LIFE IN THE ARMY.
Being the Observations and Experi-
ences of a Private Soldier.
The distance between Franklin and Nashville was eighteen miles. The road was a good, substantial macadamized pike. For several days I made the trip to Nashville and return the same day, carrying each way a large sack of mail. I was often cautioned about guerillas and bushwhackers, but I was lucky enough to escape their unwelcome visits. I confess that I was a little disturbed on one occasion. I was riding along upon my pony and was just reaching the brow of a hill where the road made a slight turn, when I suddenly came upon about half a dozen butternut gentlemen, two or three of whom were sitting down and the others looking towards me as though they expected my coming. I began to think my time on earth was near its close, and that my mail would never reach its destination. I was armed with a good and trusty revolver, and I was too near the butternuts to think of retreat. I resolved to sell my life as dearly as possible, and thought I was good for two of them at any rate. I did not slacken my pace, but putting my hand upon my pistol I rode up to them and was surprised to observe they had no disposition to make any hostile demonstration. As soon as I was convinced of this, I felt more courageous and stouter of heart. I could then whip the whole of them easily. I rode up, and in a tone of authority asked them their business there. They tamely replied they were telegraph laborers at work putting up and repairing the telegraph between Nashville and Franklin, and they were then waiting for their wagon, which was about a half mile to their rear. I was considerably relieved.
In a few days the railroad was completed, and then I made my journeys to and from Nashville upon the cars. It was made part of my business to supply the army at Franklin with newspapers. These were sold at ten cents each, a figure really too high. There were certain news agents in Nashville who sold to army Postmasters and others at from five to seven dollars per hundred, rendering it impracticable for me to dispose of them at less than ten cents each. The rush for newspapers was immense. It took from five hundred to a thousand every day to supply the army at Franklin, which numbered then about five thousand. It was soon discovered that there was some speculation in this newspaper business, and there was probably some jealousy excited against me on account of it. I believed that if the speculators, or middle men, at Nashville could be thrown out and the army postmasters be permitted to deal directly with the publishers, newspapers could be furnished the army at five cents each. I endeavored to bring about such an arrangement. I sought the influence of certain officers, but no headway could be made. The speculators at Nashville heard of my move against them, and they resolved that I should not have any more papers from them. I usually remained in Nashville over night, and when I found my orders for papers refused, I bought up from the newsboys upon the streets all the papers I needed, and so kept up my supply to the army. The speculators then come at me from another direction. I was proceeding one morning upon the cars as usual to Franklin with my mail and newspapers, when I was accosted by a sharp featured, red-haired individual in citizens dress who told me that his name was Synder, and that he alone had the exclusive right to transport newspapers upon that train, and he pulled from his pocket a document signed by a Col. Anderson, General Military Superintendent of Military Railways in Tennessee, guaranteeing to him all the authority he claimed. He told me he was on his way to Franklin to make arrangements to supply the army there with newspapers, but he would not interfere with my arrangements that day, but he cautioned me not to attempt the experiment after that or I would get myself into trouble. I told him there was no necessity of his going to Franklin to make any arrangements to supply the army there with newspapers, as the arrangements were already made, and the army was being regularly supplied, and that I had heard of no complaint from any quarter except as to the price, and that I hoped would soon be remedied. This man Snyder visited Franklin, employed a number of boys, and organized thoroughly for a vigorous newspaper campaign. I was not idle. I secured the aid of two drummer boys to meet me the next morning at seven o’clock at the picket line on the Franklin pike. I borrowed the Chaplain’s horse, and about 4 o’clock that evening started for Nashville. I made the trip in about two hours. I was provided with papers and passes which enabled me to pass the picket lines or guards anywhere in the army of the Cumberland. On my way to Nashville I made arrangements with the pickets to pass them very early the next morning on my return to Franklin. I bought up newspapers from the news boys and secured my mail the evening previous, and about three o’clock started for Franklin. I reached the place just after daylight, found my boys waiting for me, and each taking a bundle of newspapers, and before nine o’clock they had the whole army supplied. At half-past nine the train from Nashville arrived. Synder was on board with nearly