September 16, 1864

Macomb Journal





The Union men of McDonough county will hold a grand

Mass Meeting

at Macomb, on

Friday, September 23d,

which we want everybody to remember. Gov. Yates, his successor, Maj. Gen. Oglesby, Long John Wentworth, Hon. Wm. Pitt Kellogg, Col. L. Waters, Hon. Wm. Walker, Major Fullerton, and our own D. G. Tunnicliff and C. F. Wheat will promulgate the truth to all who wish to hear.

Rally, Union men! – Come and hear these noble, patriotic Statesmen who are representing the “Prairie State” in the field and the council Halls of the nation, and we promise to present to you “the noblest works of God,” our county ticket.


            Hurrah for Lincoln. – A letter received by us from the U. S. Gen’l Hospital at Keokuk, Iowa, announces the result of a vote taken on the 11th inst. Of 607 votes cast, Lincoln received 583, McClellan 21, Fremont 2, and Val-hand-him-a-dime 1. That’s the boasted strength of copperheads in the army everywhere.


            → The Eagle is like the poor boy at a corn husking, and hasn’t a word to say about the grand fizzle they had on the 3d. They publish the proceedings of their county convention, but we find no resolutions, no endorsement of Chicago and its doings, nor a word about Dick Richardson’s great speech. What’s the matter? The editor – lost as he is to shame – hasn’t sand enough to come out and endorse such a speech coming from such a man. “That’s what’s the matter.”


The Chicago Ticket.

            Chicago has spoken, both in candidates and resolutions. Fernando Wood, at Dayton, Ohio, sometime prior to the meeting of the Convention, predicted the nomination of an unconditional peace man on an unconditional peace platform. How aggregiously he was mistaken. The ultra’s had to ignore principle for availability, and barter their convictions for a man they thought could command a large army vote.

Geo. B. McClellan can accept the nomination for President on any platform. The instigator of emancipation, he was the first practical emancipationist. The adviser of arbitrary arrests, he was the first to demonstrate that military law in time of a great rebellion was supreme to civil law, and to confiscate the property of rebels was one of his cherished ideas. His war record is clear, explicit, and unconditionally for Mr. Lincoln’s policy. Deposed from the command of the army of the United States, he changes his base politically with as much sangfroid as he did martially, and we now find him, with the blood of one hundred thousand men on his hands, trying to steal into the Presidential chair on the cry of “Peace, peace, when there is no peace.”

Their party is more than execrated for attempting to surrender the nation to a peace both ruinous and dishonorable. We are not far wrong in supposing that the portion of the Democracy (!) which opposes the war on every ground, is really in favor of peace on any terms. This is the most significant meaning of the Chicago Convention, its platform and its nominees. It has shown its inconsistency by endeavoring to serve the Union and the rebellion at the same time; in offering a peace which repudiates the purposes of the war, and it but conceals the real motives of the men who are operating, not so much to secure the triumph of a party as the defeat of Mr. Lincoln and the success of the South; or, in other words, a peace of any kind. Those who have not scrupled to lend their whole opposition to every feature of the war, would not scruple, we know, about terms. It is not love of peace, but love of the South and power which was the animus of the men at the Chicago Convention.

Gen’l McClellan has nothing to predicate his claims upon for the Presidency. His only success, during his career as an officer, was his defeat of Gen’l Pope at the second battle of Bull Run, and then he had the assistance of Fitz John Porter. Weak, vascillating, without any stamina, devoid of moral courage, and withal, ambitious, he sold himself to a handful of politicians for political purposes – permitted his ambition to predominate over his loyalty, and endeavored to become a dictator to the present administration.



From the 78th Regiment.

Field Hospital, 2nd Division 14th A. C. near Atlanta, Ga.
August 24, 1864.

            Our dear and much beloved Col, Carter Van Vleck, has closed his eyes in death. He expired last evening at this Hospital soon after sunset. His estimable companion, but now his afflicted widow, arrived here yesterday morning in company with her brother, and thus had the sweet satisfaction of being with him in the last few hours of his life, and giving him those kind attentions that none can so well bestow as a gentle and affectionate wife. Colonel Van Vleck received his fatal wound on the 11th of the present month, and from the first he was perfectly conscious that his wound must inevitably result in death before many days should pass away. Never did a man meet death more serene, more tranquil, more resigned, or better prepared. He was a pure patriot, an honest and upright man, and a consistent Christian. Our regiment is cast down with grief, and will miss him much. Macomb has lost one of her best and most useful citizens. Thus is another noble name added to the long list of martyrs who died in the defense of his country, in a just and holy cause.

