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Stone, Stillman

Age: 26, credited to Eden, VT
Unit(s): 9th VT INF
Service: enl 5/29/62, m/i 7/9/62, 1SGT, Co. H, 9th VT INF, comn 2LT, 3/13/63 (3/20/63), pr 1LT, 6/4/63 (6/24/63), resgd 10/19/63

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Birth: 09/20/1835, Eden, VT
Death: Before 3/10/1931

Burial: North Cemetery, Lunenburg, MA
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan

Findagrave Memorial #: 0
(There may be a Findagrave Memorial, but we have not recorded it)
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Unknown
Portrait?: VHS 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: None

3rd Great Granduncle of Mark Anderson, Waterbury, Vermont

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Stillman Stone

Stillman Stone - 1835-1931

- Born in Eden Vt. son of Henry and Diana (Richards) Stone. His early intention was to follow the sea, but rumors of war led him to take his part in the Civil War. After enlistment he held many commissions - first orderly sergeant, then 2nd lieutenant, promoted to first lieutenancy. Saw much service and on failure of his health was honorably discharged October 19 - 1863. On April 1864 married to Julia E. Hadley of Eden, Vt. Came to Lunenburg 1866 - within nine years - 1875 - began to hold public office, first as a selectman, than town clerk, a post he held for twenty-three years. Also assessor and overseer of the poor, and in 1884 represented this district in General Court. He took the census here - 1875, 1880, 1885, 1890, 1895, 1900, 1905. Became a Justice of the peace in 1895, and Town Clerk from 1895 to 1918.

He died on February 8 - 1931 aged 95 years, the oldest man in town, being next to the last of the two surviving veterans in this town. Mr. Stone was a member of the Fitchburg Edwin V. Sumner Post G.A.R.

Transcript of handwritten obituary; courtesy of Lunenburg, Massachusetts Historical Society.

Lamoille Newsdealer: August 20, 1863


YORKTOWN, Va. Aug., 13th, 1863

MR. EDITOR: We have got settled down to a regular routine of camp duty, which is not very light, owing to the large amount of sickness in camp. Our regiment has over 100 men on the sick list, though we have but few sick in the hospital. The cases are mostly chills and fevers. Only one has proved fatal, Wm. Barnard of Co.E. Our regiment has lost only four by death since we left Chicago, the first of April. The present sickness was caused by the filthy state in which we found our camp, but that is remedied now to a great extent; we have carried away hundreds (of) car loads of gathered filth. The health of the regiment is improving very fast now. We have adopted an excellent plan policing camp. We use the mules and carts we captured in our last raid, and everything in the shape of animal matter is carried outside the fort every morning.

We have only two drills a day, --- one hour before breakfast, and one from four to five, then dress parade. Our line of battle is getting pretty short, but we are in hopes of seeing it lengthened out by Conscripts, though the prospect looks rather slim now for a very large accession to our ranks.

Col. Ripley is away on a board of examination of officers. One of the regiments of our Brigade has got 13 before the board. Col. Ripley has confidence that his officers are all right, and it saves us from going through the ordeal of affliction.

The weather is very hot. (if hot is any name for it), the mercury getting as high as 110 in the shade, nearly every day the past eight days, and no wind. To-day is cooler, and we breath easier.

Capt. Gorham has got back and takes command of company H, relieving me of much hard work. He is liked very well. Lieut. Hodge was presentsd with a nice sash, shoulderstraps, and a cap-bugle, by the members of his company, who know how to appreciate and reward true merit. We had ale and cigars on the occasion, and had a good time generally. I will say for Co. H. that a truer and more manly lot of men cannot be found. They are ever ready to do any duty without a murmur, and with a cheerfulnes that is highly commendable. Our Company is reduced to 37 enlisted men, and three officers, a sad falling off in thirteen months. We discharged on the 10th of August, John C. Miller, of Johnson, and have one or two more, that we shall have to soon. The Peninsula uses up men fast. We had a visit from Gen. Naglee the other day. The 9th had the honor of escorting him from the boat. He reviewed the troops in the P.M. I was sick, and unable to go, so I lost the fun. The mercury stood at 110, and quite a number of men fell out of the ranks from the heat.

