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Snell, Thomas T.

Age: 35, credited to Enosburgh, VT
Unit(s): 13th VT INF
Service: enl 9/11/62, m/i 10/10/62, CPL, Co. G, 13th VT INF, red, wdd, Gettysburg, 7/3/63, m/o 7/21/63

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Birth: 12/08/1826, Enosburgh, VT
Death: 10/05/1916

Burial: Enosburgh Center Cemetery, Enosburgh, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 58957867
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Yes
Portrait?: 13th VT INF, off-site
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: 13th Vt. History off-site

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I was born in the town of Enosburg. Franklin County. Vt., December 8th. 1826. My father, John Snell was a native of Addison. Addison County. Vt. He married my mother and settled on a farm in Enosburg. where both parents died. The homestead descended to me and I have occupied it all my life. In September. 1862. I enlisted and became a member of Company G. 13th Vermont Regiment, and was appointed Corporal. I did not get the stripes taken off from me until I had served Uncle Sam nine months, and then I resigned and served him one month as a private. The 13th Vermont arrived in Washington in due time and then our new life as soldiers began. We encamped for a time on Capitol Hill.

My first duty as corporal of the guard was the saddest of my army life. One of the boys without the password knocked down a comrade on guard duty and ran to the city. He was arrested and landed in the guard house, and I was directed to hang him up by his thumbs to the ridge pole: so he was obliged to stand on tip toe. It was not for me to say when he was punished enough.

The Colonel soon left us. The culprit was soon in actual pain and begged me to let him down. I found the Colonel to get permission to relieve him. He finally told me I could cut him down when he became limber in his knees and not till then. I felt bad for the fellow, but think he got no more than he deserved. It was a warning to us all, and I am glad to say it was the only case of the kind I knew of in the regiment. After crossing the Potomac, we were kept very busy on camp and picket duties. A squad of men were sent to the front to work. I was in charge of them.

I am of the opinion the boys did not lose much flesh from overwork. I told my 16 men if I caught one of them sweating I would send him to camp and detail the other 15 men to take him there. I am of the opinion there is but one place where you can get a soldier to do much with a spade and pick, and that is when he is placed at night on guard near a rebel picket line and has to dig a hole before day light to protect himself or lose his head. Then he will lay to and dig. But as the hole grows bigger, he stops to see if it is not big enough, and when he decides that it is, not another spade full of dirt will he lift. That is my experience as a soldier.

Comrade Snell, either through modesty or because he loves a joke, has left out any mention of the most interesting event in his service, but fortunately I can supply it. Being one of the oldest men in the company, he was looked up to for wisdom and sense. He was a prosperous farmer and by letter he directed his farm operations from the front. The seven days' march and changes of water made him ill, but he would not fall out. When the order came to advance to flank Pickett, he told his company commander that if any running was to be done he could not go. He was told there would probably be very little running, but a good deal of fighting, and he said he would try to keep up. At the first halt, when he was aiming, a bullet struck his forehead, above and at the left of the center, and he instantly fell. Lieutenant Clarke was surprised when he looked up and was able to speak, saying that he was wounded, and he caused Sumner Warner to help him to the rear, not expecting, however, to see him again. After the battle was over Clarke found him at a hospital, writing home.

It seems that the bullet glanced and did not penetrate the skull, though ever since then headaches have resulted in hot weather. Snell has continued one of the best farmers in Enosburg. and at the reunion of the regiment in 1906, he told some of the comrades that, although in his 80th year, he intended to ride the horse rake, as usual, that summer and that during the past year he has milked seven cows twice a day, missing only fourteen milkings in the year. He was very proud of his company, his regiment and his country.

ALBERT CLARKE, Lieutenant of Company G.

Ralph Orson Sturtevant and Carmi L. Marsh. Pictorial History: Thirteenth Vermont Volunteers, War of 1861-1865, (Privately published by the regiment, c1910), pp. 610-611.

T.T. Snell of East Enosburg Was Nearly 90 Years Old.

East Enosburg, Oct. 5. T. T. Snell died at 9:30 this morning on the farm where he was born and brought up, death being due to old age. He would have been 90 years of age had he lived until Dec. 8 next. The funeral will be held Saturday afternoon at 1 o'clock.

Mr. Snell was a veteran of the Civil war, having enlisted in Co. K, 13th Vermont regiment. He was wounded at the battle of Gettysburg and shortly afterward was discharged from the army. His wife died a dozen years ago. One son, Hayden T. Snell of East Enosburg, survives. Mr. Snell was prominent in the Baptist church and was one of several who were instrumental in raising money to build the church here.

Barre Daily Times, Oct. 5, 1916

Courtesy of Tom Boudreau.