1862-63: Elisha Rose to Thomas Rose

I could not find an image of Elisha, but here is one of Pvt. Judson Stickle who served in Co. F, of the same regiment.

These letters were written by Elisha Rose (1843-1863), the son of Thomas and Priscilla Ann (Caskins) Rose of Alfred, Allegany county, New York. Elisha enlisted at the age of 19 as a private in Co. H, 130th New York Infantry on 15 August 1862 to serve three years.  When mustered, he was described as a mechanic and a painter by trade, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, with brown hair, black eyes, and a dark complexion. The 130th New York Infantry was converted on 28 July 1863 into a regiment of cavalry. They were first called the 19th New York Cavalry and re-designated the 1st New York Dragoons prior to his death from disease on 1 November 1863 at Alexandria, Va.

After it was mustered into the service, the 130th New York Infantry was pushed at once to the Union front, south of the James river, at Suffolk, Va., where from mid September 1862 until January 29th, 1863, the men were occupied with the “usual duties of the soldier in an advanced garrisoned position in the South—picket duty, throwing up entrenchments, building corduroy roads, burying the victims of malaria, turning out at midnight for long roll alarm, usually without cause, but occasionally relieved by a reconnaissance to the Black water, without other result than blistered feet and swollen limbs.”

Letter 1

Suffolk, Virginia
September 17th 1862

Dear Father and Mother,

I am well and enjoying good health and hope you all are. I haven’t seen a sick hour since I left Portage. I am now in Suffolk, Va., about 25 miles from Norfolk, Wew are now in amongst the rebels. hey is lots of them here. They is a rebel army of 20 thousand men they say within 20 miles of us at Blackwater but they won’t stay there long for we will rout them or they will us, one of the two. Our pickets were drove in the other night by the rebels about 12 o’clock. We were routed out with everyone of us with our guns to be examined to see if our guns were ready for them. Oh how we were in hopes they would attack us. We ache to be at them. I am in hopes we will have a chance to give their guts [?] before long and I think that we will. The secessionists feel rather down-hearted around here to think that Jackson’s army has been captured.

There is one brigade here with 10,000 men. I should think that we could so something. We have plenty to eat now. For breakfast we have meat, sweet potatoes, bread, crackers, and coffee. Dinner either rice and beans, bread, crackers, meat (fresh beef) and water. Supper fired onions, cold beef, bread, and coffee. We can have raw onions when we want. They we have all we want to eat of the different kinds which I have spoken. I begin to fat up and feel as lazy as a dog. We don’t have to drill over 4 hours a day and some days not at all. We have it very easy now.

I went all over Suffolk city yesterday. It is a large place. I haven’t seen a crop of anything here except a very little corn and that belongs to the negroes. It has all been destroyed by our army. When we started from Washington and orders was to go to Fortress Monroe, when we got there, our orders was countermanded and was ordered on farther.

Tell Mrs. Monihan when you see her that I see her son to Fortress Monroe and had a long talk with him, He was well. The boys are all well in our company that you know. They is one or two in our company sick but no one dangerously sick in the regiment. Tell Floria that I am well and would like to see her and all of the rest of you but I can say that I haven’t seen a homesick minute yet—that is true. I wrote Floria a letter last Sunday and expect to get an answer soon. I wrote to you when I was in Washington. I presume you have got it.

Things are very high here. If you had your butter and cheese here you could get a big price for them.

Cheese 35 to 40 cents a pound
Butter 50 cents a pound
Eggs 30 cents a pound
Sugar 25 to 30 cents a pound
Wheat $4 to 5 a bushel
Corn $1 a bushel
Molasses $2 to 2.50 a gallon
Coffee $1.50 a pound
Rice $1.50 a pound
Tea $3 a pound
Oats $1.50 a pound

Potatoes $4 and hard to get at that.
Milk 25 cents a quart

Everything else is according as those that I have spoken of. Give my respects to all. Write soon now knowing how long we will stay ere. We may stay here three weeks [but] we may leave in two or three days, not knowing when we may get orders.

Direct your letters to Co. H, 130th Regt. N. Y. V., [Brig. Gen. Henry Dwight] Terry’s Brigade, 7th Army Corps, Fort Monroe.