a barrel full of newspapers. – His news boys were at the depot ready to perform their part of the contract. Snyder found the newspaper trade that day duller than he anticipated. He was perplexed to know who his rival was in the newspaper trade. The next day I repeated operations of the day before, and Snyder was again perplexed. The newspapers soured and spoiled upon his hands. I kept up this night express for about a week, when Snyder having discovered the author of his perplexities, came to me and proposed a compromise. He offered to furnish me Nashville papers at five cents a piece, and Louisville and Cincinnati papers at six cents a piece. Thereafter I sold papers to soldiers of my own regiment at cost, and to citizens at ten cents. Soon after this an order was issued by Gen. Rosecrans regulating the newspaper trade, and fixing a tariff on prices, which broke up the combination of newspaper speculators at Nashville. But while there was some reform in this matter, there still remained some cause of complaint. It appears that a certain individual who was known as Col. Truesdale, by some hocus pocus arrangement had been installed as “Chief of Police” in the army of the Cumberland. This man assumed the whole management of the military mail and also all matters pertaining to the sale of newspapers. For about six weeks I supplied the army at Franklin with a daily mail and about six hundred newspapers daily. I had the entire supervision of the transportation and distribution of the mail, and also of all express matter coming to our Division. I had the assistance of only two or three persons, but I had all that I needed. During these six weeks there was not a single failure of the mail, and no complaint that I ever heard of. But after Col. Truesdale assumed the management, he had about twenty persons to perform the work that I and my two or three assistants had performed, and failures were numerous. – The army was obliged to take just such papers as Truesdale furnished them or take none, and often times he would keep back fresh newspapers until all the old ones were disposed of.
During the months of April and May sickness prevailed in the army at Franklin to an alarming extent. There was scarcely a company in any regiment in that whole army that did not lose one or more by death, while it was not uncommon for at least one half of the regiment to be reported on the sick list. The Surgeons held daily consultations to determine if possible the cause of such fatal mortality. The prevailing complaint was diarrhea, but there were numerous cases of fever. The 78th alone buried at Franklin more than twenty of their number.
TO BE CONTINUED.
On Tuesday next, November 7th, the election for county officers takes place. – The regular Union ticket will be found at the head of this column. This is our last issue before the election, and we take this occasion to urge upon every Union voter the importance of earnest, active work in getting out every vote. A full vote is a Union victory.
To the Hesitating.
If any reader of this paper is still undecided as the disposition of his vote at the coming election, we ask him to consider the record of the two parties during the last five years, the steady, unwavering, uniform loyalty and patriotism of the one and blatant treason of the other, and then ask himself the question whether, under such circumstances, it is safe to trust the altter with the grave responsibilities of official position. What the Democratic party has been in past years it will still continue to be. Its organization is corrupt and vicious, and cannot escape the control of the bad men who have led it into so many pitfalls. Every position confided to such hands is so much aid to enable the party to commence its machinations anew against the peace of the republic. The party has chosen to identify itself with the cause of disunion. – It has advocated principles of which secession and rebellion were the legitimate offspring. It has defended the rebel cause, thrown odium upon the friends of the Union, encouraged resistance to the draft, fostered desertion, sympathized with rebels, eulogized rebel leaders. To suppose that it is different now, is to presume against known facts. A vote against the Union ticket, on any pretext whatever, is practically a vote for copperheadism. It is a vote of condemnation of the war and its results. It is a vote of want of confidence in the national Administration – a vote against the progress of enlightened principles and a reconstruction of the South in the interests of freedom and human rights. Those who feel prepared to go to this extent may do so, but let them cease to call themselves loyal men. If they wish to continue the record made by the Union party during the last four years, let them understand that there is but one course to pursue, and that is to vote the Union ticket.
‒ Soldiers, remember who villified you while you were in the army!
Work! Work! Work!!
Let every Union man work for the success of the ticket. We have only two or three working days until election. Never mind if you do have a lame back or a sore toe, don’t let that prevent you from going to the polls on election day. Vote early and then see to it that every Union vote is out.
