Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States, has issued a proclamation calling for 500,000 more men. This is as it should be. We need more men, and we will have them – if not voluntarily, by draft. These men must be forthcoming; the rebellion must be crushed, the war must be stopped, and the only way for it to be done honorably is to send men enough to Dixie to to effectually crush the power of the rebels. The quota of this State, under the call for 500,000 men, we believe, is 28,000. We have a credit now with the Government of 35,000 men, consequently we are about 7,000 ahead of the present call, but this should not deter us from making every exertion to to fill our quota the same as if we had no credit. If the war continues four more years our State will be called on for men until we get behind, and therefore we should see to it that the men go now. We firmly believe the war will be stopped this fall, provided we put such a force in the field as we can and the quicker it is done the better. – Go to work and recruit men. Let it be done, and done quickly.
P. S. – Since the above was in type we find that we were mistaken about the quota of this State. It is really 46,550. The credit is 35,000, consequently we are 11,550 behind. These can be easily raised by a little exertion.
In a Quandry.
The editor of the copperhead organ, of this city, is in a quandary. Cannot some philanthropic gentlemen get him out. It is too bad to have the Eagle man wallowing about in such a slough of doubt, as he is at present.
The great (?) indignation meeting, advertised to take place at Peoria the coming month is “what’s the matter” with him. He does not know whether to indorse it, or oppose it. We have no advice to offer in the premises. The The Eagle man can do just as he pleases – it won’t amount to much, anyhow. Lincoln can’t feel much worse than he dose now about the convention, whether the Eagle man indorses or opposes it.
Stand from Under Again!
The Eagle, of last week, calls on Gov. Seymour, of New York, to enforce the laws of his State, and says “if the power of New York is not strong enough to maintain her laws, tens of thousands of law-abiding men from other states will fly to her assistance.” We wonder whether these “tens of thousands of law-abiding men” are a part of those 200,000 men who were to escort Vallandigham to the Governor’s chair in Ohio last fall. The Eagle says the President has reached the “climax.” Well, if he has, he had better “cap” it. The Eagle don’t like it because the Grand Jury of New York city refused to find a bill of indictment against General Dix, hence the reason of his call on Gov. Seymour to “enforce the laws.”
Can’t the Eagle man, after getting through with the job of helping Seymour “enforce the law,” step over to Fort Warren and liberate the “kidnapped” Coles county prisoners? or, would he prefer to let that job out – if so, we would respectfully suggest he sends the one hundred and forty signers to the call for the Peoria convention.
Once again we say, stand from under, when those “tens of thousands” start for New York.
Why Do They Talk So?
Copperheads of this county and elsewhere, are continually blowing about the great love they have for the “Union as it was, and the Constitution as it is” and that they are the only true Union men at the North, and all that sort of bosh, but if they are, why do that talk as they do? We have heard of copperheads saying, in this city, that they could see Lincoln hung higher than Haman; others have declared that the only way to get peace would be to get up a fight at the North; others hurrah for Jeff. Davis on our streets unrebuked, and yet copperheads say they are for the Union! We have known old gray-haired copperheads, members of the Church, laugh and appear to be rejoiced at the drunken ravings of Jeff Davisites when they would be cursing the Government of the United States, and reviling Lincoln and the soldiers, and yet would hold up their hands in holy horror to hear a soldier damn the rebels or copperheads. We might multiply questions all day as to why do they talk so, but it would be a waste of time for copperheads won’t answer.
From the 78th Regiment.
Camp near Marietta, Ga.,
July 2, 1864.
I wrote you on the 28th ult., giving you the list of our killed and wounded in the engagement of the day before, and have been waiting since for a favorable opportunity to write you at more length. I have not yet reached a favorable opportunity, but nevertheless, lying upon my back, and holding my paper and portfolio before my face, while the bullets from the enemy’s sharpshooters are making hideous music but a few feet over my head, I will try and write some items for the columns of the Journal, and whether my communication shall be long or short, will depend upon the length of time I am permitted to remain undisturbed in my present graceful position.
