Searle, Hubbard Jeremiah
Age: 21, credited to St. Albans, VT
Unit(s): 13th VT INF
Service: enl 9/11/62, m/i 10/10/62, WGNR, Co. K, 13th VT INF, m/o 7/21/63
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Birth: 1837, Fairfax, VT
Burial: Greenwood Cemetery, St. Albans, VT
Marker/Plot: Not recorded
Gravestone researcher/photographer: Heidi McColgan
Findagrave Memorial #: 14668080
Alias?: None noted
Pension?: Not Found
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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JEREMIAH H. SEARL volunteered from the town of Swanton, coming from his home in Fairfax, that he might go with some one he knew and liked. He had lived in St. Albans for a year or more before enlistment, and worked in the railroad shops there, building and repairing freight cars., etc. My first acquaintance with him was in the summer of 1861. We attended for a short time the same church and Sabbath school, and were soon quite friendly. After I had volunteered I assisted Comrade Stephen P. Brown in looking up suitable persons to go with us. When I saw Hub, as we called him, he decided to go. Hub at the time of enlistment was 21, and a single man, six feet high, solid built and a strong, healthy young fellow, gray eyes and brown hair, fair complexion. He had a genial disposition, was kind hearted and generous, had been well brought up and was a devoted Christian. He was educated in the district schools of Fairfax, Vt. He had brothers and sisters and all have been dead for many years.
Comrade Searl entered heartily into the duties of the new life and was anxious and zealous to become acquainted with all the duties required of him. He was quit* large and logy, and a little awKward in drill, and in handling a gun agreeable to the rules laid down. He was upright and conscientious as a soldier, the same at home, and could not be induced to depart from home teachings on any account, nor would he take part or share of the amusements, he considered wrong, or join any pilfering excursion out among the so-called Unionists, who lived in the vicinity of our several camps. Soldier lite did not influence him to change his creed, or code of morals. He used no vulgar or profane language, and no one ever heard him tell a story unfit to be heard. He had plenty of occasion during his army life to use cuss words, for he was one of our mule drivers. If any man could drive any of those three span mule teams, hitched to a great big wagon, heavily loaded, through Virginia mud and over corduroy roads from ten to twenty miles a day, with a yerk or single line, astride the off pole mule and not swear, his disposition would certainly approach the angelic.
I saw him between Union Mills, the railroad station and our camp at Wolf Run Shoals with his team loaded down with food for the regiment who were anxiously waiting for it, but the wagon was stuck in the mud to the hubs, and the mules kicking and floundering in the freezing mud and water, and with all his efforts at coaxing, scolding and jerk of lines, lash of whip, and not able to move an inch, nor induce the mules to pull a pound and four miles from camp and almost sundown,^ and yet he used under such circumstances, no profane language. I suggested to him that the pole mules did not respond or understand his language, and likely the fellow that broke and drove them before they were turned over to him swore loud and long, when he wanted them fo do their best, and if it was my job I should try it. "Very well," said he, "here is the line and whip, go in, I will get a pole and pry up this fore wheel and you may try the driving," We got out of that mud hole and reached camp a little after dark. No use trying to drive mules unless they understand what is wanted. It often happened when mud was thin and deep and mules were small and short, that Hub's feet when astride the off wheel mule would drag in the mud, but he then held up his feet in order to stay on.
Comrade Searl was taken prisoner on the road from Camp Carusi to Union Mills or Fairfax Station, mules and all, but after giving him a few miles of mule back ride, the mule tired out and fell and Hub escaped and made his way back through trees and bushes to camp some time the next day, more frightened than harmed. He said the mule that he was compelled to ride was poor, raw boned, and balky, and had to ride bareback through the woods and on the jump and run. I observed that he stood up the most of the time for a day or two when about camp, and he was careful when he sat down, it was unnecessary for him to explain to me his trouble. We called Hub Doctor Searl, because he was an M. D. (Mule Driver).
It was claimed that Comrade Searl excelled in this most disagreeable and exacting, branch of the service. He had been detailed for it and would not refuse or beg to be returned to his company. He continued in this branch of the service to the end, to the full satisfaction of those in charge of the wagon trains. He was mustered out with the regiment at Brattleboro, Vt., July 21st, 1863, and returned home, and in a little while commenced work again for the railroad company at St. Albans. In 18.. he married, and lived very happy for a number of years. One child, a son, was born to them, now living In The wife died and in a few years afterwards Comrade Searl married Cornelia Morey, sister of Lieutenant S. S. Morey, and in the year of .... Comrade Searl died and was buried in Richford, Vt. His picture will be found on page .... See Roster.
Source: Sturtevant, p. 752