→ All who want a competent man for County Clerk should vote for Capt. Ervin.
Who shall we elect for County Treasurer? A stay-at-home politician, who voted for and sustained the Copperhead party through the war, or shall we elect a true and honest soldier, the brave and patriotic Hainline, who endured perils innumerable, and hardships almost intolerable, in order to save the country from destruction?
→ If you want a worthy, upright, capable man for School Commissioner, vote for Prof. Branch.
‒ The Copperheads call themselves the “white man’s party” in contra-distinction to the Union party. We once heard of an artist who painted a horse, and underneath the portrait the words, “This is a horse!” For fear the public will not make the discovery, the Copperheads in like manner now label theirs “the white man’s party!”
The Eagle gives us credit for candor in saying that Mr. Simmons was once a Democrat, and true to the teachings of that party, opposed to the war. While we cannot return the compliment so far as candor is concerned, we give the Democratic party credit for consistency in dropping Mr. Simmons as soon as he came out in favor of the war. The Eagle takes on terribly over the fact that Mr. Simmons once felt it his duty to favor that delusive doctrine of the Democratic party, anti-coercion. This is the only charge brought against Mr. Simmons by the Eagle. If then, it was a heinous offence for Mr. Simmons to favor anti-coercion, how much more culpable is the Democratic party, for they sustained Mr. Simmons while he occupied that position, and elected him to office. But Mr. Simmons, it appears, saw the error of his position. He resigned the office to which the Democratic party elected him, and enlisted as a private in the 84th regiment. – The Democratic party did not favor Mr. Simmons then, but on the contrary, they denounced him as an abolitionist and a renegade. We want no better illustration of the disloyalty of the Democratic party than this very fact. It furnishes the evidence that the Democracy of this county had no sympathy in the prosecution of the war. – Their denunciation of Mr. Simmons is a most damaging and telling record against them. Our soldiers can here see just where the Democratic party stands. When Mr. Simmons opposed the war they supported him, but when Mr. Simmons returns from the army with the proud record of three years honorable and faithful service in the cause of his country, they denounce and oppose him. Under all the circumstances, Mr. Simmons may feel prouder of their censure than of their praise.
The Democracy cannot accuse Mr. Simmons of insincerity or dishonesty. They cannot accuse him of any unworthy motives in the course he has seen fit to pursue. He did not leave the Democratic party to secure office, for he held the office of School Commissioner in that party, and resigned it to take up a musket in behalf of his country at thirteen dollars a month, and this too at a time when the Democratic party could carry this county by from five to six hundred majority. Mr. Simmons has proved himself an honest, a sincere and a patriotic man. He is a man who does not hesitate to follow the right. He deserves well of the people of this county for the bold and loyal stand that he took on the side of his country.
The Eagle last week endorsed the Copperhead editor of the Fulton Democrat as “one of the best as well as one of the most popular writers in this district.” Here is an extract from the pe of this “popular writer.”
“Copperheads.” – If there ever was anything bad about this word, its character has recently come to be in very high repute throughout the land. The name “copperhead” has been applied to Democrats in the North by Abolitionists, and so far from considering the term a reproach the former not only accept the appellation, but in many sections have quite generally adopted the “copperhead” breastpin, and wear it with pride as the insignia of the order of “COPPERHEAD DEMOCRACY.”
→ Vote for Hainline, the Union candidate for County Treasurer. He served his country four years as a private in the 16th Illinois, while his opponent was at home pulling wires for the success of the Copperhead party.
‒ The Fulton Democrat talks disparagingly of Abolitionists and Republicans who stayed at home while Democrats went to the war. You cowardly whelp. You mean, canting, deceitful, lying hypocrite. What business have you to arraign others for not going to the war, when you not only refused to go yourself, but villified others for going. Before the war you styled the editor of this paper an abolitionist, but he went to the war, and you have had nothing but abuse for him ever since. We can name a number of Republican editors who enlisted as privates in the war, while we challenge the copperhead editor of the Democrat to name a single copperhead editor who took up a musket in behalf of his country. The present editor of the Oquawka Plaindealer, the Keithsburg Observer, the Carthage Gazette, the Havana Volunteer, all enlisted in the late war, and yet the cowardly sneak of the Fulton Democrat blows and snorts about abolitionists staying at home and Democrats doing the fighting. Out upon the lying imp.
