Holbrook, Thomas J.
Age: 25, credited to Hyde Park, VT
Unit(s): 1st USSS
Service: enl 9/11/61, m/i 9/13/61, PVT, Co. F, 1st USSS, dis/dsb 10/22/62
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Birth: 10/25/1835, Unknown
Burial: Pleasant View Cemetery, Morrisville, VT
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Denis & Karen Jaquish
Findagrave Memorial #: 0
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Alias?: None noted
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
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Pleasant View Cemetery, Morrisville, VT
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Thomas J. Holbrook
Source: Lamoille Newsdealer: October 4, 1861
LETTER FROM THE SEAT OF WAR
The following is from the only Lamoille County member of Sharp-shooters who left this state, and will, no doubt, be read with interest
CAMP BURNSIDE. Co. F;
September, 23, 1861
DEAR EDITOR: I thought that perhaps the readers of your paper might like to hear something from the Sharp-Shooters of Vermont, and consequently will write a few lines.
We started from West Randolph Saturday at 11 o'clock A.M. for Weehawken and arrived in New York at 6 o'clock A.M. on the following morning, and went from there by ferry to Weehawken. We staid there days and two nights and lived principally upon duck soup, enough to kill a hog of Vermont. We started from this place at 5 o'clock,P.M. for Washington, passed down the Hudson river about fifteen miles.
When we got into the cars we found a company of Irish soldiers that had teen recruited for the 17th New York Regiment. When the cars started some of them tried to get into our cars, and we stopped them, when they smashed all the glass in the forward part of the car out, and fought all night among themselves; when we got to Harrisburg they got out of the cars and smashed all the glass in their car into atoms, then one of them tried to snatch a paper from a man who was selling papers and he knocked him down. That created a muss among them and they all rushed upon him and cut and smashed him up so before the police could get them off and the doctor said he would die. They were about half arrested and put in jail for their trial. Thence we proceeded to Baltimore and marched through that city without any trouble, and took the cars and arrived at the soldiers retreat in the city of Washington at 12 o'clock at night. They gave us some supper and we camped down on the floor until morning and then started for Camp Burnside, two miles and a half from the capital, and about the same distance south-west of Chain Bridge. We had a very polite call from the President and his Cabinet, Gem McClellan and his staff, and other notorieties of the city.
All of our Regiment that have got their guns have gone over the Potomac on picket duty, our company started from here Saturday morning and one of our men went with them and returned to camp Sunday night. He said that when they got over the river they separated into squads of from 5 to 10 in a squad, the company he was in there were 4. They had gone about 3 miles after they left the rest of the company, and he told them they had better not go any further until they had looked about some, but his comrades laughed at him, so he went along about 40 rods more, and came in sight of a house ( two of them had gone another way, so there was only 2 in this squad) his comrade says "let us go over to the house and see what we can find". Upon this ten or twelve men arose up from behind a tree top and fired at them, smashing one hand of his comrade to pieces, one ball grazed his thigh, and he dropped his rifle and run. Mr. Bailey, that is the Vermont boy, shot down their ring-leader, then picked up his comrade's rifle, and left on double-quick time, and got into camp last night, looking as if he was pretty well used up. He said they passed the enemy's pickets about forty rods, and the house was their headquarters.
Yours in haste,
Submitted by Deanna French.