Dead Horses and Soldiers’ Graves Were a Common Sight: A Wisconsin Soldier in the Shenandoah
While escorting a wagon train of supplies to General Phil Sheridan's army at Harrisonburg, Virginia in late September 1864, a Wisconsin soldier stumbled across one of the most controversial acts of Sheridan's Valley campaign: the burning.
"When within eight miles of Harrisonburg, we met a force of cavalry gathering cattle, horses, sheep, and hogs into droves, and burning barns, hay, and grain stacks," he wrote. "As far as I could see in all directions the country was on fire. It is well settled and in times of peace must have been a wealthy country. It was a fearful sight. No one out of the army can conceive of the awful waste of property that a marching army makes."
The following soldier's letter first appeared on the front page of the October 20, 1864, edition of the Appleton Motor published in Appleton, Wisconsin. The correspondent, listed by the newspaper as simply "one of our neighbors now serving in the army," was never identified.
Martinsburg, Virginia
October 8, 1864
My dear father,
It will be
seven weeks next Monday since I left Appleton and I have not received a letter
from anyone as yet, but I suppose there are a number in store for me at
Washington that will be forwarded to the regiment as soon as we stop long
enough in any place to warrant the officers sending for the mail.
When at Harper’s
Ferry, I wrote that we were under marching orders but did not know whither
bound, but it now appears that we were ordered to guard supply trains to
Sheridan’s army. His base of supplies was then at Harper’s Ferry. It is now at
this place about ten miles nearer and I see by this morning’s paper that it
will be at Strasburg in a few days.
Our trains consisted
of 500 wagons, each drawn by three spans of miles or horses, but principally by
miles and driven in one line- an awkward way of driving in a Yankee’s
estimation. These wagons are all covered with canvas and look like the prairie
schooners we used to see. Between every 15 or 20 wagons were placed two or
three companies of infantry besides a small force of cavalry which acted as
scouts.
We spent the
Sabbath and Monday at the Ferry; on Tuesday morning, we had orders to shoulder
our knapsacks, cartridge boxes, and gun, and to take our places in the ranks
which was accomplished in ten minutes but it was 3 p.m. before we fairly
started. We arrived at Harrisonburg, a distance of 108 miles, Saturday evening.
I stood the march as well as any in the company though we were all footsore and
weary.
When within
eight miles of Harrisonburg, we met a force of cavalry gathering cattle,
horses, sheep, and hogs into droves, and burning barns, hay, and grain stacks.
As far as I could see in all directions the country was on fire. It is well
settled and in times of peace must have been a wealthy country. It was a
fearful sight. No one out of the army can conceive of the awful waste of
property that a marching army makes.
We spent the
Sabbath, or what answers for that day in the army, at Harrisonburg. On Monday,
our wagons were loaded with refugees, sick, and wounded soldiers, and we
started for this place in charge of 160 Rebel prisoners who had to hoof it with
us. Some of them were barefooted but most of them were comfortably clad. They
were marched in ranks of four with a file of our men on either side with fixed
bayonets.
That first
night they had a hard time. It commenced raining about 4 in the afternoon and
we marched until nearly 10 before we went into camp. We were all wet and the
ground was wet; where the prisoners were placed was muddy and but few of them
had blankets. We passed rails to them and they made fires and places a few at
the side to lay on and bunked for the night. My mate and I were on guard till
12 o’clock and the most of the time it rained hard.
Our blankets
were wet and things looked gloomy and where we were to roost for the remainder
of the night was getting to be a serious question. But fortunately, the wind
changed and we went to a barn about a quarter of a mile distant and confiscated
six bundles of unthreshed wheat and carried them back to lay on, which made us
quite comfortable. The most of the time in this march I have laid on the ground
with only a single piece of canvas under me and strange to say have not taken
cold. The weather has been warm most of the time with no frost yet as of
Sabbath morning October 8, 1864.
It was rumored in camp yesterday that we are to start with another train tomorrow and this is the only chance I shall have to write until I return. There is much that I have seen that would be interesting to relate but my accommodation for writing are so poor that I shall defer it till another time. Our march was over the same road that Sheridan fought the Rebels. Dead horses and soldiers’ graves were common sights. At Winchester and Fisher’s Hill, I saw a great many graves.
Source:
Letter from unknown soldier, Appleton Motor (Wisconsin),
October 20, 1864, pg. 1
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