The Naturalists of all ages give an account of a small animal known as the chameleon, which has the peculiar faculty of changing its color to suit that with which it is in contact. We have never seen the animal such as described, but we have seen something near it in the biped order of creation. We refer to the editor of the Macomb Eagle. In the beginning of the war this man Whitaker was publishing a paper at Savannah, Mo. As chance would have it, the Union sentiment appeared to prevail and Whitaker was “Union” all over. The consequence was, Whitaker’s office was destroyed by the reb’s, who soon got the upper hand in Northwest Mo. The, chameleon-like, Mr. Whitaker was “reb,” all over, and the same bitter consequence still followed, as the Union men, having gained the ascendancy, destroyed his new office. – A third office was procured, – for the little gent. is plucky – and at the mast head of his paper was unfurled the name of Abraham Lincoln for President. Both parties becoming to know him, by this time, let him “git” along in peace, knowing full well that the name of Lincoln would not remain there long. In the meantime he sent his “abolition paper” to a friend of his in this city – a man who does not like “anything” savoring of “abolition,” and who sent the paper back from whence it came, with an intimation as plain as Paddy’s hint, that it was not wanted. Taking his color from this letter, Whitaker wrote to the aforesaid “friend” a long letter, in which he attempted to prove that he was as good a reb – beg pardon, – Southern Rights man as “any other man” in Missouri, and refered him to several Missouri refugees in this city and county, among whom appears the name of our present County Surveyor, Mr. Nichol. So much for so much. The Chicago Convention met on the 29th of August, A. D. 1864, and the “great unready” was nominated for President by the unterrified Valladighammers. Presto! Mr. Lincoln’s name disappears and the hero of the Chickahominy is brought forward. The election passed, – conservatism in Missouri was played out, – Whitaker concluded to change his spot, – that is, emigrate. Illinois was the State, and Macomb was honored by being selected as the particular sport wherein to show off the beauties of “Chameleonism” to advantage, but the great question was, which color should he take – black or copper? If he could buy the Journal office it would be black, – if not, he would try the Eagle, and assume the copper color. If both failed he would start a new paper and assume such a color as circumstances would require, but such a contingency did not arise, – the Eagle was for sale, – Whitaker bought, and Whitaker was copper colored from top to bottom.
“You may wash, and you may wipe, and you may rub,
But Whitaker will be Chameleon, “no matter how you scrub.”
On the 31sr ult., at the residence of the bride’s father, by the Rev. S. S. Hebberd, Mr. John W. Crisingee, to Miss Carrie Holmes, all of this city.
In this city, on Monday evening, Oct. 31st, by Rev. J. C. Metcalf, Mr. Franklin Pearce, late of the 28th Reg’t Ill. Vol., and Miss Rebecca Penrose, of this county.
Another veteran surrendered to dimity. Franklin Pearce (we want it understood it is not the ex-President) served his country well and faithfully in the army and has come home to enjoy the fruits of peace in domestic bliss. May he always be “frank” with his fair bride, and may she never lose the “rose” from her cheek if she has lost it from her name.
Wives, by two intelligent, industrious and handsome young men, who are desirous of emigrating from the “State of single blessedness” to that of matrimony. Having sufficient of the “wherewithal” to support in comfort themselves and wives, fortune is no object. Address Arthur St. Clair & C. H. Danvers, Macomb, Ill.
Every one should know what constitutes a contract. It is not our province at this time to define the terms, or give illustrations. To those not in acquaintance with the meaning of the word, we would say consult “Webster’s Unabridged.” The contract we wanted to speak about was between the countenances of two neighbors, one of whom had bought his Blankets at Venable’s, while the other “thought he could do better somewhere else.” There were “comparing notes” after making their purchases. Venable’s were found to be made of good clean Stock – the best of Illinois wool – wt. eight and ½ lbs., large size, which he had sold for sixteen dollars. The others were made of Russian wool – Donskoi long white, costing in N. Y. market 40 to 45 cts – under size every way, and when thrown into the scale were found to weight four and ¼ lbs. His had cost at a Dry Goods Store eleven dollars.