News is very scarce here, but I expect that when the army of the Potomac is filled up, we shall see the finishing stroke put to the great rebellion in short order. It is curious that men at home will pay $300 to stay away from the war. I would give that to go, if I were not already in it. Tell them to come along; many men make light work. We are well fed, well clothed, and the paymaster makes his regular rounds. What more do we want but something to do, and if Uncle Sam thinks we can help put down the rebellion here, I am satisfied.

Yours Truly,

Courtesy of Deanna French.

Letter from Stillman Stone to his Family in Eden, Vermont
Transcribed from original in custody of the
Lunenburg, Massachusetts Historical Society

CAMP SIEGEL POST, Winchester, Va., Aug. 9, 1862

Dear Folks, I was glad to hear that in addition to the 300,000 men called for when I enlisted, that 300,000 more are called. It begins to look now as if the Government meant to finish the war sometime. If the army is properly conducted the war will be done with before next July. Our Regt. Is rather sickly. I am glad I came when I did for no one can say I was drafted or afraid I should be drafted, I volunteered. Our pickets captured eighty head of fat cattle, quite a haul. Our pickets bring in bushwhackers nearly every day.

Aug. 17, 1862: Bringing in prisoners. The people here are not quite so secesh as they were before Jackson was drove out of the valley by Pope, and nearly all are coming in to take the oath

1st Sgt, Co. H. 9th Vt. Volunteers, Aug. 20, Winchester, Va. Last Sunday the boys brought in 12 horses and 7 men. None of our men were hurt. A guide has told them when the Rebels were coming along and the boys were ready and gave them hell.

Aug. 24, 1862: I think it is the duty of every man that is able to do military duty, to take the chance with the rest. Our Cavalry was sent out in pursuit last night. I have been aching sometimes to see some of the Rascals swing or be shot. We have plenty of duty, we lay out doors nearly every night. I don't pretend to take my shoes off except to change stockings.

Aug. 29, The fear of attack is over. The next morning the Cavalry brought in 15 Ashby Cavalry, including one Lieut. They are sent to Baltimore. That same afternoon our pickets were drove in. The Adj. called on me for 18 men and 3 non-commissioned officers to go out and strengthen the picket. In less time than I am writing it, I had 30 men that wanted to go, and had their guns and equipment on. They had no trouble however. Two of our men came back that night without orders. Yesterday morning 3 men were brought in, one of them a Capt. That was raising a company of Guerillas. His papers were found on him, his roll had over 100 names on it, many of them citizens of the town. He is son of the Mayor. His father hearing of his arrest came up to bring him him something to eat, but he was not allowed to go to his tent, but the son was called down to the Provost's office, and while taking the bundle from the old man, slipped the papers into the old gent's pocket. The Mayor was then taken, and both found conveyance free to some Northern boarding house. A negro was caught the other day crossing the pickets with letters to the Southern Army stating our strength. He came and tried to get a pass and was very loyal( and also was his mistress that has a husband in the rebel army) He got one forged, and tried to pass on it. They took him, sent him in, he was tried and sentenced to be hung at sundown. They took him out to a tree and got ready, pulled on him a couple of times and let him down, but still the devil would not implicate his mistress.

The health of our Regt. Is improving, the boys that work on the trenches get rations of whiskey now.

