July 30, 1864

William King Diary Entry

Cobb County, Georgia

30 July. 1864.

I went to see our neighbour Mr. Marks (at Col. Brumby’s) this morning, I found the old man quite unwell & has been so for some time, they are getting on pretty well, they like myself feel much anxiety about their son in Johnson’s Army–how many poor hearts are burdened & breaking by this needless war. What a joyful day will it be to me when peace returns. God grant that it may not be far distant; all the Federal soldiers I converse with seem as anxious as I am for peace, that they may be allowed to their families & domestic enjoyments at Home–all the feelings they express seem kind & sympathizing with us. My intercourse with them has greatly elevated my opinion of the character & feelings of the Federal Army. I have but little bitterness expressed except towards the poor negro, they all seem to hate those poor creatures. Mr. Shepard called to see me this morning while I was absent from Home. I made Mrs. McClatchy a short visit [torn] all pretty well & comfortable. I learnt that the firing at the Picket a few [torn] only a little mischief of some of his comrades, as he was a new soldier, they only wanted to frighten him a little, they shot above his Head. I was gratified to learn from Col. E. this evening that it was rumored, & which I hope may prove true, that Gen’l Johnson had again assumed command of our Army, as Hood would soon kill off all our poor men in fighting, an act which the nobleness of Gen. J’s heart will not allow him to do, for the cause of humanity I sincerely hope that Gen’l J. has again assumed the command. I saw a poor woman yesterday evening with her little son on Horseback, going into town to seek protection, from the Federal Army, she informed me that the Bushwhackers & Guerillas had been to her house in the morning, and had threatened to kill her husband who was sick in bed, & to destroy every thing she had. She had fortunately got her husband off for town in a wagon before she left, & desired help to move her little property to town. She lives near Powder Springs; as bad as it is to be in the wake of an Army, it in much worse to be on the Wings, where you are constantly exposed to the danger of inroads from the stragglers & scouts from both Armies. What terrors & cruelties accompany Wars

From Documenting the American South – UNC Chapel Hill


Letter from Thomas Christie
A Union Soldier

{Mighty near Atlanta, Ga. July 30th 1864}

My Dear Sandy,

You grumble so much at my short letters that I must try this afternoon to give you a long one, & if it prove to be so long as to be tiresome you have yourself to blame. I begin this letter now, not yet having determined what I shall write about, but as I proceed the plan will develope [sic] itself, as the Novel writers say. In the first place I will have to remark on the extraordinary health we, in common with the rest of the Army, are enjoying. In the midst of hard work with spade & sponge staff, night marches & night labor, hot weather & short grub we are actually in better condition now than when we were at Vicksburg through the winter,—not a man from the Company in the hospital on account of sickness, and we are a fair sample of the whole of Sherman’s Army. Everybody remarks on the ruddy cheeks & clear complexions of the men, their hearty appetites & jovial humor, & everyone seems to feel as if with such an Army, such leaders & such a cause we must be successful. (31st) was interrupted yesterday by orders to move, harnessed & hitched up, & left the woods in which we had stayed for 2 days, to proceed a half mile to the rear & go into park to rest a while & let other Batteries that have not been engaged yet go to the front in their turn. So we are now enjoying ourselves in the cool shade of our tarpaulins, our horses tied to the Picket Rope as in the old Garrison times, & everybody busy at washing 2 weeks dirt out of their shirts, mending the camping rents in our Huntsville drawn breeches, & reading, writing, & cooking of choice dishes by the Epicureans.

Our coming to the Rear, though, did not add much to our security, for the Johnnies have got a good thing on this part of the Line with their big Guns. They have been shelling the woods in this vicinity regularly since the battle of the 28th, from their forts in town, & as a group of us were standing talking in the park last evening, a hundred pd’s Parrott percussion shell came along shrieking like mad, struck close to the 1st Caisson, ricochetted, broke one of the wheels of the Caisson, & exploded between the Ammt’n chests, blowing up one of them & breaking another so that the ton on top of the powder inside took fire, but which we speedily extinguished with a bucket of water from a cook fire luckily near. There were 40 men within as many feet at the time of the explosion & several of us were within half that distance, 2 men being so close that the powder burnt their whiskers, & yet no one was seriously hurt, one or two being knocked down by splinters, & some by the concussion. But the same thing might happen 20 times without so many narrow escapes. The splinters of the Ammt’n chest, and of the mess chest, which was also stove all to flinders, flew all around us, one of the men with whom I was talking getting a rap with a small fragment that knocked him flat, & some of the harness, on racks near by, was blown 50 yards. One of our mule drivers, close by the Caisson at the time of the terrific explosion was struck on the head by a splinter, & the concussion so crazed him that he got up & ran over two miles, so fast that three of our fellows who started after him thinking he was “clean murthered,” had the greatest difficulty in catching him. He says this morning that all he wants now, is to fight a Duel with the man on the Rebel Gun who pulled the Lanyard that fired it. Our Mule Drivers are unlucky—the only man we had wounded on the 22nd was the driver on the Battery wagon. So you see there is as much safety at the Gun in these days of long range Artillery as anywhere in the Rear. We may laugh about that accident yesterday, but it is a mercy that the whole camp was not filled with killed & wounded men. Gen’l Leggett, on seeing the place this morning said that we were a lucky set of men, & that it was “better to be born lucky than rich”, & so our fellows begin to think, for we have had most wonderful escapes, as you know.

