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THE
PATRIOT
January 1, 1861
"The New Year! The phrase does not seem to startle a solitary
thought from what I feel within me to be almost a sluggard’s slumber.
It falls upon my ear absolutely flat, meaningless, joyless, griefless,
listless. I do not know why, but as a point in time it has no meaning
beyond the hour of the day or the day of the week. My ‘New Years’
have heretofore been mostly spent in the city, in such a manner as to
awaken memories of former ones; and so I have looked back on those days
as rounds that I have grasped from year to year in the ladder of my
life. The ladder for the last year has been in a horizontal position,
and I have just held on."
It is evident that the first months of 1861 were to
Mr. Boomer months of fiery trial, that he was passing through a terrible
conflict, and that he sometimes felt that he was fighting his way alone.
Born and brought up in Massachusetts, a State which
had always taken extreme views upon the subject of slavery, he had heard
and seen many things (as has been previously noticed) which were, he
maintained, unjust to the South and aggressive on the part of the North
– views which, if carried out, would certainly lead to difficulty. He
always begged
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of his friends in the New England States to try to
look at the subject from the slaveholder’s point of view, and urged
that hatred and violence would never convict men of a moral evil.
Moreover, he abhorred quarrels, and in private life acted upon the
principle of never contending. If he had disagreement with any person,
he simply declared his position, but never used any means to vindicate
his course; acting upon the common-sense principle of forgiving wrongs
and letting them alone.
A letter under date of January 6, will give some idea
of the workings of his mind upon this subject:--
"Dear S____: I did not receive the letter you
say you wrote, and the postmaster does not know anything about it
either. And the beautiful young lady – they (the young ladies) are
myths sometimes ere you catch them, and I believe your letter mythical.
Send me the counterfeit and let me see (the young lady I mean), and then
I can tell exactly what the letter would or should have been, and you
can write me a letter about something that is real; for we have in our
times plenty of realities, and, though they are sad ones, they are ours.
We (I mean the people) have been working hard and
long to get them, and, now that they are in our possession, the inquiry
begins to dawn upon our awakening senses much as it did upon that young
man who drew an elephant in the lottery, the story of which you know. I
think we are much in the same condition as that perplexed young
gentleman. The elephant is stirred up, sure enough, and I am afraid he
will eat us all up. I wish, though, I had charge of him for a while; I
would feed him on corrupt politicians till he died.
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I wish you (I trust you did have) a merry Christmas
and a happy New Year’s day, and wish for the rest a happier ending
than beginning of this new year.
I cannot try to cheer you or myself with the solace
that comes to us in individual trials, when perhaps our greatest
troubles are our highest hopes, and when we may reflect with pleasure
that if our burdens are great we are lightening the load for another;
for there is no hope in madness, and it goes down from father to son.
You do not know how I am weighted down by these evil
times; you cannot conceive it living where there is a union of feeling.
You are on the border, where the realities of civil strife do not appeal
to you as they do to us here, who may be occupying the theater of
fearful tragedies, our whole State a battle-ground.
If you did, if the far North, and the far South could
hear the prospective cries of distress that come to our ears, and see
through the medium we do, they would come to the conclusion, I think,
that there had been a misunderstanding; that, after all, there was no
cause for such an awful quarrel and that the honor of both parties could
be preserved without a resort to arms.
I have hope, though, yet; for gentlemen have been
known, when they arrived upon the ground to settle their private
quarrels, attended in silence by friends and surgeons, in the coldest
and grayest dawn of the morning, to listen, when the stillness preceding
the conflict had become so deathly that they could hear well, to
suggestions of the above description. I humbly pray it may be so with
the impending quarrel of our country; else these times are sadly out of
joint. I am determined to do all I can, when the time comes
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To make people listen to reason; and if all, both
North and South, who think as I do, would only act, the trouble would be
avoided."
May 8.
"I was delighted to receive your letters, and think their
sentiments are truly patriotic. I love my country, and shall try to
serve it in this its hour of need, which is not to be done in this State
without great prudence and greater sacrifices; but between a
mal-administration of a government the best in the world and chances of
none at all, I have deliberately chosen, upon the ‘Hamlet undiscovered’
principle, in favor of the former.
I hope the President and his co-workers in power will
be quiet with their Missouri army for a time at least, for we are
stronger without them than with them, and have need of all our strength.