We are still occupying the same ground from which we drove the enemy on the morning of the 27th, and from which I wrote you last. We have thrown up pretty substantial breastworks, and we are just now enabled to appreciate their great necessity. The enemy to-day are throwing their bullets at us very spitefully and briskly, but they generally range from about eight to fifty feet over our heads. Occasionally, however, a bullet comes whizzing at low enough range to do mischief and then we are in constant danger from glancing bullets. On the evening of the 29th Joseph P. Curtis of Co. C was struck in the right shoulder by a glancing ball which has probably laid him up for the balance of this campaign. There are few others in the regiment who have been slightly hurt by glancing balls, but as they are still remaining on duty I have no occasion to mention names. A night or two ago an alarm from some cause was raised, and every man sprang to his gun. We were on the scout line of battle. The first line – the 98th Ohio – opened heavily upon the rebs and they replied briskly. Soon the shell began to whiz about our heads, and we were admonished to lay close. The firing was very terrific for about twenty minutes, when it gradually subsided, and in a short time ceased. I think that some noise created the impression upon both sides that the other party was advancing. In this skirmish we lost one man – E. McWilliams of Co. B, killed by a piece of shell.
This is the sixth day we have been lying upon this ground, digging and burrowing in the earth to protect ourselves from bullets and shell, and many of the men begin to assume the color of the ground, but it is not according to our tactics to yield an inch of ground that we have fought to gain, and although the rebs are very strongly entrenched upon our front I am well satisfied that we will worry them out of their works before many days.
Our list of killed in the late engagement numbered ten – that of McWilliams makes it eleven. All of these have been decently buried near our old camp a mile in the rear, and headboards, on which is engraved the name and company, mark the grave of each.
On the death of John E. James, Co. C has lost a worthy and valuable member. He was first Sergeant of the company and had received a commission as second Lieutenant, but failed to be mustered on his commission on account of a late order permitting but two commissioned officers to a company below eighty-four enlisted men. As Capt. Hume, in consequence of continued ill health, has tendered his resignation, James had he lived would probably soon have been mustered as a Lieutenant in the company. He was a faithful, ambitious, and energetic going man, and his tragic end will be deeply deplored, not only by his bereaved parents, brothers and sisters, but by many friends and acquaintances in different parts of McDonough county.
Wm. H. Pierce, of Co. E, was another young man of many sterling and noble qualities, whose death is mourned by family and friends. He was from Adams county. During the past few months I had formed a rather intimate acquaintance with him, and had learned to respect him very highly. His company officers held him in high estimation, and since his enlistment promoted him from Corporal to first Sergeant of the company. He was instantly killed by the bursting of a shell.
Corporal Wm. Manlove of Co. D lost his life in the noble endeavor to rescue the major of the 121st Ohio, who had been wounded in his legs, and was lying upon the field exposed to rebel bullets. He was a youth of excellent character, and beloved by all his acquaintances. The Major’s dead body was found the same evening.
Jacob H. Michaels, of Co. C is the name of another of our noble dead worthy of honorable mention. Although of sufficient age to exempt him from all apprension of a draft, and although a native of a slave State, when he saw that his government needed men in the field to maintain the supremacy of the laws, promptly gave himself and his two sons to the cause of the country he loved so well. One of those sons has filled soldiers grave for nearly two years, and now the father yields his life a martyr to Freedom’s cause. He leaves a wife and several children in Blandinville for whom I bespeak the kind consideration of the loyal people of that vicinity.
My acquaintance with the others who were killed in this regiment was but slight, and I have not time at present to speak of them as their memory deserves.
I feel impelled to pay a passing tribute to my friend and messmate, Richard L. Terry, of Hancock county, who was wounded in the ankle and suffered an amputation a few inches below the knee. He was a brave and gallant soldier, cheerful, lively, and always prompt to duty. He and I were always near each other in the ranks, and whenever it became our duty to face the enemy in line of battle there was not a man in the regiment more cool, more firm and self-possessed than was young Terry. After his foot was amputated he leaned up upon his elbow, and taking a survey of what remained of his leg, coolly remarked that there was enough left to kick a copperhead after he should get home.
July 7. – The rebs have made another skedaddle, and here we are in pursuit, only nine miles from Atlanta, the spires of which city are visible from this point. I have had no opportunity until this moment of finishing this letter and sending it away. I will close it with a few items and write again the first opportunity.