From your son, Elisha Rose

I had rather drink your poorest kind of creek water than to drink they water they have here. It is very poor. It is pretty hard for a poor man to get a living here.

Letter 2

Addressed to Mr. Thomas Rose, Alfred Center, Allegany County, New York

Suffolk, Virginia
September 29, 1862

Dear father and mother,

I am well and hope you are the same. We remain here in Suffolk, Va., yet and are likely to stay here a spell. The orders is now that the army—all but our regiment and two others and we are going to be left to guard the place—are a going to march on somewhere soon. I don’t know where but I guess to Richmond. We haven’t been in any skirmish yet. Our pickets are attacked every night or two and sometimes drove in and then we are routed out for the rebels are coming and try to scare some or make us believe that they is something when they ain’t and so it goes. They are a getting so [often] shot at they can’t scare anyone and they begin to quit it now.

They is an army of rebels about 23 miles from us to Blackwater. They have started two or three times to raid us. They come as far as our pickets and get scart and run back. They try hard to scare some one but they can’t . They doesn’t attack us. They know better. They make great threats but they doesn’t do anything.

They is lots of great, nice houses lay idle here. I seen a great deal nicer and large houses than yours and two great nice barn sheds all torn down yesterday. It was in the way of the battery and down they come, less than a half of an hour. Property ain’t nothing here. Great corn fields of 20 and 30 acres all lay here going to destruction. They ain’t a crop of anything here except corn.

Oh if I could have your milk here [to sell] every night and morning, you would be rich in a little while. I could get two shillings a quart for all the milk that I could sell and sell quick at that. They ain’t any milk to be got hardly. They can’t get any good butter here. Butter is very high and cheese [too]. If I had a good cheese here I could sell it out at 40 cents a pound. I haven’t tasted of a goo cheese since I have been here. Apples—your Bay apples—I could sell for a penny apiece, and your largest apples for 4 and 5 cents apiece, and quick at that.

I would like to be there a little while and get some cider and apple. I think that we will have a chance to come home within a year’s time. Father, if you are a mind to, you may send me about two dollars in money. I haven’t got out yet but if I should be taken sick, maybe I should want to buy something to eat. I don’t want to get out of money. I had 5 dollars when I started from Portage. I spent one for my likeness and when I was on the road we had nothing to eat hardly so I spent some and I bought some peaches and watermelons and every little counted but we have got here now where I don’t want to buy anything. Everything is so high, I can’t if I wanted to.

I haven’t been homesick any yet any yet. They is so many here and so much a going on that a person don’t have a chance to be, but I would like to see the folks. This makes three letters that I have wrote to you since I have been to Virginia and I wrote one to Washington. Give my respects to my woman. Tell her that I am alright and hope she is. I wouldn’t be obliged to live here all my life for all of the land—that is, all around here—it is a low, level swampy country. Write soon. From your son, — Elisha Rose

Co. H, 130 New York Vols., Ferrys Brigade, Fort Monroe

It takes about a week for a letter to go through there. I am 1,000 miles from home. That is quite a piece from home. I am way down in the southern part of Virginia. Tomson and Charley Wm. are all well. They are a few sick in our company. Henry West is in the hospital.

Letter 3

Addressed to Mr. Thomas Rose, Alfred Centre, Allegany County, New York
Postmarked Norfolk, Va.

Suffolk, Va.
January 1st 1863

Dear father & mother,

I am well all except one thing and that is I have been sick a little while with my arm. I was vaccinated and it is a working and it makes me sick. The doctor has excused me from duty a few days till it gets better. My arm is swelled pretty bad.

Today is the first day of January 1863. It is a very pleasant and warm day here. The boys are very musical here today—all a trying to enjoy New Years the best they can. The officers appear to enjoy themselves the best though.

