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Hubbard, George W.

MILITARY SERVICE

Age: 43, credited to Cambridge, VT
Unit(s): 2nd VT INF
Service: enl 8/16/62, m/i 9/22/62, Pvt, Co. H, 2nd VT INF, wdd, Wilderness, 5/5/64, wdd, Spotsylvania, 5/12/64, dis/wds, 2/6/65

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VITALS

Birth: 06/01/1819, Hinsdale, NH
Death: 04/19/1877

Burial: Jeffersonville Cemetery, Jeffersonville, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Kathy Valloch
Findagrave Memorial #: 40920646

MORE INFORMATION

Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes
Portrait?: Unknown
College?: Not Found
Veterans Home?: Not Found
(If there are state digraphs above, this soldier spent some time in a state or national soldiers' home in that state after the war)

Remarks: None

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Jeffersonville Cemetery, Jeffersonville, VT

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Correspondence

The following are extracts from a letter written to Geo. Carleton, of Cambridge, by G.W. Hubbard, of Cambridge under date of March 11th.

James Doran arrived here last Sunday and he looks as though he had a good time, and I am glad of it. I think he was the luckiest man in our company after all. I must acknowledge the receipt of a good pair of mittens, and also the military law, and various documents, for which I tender my sincere thanks, because they will be of great use to me here in the army.

We have got good quarters here. I suppose you would be somewhat interested to know how we make our tents, and I will try to tell you. We get on the steep side hill and dig down four or five feet, then split out of Whit Oak or Yellow Pine, or Whitewood planks, and build up as high as we want it, then put our fly tents up for a roof. We make a fireplace in the ground and dig a chimney further up the hill, and in most places this Virginia soil will stand the fire as well as brick, and the fire-place and chimney work first-rate. I have got one made of White Oak and Walnut which would make good spokes. To make our bed we drive down four crotches, lay on poles and then some Red Cedar boughs; then we have a very good bed.

I have been in only one battle, and I hope I never shall go into another. Language is inadequate to describe the awful realities of a hard battle; and I hope this accursed rebellion will soon be put down, but I don't know as it will, because we have got so many northern rebels in the army. I hope to live to get home once more to see my family and friends, but don't know as I ever shall. There is not much news to write at this time.

I suppose you have an idea the Virginia is a rich state, but it is everything but that. I have not seen ten dollars worth of farming tools since we came into the State, nor have not seen a good horse or ox, nor anything else. The land lays without fences, and the improved land is covered with briers and Yellow Pine shrubs. The land is in corn rows just as the corn was taken off. The houses are about five miles apart, and of all the poverty you ever saw, the poor whites are the worst. The land is mostly covered with Yellow Pine, Oak of all kinds, Walnut of all kinds, and some Whitewood timber. There is any quantity of wild grape vines.

We had a swing at the Potomac Landing --- the best I ever saw --- and I will tell you how it was made. A very large grape vine run up a Walnut that stood on a side hill, or partly between two side hills, and the soldiers cut the vine went up the side hill and swung off over the run.

Our regiment was out on picket when Doran came. When we go out we stay three days.

Source: Lamoille Newsdealer, March 26, 1863

The following is an extract from a letter of a soldier in the 2d regiment, to his wife in Cambridge.

Berlin, Md., July 18, 1863

Dear Wife:----We have been on the march or in a fight ever since the 5th of June, and some of the time stopping only to eat, and during that time we had no regular mail. We are about crossing the Potomac again. Lee has got his army across, and I guess he wont want to come back for sometime. He has got an awful cutting up. We might have taken one brigade more prisoners if our generals had thought it proper to have pitched in once more before Lee had crossed the river. We soldiers supposed we had got them "bagged", but as it proved, the string was not tied.

Our cavalry had a fight on the 17th. At first they drove the cavalry, then our boys got reinforcements and light artillery, and drove the rebels out of Harpers Ferry.

I suppose the 13th has got home. I saw them at Littletown. We gave them three cheers as we parted. They done well at Gettysburg, and have gone home with honor to themselves as well as the State, and I am glad of it, because many thought the nine month men could not fight. They have found their mistake.

There must be a great deal wheat spoiled in this country in consequence of the wet weather, letting alone what has been destroyed by both armies, and that is no small quantity. The farmers manure their land with lime and get great crops of wheat and clover.

There were a number of deserters from the army while we were in Pennsylvania. J Glougie has returned to the regiment after being absent 12 days. He was arrested yesterday and will be court-martialed. I hope we shall not have to go North again until the rebellion has gone down forever. I think the Union cause is gaining ground, as they have carried it into the city of New York and we have sent five regiments, one battery, and two companies of cavalry, to stop rebellion there. I hope they will kill off all those copperheads, and this war will soon close.

We never want to see another such a sight as we saw on the battle-field at Gettysburgh. Language is inadequate to describe its horrors.

They used to tell us that the rebels could not be whipped, but it appears they can. The reason they have gained so much advantage heretofore, is in consequence of superior numbers, then they would mass their troops and rush on and break our lines; but that is getting played out with our troops. They have got sick of running, and it is a hard thing to break our lines when the men are determined to stand their ground. The rebels are a dirty, ragged looking set. The greater part of the prisoners that we saw had no shoes, and I guess those who had shoes took them from our dead soldiers, as all the dead I saw on the field at Gettysburg had their shoes taken off and their pockets turned wrong side out.

The horn sounds the fall in call for us to march over Jordan. Perhaps we shall get our mail more regular now the rebels have left the free states. It is my opinion the rebels wont dictate the terms of peace from the monument on Bunker Hill this season.

July 22d-- We have marched two days since we crossed the river. Our Colonel and some others have gone to escort the boys down here who were called under the draft. We are glad to have them come and help close up this war, so we can all come; and if there is honor and glory in it, we are willing they should have their share.

We have to live rather short these days, that is, for pork and beef. We get plenty of hard bread; however we are in Virginia, and we calculate to live as well as we can while we remain in the State, and make up what the rebels took from us in Pennsylvania. While writing I hear a report that rebels are crossing into Maryland again.

Yours &c,
Geo. W. Hubbard

Source: Lamoille Newsdealer, August 6, 1863

Submitted by Deanna French

Obituary

OUR JEFFERSONVILLE CORRESPONDENT SENDS US THE FOLLOWING WHICH WE SINCERELY HOPE WILL BE NOTHING MORE THAT A RUMOR, FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE WHO WOULD BE AFFLICTED SHOULD THE NEWS PROVE TRUE.

News was telegraphed to this place Thursday that George W. Hubbard was shot at his residence in Richmond, MO, where he has resided the past 10 years. He married a daughter of George Phillips, of this town, who is now stopping with her mother with her three children, and three were with Mr. Hubbard.

It appears that the son, Harris, 21 years old, saw one of the neighbors horses in mischief, and went to catch it up. Seeing that the fence was out of repair, he hitched the horse, and while doing he was fired upon by a mob in concealment. but not wounded, and at once he took the horse home. That night they went to arrest him for stealing the horse, and being resisted, they shot Mr. Hubbard dead. and two of his daughters were wounded--one shot through the arm, and one through the hand -- and the boy was taken prisoner.

Mr. Hubbard was a soldier in the Union Army, a free spoken and independent man, and one who would stand up for the right if he knew it would cost him his life.

He went there 10 years ago to take up a bounty of land offered by the government which had once been owned by secessionist, and this was doubtless one of a series of plots to drive the family away. It is a heavy blow to Mrs. Hubbard, who has the sympathy of the entire community.

Lamoille News, May 2, 1877
Courtesy of Deanna French

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