You will perceive that I still date my letter from the Field Hospital. I have been here a much longer time than I anticipated when I first came. It appears that the hardships and fatigues of the late laborious campaign have broken me down. I am much debilitated, and in the last few days I appear to be losing strength rather than gaining any. My prospects of a speedy return to my regiment are not very flattering. I have always endeavored in my letters to the Journal to avoid croaking, grumbling or fault-finding, but I feel disposed just now to indulge a little in that privilege. To come to the point at once I must say that I have never been so nearly starved as I have been at this Hospital since the memorable famine last fall on Stringer’s Ridge, near Chattanooga, when we were on quarter rations. I have not time or strength just now to go into particulars, but in behalf of some twenty or thirty starving patients in Ward (No. 1.) in the matter of the quality and quantity of food furnished us I must enter a solemn and indignant protest. I have ascertained that in other Wards there is not so much cause of complaint, but I think our good folks at home will agree with me that one table-spoonful of boiled rice, and a part of a cup of coffee is scarcely calculated to be enough for one man’s meal, especially for one who has passed the crisis of his disease, and needs only good and sufficient nourishment to be restored to his former health and strength. I have felt the cravings of hunger so strongly since I have been here that I shall ever feel a profound gratitude to Mr. William Shannon, of Co. K, and Lieut. Worrell of Co. D, for favors which relieved me in some degree from the awful stringency of the sick ration in Ward No. 1.

There is just now a buzz of excitement throughout the Hospital. A move is on the tapis. Names are being taken of all unable to march, and they are to be sent to the rear. I find that I am booked for the rear, but how far we will be sent back I am not able to say. It is thought, however, that we go to Chattanooga. At whatever point we bring up at, I will add a few words to this letter and send it forward.

Field Hospital, Chattanooga,
August 27, 1864.

            Here I am once more in Chattanooga, and I must say that the change of Hospitals is most gratifying to me, as it must be to every Hospital patient sent from the front, especially those from Ward No. 1, to which allusion is made above. We left the Field Hospital near Atlanta in a train of ambulances about three o’clock, P. M. 24th inst., and arrived at Vinings Station on the railroad, north of the Chattahoochee river, about ten o’clock the same evening. At this point is situated the Field Hospital for all sick and wounded soldiers of the Department, and it was here that we began to realize some of the blessed influences of the Sanitary Commission. We here enjoyed the comforts of a good clean bed, faithful and attentive nurses, and the next morning – will I ever forget the breakfast, — never! It may appear not only strange, but ridiculous to the well-fed readers of the Journal, that a man on the sick list should be so exercised about his rations, — but that breakfast! Columbus did not feel a greater glow of joy when he discovered America than I felt when I saw my breakfast brought to me in the morning. It consisted of a good thick slice of soft bread, a table spoonful or more of delicious bread pudding, a moderate slice of cold boiled ham, and a generous little piece of pickle, and a cup (and more if I wanted it) of good coffee, with milk and sugar. Now that was not very extravagant in quantity, but there was about ten times as much as had been dealt out to me at the Hospital I had just left, and didn’t I feel grateful for the change? In short, let me say, that the Sanitary Commission, is performing a noble work. I have no doubt its influences have saved, and is destined to save thousands of lives. I remained at Vinings Station until about ten o’clock on the evening of the 25th, when a long train was filled with sick and wounded, and started for Chattanooga. The Sanitary Commission provided us with a breakfast at Kingston, about 80 miles south of Chattanooga, and with an excellent dinner at Dalton. We arrived at Chattanooga about 4 o’clock, P. M., having been eighteen hours on the road. The sick were distributed among the various Hospitals at this point. The field hospital is pleasantly located near the railroad, not far from the beautiful Tennessee river, and but a short distance from Lookout Mountain, of which we have a splendid view at this place. I cannot speak too highly of the arrangement, and the system upon which this hospital is conducted. Everything calculated to promote the comfort and cheer the spirits of the sick and wounded is done here that can be done. The food is sufficient in quantity, and excellent in quality. I think I will recover here – but Ward No. 1, 2d Div. 14th Army Corps, will haunt me a long time. Oh, happy deliverance! But I will drop that unpleasant subject. It has no pleasant memories for me.

I think I have forgotten to mention in my former letters the death of John Munshan of Blandinville. He died about three weeks since and was buried here in Chattanooga.