Affairs are not pleasant in this State. The present picture, turn which
way you will, is fearful to look upon, and still more so to contemplate
for the future. It requires some physical and moral courage to travel
through the towns and country at the present time, and a barrier has
been placed in society in St. Louis which no one can pass. I am called
an abolitionist by people here in the country, between whom and myself
there has been heretofore the highest mutual respect. I don’t like all
this, but cannot help it, and think, with a worthy Carondelet alderman,
‘that the best thing what one can do is to do the best thing what one
can.’
I have received your present, which gives me much
pleasure. I return you my love, which now is all I can safely call my
own; but in sending you this gift do not fear that I
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am robbing myself, for this possession, among its
other virtues, is in no danger of suffering by division or a modern
secession."
To his mother, under date of June 1, (1861) he
writes:
"In whatever light we view the present troubles
of our county, it is a very serious affair, and the question must arise,
whether the remedy used is not as bad as the disease to be cured. Civil
War is a long and dreadful thing, and I have feared this for years. You
of Massachusetts, who are one people, and sustained each by the
sentiments of the other do not and cannot realize what war is in a
community divided against itself, where the partisan feeling enters
society and erects barriers between friends, neighbors, inmates of the
same house, and members of the same family. Evil times have fallen upon
us indeed, when that barrier widens from coolness to passion and from
passion to arms. Yet such is the case here. In St. Louis a line is drawn
through society, and across the barrier no social intercourse is
allowed. Persons intimately connected with each other have met in arms.
I have taken my position for the Union, and as a
consequence for the government; for between a good government badly
administered and the uncertainty attendant on forming a new one upon its
dismemberment, I could not hesitate to choose. My position, therefore,
in common with that of many others, is one that requires prudence as
well as principle, and may involve much sacrifice.
I have been pleased to see the promptness with which
my native State, stimulated by patriotism, has responded to the call of
her government believed to be in danger, and I
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am pleased with the whole North, which volunteers to
sustain the rightful authority of law. The supremacy of law as such,
whether believed to be just or unjust, is the only safeguard of life,
liberty, and property, and all differences should be adjusted under the
law, until oppression marks the time to take up the sword.
I cannot forget, however, that the good people of
Massachusetts and other New England States did not display upon the call
of former executives the same willingness to rush to arms in wars with
foreign powers, one of which was for defending the rights of their own
commerce and seamen, as they now display in a war, at best, to chasten
the errors of their brethren; and I hope, if Providence designs by these
troubles lessons of wisdom, that it may be a part of that divine plan to
distribute a small number among the people of the North. The North
cannot be held entirely guiltless in the fearful, awful war."
From journal, June 5 (1861): -
"Have been to St. Louis; stopped at my old home
and found W—had a French consul housekeeping with him. I found also
that extremely bitter hostility is felt towards the government in the
aristocratic circles, which enters into every relation, both business
and social. I feel utterly incapable, at times, to understand this
feeling; and I also feel sometimes that I would fly from the bitter cup
before me.
Here are men – ‘near a whole city full’ – who
have heretofore gloried in our government, and served it faithfully,
some of them – can they be disloyal now? There are
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men here who have proved themselves sound in judgment
in everything pertaining to the political economy of our country, men
that I honor, love, and revere, men that would not flinch from any
sacrifice – can they be misguided now?
I am overwhelmed by these reflections at times but I
must be just and honest with myself in this matter, cost what it
will."
There is a pause here of some weeks; the pen makes no
record either by letter or journal; the curtain is suffered to drop over
the inner conflict still going on’ no ear heard, no eye saw, save that
which neither slumbers nor sleeps. But the following letter, bearing
date July 15, gives proof that his heart was now at rest; that he had
espoused openly the Union cause, although he had not then decided to
take up arms in defense of his country.
Jefferson City, July 15
"Dear S----; --- I am rain-bound here to-day, with thin and soiled
garments; it is cold and disagreeable. It rains nearly all the time
now-a-days, and I expect the storm of today will entirely ruin my wheat,
which has been a long time in the field, and ought to have been thrashed
long ago; for you must know, my dear S---, that I have partaken of the
belligerent spirit of the times, and am determined to thrash that wheat.
For this purpose I have made every preparation – have put all my
implements of war into the field, have raised men and horsemen – and
the first day I shall make the attack.
My infantry will make the first charge. This maneuver
will throw the enemy into such a position that, by a vigorous movement
of the cavalry, I will knock all their
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heads off; and by continuing hostilities in this
manner I hope to show that my enemy is a mere man of straw.