I had a splendid view day before yesterday of the famous city of Atlanta with all it forts & defences [sic], from the top of a tree into which I climbed with a Field Glass slung to me & by whose aid I could see the groups of Rebel women standing on the parpets of the big fort a mile & a half distant, looking out towards where the crack of our skirmisher’s rifles proclaimed the advancing Yankees. Atlanta is a beautiful city, being spread over a large extent of rolling ground, the smaller houses being completely hidden by the shade trees that grow all through the streets.

The city is directly East of where I am now writing & is very nearly surrounded by our troops, the wings of the Army being only about 2 miles apart. I think it is Sherman’s plan to completely surround it & begin a regular siege. When I had the view of it, the gangs of impressed negroes were busy throwing up a rude rifle pit to correct the forts, so that it seems this last flank movement of the Army of the Tennessee was a surprise to old Gov. Brown & the rest of them.

I see in the account of our fight on the 22nd, published in the Louisville papers, the most glaring mistakes in regard to the different Corps engaged & for fear you do not understand how Sherman’s Army is organized, I will tell you. Sherman’s Grand Army is composed of the troops of three Departments of the Military Division of the Mississippi, each commanded by the Departmental commander, & all independent of each other, acting under the supreme command of Gen’l Sherman. These Armies are—The Army of the Cumberland, Genl. Thomas; The Army of the Ohio, Genl. Schofield; & our own Army of the Tennessee, before the 22nd under McPherson, then for a while under Genl. Logan & now commanded by Maj. Genl. Howard, one of the best men in Uncle Sam’s Army. Now, each of these Armies is composed of Army Corps, the Army of the Cumberland of three–the 4th Corps. of Howard’s (I do not know who commands it now,) the 14th Corps–(Palmers) & the 20th Corps (Hookers). The Army of the Ohio has only one Corps here,—the 23rd—& Schofield commands it in person. The Army of the Tennessee has three Corps, the 15th (Genl. Logan,) 16th (Genl. Dodge,) & the 17th (Genl. Blair.) Each of the Army Corps is composed of 2,3, or 4 Divisions, & the Divisions are subdivided into Brigades, composed of three or four Regts. each. The two Divisions of our Corps that are present (3rd & 4th) are commanded now by Genls. Legget & Giles M. Smith respectively, since our Genl. Gresham was wounded on the 20th. Now you understand how Sherman’s Army is composed better than two thirds of the Army Correspondents here. {2-P.M.} Your letter of the 24th is come to hand & I am greatly delighted with it, you need stirring up once in a while to move you from your usual monotony of style, (you see I speak plainly, as becomes a friend.) I think you must, or should, appreciate this present epistle, for it has cost me already, about 6 dollars, I will explain. I went out into the shade in the woods to write, took out my pocket book to get a steel pen, laid it on the ground beside me till I would want to return the pen, went to writing, got interested, as I always do, was called off presently by the Capt. to inspect the Ammt’n chests, put away the writing materials & came off, leaving the pocket book, containing 4 of the dollars Father sent me (I had paid a debt with the other one in the morning,) my gold pen & a pencil. Of course, when I missed it soon after, and went to look for it, it was gone, some of the men having picked it up. I am not without hopes of having it returned, but if it is lost, it will be a good lesson to me. You need not trouble sending any money, for it is said we are going to be paid soon. Now, as to yourself, I approve of your intention to enlist for but 2 years, as that will let you out when we come home, but as to your preference for the Infantry, I must tell you it is wrong, as I know from experience, and as every foot soldier in this Army will tell you. There is no branch of the Service that will compare with the Artillery for desireableness, or for opportunity to render listing wished services, & it will be a life-long regret to you if you join any other. If I had room, I would give you the reasons. However, have patience till we go home, & spend our furloughs with us, for before that you cannot get into the Company on account of the fact that we have now 165 men & are only entitled to 156, when the Nonveterans go out in the beginning of October there will be a chance for a few Recruits. I spoke to the Capt. about it after the receipt of your letter, & he told me to have you wait till I go home when I will get authority to recruit & so save trouble & expense to you. Think of the duck hunting we will have with that famous Rifle when you again see your Affectionate Brother,

T.D. Christie

[Postscript on page two] P.S. Don’t forget to tell us how the 2 Grandmothers get along. I often think of both. Be kind to them & try to show them we young folks still love & revere… [last sentence illegible]

From Christie Family Letters – Minnesota Historical Society