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Hulburd, Benjamin F.


Age: 41, credited to Waterville, VT
Unit(s): 2nd VT INF, 7th VT INF
Service: enl 11/23/61, m/i 2/12/62, Pvt, Co. E, 7th VT INF, dis/dsb 2/26/63; enl 12/5/63, m/i 12/18/63, Pvt, Co. H, 2nd VT INF, kia, Cedar Creek, 10/19/64

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Birth: 08/05/1822, Milton, VT
Death: 10/19/1864

Burial: Winchester National Cemetery, Winchester, VA
Marker/Plot: 12/344
Gravestone researcher/photographer: B. Felix
Findagrave Memorial #: 143468702

Cenotaph: Mountain View Cemetery, Waterville, VT
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Deanna French
Findagrave Memorial #: 157824597


Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes, widow Julian M., 11/28/1864
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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Winchester National Cemetery, VA

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Cenotaph at Mountain View Cemetery, Waterville, VT

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From the 7th, at Ship Island;

Thirteen days at sea: March 29, 1862

MR. EDITOR: I presume that abler pens than mine have given you an account of the journey from Rutland to the place of our destination. But to break the monotony of the voyage, I take a very uncomfortable position, and will pen a few words, which, if you think worthy of notice, are at your disposal.

We left Rutland on Monday, March 10 after noon, and without accident arrived at N.Y. the day following at noon, where we were provided an excellent dinner, served up at the barracks, furnished, as I understand, by the Vermonters in the city. After dinner, the different companies formed on the park, and were kept standing till 5 P.M., when the regiment was divided. The right wing, under command of Col. Geo. T. Roberts, went on board a vessel lying in N.Y., and the left wing, under the command of Lieut. Col.V.S. Fullam, crossed over at the Fulton Ferry, to Brooklyn, and went on board the vessel that was to take us to Ship Island, or somewhere else, we, the soldiers, knew not where. The vessel ( a merchantman called the "Tamerlane"), had just been fitted up expressly for our convenience and--comfort (?), there being about 250 bunks or berths built up between decks, situated a few feet below the surface of the water, ventilated by two hatchways situated about seventy-five feet apart, and lighted by three or four lanterns, which only served to render "darkness visible". This room, 28 by 175 feet, was the sleeping room for some five hundred men, We remained at the wharf in Brooklyn from Tuesday evening till Friday noon, March 16, when the anchor was raised, and a "steam-yig" towed us out eight or ten miles, through the "narrows", and then the broad ocean was before us.

The wind at this time being favorable, Monday morning no land was to be seen; neither up to the present time has the sight of land greeted our eyes.

Sunday night, and Monday morning, the first and second days, could be seen many elongated and visages, and heaving bosoms, arising, however, not so much from thoughts of leaving friends at home, as from the motion of the vessel; and many were so much affected that they could not remain on deck, but betook themselves to their bunks; and upon going down, one could discover, from certain gurgling sounds, that the fountains of the deep were being broken up. This state of things continued for two or three days, rendering our sleeping apartments anything but a pleasant place of resort; and being destitute of certain articles indispensable to a sick room, it made the place intolerable. Luckily for me, I passed the grand ordeal, and came out unscathed.

On Thursday morning, the fifteenth day from N.Y., was performed the mournful rites of burial at sea. Mr. George N. Willey, ( the one who formerly worked in your office), a member of the Northfield Company, having died suddenly the night before. His body, with heavy weights placed at his feet, was sewed up in his blanket, and placed upon a board, one end of which was placed on the side of the vessel, projecting over, the other end being supported by two of the sailors, while the Rev. Mr. Townshend, of Co. E., offered an appropriate prayer. The end of the board was then gently raised, and the body slid off, and immediately sank beneath the swelling waves, there to remain till " The sea shall give up the dead that are therein".

Our fare since we came on board, has been rather tough. There is not quite enough, such as it is, and is rather poor what there is of it. But through the exertions of Capt. Landon, who is ever mindful of the wants of his men, and who is beloved by all, we have the assurance of better fare for the future. The weather today is hot and sultry, with scarcely a breath of air. Consequently we are making no headway. At 3 o'clock P.M. the thermometer standing at 82 in the shade, several of the men went in to bathe, but the cry, " A shark! A shark!" from the captain of the vessel, made them hasten back on board, the last one being drawn in just in time, for the large back-fin of the monster was to be seen by the side of the vessel. A large hook was immediately baited and thrown over, which he seized and was fastened. Several shots from the officers soon silenced his sharkship, and he was drawn on board. It proved to be a young one, only seven feet in length.

