hampshire 2d Regiment wounded a man this morning, who was approaching the lines, and observing carefully the position of the camps and batteries. He pretended to be unable to speak English at first, but recovered his knowledge of the language as soon as he was shot.

Several members of the New York 14th Regiment to-day arrested a suspected spy, among whose effects at the boarding house were plans of camps on the Virginia side, the position of batteries and the number of troops, and other valuable information. He was turned over to the military authorities.

Utica Morning Herald and Daily Gazette. The Fourteenth Regiment at Washington. The Fourteenth Regiment, Colonel James McQuade commanding, is at last fairly settled in camp; and now that it is "at home," is not only ready but anxious to receive "calls. Leaving out the "panics," for which our regiment is unrivaled, life begins to grow monotonous. All wish a change, and I imagine no more welcome sound could break on the ears of the majority of us than the midnight booming of the three alarm guns, summoning every soldier to arms, and perhaps to bloody tussle with the rebels.

We have attained such a state of discipline and daring that the littlest man in camp can look and laugh "grim-visaged war" in the face. At present the attention of the men is mainly devoted to the question of rations—a question, too, of large importance, and upon which very much might be said. I will, however, enter into detail only so far as to give the bill of fare furnished by the U. I copy it from the printed regulations issued this campaign to the Subsistence Department by Simon Cameron, Secretary of war, It may be of interest to those desirous to know just how their brothers, sons or husbands are faring.

The following is the daily ration allowed to each man: Tea is allowed on special requisition, and fresh beef not less than two days in a week, nor more than five. Such has been the draft on Government by troops, that often even these articles could not be furnished when needed by the regiments.

In the basement of the Capitol, huge ovens are kept hot night and day, baking from 25, to 30, loaves of bread daily, yet often falling behind the demand. Much aversion is felt by the men against eating pork, and it is not strange, for the wallowing, grunting, filthy scavenger of a beast is totally unfit for human food, and should be shunned whenever possible. The fare at the best is rough, and none who are dainty will do to "go for a soldier.

A large number of the men are suffering from bowel complaints, occasioned either by the change of climate and water, or the food, or else all combined. It took place early in the forenoon, being all concluded by 10 o'clock. It was a proud sight for a Yorker to behold. At least fifteen thousand men passed in review before Gen. Scott, the President and his Cabinet—tread firm and bayonets glittering—all but a tithe of what the Empire State can and will do if requested.

Scott was overheard by watchful ears to pay the Fourteenth a compliment. Fearing that you will not hear of it unless I tell it, I trust my Regimental egotism will be pardoned, when I say that the old veteran viewed us keenly from under his portentous eyebrows as we passed, then turning to Abraham Lincoln remarked: All day long the streets swarmed with soldiers, and the Capital was alive with them.

They flocked thither to "see Congress" and the noble pile wherein that august body deliberates. The crowd in the House was fairly smothering, and the Senate Chamber was beset by thousands of eager individuals with straining eyeballs. To the mass the sights were entirely new, and were viewed with insatiable interest. And well might they be. The Capitol is worthy to excite admiration and wonder, with its magnificent marble, its grand stairways, sculptured columns and massive arches, mosaics, mirrors, labyrinthine halls and passages; its paintings and its statuary; its relics, mementoes and memories; and over all, its stately magnitude, so grand, so proud, so firm.

The Rotunda, within which one feels so small, attracted many visitors. Here are historic pictures and portraits of emminent [sic] Americans. Some rude person, not content with verbal expressions of contempt, has hurled a quid of tobacco against the canvass, the result of which is two brown streaks down across the forehead of the old Public Functionary, making him appear as if perspiring in great agony over the recollection of some of his past misdeeds.

Next to this portrait is a painting, which more than any other has attracted my attention. It represents the embarkation of Pilgrims from Delft-Haven, Holland, in The scene is on the deck of the vessel, just before leaving. The group, consisting of about twenty persons, are in the attitude of prayer.

In the center, with an open Bible before him, kneels the grey-haired minister, the father of the flock, with his hands meekly clasped imploring the Divine protection, while around him are the fathers and sons, husbands, wives and daughters of the heroic band. The figures in the group which especially pleased me, were those of Miles Standish and his wife Rose. In him the artist has most truthfully conceived and depicted the stern Puritan; in her face and expression he has thrown the soul of a trustful, devoted and devotional wife.

There is in the attitude of Rose the most beautiful blending of the elements of religion and love. In the evening there were displays of fireworks, but none that would compare with those annually let off in Utica. Yet all about the city, on every hill, from hundreds of camps, burned fires and darted rockets.