Dec. 26, 1862: Camp Douglas, Chicago

I report 57 men present and only 22 privates and non-comm fit for duty, not very flattering. The Col. Got a dispatch from Washington last Monday asking how many effective men we had. He telegraphed back, " About a hundred, and the rest want worth a damn"

Dec. 4, 1862 Chicago 2 or 3 commissioned officers have sent in resignations, among them our Capt. I am sorry, but there is some consolation as it gives me a chance for promotion if resignation is accepted. Our Regt. pretty well used up. One of our boys died today, Henry B. Lee, a good fellow and a brave soldier. He was one of the 8 that were with me on picket at the Battle of Harpers Ferry where we were the target for the rebel skirmishers for 2 hours, and we paid back their unkind attentions as well as we knew how.

Dec. 11, 1862 Camp Douglas: How I spend the days? Get out to roll call at daylight, get and eat up breakfast, make out morning report which takes till 9, mount my guard at 9.30., Company drill at 10, dinner at 12, squad drill from 1--2, Battalion drill and dress parade from 3-4.30, then supper, by that time it is dark. What I had to eat? I bought a loaf of brown bread, some butter, and a few potatoes which I mashed, but it was as good to me as a hotel supper.

I would like to leave this cursed place but shall not leave tins company as long as the Co. hangs together. They stick to me like a band of brothers. They do anything for me. I have occasionally a good time here. I go to the city when I please and Chicago is large enough to have a good time in. I take a little whiskey occasionally to keep off the ague. Those that don't are sure to have it. Whiskey is plenty. It takes only 15 cents to buy a quart. It is good too, but it takes a half dollars worth to get tight at that.

Jan. 12, 1863 Camp Douglas, Chicago

We are no longer prisoners but real bonafide soldiers. We are expecting orders every day and expect to take the field soon. Our hopes are very strong of coming East as far as Washington. I shall try to get a furlough before entering upon active service. Unless we can be let loose on the bloody rebels and clear them out this winter, and what there is left of us, come home sometime, we never shall do it. It would not cost half as much loss of life to do this business up quickly as it will to be 2 or 3 years longer about it.

Jan. 25, We are to stay here at present to guard the Rebel prisoner that are to come here very soon. To be sure I have not been of much service to my country as yet but it is not my fault. I have done well, all a gave me a chance to. And I got the praise of it from my Lieut, and the Lieut. That was on picket with me.

Feb.2, We have got a job here that will last us a while, we have 13,800 prisoners in Chicago to guard, and more a coming soon. We shall stay here till Spring if not longer. The gen. says he can trust the 9th for duty and wishes he could say so of the rest. The 65th Illinois are to leave here soon, and the sooner the better. Chicago is getting to be as rotten as Charleston. The Rebs look like our rebel friends in Virginia only they are not half as intelligent but what they lack in intelligence they make up in dirt and filth.

Feb. 6, 1863 I visit the city and Marine Hospitals twice a week to see our sick. We have 18 men in them and it does me good to carry them their letters and they are so much devoted to me,

Feb. 8th, We don't have any trouble as yet with the rebels. They die off at the rate of about a dozen a day. If they keep on at that rate we shall have no fight if they are exchanges. Our Capt. And 2 Lieutn. Are going to resign, and Capt. Henderson of Co.G. Unless we have some great successes soon things will look worse than they do now. The West is almost in rebellion now against the Administration. I feel like going in now and doing something than ever before.

Feb 13, 1863, Camp Douglas There has already been more blood and treasure poured out than all the Niggers this side of Hail County are worth. I enlisted to fight for the Union and Constitution and Nigs where they belong. I will not give up but what we can whip the Southern Confederacy out of existence if we go to work right at it now.

Feb 21st, The Col thinks we shall not stay here long after the 10th of next month. The small pox has broke out in Camp, two of our company was carried to the hospital today with it. None have died with it yet. We know nothing about mud in Vermont to the way we have it here.