Lieut. Geo. A. Brown, of Schuyler county, who was wounded in our recent engagement, has since died. He was buried in the National cemetery at Chattanooga.
We learn through the Chattanooga Gazette, that Serg’t Thomas Lindsey of this regiment, whose family resides in Blandinville, was buried June 25th, in the National cemetery. He left us in the early part of June, near Dallas, complaining of chills and fever.
James Withrow, of Macomb, is now our acting Sergeant-Major [obscured] appointment has been worthily bestowed.
Serg’t Thomas Scott, of Co. H, has received his commission as Captain, and is now awaiting an order from the War Department, prior to being mustered.
Your humble correspondent has received the appointment of first Sergeant in Co. C, made vacant by the death of J. E. James.
J. K. M.
From the 137th Regiment.
Camp Near Memphis, July 4th, ‘64
Mr. Editor: — By the urgent request of many of our McDonough friends in the regiment I write you for the Journal, thinking it might not be uninteresting for the friends of the three companies that hail from your patriotic county, to hear from us through the columns of your paper. Since the regiment landed in this place, June 15th, we have not been idlers in our country’s cause; standing picket every other day, digging wells, cleaning camp, guarding rebel property, &c., &c., has been the order of the day. The latter of which by the way, meets with the indignation of every true soldier in Memphis. We did not come here to serve the rebellion or its abettors, but to drive them into the last ditch, where they propose to die. But when out officers place us on guard over the property of men who are now armed in the service of the rebellion, or who would rejoice to see us bite the dust before their infamous hordes, although obedient soldiers as we profess to be – we fell almost mutinous. Before we entered the army we had supposed that the good example of “Brute” Butler, Grant and other efficient officers was being emulated by men of much less signifigance. But petit Brigadiers and Colonels with more self-conceit and bigotry than was ever witnessed ever among the dignitaries of Rome, call out their guards for headquarters and rebel property, regardless of the health and fatigue of their commands. But you look at the record of such men, and not one single philanthropic act have they ever done. They are heroes, but you can’t find the foe they ever faced. They are patriots but the fires that burn in their breasts are for their own aggrandizement rather than the suppression of treason and the restoration of this once glorious Republic. When noble, true hearted men who have left their own home circles with the oracles of truth and right deeply implanted in their bosoms, witness such proceedings from those whom they have trusted as loyal, true men, is it strange that they feel from the bottom of their hearts the deepest indignation. None can we trust. Is it strange that they say, if we feed and fight them too, when will the end come?
Memphis is by no means free from such commanders. But last night an order was issued charging all damages to rebel property, to the troops nearest the depredation. The property is to be assessed, and with 100 per cent. added to the amount, subtracted from the hard earnings of the soldier at the pay table, whether innocent or guilty. The policy is, let the traitor whose property is made use of by the loyal soldier receive double its value. And what traitor is not mean enough to apply the torch to his house worth $4,000 for the sake of doubling the amount. I shall not violate military law by speaking disrespectful of my superior officer, but only condemn the infamous order, and every man who desires to see it enforced.
You have perhaps heard ere this of the death of Dr. Huston, whose loss we deeply feel. When such patriots fall every loyal heart can but bleed. Who will fill his place is not yet known.
Rebels begin to feel the weight of the one hundred days boys. Yesterday one of their spies lurking around our lines observing the position of our pickets and professing to be a United States detective exhibiting his badger with the boldest assurance, was overhauled in his career by Capt. Johnson, (picket officer of the day) and safely lodged in Irving prison for safe keeping until tried by proper authorities. It has since been ascertained that he has left our lines several times disguised in women’s clothes, with horses and news which he returned without. He is safe now gazing out upon the world between iron bars.