MARCH 31: Sixteen days at sea. Passed the Bahama Isles on our right, the largest of which is Yurk's Island, or at least the largest we saw. I can give but little account of it , as we were, probably, when nearest to it, one mile distant. There appeared to be one place of some note, say about the size of Hyde Park.There were several vessels lying there being loaded with salt, that being its only source of wealth; and of that there appeared to be an endless amount. This island, with a neighboring one of less magnitude, contain, as I understand, some 3000 inhabitants. The buildings were all of one story and flat roof. There was a little boat came out to us with five men (negroes). Who took several letters for our men, on shore, to be forwarded the first opportunity. They stated that there were no springs on the island, they securing and using rain water.

The next day we passed another group of islands, called, as near as I can spell it, the Incguas, of considerate size, yet not inhabiited to any extent, except those that have charge of the light houses.

April 2d: Eighteen days out. Passed the island of Cuba, which in the distance, looked like home, as I could see old "Mansfield Mountain", or one that nearly resembles it. As I saw but little on the island. I will not attempt anything respecting it, being on duty at the time we passed it. The wind at the time being favorable, we made good headway for the last 48 hours, 8 or 9 miles an hour. In passing key West and the Florida Reefs, there was a heavy wind or sudden squall struck us at the very entrance of the Narrows, and the way the ship reeled and pitched, made some os wish we were on shore. The wind howling through the rigging, the waves roaring and dashing in on the breakers on either side, and above all could be heard the hoarce voice of the Captain, steadily giving his orders to the sailors, and they in the rigging, "taking in sail, with their, 'Yo, heave O". was truly interesting, yet fearful scene. As I was walking my beat, between the hours of twelve and two at at night, I could not help looking up at the North Star, and thinking that in that direction, far, far in the distance was my own humble home, my wife, and my dear little one; yet not for one moment did I regret the steps I have taken, for I feel I am in the line of duty.

Thursday, APRIL 2d: The wind has died away, and a gentle breeze is now wafting us along at the rate of 8 miles an hour. The dangers which threatened us last night are passed, and the Captain says that in four days we shall be at Ship Island. The weather is very warm, the thermometer ranging from 80 to 90 degrees, and the men are obliged to remain on the deck through the day, with three pints of water measured out to them daily, makes our situation a little unpleasant. The men, or some of them, I have seen pay the sailors 25 cents for a plate of boiled rice, or hash, or a small piece of fried meat, or a piece of jonny-cake. The sutler on board is taking all the spare change from some of the boys, with his crackers at 12 cents a dozen, and other things in prpportion. Yet one company have wisely shielded themselves from temptation, having allotted $1175 per month to the State Treasury, or to their families, which is more than any other company has done.

APRIL 10. Thirty days from Rutland, twenty-five at sea. We have just anchored at Ship Island. I can give you no description of it, or any particulars at this time. The health of the regiment is good, there being but a few sick, and those few but slightly indisposed. Our long , tiresome, and dangerous journey is terminated.. Of everything that has transpired in our nation in her present struggle, since March 14, we are entirely ignorant. What there is on shore for us, or what our future trials and labors, is known only to Him in whose hands are the destinies of nations. Yet I have the confidence that the "same Almighty Being who so wisely protected our pious and venerable forefathers, in their struggle, will be mindful of us, the offsprings.

Now, in conclusion, let me say to you and your thousands of readers, that it is a source of satisfaction to think in our days of toil and privation that " When at eve, thou are gazing on the gay blazing"

"And when you bow before the throne,
In humble, grateful prayer;
At morn or eve, by night or noon,
We are remembered there.



Co. E. 7th Reg, Waterville, Vt.

Submitted by Deanna French.


Casualties in the Vermont Brigade at Cedar Creek.

Headquarters Vt. Brigade

Oct. 22, 1864

Peter T. Washburn,

Adjít and Insp. Geníl;

Sir - I have the honor to submit the following List of Casualties in this command during the engagement on the 19th inst.:


Second Regiment - B. F. Hurlburd, Co. H

Source: Burlington Free Press, November 9, 1864
Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.