Comment is unnecessary. The contrast of countenance was wonderful to behold.
N.B. – He has a lot of those Extra heavy Blankets left over.
The Good Templars’ Lodge in Colchester will give a supper on Tuesday evening, Nov. 7th, 1865, for the purpose of raising money to complete their hall. Doors open at 5 o’clock. Admission 50 cents.
Customers to purchase the many beautiful goods now on exhibition at the Book Store of S. J. Clarke & Co. Special inducements offered in the line of School and Miscellaneous Books, Wall and Window Paper, Yankee Notions, Fancy Goods, etc. Give them a call at the old stand on the North side – 4th door from the east corner. Orders by mail promptly attended to.
A young man named Smith, a brakeman on the up freight train on Wednesday afternoon last was killed at Augusta by the train running over him. He was upon the top of the cars and fell between them while the train was in motion. This is the second accident of the same nature that has occurred at Augusta within a month or two past.
→ It does one good to go into the boot and shoe store of C. M. Ray and see his stock of boots and shoes. His shop made calf and kip boots cannot be beaten, and then he has a large amount of shop made womens’ calf shoes, both pegged and sewed, all made of the best material. Give him a call.
Gentlemen who are in the habit of chewing tobacco, smoking, or taking “suthin’ to drink,” should not fail to call at the book and notion store of C. C. Chapman & Co., and get a box of “whiskey killers” – sure cure.
Beware of Imitations.
No trade or profession is clear of those who would take advantage of another one’s good name and reputation could they make it pay, and when one, by strict and honest dealing builds up a trade it behooves him to look well “to his laurels.” John Venable has a “Stencil Plate” with which all packages leaving his establishment are marked plainly, viz: “From J. Venable, Dealer in Wool, Woolen Goods, & c., North side of square, Macomb, Ill.” Be sure that every yard of Jeans, Satinets, Cassimeres, Flannels, Linseys, and every package of your Blankets and Coverlets you buy this fall or winter are wrapped up in papers bearing the above inscription. Beware of counterfeits. None genuine unless marked as above.
The first snow of the season appeared on Monday last. It came down heavily for several hours, but melted as fast as it fell.
Change of Firm.
Mr. I. August has sold out his clothing store to Messrs. Keefer & Lyons who will continue the business. The new firm are experienced and energetic men, and we have no hesitation in saying will prove favorites with the public. They understand their business, and all can rely upon these gentlemen as fair, candid and upright dealers.
B.F. Martin & Son are constantly receiving Furniture of all styles, which they sell cheaper than can be bought elsewhere in the county. Give them a call.
‒ Mrs. O. C. A. Wood, M. D., will deliver an address in this city, at Campbell’s Hall, on Saturday Evening, Nov. 4th. Subject: Physiology and Pathology. We bespeak for her a respectful audience, as she comes highly recommended.
For the Ladies.
C. C. Chapman & Co. have a large lot of Perfumery of all kinds, such as cologne water, extracts of musk, jockey club, upper ten, verbena, pomades, &c., &c., which they will dispose of cheap.
We notice that the spirit of improvement is still progressing in our city, and the great trouble it, we have not carpenters enough to do the work demanded.
A New Front.
We notice that Messrs. Chapman & Co., the new book and stationery men on the north side of the square, are putting in a new front to their store rooms, and otherwise improving, besides receiving and opening a large stock of school and miscellaneous books, notions, &c., &c. When they get through with their contemplated improvements they will have as nice a room as any in town.
The roads are in an awful condition at present, owing to the super-abundance of rain of late.
Owing to the bad state of the roads, coal has raised in price from 15 cents to 20a25 cents.
Butter retails at the small price of 45 cts. per pound in our city, and has ruled at that price for several weeks.
Apples are scarce in this city this season. What is the reason? We have been led to believe there was a large crop.