Maech1, 1863. Capt. Guyer is gone. Good riddance!! We have just found him out. He was the cause in getting Lieut. Bisbee promoted to this Co., instead of me, and the same time I was doing all his duty and mine too, and I supposed I was his best friend. I shall have a commission soon in spite of his deviltry. He borrowed lots of money and stole 2 blankets of the boys, and carried home our company Fund, but we are in hopes he will be man enough to pay the boys their pay that they earn, hard enough at the easiest. I never shall forgive him, my good feelings toward him are few. And I speak the sentiments of the Co. Guard duty is quite heavy on us, our men have to go on guard once in 2 days. There was quite an unfortunate affair happened in camp. One of the 9th Vt boys was on guard, and one of the 65th Ill. Boys tried to run the guard, and the sentinel tried to halt him, but he paid no attention to it, and so he cocked his pieve and shot him through the heart. It caused excitement and hard feelings between the two Regts., but the 9th Vt. Can't be bluffed, but they can fight.

March, 1863, I have got to have $30 from somewhere as I have got to get me a sword, sash and belt, and a new uniform throughout. It will cost me $75 at least I expect I shall have a commission as 2d Lieut. In about 4 or 5 days. We have about 3 months pay due us and that will amount to $100 for me from the Government.

March11, Our Co., a very unhealthy, 23 of them are in the hospitals and probably 10 of them will never do duty in the Co. again. We have no commissioned officer in our Co. that came out with us. It makes the boys feel bad, and somewhat discouraged. But we hold up our heads and keep a stiff upper ;ip, and I guess we shall come out all right.

March 26th, Last night was the happiest evening I ever experienced. I received a commission of 2nd Lieut. The day before, and the boys to show me their love, confidence and esteem presented me a beautiful sword and belt costing $20, a sash costing $14, shoulder straps costing $7 and a bugle and number for my cap $2.50, in all $43.50. We went through a regular presentation, Sgt. McElroy made a beautiful speech giving me the sentiments of the Company. I never was so over come in my life. I hardly knew what to say, but I done my best. They never will desert me in the hour of danger and God knows I will not them … After the presentation I flew round and got up a good oyster supper, ably aided by our much loved Capt. Bisbee. Speeches and toasts were the order of the evening. It was indeed a happy time. I have been to the city and purchased a beautiful uniform to match my presents. It cost me $50 … I feel now that I have earned my position which I shall try to fill with honor to myself and the camp, and the noble town in which I belong.

Camp Hamilton, April 13, 1863, I am once more in camp after being 12 days on the road and boat. We arrived in Baltimore with about 450 rebs. We had a good time. I formed acquaintance with a Rebel Surgeon, a perfect gentleman, one exception ( he was a Rebel) Through him I had a chance to see some of the secesh ladies of Baltimore. Although they are very kind and hospitable to me I did not get fascinated. Our Capt. And all but 9 of the co. left me Tuesday with a detachment of 200 gray backs in an old warehouse with only 16 guards. I had them put in the hotel where we even quartered our rebs and at 10 o'clock the Capt. Of Co. C came with rations for them. We left Baltimore at 12 the next day arriving at Ft. Monroe next morning and then at 4 p.m., left for City Point going up the river went around opposite Harrison's Landing( where McClellan made his masterly retreat across the river), and was stuck for 7 hours not arriving in city Point until 5 pm.---- we had 37 officers Rebel aboard and such an insulting swaggering mean set of renegades I never saw together … There was one Rebel Capt. Raised in Vermont, the father of a surgeon was his guardian till he was of age. He excelled all the rest for meaness … As oon as they got on shore they flourished their bowie knives and swore death to Yankees. We in turn held up the old flag and gave it 9 cheers … we took aboard 357 men that were taken Mar. 25th and were marched 48 hours without food. Then they were stripped of all clothing except just enough to cover them. In many cases their boots were taken and by the order of Gen. Bragg they had to camp out nights in the cold, and on one instance had to wade a river after 4 o'clock arm deep, and then camp out on a cold hill in wet clothes. God knows how they suffered, they came through from Tenn. and they reported the people in an almost starving condition, and in Richmond there is nothing to eat. The Confederate soldiers rations is 1 pt. corn meal, and 6 oz of meat, no salt, bacon that is whole side of hog smoked $1.50 per. Lb, hams $2.50 per lb, such as we pay 20 or 12 cents for. I tell you the Confederacy is about a gone-up community. I don't believe they can live in Secesh 3 months longer. There were 3 bread riots in Richmond last week. In one 5000 women were engaged. They broke open Jeff's store houses and helped themselves. Jeff appeared and made a speech and gave them some meal and rice ( all they had) This I have from more than 100 eye witnesses.

