Drum Taps in Dixie: Memories of a Drummer Boy, 1861-1865
John Stuart Mill · en
The men knew by his looks, his kind words to the sick and wounded that he
was in deep sympathy with them, and I think his presence was of untold
benefit to the rank and file of the army.
DRUMMED OUT OF CAMP.
The only man I ever saw drummed out of camp was down in front of
Petersburg. He was a coward, and large placards proclaiming the fact were
suspended from his neck, one on his breast and the other on his back, his
head was shaved and a fifer and drummer marched him all through the
division to the tune of the “Rogue’s March,” and then he was given a
dishonorable discharge and sent home.
CAVALRY VS. HEAVY ARTILLERY.
Among the deserters from our company when we were in the forts, at
Washington, was one whom we met more than a year later.
One day, on the march as we were taking a few moments rest by the roadside
a regiment of cavalry came along and halted opposite us. All at once one
of our boys exclaimed “Well, I’ll be blowed if there isn’t Sam P----,” and
sure enough there was our long lost Sam sitting astride of a horse.
“Hello, Sam!” was shouted by several of his old comrades, and one ventured
to ask what he had left his first love for?
Sam’s reply was about as follows: “I was willing to serve my country, but
I’m cussed if I ever liked that heavy infantry business. It was a dirty,
mean trick for them to enlist us for flying artillery and then change to
heavy, and I didn’t propose to tread mud with a big knapsack on my back, a
musket and 40 rounds of ammunition, so I just transferred myself to the
cavalry.”
About this time the bugles sounded “forward” and as Sam rode away with the
dusty troopers he called out; “Good-bye old company H,” and that was the
last we ever saw of him, but I doubt not he rendered good service in the
cause for he was not a bad fellow, even if he did prefer cavalry to heavy
artillery.
CHAPTER XIII.
GRANT’S HEADQUARTERS AT CITY POINT.
City Point, a little insignificant wharf town on a point of land at the
intersection of the Appomattox with the James River, about 25 miles from
Richmond and seven or eight miles from Petersburg, leaped into world-wide
importance in 24 hours in June ’64.
Gen. Grant made his headquarters there until the surrender of Lee and it
was the base of supplies for the army of the James, as well as the army of
the Potomac.
Think if you can what it would mean to Sackets Harbor, if an army of
75,000 to 100,000 men should make that town the base of its operations
against Watertown, and over on the Pillar Point shore was another army
half as large.
Do you know what it means to clothe and feed such an army with the bare
necessities, to say nothing of what the horses require to live upon or of
the shiploads of ammunition that was used in the nine months’ operations?
All had to be transported there by water, so you can imagine what a vast
number of transports filled the river.