When I left the front the rumors were that our army was being thrown to the rear of Atlanta to attack from that point. The 78th was under orders to march, and will undoubtedly perform its part. Whatever may be accomplished you will learn by telegraph through the newspapers before this can reach you.

J. K. M.


From the 137th Regiment.

Hd. Qrs. 137th Reg’t I. V.
Memphis, Tenn., August 31, 1864.

            Messrs. Editors: — Believing that it would be interesting to your readers, especially to those who had sons or friends in this regiment, I send you a few lines for publication in the Journal.

Our camp was aroused at 3 o’clock on the morning of the 21st by the firing on our pickets, which at the point of attack, was not more than three hundred yards from our camp. Our men sprang out of bed, seized their arms, and rapidly began to form, loading their pieces as they came, but before our line was completed the enemy was upon us, under the command of the arch rebel, Forrest, in great force. – He made a furious charge upon our partially formed lines, but was gallantly met and repulsed. Again he came up in great fury, seemingly determined to destroy us, and again he was driven back. He gathered his forces for a third charge, but our boys stood firm, and a third time drove him back into the road. By this time the enemy had moved a regiment of dismounted men towards our left, endeavoring to get in our rear. At the same time he opened upon us from two batteries which he had got into position within 150 yards of our lines, pouring the grape and cannister into our ranks with terrible effect. O, it was awful to hear the fiendish yells of the enemy as they came up within a few yards of our lines, and it would have done the heart of any patriot good to have seen our men so nobly and so gallantly defending the dear old Flag for the first time in their lives. There they stood like old veterans in war. And these were the boys who were sneeringly call “Infantry” by rebel sympathizers in Macomb. But every parent who has a son, relative or friend in the regiment from McDonough county, ought to feel proud of these boys. They have gloriously maintained the honor of their gallant old State.

We had now fought the enemy alone for more than an hour and a half. O, how anxiously I listened to hear the sound of some friendly gun coming to our aid, but none had yet appeared. I saw many of these brave boys fall, pierced by the bullets of our enemy, and seeing we were likely to be surrounded and cut off entirely, I reluctantly gave the order to our men to fall back and take a better position, which order was executed in pretty good order notwithstanding the thick, heavy fog that had now set in. But just before the order was given to fall back I was struck by a spent ball in my side, which lodged against a rib, but from which the surgeon very kindly relieved me after the fight was over; yet I was not compelled to leave my regiment at all. Finally, about half past seven o’clock, we received orders to move our regiment to the support of a battery that had at last got in position, where we remained until all was over.

Our men had been under arms for more than six hours. And now came the hardest part we had yet to perform. When we marched into our camp, O, what a sight met our eyes. There lay many of our noble boys, cold and stiff in the embrace of death; their blood mingling with that of the enemy, who lay scattered all about our camp. The ground where we met the second charge of the rebels was almost literally covered with dead men, and ead horses and mules. This, to me, Messrs. Editors, was the most trying time of all. Here lay my comrades – the gallant, brave boys, whose parents had committed them to my care only a few months ago. I thought of bereaved ones at home, and mentally lifted a prayer that God, in his goodness, would sustain them by his grace, when this sad news shall come to their ears. Our loss was very heavy – 7 men killed dead, 45 wounded, 13 of whom have since died, 20 in all, and 69 missing. The greater portion of the latter were sick in the hospital, and on duty there waiting upon the sick. Dr. Dunn heroically remained by the sick and wounded when he knew he would be captured, but he would not desert his post, and when the sick were ordered out by the rebels he was taken too, but after going several miles he was released to take care of our sick and the rebel wounded that they were forced, in their flight, to leave behind, and soon made his way back to camp, and for meritorious conduct was made Acting Second Assistant Surgeon of our regiment, and is now on duty as such in the hospital. – Of the McDonough boys in Capt. Veatch’s company, none were killed. – Sergt. Huston was wounded in the leg but is doing well. E. S. Brooking was taken prisoner at the hospital and driven so hard by the rebels, in their haste to get away, that he fell dead from pure exhaustion on the road. James Thompson, Charley Patrick, Sergt. Drais, Milton Eakle, and Jacob Kians were also captured, the latter wounded but not severe. In Capt. Johnson’s company, Christopher Stantiol was killed. Wounded – A. E. Carrier, in hand; A. J. Collar, in ancle; Henry Hull, in thigh; John Orr, finger. In Capt. Oglesbee’s company, Lester Porter was killed, and Martin West wounded in the head, slight; D. Wells, skull fractured, severe; Sergt. J. A. Kyle, in hip, not severe; captured – L. Wykoff, S. F. Sanders, Lewis Arnold, L. Lemaster, J. Lennington, A. L. Barnes, Corporal J. Dawson, D. Chamlees, A. Sherman, P. Lyttle, W. Rhodeck and Nelson Wilson. These are the names, I think, of all from our county that were killed, wounded or missing.