The night was full of baleful lights and shadows. It did not seem to me like a Fourth of July, full of joyous exultations. Every red fire that blazed, blazed fiercely; every rocket that pierced the clouds hissed war; the trembling fires from roman candles told only of tumultuous feelings that held sway in thousands of armed breasts; the very sky seemed lit with lurid lights; while the comet burned like a flashing falchion, overhanging with threatening poise the war-distracted land.

Occasionally the air would move with the dull, heavy boom of cannon from away down the Potomac, growling deep threats of vengeance and destruction from their iron throats. The intermediate stillness of the air seemed to embrace some indefinable horror, a vague foreshadowing, that made the soul stand back, afraid. To me the night was a solemn one, and I dreamed of shadowy armies, millions of moving men, black smoke, and thundering cannon. Soldiering is not play. It is not softening and refining to the disposition and habits of a man.

It is one long, stern lesson of discipline, both physical and moral. He who can not endure the bodily stress is unfit for a warrior, and should return honorably to the pursuit of peaceful labors. Upon every one falls, too, a strict and trying moral discipline. A soldier's life, though adopted from the purest motives, is best fitted to call out all that is evil in a man's nature, and blunt the excellent qualities he may possess. The restraints of society are not about him. He is but one in a great crowd, and wrong doing does not stand out so plainly, does not look so repulsive as when he was surrounded by kindred who would look with downcast faces upon the smallest deviation from the path of virtue.

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I have penned these lines knowing that they may reach those who have brothers and sons in the army, and knowing that they may arouse painful apprehensions in their breasts; but they will not be causelessly aroused. While some depart from honor's side, there are many who nobly stand by their principles as bravely as by the flag under which they fight. Such will return from the war with a moral stability that will resist any attack. Yet I can not forbear speaking this word of warning to those who may be forgetful of the trials they are really undergoing.

Sisters and mothers can not utter an admonition in their letters to loved ones here, that will not find an acceptable and grateful resting place in the heart of a brother or a son. Temptations come here in almost impenetrable disguises. General items of interest are rather scarce here just now. Our old friend, Carlincourt is here, still building balloons in the air. He is in the employ of the Government, and is to use his balloon for reconnoitering the enemy's position. His enterprise is very favorably looked upon by Gen.

Ellis, of New Hartford, Oneida county, has recently been employed by Gen. Mansfield, to act in the secret service. Ellis possesses the peculiar requisites for such a post—ready talent, experience in the country, and courage. He has already rendered himself serviceable to Government.

The telegraph keeps you well posted in military movements, so I will not dilate thereon, except to say that many regiments have crossed the river within a few days, and are constantly moving. As to political prospects and Congressional affairs, you will be too thoroughly posted for me to inform you anything new. Movements are on foot in Syracuse, started by Capt. Thompson, of Company H, to engage a band for our Regiment. I close this letter hoping that my next date will be in Virginia. Our camp was visited yesterday by Hon. Roscoe Conkling and T.

They received many warm greetings. I learn from Utica that the sympathies of some of our good people have been aroused by unfounded rumors to the effect that the men of this regiment are not well provided for. In order to save the expenditure of sympathy where there is no particular cause for it, I desire to say that the rations furnished to the men are abundant and of the best quality. They have fresh bread every day brought into camp warm, fresh beef three times a week, salt beef, salt pork, bacon, codfish, biscuit [sic], desiccated potatoes, mixed vegetables, fresh vegetables, beans, rice, vinegar, coffee, tea and sugar.

The men, in fact, have more than they can eat.

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One of the captains informs me that his company sold a barrel of pork saved from their overplus rations, and other companies have disposed of their extra rations in the same way. The health of the men is good. They were troubled with diarrhea to a considerable extent soon after our arrival, but have nearly all recovered, and there has not been a death in the regiment since we left Albany.

Several men who were found incompetent to discharge military duty from various causes, most of which existed before their enlistment, have been discharged from the service. The men are generally contented and happy, notwithstanding the efforts of mischievous outsiders to breed discontent among them.

Panics are now of a mushroom character. I understand, also, that rumors are afloat in Utica that there have been other troubles in the regiment. The only one that I know of was a slight difficulty growing out of an order issued by the Colonel preventing the Sutler from selling lager beer. The men were then afflicted with diarrhea, and the Colonel agreeing with me that it was injurious, ordered that the sale should be discontinued.

During the illness and absence of the Colonel, some of the bad men of the regiment and I am glad to say they are few in number, tried to compel the Sutler to procure lager or liquor, which he refused to do. I merely write this letter so that our friends at home may not be unnecessarily troubled on our account, and for their information I have no objection to your publishing it.

