Davis, John M.
Age: 35, credited to Cambridge, VTVITALS
Birth: abt 1827, Enosburgh, VTADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None notedDESCENDANTS
Died in Chadwick, IL
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John M. Davis
Lamoille Newsdealer: January 15, 1863
FROM THE 13TH REGIMENT
A friend in Cambridge sends us the following and we publish it because we have no doubt anything from the regiment in which are so many Lamoille County boys will be read with interest.
In The Woods Near Fairfax Court House, Feb. 13th
DEAR CHILDREN: --- I will write a few lines this morning to let you know my whereabouts. Night before last we had marching orders. Yesterday morning at break of day, the whole Vermont Brigade bid farewell to Camp Vermont. We had to sling knapsacks, and carry all our traps --- sixty pounds weight. We marched 20 miles and got our fly tents pitched before dark. We were very tired, but all feel well this morning. Boys, just think, our loads were as heavy as a bushel of corn, and we had to carry them twenty miles. The court house is an old dirty looking house. The village is about as large as Cambridge Centre; but not half as pleasant. It’s a nasty, dirty place. The land in the vicinity is very good. The grass and weeds grow very high on the deserted plantations. We have seen grass as high as we could reach standing on tip-toes.
You would have liked to see us on the march yesterday --- five-thousands soldiers in uniform, with their glistening bayonets.
Our regiment was in the rear, and when we passed over a hill, it was a splendid sight.
The snow that fell last Saturday is all gone, save in spots. The weather is pleasant, but cold. If the society and laws were as good here as in Vermont, we would like to own the farm we now camp on.
The water is extra for this country, and the sun rises in the East, which it has done but very few times since we left Vermont. Some of the boys are complaining that the Negroes have changed places with them, fo they are so black I believe it.
EVENING: --- Seven of us have stretched our tents in one, and rolled up an Oak log heap. The boys have all camped, and it would make you laugh to see me lay here on the ground before a log heap, writing to you. We have a good time.
Sixty- thousand soldiers passed here today, to reinforce Burnside. The road was filled with soldiers, baggage trains, and ambulances, for more than four miles.
Do not feel so bad about me being on picket, for I like it much, and have not suffered with cold but once, and then built a fire before morning. We have good officers about that.
December 19th: --- We have had orders to march to-day, and while it delays, will write a few lines. You wished to know if we had to go without our supper the night we returned to Camp Vermont. Of course we did not have a warm supper, but such as we had, I ate, asking no questions At one time I had but one cup of coffee and two chews of tobacco for 24 hours, and did as hard a days work as I have done since I left home.; but as a general thing, we live as well as we should expect to in an army, that is moving as much as we are. We can eat raw pork, hard tack, and stewed beans, if well prepared. We have to sleep on the ground and the nights are cold and freezing.
We shall not, probably, go into winter quarters at all, and if we don’t, we shall sing, “O carry us back to old Vermont.”
EVENING: --- The order for marching has been countermanded, and we are here yet. Late Tuesday morning I awoke and found my feet swimming in a pool of water, for it had rained hard part of the night, --- ate three hard tacks for breakfast, and was detailed with ten others to go to Fairfax Station, and bring our camp kettles, a distance of five miles. We found it hard traveling and muddy. We have no arch in our tent, consequently no fire, so it is rather cold.
Submitted by Deanna French.