How long the regiment will remain here is not known by us, but if we are wanted to chase Forrest, be assured men were never more willing, notwithstanding the sound threshing he gave that dead headed Sturgiss, and the awful accounts we get of it daily. Any way to assist our country in this dark hour. But one thing we do want, and that is to re-enlist with thirty days furlough, about the time Uncle Abe is again to be made President of the United States. Although engaged with traitors south we have not forgotten the more shameless ones north, and desire a few days about that season of the year to pay then our respects at the [obscured] they are too worthless to merit our steel. Their apostle has emerged from his slimy hole, and now no doubt the smaller snakes such as Charlie Sweeney, editor of the Eagle and many others of the same caliber, dare to show their venomous heads, hideous with the fangs and hisses that render their infamous leader, Val. so contemptible in the eyes of every good man.
This evening Lieut. Col. Roach was called out by the boys for a speech, unwilling that the glorious anniversary of our nationality should pass unnoticed. – The burning eloquence of the orator fully aroused the spirit of old “’76” and felt just as we used to when we celebrated it at home. It was indeed a joyful day for us, although separated from sweethearts ‘long reaching miles.’
The health of the regiment is remarkable good, but very few in the hospital.
June 1st 1864, of lung fever in hospital near Dallas, Ga., Henry Vanmeter, of Co. C. 8th Regt. Ill. Vol., aged 21 years and 6 months.
→ We have been requested to publish the following letter from the members of the Co. L, 7th Ill. Cav:
Qrs. Co. “L,” 7th Ill. Cav.,
July 4th, 1864.
Miss M – B – and other Ladies of Bushnell, Ill.,
Dear Friends: — It is with hearts o’erflowing with thankfulness that we acknowledge the receipt of your kind favor, in the shape of a bountiful feast accompanied with a letter brimful of patriotism and sympathy for the soldiers.
This being the anniversary of our Independence, our thoughts naturally turned to home and friends; and when we discovered such a substantial token of esteem, we could but feel that our friends were the kindest and best in the world. We can assure you that we did ample justice to the good things sent us, and after hearing the letter read, we resolved that come weal or woe, we would freely give life itself to protect such noble friends.
You cannot (unless you were here to see for yourselves) know with what gratitude and pleasure we received such tokens of good will and respect. – They will ever nerve our hearts to undergo cheerfully all the privations of a soldier’s life, and endear to us those homes we all love so well.
In the list of names we find wives, sisters and friends very dear to us – those that we have learned to love with all the power of our hearts. O, how glad we would be to spend our lives in your midst, in the peaceful pursuits of civil life; but our country has called her sons, and we are determined that, though it costs us separation and many a bitter pang, we will ever do our duty as best we can, hoping that at some future time, when our country’s skies are clearer, we may meet you all again on our own bright prairie. Then, perhaps, we can better thank you than we can now with our blundering pen.
Hoping that we may always deserve a place in your memories, and that God’s choicest blessings may rest upon each one of you, we close by bidding you all adieu for the present.
Co. “L,” 7th Ill. Cavalry.
Death of John E. James. – With deep fellings of sorrow we pen the announcement of the death of Sergt. John E. James, of Co. C. 78th Regt. Ill Vol. He fell, nobly fighting for his country, in the battle of Kenesaw mountain on the 27th ult. In our short acquaintance with Mr. James we learned to love him, and that is what all done who knew him. Steady, honest, upright, addicted to none of the vices so common among our young men, he gave great promise of becoming a useful member of society, but alas! he is cut off in the first blush of manhood and the places that once knew him shall know him no more forever.
Boy Killed. – We understand that a boy by the name of George McGee was killed a few days since in one of the coal pits at Colchester, by a large rock falling on him while at work in the pit. He was rescued after several hours hard work, alive but died that evening.
Deserved Promotion. – It will be seen, by the last paragraph in our army letter, that Mr. Magie has received the appointment of first sergeant of Co. C. 78th made vacant by the death of Sergt. James. Mr. Magie has served faithfully as a private for nearly two years, and richly deserves this stepping stone to further promotion. If Capt. Hume’s resignation is accepted he will undoubtedly receive a commission as lieutenant.
A Nuisance. – We should respectfully call the attention of our city authorities to the condition of the alley and out-buildings back of our office. The stench arising therefrom is horrible, and the nuisance should be abated forthwith.