After I get my adversary into my own power, tightly
imprisoned, I shall carry him away and sink him in a dark dungeon, and
mash him, which I think will completely subjugate him; unless at some
future time, perhaps when peace and plenty shall smile again, and we all
are happy around the social board, trusting to the careless security of
the times, and instigated by yeast, he shall rise again. But if that
event should occur, I am determined to eat him.
My dear sister, you will think I am carrying the
simile rather too far; but you cannot judge of war in your peaceful
home. There are reckless, foolish men around me, and all over the State,
who are continually exasperating the opposite party, creating everywhere
a petty civil war. There have been fatal fights within a few miles of
me, in every direction; but so far, by common consent, we preserve amity
and good neighborhood. I have tried every honorable means to maintain
this state of things, and feel grateful for my success so far, as I am
an avowed Union man. Such sentiments are not always to be expressed with
safety. I tell all Union men who wish to take an active part in this
contest to join the army; secessionists the same; for the formation of
home guards in this State is bad policy. I appeal to the selfish
interests of all for industry, which is so necessary to both the soldier
and the citizen, that it may not perish entirely throughout the State,
as well as that the barbarities of such a strife may be prevented as far
as possible. Our State is in a terrible condition, and it will be a long
time before it recovers from it.
Last night I received your letter, and will tell you,
as
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near as can be told, what I am doing. I am ‘existing;’
this is about all. I feel that my country is in trouble, and that it is
time when men, if they are needed, should not merely look on; and this
feeling makes me uneasy, for the reason that my business connections are
yet so elaborate and unsettled that there seems to be a necessity laid
upon me to attend to them – a necessity imposed upon me as much by
obligation to others as myself. There are so many people here to whom I
furnish employment in my mills, and on the farm, in clearing up new
ground in the vicinity – some mainly for the reason that it is their
only means of obtaining the necessaries of life – that in this I find
a pleasant occupation.
As for society, I have none, and feel little desire
for any. Everything is so unsettled, and the times are so stirring and
eventful, that to keep one’s self fully informed leaves little time
for other reading or study."
From journal:--
Castle Rock, August 11, 1861.
"I went into Jefferson City this afternoon, and while there reports
came of the death of General Lyon. It seems but a day since I met him
here on his way to Springfield, and had such satisfactory converse with
him. How often my mind has reverted to his pure, honest, sincere
character, and the hopes it gave me in the service of his country; and
now he has fallen! A feeling of sadness at the loss of this heroic
general has oppressed me beyond measure.
In addition to this sad event, news reaches me of the
death of C----- G-----. This brings to my mind a long train of memories,
which the recollection of mutual association brings back from the past.
A sorrowful picture of the
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horrors of war! The accounts of this battle, and the
results it leaves, have begotten in me a feeling of personal
responsibility, which leads to serious consideration.
The action of the government seems inadequate to the
necessities of the State, and the Union men here seem to rely too much
upon the government to do, at least in part their own work. I apprehend
that Jackson and the Confederate forces will soon appear in large
numbers at some point near the interior of this State, and that the
friends of the rebellion, more ready than the friends of the country,
will join them in large numbers. Shall Union men look on? Will it be all
that we can do to listen for the news? I believe now is the time when my
country, my native land, needs me and my all, and that here is the
place.
What can I do? Just now words or votes or civil
government cannot do much. The appeal is to arms, and in arms must be
met. I see but two ways – to take arms or look on. I have no family;
am young; business considerations should not weigh. I cannot be of
service as a private soldier, or even as a company officer. Physical
disease and exposure have unfitted me to endure what would be necessary,
and at the time needed, in those positions, I fear I should fail. Am I
fitted for a higher position? Could I fill it in such a manner as to
make the forces I should command an absolute additional force? Could I
obtain such a position?
On my way home I sketched in my mind the scheme of
raising a battalion of three companies, to volunteer for one year, as
aid in suppressing the rebellion in Missouri. This is the State of my
adoption and my love. My heart is here, my home is here, and the
government of my fathers is
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mine. I must do something; and I ask the first of
these questions intending to search myself in good faith; the second I
shall set about solving to-morrow; and by the day following I will try
to decide."
The following letter to his mother will show the
result of the foregoing reflections:--
Castle Rock, August 14.