We, the undersigned, Captains in the Fourteenth Regiment N. Goss signed the above in the absence of Capt. Thompson, who is home on leave. I am tired of dating my letters at Washington. Nothing would afford me more pleasure than to inform the many who watch our movements with deepest interest, that the Regiment of which I am a component part, is marching against Jeff.

Davis and his rebel crew. This I cannot do now.

We are still in our camp on Meridian Hill, close by the Capital. Why we do not go with the crowd, is more than I can tell. Every day regiments cross the Potomac, leaving us behind. Some have gone over without stopping in Washington at all. Our men are well disciplined, and are fairly pining away for a brush with the enemy. In every respect we are capable to go into action, and I can only wish that we had a brave foe to encounter.

This chasing the white-livered "chivalry" from pillar to post will be no more like war than driving hogs.

I am not anxious to bathe my hands in the blood of these "brothers," who have brought such deep and dark disgrace upon themselves and their long-forgiving Northern kin, but I would have justice dealt them; and moreover I am ashamed of them that they so poorly support their boast, and ashamed that such cowards should call themselves Americans. As such we look upon them, and as such ours is the unpleasant task of flogging them, or chasing them, as the case may be.

If they are "our brothers," as some hypocritical Congressmen pathetically assert, it is not our fault. We can only regret being so poorly related. Where is the pater familias who would allow Sambo, his son, whom he has always patted on the head, to whom he gave the nicest chunk of the old farm, who has always had the pick of everything, yet who has greedily taken these gifts and cursed his sire because he did not give him all—where is the "old gentleman" who would not, on learning that the ungrateful wretch of a son had conspired to burn up the house through spite, take him by the nape of the neck and boot him till he repented.

Or where is he who would look quietly on and witness the destruction of his family through the treacherous scheming of one base brother? I cannot believe that we shall much longer remain here, and can only account for our tarrying thus long by assuming that it has been a part of Gen. Scott's plan to keep a certain number of troops here, and that we have been among the unfortunate ones. The regiment is drilled constantly, and has attained a very marked degree of perfection in battalion evolutions, the manual, and the skirmish drill, the latter a feature of military exercise that has particularly met the approbation of the men.

The general health of the regiment is much improved, very few remaining on the sick list at present. In this connection I would say that the hospital department has been well organized and perfected, and received many compliments from visitors. In this department is especially felt the good service rendered by Utica ladies, in furnishing stores and little comforts for the sick. The hospital tent is fitted up with straw mattresses, an article almost indispensable, yet which we would have been without but for the thoughtful care of our dear feminine friends.

The men are rapidly becoming acclimated, and as their health improves, a corresponding improvement is observable in their dispositions. They feel a deeper interest in the regiment, and are less inclined to grumble when things do not go just right. There has been a great deal said about the regiment only being enlisted for three months. It is a mistake. We are in for two years. A few discontented spirits there are who would gladly go home at the end of that time, satisfied with the aid they have rendered their country; but I believe the regiment, as a whole, is unanimous for the war.

They enlisted to fight, and will not turn back till the work is done. When they have helped to conquer a peace; when the land shall be ridded of traitors, and tyrants driven into the Gulf; when "naked rebellion, with the torch and ax," shall be crushed utterly; when the chief conspirators shall have dangled in the Southern breeze; when the flag floats free from Maine to Louisiana; when law and order, liberty and right prevail South as well as North, then will they willingly, gladly return home—private and high private, Corporal, Captain and Colonel—relinquishing the sword and bayonet as easily as they took them up, and engaging, as of yore, in the peaceful pursuits of citizens.

There are few new phases of camp life. The weather has for the last few days been delightful. Regiments are constantly leaving and coming in all about us, filling the highways with their covered baggage wagons, and the air with their shouts and music. Blackberries are "thick" and luscious in the fields and along the skirts of the woods, affording rare dessert for the soldiers, who pick them by the bushel.

They eat them with nice fresh milk, which is procured from obliging cows that pasture in the neighborhood. The men have a habit of "foraging," which brings to camp many delicacies—but its morality is another question. I am told there are hundreds of acres of land about Washington that produce nothing but blackberries. They are the only cheap article in market, selling for a "fip" sixpence a quart. In the city, the streets are as lively as ever. Willard's Hotel, which is just now the very center of excitement, is crammed night and day, so that one can hardly find standing room.

Here concentrate all military men, hither flock news-seekers, and public men of all kinds. All seem full of business and enthusiasm, discussing war news with great earnestness. Quartermaster Bates, of our Regiment, has resigned. Bates has filled the office of Quartermaster in an honorable manner, and has discharged the most arduous duties in such a manner as to deserve great credit.

