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Scott, Charles Winfield

MILITARY SERVICE

Age: 16, credited to Johnson, VT
Unit(s): 11th VT INF, 11th US INF, 28th MA INF
Service: enl 7/6/63, m/i 7/11/63, MSCN, Co. L, 11th VT INF, dis/dsb 1/15/64; enl 2/29/64, 28th MA INF, MSCN, dis/dsb 3/15/65, David's Island, NYC; enl, 11th US INF, 8/14/65, m/o 7/29/66

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VITALS

Birth: 10/31/1849, Johnson, VT
Death: 05/13/1901

Burial: Lamoille View Cemetery, Johnson, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Deanna French
Findagrave Memorial #: 132879523

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

Webmaster's Note: The 11th Vermont Infantry was also known as the 1st Vermont Heavy Artillery; the names were used interchangably for most of its career


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Lamoille View Cemetery, Johnson, VT

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Charles W. Scott

CAMP 16th MASS, VOL.: MARCH 30th, 1864

MR. EDITOR: --- To wear away the monotony incident to camp life, my brain has just suggested the idea of writing to your paper. Camp life is indeed a sluggish one; the days are so near alike that I can hardly keep the day of the week. Everything here is so different from home, that to a man who has always lived in the enjoyment of domestic felicity, it seems like a strange dream than like a living reality. The soldier gets tired of reading, gets tired of wandering about camp, and gets tired of sitting still. His mind is constantly occupied with thoughts of home, and he is longing for the mail to come, so that per chance he may get a letter, and when that welcome visitor at length arrives it is then for a short time the soldier enjoys himself. He lives over portions of his past life, and forgetful of the present, will for many hours be building castles in the air, which are to be, as he fondly hopes, his future habitations. But when the dream is past, and the old life returns again, as he views his airy buildings lying shattered at his feet, with a sigh, and perhaps a tear, he again takes up his daily round of monotonous duty and trudges on to meet his destiny as a soldier; but I must change my subject to something more tangible.

I am a member of the 19th mass. Vols., second division, second corps, army of the Potomac. We are encamped near Brandy Station, in a good locality, with plenty of good wood and water. The weather is rather rough here now. On the night of the 23d, snow fell about ten inches. This corps needs filling up very much. I believe there is not a full regiment in it. Mine has about two-hundred men. Some companies have but ten or twelve privates, but there are plenty of commissioned officers.

There is only one man with whom I was acquainted in Vermont, and he, Charles W. Scott, of Johnson, is a fine fellow. He is one of nature's noblemen. Anything in his power he will do for a brother soldier, and in any enterprise, however dangerous it may be, he is not afraid to engage. Only this morning a Lieutenant of my regiment, who has been out on picket came into the camp with the following report of him: He said that on the previous evening, as a few of the men were gathered near the Rapidan, they saw approaching them from the opposite shore, a boat in which were two men, who appeared to be Union prisoners trying to escape.. When they had reached about the middle of the river, a squad of rebels appeared on the other side in pursuit of them, firing upon them as soon as they got within reach. One of the men was wounded so that he could not swim, and the other jumping overboard, swam toward the Union shore. The wounded man also followed his example, but we saw that he must perish, unless someone volunteered to save him; who would it be?It was a moment of fearful suspense, but it was not long. Charles W. Scott came forward, and stripping off his coat, swam to where the drowning man was, drew him to the shore and saved him. A few shots were fired at him, but to no effect. Fifteen minutes afterwards you might have seen him drying his clothes by a neighboring camp fire, as if nothing had happened. I call this bully for Lamoille.

It is now roll-call and I must fall in.

Yours truly.

C.C.

(Source: Lamoille Newsdealer: April 6, 1864)

Obituary

Source: Morrisville News and Citizen May 15, 1901

The death of Dr. Charles Scott, whose illness was reported last week, occurred last Monday morning at 1 o'clock. He was born in this town in 1849. He entered the army at the age of 15 as a bugler, and was struck in the head by a piece of shell, from the effects of which he never recovered. After leaving the army he studied medicine, and for 10 or 12 years was a practicing physician in Kansas City. Then he came east to Boston and resided there until about a year ago, his health failing he he wished to return to his native town. The funeral was held at the Baptist Church Wednesday afternoon at two o'clock, S.E. Packard officiating. He leaves a wife and one son.

Submitted by Deanna French.

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