"Dear Mother: -- I am just home from Jefferson City, twelve o’clock
at night. I was detained late by business, and came very near being
detained all night by the picket guard, as Jefferson City is now under
martial law.
The war news you see by the daily press; I will not
speak of it in general terms, but enclose you a paper showing what I
intend to do. I have considered this step more seriously than any act of
my life, and am firmly convinced that it is my duty. I hope that you and
my father will approve it.
I have strenuously opposed that party which have
unnecessarily aggravated the causes of this war; but that reckless men
have hurried the war upon us does not obviate the fact that it is here,
and that good men must take firm, positive ground. I love my country,
and cannot consent to let it go without my effort.
Pardon a short letter, as I have a great deal of
writing to do, and to-morrow I go to Linn, to address a meeting of our
county. I am well, in good spirits, and love my father and mother as
well as ever.
Your affectionate son,
Geo. B. Boomer."
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It would be impossible to describe the sufferings,
the discouragements, the difficulties of such a stand as this brave
young man took – that he would take up arms in defense of his country–
and the almost insurmountable obstacles in the way of raising a regiment
in such a disloyal atmosphere.
It is an easy matter to talk of acting from purely
conscientious motives; it is no hardship to say that we will judge of
things from their intrinsic merits, and that we will act independently,
as those who must give account unto God. This is the theory, which if
developed into action makes moral heroes in any and every sphere in
life, whether they be kings or peasants, living in the city or country,
laboring on the battle-field or in the humble shop. But it is not so
easy to stand unmoved and fixed in the truth in the presence of
adversaries. Human nature is weak; it loves approbation; and it is much
more congenial for the heart to glide easily down the stream of popular
sentiment than to buffet against the tide. It is hard to stand by one’s
principles, to be true to one’s self, when on every hand, in looks, in
words in conduct, we meet with opposition, with coldness, yea, with
almost hatred. We are linked to our fellow-men by so many unseen but
beautiful threads of sympathy, that when we feel that support to be
gone, and we walk almost solitary and alone for truth’s sake—suffer
trial and persecution for its maintenance—the reason and judgment are
very apt to find some ground, in the pressure of circumstances around
us, for escaping so severe an ordeal.
It is easy to be generous in deed, magnanimous in
action, heroic and self-sacrificing in life, when our ears are filled
with public applause, when our hearts beat quickly with the approving
smile and the mead of love, when by such
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acts we see friends increase, and our position in the
community greatly dignified thereby. But when there is no eye to see
except to look coldly, when there is no ear to hear except to condemn,
when there is no hope except in firm reliance upon principle, then comes
oft times the night of weeping, the heart-searching, the inner voice
uplifted to that Eye which is never shut, that Ear which is never
closed.
But such training, although severe, often forms the
noblest characters, and gives them a calm, unshrinking confidence in the
cause they espouse. They may be weighted down by difficulties, oppressed
by fears, but having thus triumphed over self, having fought this first
great battle victoriously, there is little fear of faltering.
The most brave heroic act of Mr. Boomer’s life was
not in shedding his blood before the stronghold of Vicksburg, although
on that sad evening the setting sun cast its lingering rays upon the
pale brow of as true and loving a patriot as was ever graced by the
"white plume of Navarre;" but it was while toiling for months
in raising his regiment, poor and almost unfriended, that he displayed a
courage and endurance more grand than the hottest fight of any
battle-field could have offered. In the excitement of action the soldier
is stimulated by the circumstance of war, by martial harmonies, by the
immediate hope of success, by many motives kindred to those around; he
is sustained by a mighty host, a strength he believes invincible; he is
impelled to deeds of daring which make the "world wonder,"
while at the same time they pronounce him a hero; but it is not so
sublime, so pure, so lofty a heroism as that which is displayed by him
who works for his country without the aid of sympathy or remuneration.
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The men of loyal hearts in Missouri at this period
were a small band of patriots, so small and so widely scattered that
each seemed as it were standing alone. But their patriotism was not a
covering of blue and gold, to be put on for ambition or display; it was
a patriotism that had passed through the furnace, and bore the test of
purity. It was a patriotism that could bear "the crack of prowling
rifles," that could look upon burning homes, murdered fathers,
houseless wives, and fatherless children. The sufferings of the people
of Missouri can never be told. They were accustomed to pass sleepless
nights and perilous days, to see property in every form stolen. The
Union and Confederate armies had both passed through the State, which
combined with the bitter hatred and enmity of its inhabitants made it
one scene of devastation and ruin.