April 19, 1863, Camp near Suffolk, Va. I am now in the field in the face of the enemy. They began skirmishing around this place 10 days ago but have not got in yet, they are baffled at every point. They have planted several batteries in front of us and tried to shell us, but their batteries have all been silenced in double-quick time by our superior guns, men and ammunition, with no loss on our side. There is a river between the contending parties which it will cost them many men to cross before they could do us any harm. And there are 7 gunboats passing up and down the river shelling whenever they can see a gray back. Our Sharpshooters have shot many of them across the river. They have only wounded 3 or 4 and killed one of ours since we have been here. 250 men of the 10th N.H. Volunteers crossed the river night before last and found out wheree they were located and the gunboats soon sent them skedaddle. We do not now fear that they will attempt to cross here. We are fortified at all points so that we can whip 4 to 1.

May 1st, 1863, The rebels are very quiet in this vicinity. All the trouble we have is from sharpshooters and they don't do much damage at so long a range. A few discharges of Grape and Canister among them generally quiet them down. We have plenty of duty to do. Our Co. is on picket as often as 3 days in a week and on fatigue 2 or 3. We have orders to march for our new camp 4 miles from here.

May 3rd We have got set down again arriving about 2 o'clock, pitched tents and at night our Co. and Co. E had the pleasure of working in the rifle pits all night. Yesterday had to clean up our camp in 9th Vt. Style, which is A1, and just got quieted down last night for a nights rest cut at9.30 the long-roll-beat and we turned out in double-quick time, but we did not have the pleasure of seeing any rebs. We lay in the rifle-pits until 2 A.M. this morning.

May, ??th Our Reg. has been tearing down the rebel entrenchments of the strongest kind. The devil himself could not have taken those works unless they had from 4 to one.

July 23, 1863 Yorktown,Va. A lull in war news. Capture of Morgan's band in Ohio. Here it id guard duty and drilling. Our General requires a great deal of saluting and fancy movements.

Aug. 31, 1863. The news is very encouraging for a speedy close of this war, and I would like to stay until it's done. The South are thoroughly whipped now, but they don't all of them know it. Destroy Lee's Army and we would have peace in 30days. There are 7 rebel deserters came in Friday. One of them was formerly one of Jackson's men, and is very intelligent. He said he fought for what he thought was the right until he found out the difference about 6 mos. Ago, but has never had a chance to desert until the present time. He is 18 and well bred.

Aug. 16, The Rebel Army decreases every day and they have no means to enlarge it as we have ours. The month of July took as good as 75,000 away from them that they never can replace. In Richmond $1 U.S. currency is worth $10 confederate.

Oct. 31, 1863. Dear Parents; I start today for Vermont and shall be home nest week if I have good luck.

Stillman Stone.

Stillman and Julia, 1914
Stillman and Julia, 1914

Stillman detail from a veterans group photograph
Stillman detail from a veterans group photograph

1918 receipt for snow/ice removal
1918 receipt for snow/ice removal, town of Lunenburg.

Letter and photographs courtesy of the Lunenburg Massachusetts Historical Society.