Ice Cream. – Harry Gordon & George Gash have fitted up an ice cream saloon in the building formerly occupied by G. F. Clark as a clothing store, where they make a superior article of ice cream, which is just the thing for this hot weather, and we advise all who delight in the luxury of a good dish of ice cream, or ice-cold lemonade to give them a call. They also keep a good assortment of confectionary oranges, lemons, soda water, &c. – Harry Gordon has served faithfully in Uncle Sam’s army for three years, and deserves the patronage of all. Remember their saloon is on the west side of the square, two doors north of Adcock & Co’s grocery store.
Idaho. – The correspondent of the Macomb Eagle, writing from Virginia City, Idaho Territory, gives a doleful account of the prospects of the gold miners in that country. He says it don’t pay. Those who left here last Spring with such sanguine expectations of soon realizing a “pile,” would have made more by staying at home and mining in the coal mines of this county. That there is gold, and plenty of it in Idaho, and other regions of the Rocky Mountains, none can doubt, but it takes capital and severe labor to get it out.
Masonic Hall. – Dr. T. M. Jordon is erecting, on the northwest corner of the square a large three story brick, the dimension of which is 36 by 60 feet, desinged for business houses in the lower story, and the third story will be occupied by the Masonic society of this city. The second story will, probably, be occupied by the Sons of Temperance of this city. When finished, this building will add considerable to the appearance of that part of the square.
Pigs. – We have noticed for some time that there were always more or less pigs to be seen around the public square on Sundays. We suspect that the pigs have found out that Marshal Case attends church on Sunday, and they doubtless think it is a good time to come out. Now, we don’t intend that the Marshal be imposed upon in this manner, and we warn all such pigs that hereafter the Marshal or a deputy will be on hand. Query: How do the pigs manage to get out on Sunday and no other day?
Dissolution. – It will be noticed, by reference to our new advertising columns, that the firm of Wright & Strader, boot shoe, hat and cap dealers, has been dissolved by mutual consent. Mr. Strader will continue the business at the store now occupied by him, in Campbell’s block where all can get the best of bargains for their money. His stock of summer goods will be sold extremely low. Mr. Wright requests us to return his sincere thanks to the people of this county for the liberal patronage they bestowed on him, individually and to the firm of Wright & Strader, and asks that it may be continued to the new firm. We will add that our acquaintance with Mr. Strader justifies us in saying that he is a fair dealer, upright in his transactions, and we believe he can “keep hotel.”
The Weather. – Saturday, Sunday, Monday and part Tuesday were the hottest days known to this latitude for a number of years. The mercury in the thermometer stood at times as high as 108 – almost hot enough to roast apples on the trees. On Tuesdasy afternoon we had a violent wind and rain storm pas over our county but whether there was much damage done by the wind we have not learned. There was but very little lightning accompanied the storm. The lightning rod on the residence of G. K. Hall was struck, but did no damage other than spreading apart the bricks in the flue to which the rod was attached. Today, (Wednesday) the atmosphere is considerably cooler.
Runaway. – During the storm on Tuesday last a span of horses were standing in front of the post office, and becoming frightened at the noise of the wind and rain started and run, upsetting and breaking away from the wagon, and left for parts unknown.
→ The weather is delightfully cool this (Thursday) morning.
Missing. – The letter that we have this week from Mr. Magie, speaks of a former letter, written after the battle of the 27th ult., giving a list of the killed and wounded of the 78th Regt. We are sorry that it failed to reach us, as it undoubtedly contained a good description of the battle besides the list of killed and wounded. Mr. Magie will, perhaps, send the the list again when he learns that the first one failed to reach us.
Hides Wanted. – Mr. S. F. Wright, formerly of the firm of Wright & Strader, wishes to buy all the hides that can be brought to him, for which he will pay the highest price in cash. He will be found at the store of Mr. Strader & Co. Remember, all you who have hides to sell, to go to S.F. Wright, and you will get the very highest cash prices for them.
Dull. – We are just now in the midst of the dullest season of the year for business. The farmers are very busy gathering in their grain, and the consequence is, our business men are enjoying a general holiday. It will come out right, though, after awhile.
Don’t Forget. – During these hot days, don’t’ forget that a good, cooling drink is a good thing, and that John Gesler gets up a drink called Spruce beer. Also ice-cold lemonade. Give him a call, all ye that are thirsty.