It was a such a time as this that Mr. Boomer
undertook to raise a thousand men to fight in the defense of our country
and with such feelings as the following passage indicates he commenced
the work:--
"I know that in taking this step many, I fear
most of those I have best loved for years, will condemn and forsake me.
In the dear city of my love my name will be spoken of as evil, and every
plan of my life I yield. My family are too far away to give me the
support I need, and which it would be their pleasure to bestow; but I
canno9t and would not do otherwise than I have done. The struggle is
over, and I feel sure of success."
A friend at Castle Rock says:--
"Mr. Boomer had frequent conversations with me
at the commencement of the war in regard to his own duty, in the
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then distracted state of the country, and upon mature
reflection he decided to raise a regiment. No sooner had he come to this
decision than he promptly set about the work with all his known energy,
and from motives of pure patriotism."
Another friend says:--
"How Mr. Boomer was to raise a regiment in our
poor, disloyal country, was a mystery, and how he was to leave his large
business interests and prepare himself for a military commander, was
equally unaccountable. But he was a man, although young, who had the
confidence of all who knew him, was beloved by all classes, and had that
popularity which would insure his success if any one, under the
unfavorable circumstances, could succeed.
He first established his camp at Castle Rock, freely
giving to the soldiers the use of his household furniture, his beds,
bedding, table furniture, and everything he had which would add to their
comfort. After a few weeks he changed his quarters to Medora, where he
at the same time could give his personal attention to military
discipline."
He had great difficulty in turning the minds of the
people to right views of maintaining the government, and to aid in
accomplishing this he traveled from town to town, addressing the people,
urging their loyalty, and many, says a friend, out of love to him joined
his regiment. Sometimes days would pass without any apparent progress,
and he would be told by his friends that he never could succeed; but he
heeded not such prophecies, only to put forth greater effort. There was
a power in his soul which lifted him above the fear of defeat; amidst
the ravings of the storm around he was calm and unshaken. "As
anchored ships
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cling to rifted rocks amid howling tempests, so he
clung to the truth," believing in its power to sustain.
There was but one thing which he counted a sacrifice,
one grief, and that was the loss of his friends. On this subject he was
usually silent, but an occasional remark told the depth of his feelings.
One evening, when sitting in a concert-room at St.
Louis some of his dear old friends came in and stood near him. He looked
at them very earnestly and tenderly; then, turning to the friend sitting
by his side, he said, "God only knows what this has cost me. This a
test which you of the Northern States can never know."
Worn down by constant fatigue, he went from town to
town, from county to county, and in an easy, simple, friendly manner,
urged the people to loyalty; as may be seen by the following memoranda
of meeting with the people of Linn County;
"I am glad, fellow citizens, to see you here, so
many of you, to testify, by your presence at least, your concern for the
public good.
What is there so noble, so touching, in all the
spectacles humanity presents as the stirring of that impulse of the
human heart which leaps to the rescue of distress? When we see it in the
individual it melts our heart into sympathy. It is this divine instinct
which impels the mother to leap to the rescue of the child, regardless
of her own peril and our hearts glow with admiration for that mother.
But when we see the rushing of a mighty people to the rescue of their
common country in distress, when we see them willing to imperil all they
have to sustain that government which bears within it the seeds of
happiness and the tree of liberty,
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what shall we call that impulse but an approach to
the higher nature of which man is said to bear the germ?
Has the world ever seen the like of that spectacle
which, four months ago, it beheld in the loyal people of this country,
responding to the call of the President to save the nation from the foe
that attacked it? Was it the less sublime that the foe was within its
own borders, and that, with a sense of their own loyalty, to deceive
them, they had hugged the sweet dream of peace and concession until the
treacherous enemy had nearly encompassed them in their destructive
folds? No! rather the more sublime! And I am glad indeed to believe,
fellow-citizens, that you, or most of you, partook of this disinterested
sentiment of loyalty, and that you are here by your presence to testify
thereto.
But while the impulses of the heart are noble, yet,
as related to great actions, they should be tempered by judgment and
intelligence; and I am here to consider the principle which I have
embodied in the following resolutions:--
Resolved, That we have a country which we love
from patriotism; that we have a government which we love for its
intrinsic worth, and the blessings it has conferred upon us; that we
have a flag which we love from all the memories that cluster around it;
that as American citizens all these are ours; and that we will defend
them from the most dangerous of internal foes.