News and Citizen: MARCH 26, 1913


Stillman H. Stone

The following from a Fitchburg, Mass., paper will be read with interest by many hereabouts; Mr. Stone is a native of Lamoille County and has a large number of relatives and friends in this section:

Possessed of a skill of penmanship that makes his hand writing like copperplate, and a knowledge of orthography that kept him on his feet three-quarter of an hour at a recent spelling match at the Grange, Stillman Stone, when he retires from the office of town clerk, after the next town meeting, will leave as a monument of his official life, as neat a set of town records, as can be shown in any town in the state.

Mr. Stone came to Lunenburg, Mass., in 1866, and for 26 of the 46 years since then has been in the service of the town in one capacity or another. For the past 18 years he has been town clerk. From 1870 to 1880 inclusive, and in 1892, he was a selectman, assessor and overseer of the poor, and in 1884, he represented this district in the general court. As a census enumerator he also has an enviable record, having taken the census of Lunenburg for the United States in 1880, 1890, and 1900, and the state census in 1875, 1885, 1895, and 1905. His returns were always accepted without question, and he was complimented many times by the census officials for the neatness of his reports. He has been a justice of the peace since 1895.

Before coming to Lunenburg Mr. Stone, or Captain Stone, as he has a right to be called, had made a fine record on sea as well as land, as sailor, soldier, and business man, but he reraly referred to it, and few of the people with whom he has associated for nearly half a century have any knowledge of it.

Born in Eden, Vt., Sept. 30, 1835, he left home at 14 years of age to enter the employ of his uncle, Col. Eliphalet Stone, who kept a grocery store in Dedham, Mass. Here he remained five years, and then went on the road for a year, as traveling salesman for books and jewelry. About this time he felt the call of the sea, which used to have such a powerful influence over the country-bred boy in the days when when American shipping was something to be proud of, and American ships manned by American sailors dotted every sea. Obeying the call he shipped on board a whaler and spent ten months in cruising about the north and South Atlantic. Not quite satisfied with his surroundings on the trip, when the ship came home he left her and spent a year on shore, when he shipped on board a whaler. This voyage lasted two years, and the trip took him all over the North and South Atlantic off the coast of Africa. On the voyage he says he obtained his education --- spending all his spare time over his books. He included the study of navigation, intending to adopt a sea-faring life, but when he landed from the voyage mutterings of the war between the states were beginning to be heard and he remained on shore to take his part in the stirring times.

The year 1860 he spent traveling in the West for a New York publishing house. When Fort Sumter was fired on in 1861 he was in Philadelphia. He at once hastened to his Vermont home, and was the first man to offer to enlist as a volunteer from Lamoille County. The surgeons that examined him, however rejected him, because of an injury to his shoulder by an accident some years before. Later he tried again to enlist and was again rejected. In 1862, when the demand for men was more urgent and the surgeons were less particular, Mr. Stone tried again and was accepted in May of that year as a member of Co. H., 9th Vermont.

In July he was made Orderly Sergeant of his company and proudly cherishes his warrant for that office which bears the signature of the hero Gen. George Stannard. March 10, 1863 he was commissioned second Lieutenant, and was promoted 1st Lieutenant, June 24, 1863. Most of his term of service was in Virginia and North Carolina, where he saw severe fighting but escaped with out a wound. His health failed, when almost at death's door he resigned and was discharged, October 19, 1863.

Returning to Vermont the regained his health and in 1865 joined the Vermont militia. And was commissioned captain of Co. I, First Vermont Regiment. This office he held till he removed to Lunenburg.

Captain Stone has been active in the social life of Lunenburg all these years. He joined Post 19, G.A.R. soon after its organization, and was one of the founders, and for some years President of the Lunenburg Memorial Association, which annually has charge of the local Memorial Day observances. For many years he was Secretary of the old Lunenburg Farmers Club, and when this was succeeded by the Grange, he became one of its earliest, and has since continued one if its most active members. The local Tent of Daughters of Veterans was named in his memory of his daughter, Hattie D. Stone, now deceased, and his three sons, only one of whom is now living, were early members of the Fitchburg Camp of Sons of Veterans.

Courtesy of Deanna French.