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Brewster, Ephraim H.
MILITARY SERVICE
Age: 19, credited to Craftsbury, VT
Unit(s): 1st VT CAV
Service: enl 7/17/62, m/i 9/26/62, Pvt, Co. I, 1st VT CAV, wdd, Weldon Railroad, 6/23/64, pow, Nottoway Court House, 6/23/64, prld 10/17/64, d/dis 12/5/64, steamer New York, off Annapolis (chronic diarrhoea)

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VITALS
Birth: abt 1843, Craftsbury, VT
Death: 12/05/1864

Burial: Annapolis National Cemetery, Annapolis, MD
Marker/Plot: A/224
Gravestone researcher/photographer: George Hughes

Findagrave Memorial #: 0
(There may be a Findagrave Memorial, but we have not recorded it)

Cenotaph: Common Cemetery, Craftsbury, VT
Marker/Plot:
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Denis & Karen Jaquish

Findagrave Memorial #: 0
(There may be a Findagrave Memorial, but we have not recorded it)
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes
Portrait?: Gibson Collection
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
(State digraphs will show that this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldier's home)

Remarks: None
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BURIAL:
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Tombstone

Annapolis National Cemetery, MD

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CENOTAPH:

Tombstone

Cenotaph in Craftsbury Common Cemetery, Craftsbury, VT

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(Gibson Collection)

Correspondence

Lamoille Newsdealer: April 23, 1863

THE LATEST CAVALRY DISASTER

We copy from the "Irasburg Standard" the following, written by Ephraim Brewster of Craftsbury, to his father, in that town.

Captain Flint came along past our tent about one in the morning of the first day of April and wanted all who had horses good for anything to mount up as soon as possible, for they were going to catch Mosby. That is just what we wanted to do, and we were soon ready and on our way. They had left Drainsville and stopped at a plantation a few miles from there, where we found them about seven in the morning. We had hoped to surprise them, but instead of that found them already to receive us. Capt. Flint took the lead with his company, and cousin Augustus Paddock and myself were in the front set of fours, and therefore received their first fire. In the first fire Capt. Flint fell on my leg, with six balls through his body, and one John Reed of Albany fell on my left, with a ball through his breast. They did not hit me at that fire. They charged again and some of the horses began to rear and pitch every way, and with or without help to wheel about and run. Most of us who stood our ground were either killed or wounded. A rebel rode up toward me and we commenced firing at each other. He hit me twice, the first ball passing through my leg, and as the second one passed through the groin I rolled off my horse without much exertion on my part, I can assure you. Well, as soon as I could, I raised my head on my hand and looked about me to see what was going on in other parts of the field. Every horse was turned and running for the woods as if the devil and all his angels were after them, and in fact, they were, for Mosby and his men are devil's unacountables. I then looked the other way and saw our good captain lying on his face. I worked myself along to him and got there just as a rebel came up to take his arms and mine. I asked him to help me turn him over on his back, which he did. He did not speak after I got to him I held his head while he breathed his last,, then layed a rail under it, and went to a house which was a few rods off. I had not been there more than five minutes before A. was brought in wounded. A ball had past through his breast and out under the shoulder. Six more were shortly after brought in and one of them was Lieut. Grout. I never saw any one suffer as he did with his wound. His agonizing groans could be heard at a great distance. The ball struck a nerve, and every time his heart beat, it felt as if melting iron, was running down his leg, even to his toes. I warmed clothes and put them on his foot, for three or four minutes, but it made my own wounds ache so badly, that I was obliged to lie down again. We laid there, till three in the afternoon, when the surgeon came with an ambulance and examined us. Three of us he thought might be carried to camp, ten miles from there, and over a very rough road. Cousin A. could not be moved. I was very sorry to be separated from him, but could not help myself, for when they say go, we must go. They do not ask if you would like to go --- but it is to go you must and go you shall. The rebels chased our men some five or six miles, shooting and slashing with the sabre. They did not hit Lieut. Woodbury until they had chased him about three miles. He would stop every few rods, and try to rally his men to make a stand against them, and was doing so, nobly doing his duty, when he fell. We ought to have beaten them, but our officers were too sure of them, and did not take proper precaution, and the rebels had on our uniform, so that it bothered us to tell which were friendly and which were foe, while they knew all their men by sight;and then our horses were never under fire before, and the rebel horses were used to it, which made all the difference in the world. And some of our men had never had an hours drill on horseback, and I suppose that made some difference. In the chase they had the advantage too, for their horses were fresh, while ours were all tired out, and had not had any grain but once for three successive days. Well, all it has amounted to is this: We have lost some of the best officers in our regiment, those who were loved, and respected, and mourned by all, and some 70 men wounded, killed, and taken prisoners. It is a terrible blow to us, and one which it will take a long time to recover.

Submitted by Deanna French

Article

St. Johnsbury Caledonian
Jan. 20, 1865

In hospital, at Annapolis, Dec. 5, 1864, Ephraim Henry Brewster, aged 23 years, - son of Dr. Ephraim Brewster, of Craftsbury. He was a member of the Vt. Cavalry, and was taken prisoner near the Danville Railroad in Virginia several months since, and retained in rebel hands at Petersburg until a short time before his decease. Like many others he was paroled to die from the effects of the barbarism of his captors. His disease was chronic diarrhea.

Contributed by Tom Boudreau.