I haven’t been in any skirmish yet but have been in sight of the rebs a number of times. They come up in sight of the pickets every day. We went off on a scout the other day and we hadn’t got far before the rebel pickets shot at us. We catched one right there on the spot and chased the rest about 8 miles and then catched 6 more. One was a reb captain, He was a very tall and big man. We went 10 miles and stopped a spell and a dispatch came from General [John J.] Peck for us to return back. How mad our old general [Alfred Gibbs] was. We would [have] took a lot more of them if he would [have] let us went on. ¹

All the force we had was 3 regiments of infantry, 4 pieces of artillery, and 4 companies of cavalry. The rebs force they said was about 5 thousand so the ones said that we took prisoners. Old General [Alfred] Gibbs said that all that he had to rely upon was the 130 Regiment. He knew them boys. He was our colonel on the start or when we first come here. The other 2 regiments was green troops. They was Pennsylvania drafted men. The old general said if he hadn’t got orders to come back, that he would went through and took Petersburg. He would let folks see what the 130 [New York] Regiment could do and I guess that he would, He is a good general. They rebs says that they are a going to take this place [in] less than a month. We would like to see them do it. When they come, we will hear our old forts talk that we have built since we have been here.

We are having as nice weather here as ever you have there in the summer. What a country this would be here if they would set our old farmers in here and let them work it as they do to their land there. The white men don’t work here. The nigger has done all of the farming and they don’t care how they have done it and the land looks so that it never has been half tilled. They are some of the prettiest plantations here that ever I see in any country. It is just like the show land if it was worked as good as that.

I have been here so long now that it seems like home to me now. The first of January has come now and it will soon tell how much longer we have got to stay here. Some thinks this war is a going to close soon and some think it won’t. I haven’t seen a sick day yet—only the vaccination of my arm. There is a good deal of sickness in the regiment now. They has been over forty sick in our regiment since we have been here. I have been lucky so far and I am in hopes I shall be as far as sickness is concerned.

We was mustered out for pay yesterday but no knowing when we will get it. Maybe we won’t get it in five or six months to come yet. We can’t tell and I am out of money and if you are a mind to send me some more, it would come good. I reckoned that we would get our pay and I wouldn’t want any more sent but we haven’t so if you are a mind to, send me some. I will be a thousand times obliged. I haven’t spent a bit of money foolishly since I have been here as you use to tell me some time. The most I buy is a dish of oysters once in a while. When we do get our pay, we will get quite a pile. I have been mustered now for $52 and if it runs two months longer, it will be $78 then. It is a growing more and more all of the time.

I haven’t been homesick any yet but I would like to see Floria and all the rest of you but I can get along. A fellow cannot get lonesome here. There is too much going on here all of the time for a fellow to get homesick or lonesome.

“Ira Sayles makes a good captain. He uses his boys the best he knows how.”—E.R.

They has two regiments left here—Wessell’s and Spinola’s. They have both gone down into North Carolina and they has one more brigade come in—the Irish Brigade. Corcoran is the commander of it. I think he will take command of this army at Suffolk. Gen. Peck doesn’t do anything. I think we will stay here in Suffolk this winter. ² We had orders once a few days ago to go down into North Carolina but the orders was countermanded and we are a going to stay here I think now. Mr. [Ira] Sayles makes a good Captain. He uses his boys the best he knows how. I like him first rate. He don’t make a very good drill master though. ³

I am a getting my paper pretty well used up and I must fetch to a close. Write soon. Give my respects to all enquiring friends. This is from your son, — Elisha Rose

To my father and mother, Thomas & Ann Rose

¹ Levi D. Green of Co. E, 130th New York Infantry, wrote his parents on 31 December 1862 that, “We have had another trip to Blackwater….One of our cavalrymen was wounded in the leg, In one house there was two wounded men—one was a Rebel, one was Union. We took 15 or 20 prisoners. Among them was a Rebel Captain. He was a big overgrown, strapping fellow. He was dressed in the butternut brown so common in secession. We did not get any of our regiment hurt and came into camp rejoicing but we should have liked it a great deal better if we could have fired about 40 rounds at them.

² The camp of the 130th New York Regiment was originally located on the Edenton road east of Suffolk near the Great Dismal Swamp. This camp proved to be too unhealthy and early in December 1862 the camp was relocated to 1 mile west of Suffolk near the South Quay Bridge over the Nansemond river.

³ Lt. Ira Sayles was promoted to Captain of Co. H, 130th New York Infantry, in October 1862 when Capt. Wakeman resigned his commission.

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