The Regiment has, to my certain knowledge been better provided for than two-thirds of those here, and will certainly miss the services of Mr. The position, however, is proverbially a thankless one, and he who occupies it is not to be envied. Bates will be succeeded by Mr. Brodhead, formerly of Baggs' Hotel, Utica, who will be an efficient officer in this department, having had some experience in the business. It is the intention of Mr. Bates to return to New York and complete the organization of a battery of flying artillery, toward which he has long had an eye. This is a branch of the service that needs strengthening, and is a department of military in which most brilliant success may be attained.

Bates is fitted for the position, I believe his actions will show. A little incident occurred a day or two since, that did my heart good. The chief actor on the occasion was Capt. He was in the city, busily engaged getting some men discharged who had been pronounced by the Inspector unfit for military duty, and feeling the pangs of hunger, stepped into a restaurant for a lunch. There were several rough looking fellows inside, who eyed him fiercely when he entered. Not noticing them, however, the Captain took his seat at at a small table, directly opposite two or three of them, and quietly called for his lunch.

He had hardly seated himself before the villains, who proved to be secessionists, commenced casting slurs upon the volunteer soldiers from the North, and especially insinuating against the officers. The Captain was accompanied by only one man, and he an invalid, and therefore the cowardly wretches were in their glory. He listened quietly but with boiling blood to the insulting language of the rascals, till at last, emboldened by the silence of Capt.

This was more than Capt. Cowan's Scotch blood could stand. Quick as thought he seized an earthern [sic] bottle that stood on the table, and rising from his seat, dealt the cowardly traitor such a stunning blow upon the forehead that the blood spattered out, and he fell to the floor senseless. The force of the blow shattered the heavy bottle, and left only the neck in Capt. But quickly picking up another of the same sort, he stood at bay an instant, expecting the rest of the crew to attack him.

It seemed, however, that their pluck was gone, for they paid not further heed to the Captain, but hurriedly A few lessons of this sort administered to secessionists in Washington would do much to quiet their treasonable utterances. The Twenty-Sixth Regiment, Col.

Christian, will, at the end of three months from the time it was sworn in, be disbanded. As many of the men are unwilling to be soldiers any longer, Col. Those who remain of his present regiment will form the nucleus of a new one. The intelligence of the constant successes of our troops that arrives almost daily is received here with rejoicing, and a universal confidence prevails that our arms are destined to meet with unbroken success all through the campaign. Still, much impatience is manifested that the war is not pushed forward more rapidly. The action and temper of Congress are, as far as I have been, able to learn, received with unconditional approbation by Union men.

McQuade has been suffering lately from the effects of the fever with which he was prostrated before leaving Utica. He has fully recovered now, however, with the exception of a sore throat, and is engaged daily drilling the Regiment. Among the many visitors to our camp, I was pleased to greet our friend Alvin White, of Utica.

He came to visit his son, and see the land of the secessionists. The city of Utica, I believe, is furnishing more officers than any place of its size in the Union. The Regiment, mainly through the exertions of Roscoe Conkling, has been accepted, and will soon enter the service. Major Enright is posted in military matters, and will make an efficient officer. Washington is crowded with distinguished visitors. Letters to the Fourteenth will be received at Washington at present, and even after we cross the river into Virginia, they will be directed as heretofore until further notice.

We are all excitement here. Every one is talking about the war news from Manassas Junction. Messengers have been coming in all day from the other side, bearing intelligence from Gen. Before this will reach you, full particulars of the conflict will have been telegraphed. The news that our troops have after a prolonged and bloody fight, captured Manassas Junction, and that Beauregard has retreated, is received here with a stern sort of joy.

We are told that four regiments of our brave fellows are cut to pieces—two New York, one Massachusetts and one Wisconsin, regiments. The stories say that our men fought like lions till the day was theirs, and the glorious Stars and Stripes waved over the late stronghold of the secessionists. But the slaughter has been immense. Among the troops quartered here there prevails the strongest desire to listen over and join their brothers in arms.

The general opinion here is, that the troops will be pushed directly on to Richmond, and that Virginia will soon be cleared of rebel troops. Since writing the above, I have learned that the stories relative to the capture of Manassas, are not entirely reliable. Undoubted authority, the War Department says, however, that there has been a signal victory achieved at Bull's Run, and that the taking of Manassas is expected within a few hours. In the 14th there has been considerable excitement for a few days. We have been hourly expecting marching orders, the Colonel having been instructed to hold his Regiment in readiness for any emergency.

