From the
Bucktail Rifles
Camp of the 1st Bucktail Rifles
Near
The mail has just arrived and with it that welcome visitor, the Gazette of the 16th and 23rd, which reminds me that I have forgot my usual weekly
letter. We have at last been brought to a stand, for what reason I know not, after thirty-four days of the hardest marching ever experienced by the
Army of the
privations endured by this army during the memorable month of July, 1863.
My last letter was written, I believe, near
considerable progress towards the
much coveted
one end, while our cavalry held the other. Soon after our arrival, the 3rd corps was placed in line, and moved forward toward the Gap, followed closely
by our corps, until both lines, together with the 2nd corps, who were acting I believe as a Reserve, gained a position on the surrounding hills, where we
slept for the night. Next morning our line again made an advance. Our regiment was deployed as skirmishers, and were compelled to climb a mountain
something similar to the one back of the Mansion House at Mauch Chunk, and owing to it being a very hot day it was no easy task I assure you, but the
boys took to it, and succeeded in gaining the summit without meeting with the Rebs. In the meantime the forces below us had advanced through the Gap,
driving out the Rebs, who only consisted of one Division, and retreated when our forces advanced. A few prisoners were captured, but how many I did not
learn. The same day we again took up our march toward Warrenton, without rations, the lads subsisting on one ration of fresh beef, without salt, for
forty-eight hours; the country too, was pretty well cleaned out, as that we could not forage and “live on the enemy”, ‘Blenker’s Dutch’ having cleared
this region of everything during the memorable Pope campaign. At last we arrived at Warrenton, where our supply train, with plenty of good, hard tack
and pork, sugar and coffee, awaited us. Never did the army bread taste so good as it did after our 48 hours fasting; in fact, I began to think a
fellow can after all find worse fare than that supplied by our worthy old boss, Uncle Sam.
After receiving three days rations, our division, together
with Beauforts’s division of cavalry, started for
the
arrived and encamped yesterday. I do not pretend to know what we are going to do here, but as the engineers are bridging the above named stream, I
suppose we are here as a support and guard. It is rumored in camp, this morning that our cavalry had had a muss with the “Johnnies” at Culpepper,
but how true it is I am unable to say.
Details from all the
be again filled to its maximum number. Our company needs sixty-one men, whilst the total number needed in the Regiment is about six hundred and
fifty. I think with all the regiments filled, we
will be able to give Mr. Lee one of the hardest jobs he ever had on his hands, to
hold
one thing I am positive, Gen. Meade will not dig entrenchments within sight of the rebel capital, and then run from them. This army is about as
ambitious as any of our Western
troops, and hence feel anxious to fetch
We were very sorry to learn by last Gazette of the death of our former companion, John Leidy. We had met him frequently since we are in the army,
he having called on us several times. From members of his company with whom we were acquainted, we learn he was among the braves of the gallant
Our term of service is rapidly drawing to a close, and in nine months more we hope to again be with you, and the rebels to have been conquered.
Truly yours
Tinicium