Wood, Edgar D.
Age: 20, credited to Cambridge, VTVITALS
Birth: 0619/1842, Cambridge, VTADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Alias?: None notedDESCENDANTS
Nemasket Cemetery, Middleborough, MA
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E. D. Wood
Lamoille Newsdealer: MARCH 19, 1863
The following was written to George W. Holmes of Cambridge.
COUSIN GEORGE: --- I received your of March 1st, and have now found an opportunity of answering it. My health is not as good as when I wrote you last, and it's harder business to get over the measles in camp than at home, but there is no way but to grin and bear it. You wanted me to give you a description of the country and also our way of managing business in camp. This may be interesting to you, so I will endeavor to the best of my ability to give you as clear a description as possible. What I have seen in of Virginia, it is not as mountainous a country as Vermont. The soil is generally very free from stone, and resembles brick dust. It is of such nature that when you wet it becomes ( to use a homely phrase) pudding. When dry it becomes hard as a stone, Many in Vermont suppose, at least I did before I came down here, that there were very few forests in Virginia. Not so, For I should think there were nearly if not quite as much uncultivated land in Virginia covered with forests as in Vermont. The houses and out buildings in the South (I speak as far as I have seen) are built on a far cheaper plan than at the North. I suppose there is no need of building them as warm as at the North, because of the climate is not as severe, and is only necessary to throw up something to keep them out of the sun. But Virginia is spoiled for one generation at least. You can hardly find an acre of ground in the vicinity of the surrounding country, but what has been desolated by either rebel or Union soldiers. Fences are carried away to build camp fires, houses torn down, in fact everything looks dreary. But for all this the lay of the land in parts, is very pleasantly situated.
As we took the turnpike from Fairfax to Centerville ( this was sometime ago) we ascended a rise of land on which Centerville is situated, and there the most beautiful country that I ever saw, met my view, and for a time my mind was occupied with the thoughts, that such a beautiful country, possessed if such immense privileges for agriculture and commerce, for railroads and manufactures, should be ruined by a bloody and desolating war, Virginia is now but one immense camp field. Upon her soil two great contending armies stand craving for each other's blood. A war which was caused and is prosecuted in my opinion by abolition fanatics of the North, aided by fire-eating men of the South.
I will now give you a short history of a day in camp. The first thing in the morning is roll call. We have to get up and appear on the company ground to answer to our names by the beat of the drum, or the sound of the bugle. After roll-call we have breakfast, then the bugle sounds the surgeons call., and all sick ones that wished to get excused from duty must go to the surgeon and be examined, get a prescription &c.&c. Then we have police duty, that is to clean up our streets and tents In the afternoon we have battalion drill, from one to three, at five dress parade; at half-past eight the roll is again called, and at nine the bugle sounds and all lights must then be extinguishes, and the camps must then be still. These are our duties during the day with few exceptions, such as fatigue duty and once in so often we have to go on picket.
To-day has been quite an excitable time in camp. Last night three-hundred rebel cavalry made a raid on Fairfax Court House, and took everything that was worth taking, besides Gen. Stoughton out of his bed and lugged him off as prisoner. They took the brigade band prisoners, so that it has left the brigade without a General or a band. One of the men from Co. E. was taken with the band, Warren Seaver, I think, of Stowe, at least such is the reports to-day. I do not know how much of it will prove true. But I must close by asking you to write soon.
Submitted by Deanna French.