Resolved, That a minority of the people, deceived
by ambitious men, without cause (except evil passions) have rebelled in
arms against the peaceful will of the majority; that they have done
violence to our Constitution and the peaceful customs of our whole
history; and that as we love peace, as we love liberty, as we love our
domestic happiness,
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and as we hope to secure obedience to all constituted
authority hereafter, it is the duty of the government to put this
rebellion down, and our own duty to aid in doing the same.
Resolved, That as citizens of Missouri we are
also citizens of the United States, and that no government can be said
to invade its own citizens; that as citizens in our won state capacity
we have been outraged by a conspiracy on the part of our former
executive and legislative officers, against our honor, our interests,
and our sovereign will as expressed in convention, and that, led by
these men our homes are invaded and our property stolen; that our
convention in secret session has done its duty in deposing those men who
violated our rights, and in providing us new officers, and that we will
sustain its action – obey the call of the authorities to compel the
peace and drive the invaders from our soil; that the cry of our enemies
for peace is a call for us to surrender our rights in law, liberty, and
native land; that these are inalienable, and guaranteed to us by our
Constitution, and that we will never surrender them; but that we will
call upon them for peace – that they restrain their madness by
laying down their arms, and obey the law, enjoy their protection, and
take again their equal share in the glories and blessings of our common
land."
A few extracts from letters give some indications
that he had difficulties to overcome in preparing for his new sphere of
life:--
September 11, 1861.
"Dear S----:--I can write you but a few works tonight, as I am very
busy forming my regiment, and getting my business and property into such
a condition that it can be
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safely attended to during my absence, or disposed of
should I never return. It is a great deal of trouble to do both. The
military affairs at St. Louis are very imperfectly managed, which, in
the confusion created heretofore, and partially now, from want of proper
state authorities, makes additional trouble. I am making as much
progress, considering these things, as could reasonably be expected, and
am fully satisfied that I am doing what I should do.
I am thankful for your letters, and feel happy when I
know that those I love still care for me, and it will aid me.
Raising a regiment in this State is attended with
much difficulty, and I may be disappointed, but perseverance and tact
will accomplish much. It is right to serve my country, and I must ‘crown
my thoughts with acts.’ I am gratified with the feeling that I have
been the cause of inducing many men to go into the field who otherwise
would not have done so.
Give love to A--- and the children, and reserve for
yourself on the unfailing principle of the widow’s curse."
November 2.
"What can I say to you in detail, my dear sister? I do not like to
deny what you ask me, but sometimes it is best I should.
My regiment is still at Medora, recruiting very
slowly, but with a good prospect for the coming week, and I hope in a
short time to be full.
I have seen our new major-general in command of the
State, and could not be better pleased, so far as appearances go. I
think he is quite perplexed by the situation here, and scarcely knows
what to do, which I do not wonder at; in
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fact, it will hardly be expected that he will be able
to take intelligent action for some days.
As soon as my regiment is full I want to go to Benton
barracks and get thoroughly prepared for the field, and then go south. I
would like to visit New Orleans with an escort.
My dear sister, why do you beg to know all the
particulars of what I am doing, thing, etc.? The daily events of my life
would only fill your heart, already anxious enough, with more
solicitude. These are hard times for Union men in Missouri; but I am a
man, my good sister. You always had a little comfort in such reflections
about me, at least you have sometimes flattered me in that way, and now
I have an opportunity of ‘testing my metal.’"
November 10, 1861
"Dear S-----:--I am as busy as I can be, drilling, holding school,
etc. My duties begin at early dawn and last until eight o’clock p. m.
My regiment is likely to be affected by General
Halleck’s policy, as he stopped further recruiting some time ago,
turned it over to the State forces, and is going to consolidate all
regiments not full. I may lose my position by this arrangement, but I
will not fail to do my duty in any event. I have great faith in General
Halleck, and if I have to suffer it well be the result of a policy which
I think he ought to adopt under all circumstances.
I more than appreciate your kindness, and it greatly
aids me. I cannot say more, only to beg that you will not distress
yourself about me, for you know, my sister – I have often heard you
say it – that ‘it is a noble thing to suffer and be strong.’ I
have made up my mind to do what I am doing for a cause I love, and
though new and worse difficulties should arise, I shall not turn back. I
am happy in this, never more so. |