A Hard Way of Serving the Lord: Colonel Wilson in Libby Prison
With
so many of us now “sheltering in place” due to the COVID-19 crisis, it made me
think of another time when Americans were under confinement, in this case the
experience of our Civil War veterans who became prisoners of war.
One
of those men, Colonel William Tecumseh Wilson of the 123rd Ohio
Infantry, penned the following letter to his wife Louisa (“Lou”) back home in
Upper Sandusky, Ohio in November 1863. Writing from Libby Prison in the heart
of the Confederate capital, Wilson had been a "resident" at Libby for nearly four months
after being captured during the Second Battle of Winchester. Colonel Wilson was
finally paroled on March 18, 1864 and was formally exchanged May 28, 1864. He rejoined
the regiment for the Lynchburg raid but soon suffered from an attack of inflammatory
rheumatism and saw little action for the rest of the war. He was appointed a
brevet brigadier general in 1866 and later served as Comptroller of the State
Treasury of Ohio and mayor of Upper Sandusky.
This
letter was published in the December 4, 1863 issue of the Wyandot Pioneer.
Colonel William Tecumseh Wilson, 123rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry |
Libby
Prison, Richmond, Virginia
November
1, 1863
My
Dear Wife:
I am going to try and get a good, long
contraband letter through to you by the next boat which we are expecting every
day. I received the box you sent me very unexpectedly a few days after it was
shipped and if you only knew how delighted I was, you would feel partially rewarded
at least for your labor in furnishing me with the me with the necessities it
contained. My health is pretty good now and while the contents of the box last,
Mess No. 32 (Captain [Charles H.] Riggs [Co. G], Adjutant [Benjamin F.] Blair,
Lieutenant [Frank B.] Colver [Co. G], and self) will live pretty well. Captain
Riggs received a small box containing some butter and the others are expecting
similar favors. [Captain Riggs would die September 15, 1864 at the Confederate
prison in Columbia, South Carolina.] I received the package which had contained
the coin you sent me with the information that the money had been handed over
to the Rebel quartermaster at this place. I am very sorry that you did not send
it in the box for then I would have received it. Gold is valuable here. There
is no knowing what amount of Confederate trash I might have bought with those
$12. We get $7.50 for one in greenbacks.
Squalid conditions inside Libby Prison |
Everything is exorbitantly high here.
Flour is $75 a barrel, coffee $8-10 per lb., tea is $15-20 per lb., butter is
$4-6 per lb., eggs $2-3 per dozen, other things in proportion, and all growing
scarce and higher. Famine is staring this part of the Confederacy in the face
and the people as well as the papers acknowledge it. They clamor for the
removal of the prisoners from their midst and insist that if anyone is to
starve it should be the Yankees. If we are forced to remain here, we must
depend upon our friends at home to a considerable extent for subsistence. All
boxes and packages are delivered to us so far, but one paper has gone so far as
to recommend the confiscation, or in other words, stealing of the nice things
sent to the Yankee prisoners. God alone knows what will become of the poor
private soldiers, thousands of whom are confined here. The paper alluded to
above suggests they ought to be sent to some point in the interior where the
weather and want of food will thin them out according to the laws of nature.
What do you think of that in this civilized age? We are receiving now about a
half ration of bread, 4 ounces of meat (but such meat), a spoonful or so
of rice, and the smallest amount of salt imaginable. We expect this amount to
be reduced before long.
About 1,000 of us are confined to
seven rooms in which we cook, wash, eat, sleep, and do everything else, not
being permitted to go outside the door for any purpose. The building is full of
vermin and a portion of each day is devoted to skirmishing, as we call it, but
which vulgar people would probably term “hunting lice.” We’re an interesting
looking set of pets when this part of the daily labor is performed. The light-colored
underclothes you sent me would have been better adapted to this business if
they had been darker. This hint you might convey to any friends who may think
of sending clothes into this department.
Most of our time is spent in reading
when matter can be had, playing cards, checkers, chess, fighting our battles
over, and talking about the loved ones at home, that is, when not engaged in cooking
or washing clothes. It is very monotonous, and as one of my companions
frequently remarks, “a hard way of serving the Lord,” but the proud
consciousness that we are suffering all this for our country enables us to bear
it with comparative cheerfulness.
One of Colonel Wilson’s fellow inmates,
Captain John W. Chamberlin of Co. A, 123rd Ohio, described Libby
Prison as follows. “It is a large brick building about 150 feet in front by 105
feet deep. Fronting on Cary Street and extending back to Canal Street;
immediately in the rear of it was the canal and James River. The building was,
previous to the war, occupied by Libby & Son who carried on in it their
business as ship chandlers and grocers. Internally it much resembles an Ohio
grain warehouse. It is three stories high with a basement story underneath and
is divided into three tiers of rooms. The lower room of the first tier is
occupied by various officers engaged in the control of the prison. The two
upper rooms were at the time of our arrival used for the confinement of
prisoners, and we found their Colonel [Abel] Streight’s command and a few
others amounting to 136 officers. Of the middle tier, one room was occupied by
citizen prisoners and deserters from the Union army. The third tier was used as
a hospital for Federal prisoners. The basement contained a couple of cells for
the close confinement of prisoners, the remainder of it was devoted to the use
of the slaves employed about the premises.” (‘A History of Prison Life in Libby,’
Wyandot Pioneer, April 22, 1864, pg. 1)
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