All our wounded are doing well, and everything is being done for them that can be done here to make them comfortable.

I should love to give you the names of many of our county boys who distinguished themselves in the late battle, but where all done so well, I need not particularize. Our men are less homesick, and have more confidence in themselves, than before the engagement, and if they could only have a few days at home before the draft, many of them would re-enlist. We expect orders very soon to go North. Our time is out on the 13th of September, but if Uncle Samuel needs us longer here we are ready to serve him.

J. K. Roach
Lt. Col. Com’d’g 137th Ill. Vol.


            Butter Wanted. – I will pay 37 1-2 cents cash for all Butter delivered at my store. – G. K. Hall.


            Job Printing. – Having recently purchased and set up a new job printing press, and added largely to our stock of job type and material, we are now prepared to do job work as neatly and expeditiously as it can be done outside of Chicago. Terms reasonable, and work solicited.


            At Home. – Capt. G. L. Farwell, late of the 28th, and soon to be our Sheriff, arrived at home on Saturday last, after serving faithfully three years. The Capt. looks well, and his many friends congratulated him on his return to civil life after being wounded and a prisoner in the hands of McClellan men South. We extend to him our hearty welcome, and know him to be a [?] youth with a vitreous optic, or, in army phrase, “a bully boy with a glass eye.” Long may he wave.


            List of Casualties in the 78th. – We copy from the Chicago Journal the following list of killed and wounded in this noble regiment, formerly commanded by the lamented Col. Van Vleck:

Co. “C.” – Killed – Jno. W. James, Jno. B. Forrest, Jno. W. Rush.

Wounded. – Sergt. Michael Mealy, neck; Corp. Luther Meek, right arm; Wm. C. Freelan, thumb off; Marion D. Bond, right leg; John Green, contusion; Jas. A. James, right shoulder; Geo. Martin, left shoulder; Cyrel Tift, right thigh.

Co. “I.” – Wounded – Corp. S. Carnahan, neck, slight; Jno. C. Pembroke, right arm; Henry Parker, right arm; Wm. Weaner, head.


            Runaway. – On Tuesday last a two horse team was taken with the flanks, an concluded to try Hood’s method of fighting by running away. – We did not ascertain who the team belonged to, or what injury was done, but suppose it was some returned emigrant’s from the Chicago Convention, just having heard of Mac’s letter of acceptance, was fearful they would place that on top of the platform and completely bust their wood-en machine.


            Cheap Groceries. – The late news from Mobile and Atlanta has determined Watkins & Co. S. E. Corner of the square to put the price of groceries down to the lowest figures, and we should request everybody to call and see them before purchasing elsewhere.


            Our County Fair. – The McDonough County Fair opened on Wednesday the 7th inst., and though it did so under very unfavorable auspices, continued to improve until it became the best we have had for the past three years. The show of stock, vegetables and Fancy goods were excellent. The Floral department was also creditable. The “ladies’ bazaar” for the benefit of the poor was well patronized and they realized a fund as creditable to them as their exertions deserved. We had been promised a schedule of the trotting matches, but the absence of the Secretary, F. R. Kyle, Esq., prevents our publishing it this week.


            Officers of the Agricultural Society. – An election for officers of the McDonough County Agricultural Society was held at the Fair Grounds on Friday last, which resulted in the re-election of the present able incumbents, Joseph Burton Esq. for President and F. R. Kyle Esq. for Secretary, without any opposition.


            The 28th at Home. – We just have time before going to press, to announce the arrival of the non-veterans from this gallant regiment. They arrived yesterday (Thursday) morning, and look as though they were ready for the “free fight” which the Eagle promises us in November. We extend to them a hearty welcome.


            Hop at the Brown House. – On Tuesday evening last, Macomb turned out her fairest daughters. The Brown House had more beauty, more fashion and more facination in it on that occasion than generally falls to the lot of a public house in a small place. “The boys” were pleased, the ladies – God bless ‘em – were pleased, and everything passed off to the satisfaction of a well pleased party.


            Pretty Faces. – If you want to look pretty, and see how you do look after passing through the able artists hands, go to Hawkins & Philpot’s gallery on the southeast corner of the square. – “Photos” are done up on short notice and no one could be displeased with the work which they pride themselves on turning out.


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