This morning a fine band came from Batavia, and has joined the Regiment. It was procured by the efforts of Capt. Cowan, and will add immensely to the spirit, style, and spunk of the 14th. Paymaster commenced paying off the regiment. He paid companies A, B, and C, and the Staff; and to-morrow will finish the rest. Another good bit of news for you is that we are to have the Enfield rifle. The regiment will be supplied from the lot of 5, which left New York city yesterday. I need not assure you that the men are willing enough to make the exchange, although target practice has shown the old musket to be more reliable than it was supposed to be.

It is suspected that very soon after our new rifles are received we will have orders to march. The provision panic has pretty much frittered itself away, notwithstanding severe efforts to keep it up by evil disposed persons. The men have had not only the regular army allowance of rations, but quite a number of extras; such as salt herrings, codfish, onions, and split peas, which are not included in the regular ration. While some regiments here in Washington have been put off with hard biscuit five or six days in succession, we have only had one day's ration of it, and we have had fresh meat every other day nearly all the time since we have been here.

The truth is, most of the trouble has been caused by a few individuals who have an especial talent for making trouble. I learn through private letters that some of those sick persons who have returned home are circulating reports corroborating the lies that have been told concerning our late Quartermaster. All statements to the effect that he has not performed his duty while in that position are false. The regiment fared as well under his care as it could possible have fared, unless under the charge of an old hand at the business, I do not known of a single instance when he failed to act fully up to his duty, unless prevented by the lack of stores in the government warehouses.

Brodhead has entered upon the discharge of his duties, but it will take several days for him to get fairly worked into the harness. The health of the Regiment is good. For over a week we have had most delightful weather. The air has been cooled by frequent showers, and the sun has moderated his fierce heat so much that it is not unpleasant to go out at midday. Again we have pitched our tents. This time our tent-pins are driven into the "sacred soil" of Virginia, and there I think they will stick until every rebel tent-pin is withdrawn from the territory of the Old Dominion.

We are encamped not far from Fort Corcoran, on Arlington Heights. All about us the hand of the engineer has been busy fortifying the Heights that overlook Washington, completely commanding the city. Forts have been built, breastworks thrown up, and cannon planted on every commanding spot. Forests have been leveled wherever they obstructed the range of batteries, and roads cut in every direction to facilitate the movement of troops.

And the labor is still going on. Night and day regiments of men are toiling with the ax, pick and spade. In one night this week our men cleared several acres on timber land. It is intended that Arlington Heights shall be made impregnable, for were they once gained by our enemy, Washington would be lost.

I have no idea, however, that they will ever be attacked by the rebels, and if they were, it would be a miracle if they should succeed in taking them. Our camp is in the midst of a peach orchard, not more than a hundred rods from Gen. Lee's former residence, which is situated still farther up the hill, and commands a fine view of Georgetown, Washington, the Potomac and surrounding country. McQuade is placed in command of the ferry and aqueduct across the Potomac from Georgetown to Arlington Heights. A strong guard of our men watch there both night and day, and no person is allowed to cross unless provided with a pass from Gens.

In some respects our camp is pleasanter than the former one, while in others it is not so agreeable. Here, the position is nearer the scene of action, consequently more exciting, but the ground itself is not so good, although the view is magnificent. The water in our old camp was excellent, here, it is execrable. The men are feeling amazingly well, and scarcely one is in the hospital. They have treble the labor to perform that they had in Washington, but do not murmur. The regiment, I am glad to say, is gaining a good name here, and is in reality becoming thoroughly efficient in all the duties of soldiery.

I believe when the Fourteenth is called upon to meet the rebels face to face, they will prove fearless and true. Out of this amount some of the companies have sent home five and six hundred dollars each. Companies A and B have fitted themselves out with leather leggins and Zouave caps, red and tasselled. Bull Run to Atlanta: Hardbound, paperback and eBook.

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James Still remains one of the most beloved and important writers in Appalachian literature. Best known for his acclaimed novel River of Earth , the Alabama native and adopted Kentuckian left an enduring legacy of novels, stories, and poems during his nearly seventy year career. The Complete Short Stories of James Still honors the late writer by collecting all of Still's short stories, including his stories from On Troublesome Creek , Pattern of a Man and Other Stories , and The Run for the Elbertas , as well as twelve prose pieces originally published as short stories and later incorporated into River of Earth.

Also included are several lesser-known stories and ten never-before-published stories. Editor Ted Olson offers a reassessment of Still's short fiction within the contexts of the author's body of work and within Appalachian and American literature. Compiling all of James Still's compelling and varied short stories into one volume, The Hills Remember is a testament to a master writer. This book explores the vision of cultivating a year-round system of renewal and positioning of your mind to think thoughts of wisdom.

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