Diary of a Civil War Soldier: Cpl. Peter Funk, 150th New York Volunteers
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150th New York Volunteers at Camp Belger near Baltimore, Md. |
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a few days Camp Millington was the scene of regular drills, regular meals,
etc. The 19th we were called into line and ten rounds of cartridges were
given to each man. We were then drilled in street firing and were kept on
foot till night, when we were dismissed with the order to sleep with our
equipment on and our guns by our side ready to fall in at a minute's notice as
an uprising was expected in the city and that probably before morning some of
us would be cold and stark in death. But not one face paled with fear, but
the compressed lips and nervous movements told plainly that many were anxious
to meet the rebel foe and deal out to them their just desserts.
But no such opportunity occurred. The night passed off quietly, and in
the morning we learned that it was only a ruse of the officers to try us. The
Colonel was much pleased with our behavior. Such is a soldier's life - liable
to be called up at any moment to do and die for his country, but a good
soldier never murmurs. On the 21st, Company F was sent to the Newton
University Hospital in the eastern part of the city to do guard duty. There
were about 250 sick and wounded soldiers in it at this time, who had left
their homes to fight for their country and who were soon to be sent back to
their homes again, cripples for life at the hands of those who were striving
to dethrone the best government that ever existed. And how many others are
there who will never see home to clasp in their arms their loving ones, who
imagined he was leaving them for only a short time. Such scenes and thoughts
will make a soldier sell his life as dearly as possible, and use his last
strength in hurling death and defiance at his foes.
Our duty at the hospital was easy and very pleasant and time passed
rapidly. November 6th we had a light fall of snow. In the afternoon I went
to see a lunatic who was brought to the guard house, and two men were detailed
to take care of him. I was shocked when I beheld this wreck of a man. He was
about 20 years old, light complexion, light blue eyes, light hair and a Roman
nose. with all the appearance of a gentle man. But to see him now in his
present condition - the rolling of those large eyes, and the piteous walls as
you approached would me It your heart with pity. Then, in an Instant, as his
Imagination moved on he would break in the most terrific yells. It was enough
to freeze the blood in your veins. Often he would throw himself in the fire,
so it kept two men to watch him or else let him destroy himself. Think what a
sight for his parents - reason lost forever in Uncle Sam's service!
Everything around the hospital passed off quietly and but for deaths
occurring so often, reminding us of the fate likely to be ours, we should not
have known we were soldiers.
On the 15th one man died and his remains were sent home. Our fare, which
for two weeks had been miserable, was inspected by our Colonel. It consisted
of bread, beef and coffee for breakfast; dry bread and coffee for dinner; and
the same for supper, and it was dealt out to us as if each meal was to be the
last. Our Colonel said it was unfit for men to eat, much less for men in the
service of the country which had plenty of all kinds. Accordingly we drew our
own rations and had a man detailed to cook for us. much to the chagrin of the
hospital commissary. And from that time everything passed off quietly until
the 16th when the peace with which we had been surrounded so long was suddenly
broken by the appearance of one of the men coming in drunk. Our orderly
sergeant was going to put him in the guard house when the private drew his
bayonet, threatening to run the Sergeant through if he laid his hands on him;
which so exasperated that worthy gentleman that. unable to restrain himself,
he rushed down stairs, seized a revolver, and threatened to blow the private's
brains out. And it would have ended thus but for the arrival of the private's
friends who gave the Sergeant orders to put up his revolver or they would
tread him under their feet, which cooled him down somewhat, when one of the
Lieutenants came and ordered all parties to their respective quarters, thus
bringing the trouble to a close.
The next day, the 17th, our unruly Sergeant was sent to camp and our First
Sergeant, Samuel J. Paulding came down in his place, being much loved by the
whole company, and a man in every respect worthy of the position he was
holding. The 24th we had several boxes sent to the company, and among the
number was one for me sent by my parents, filled with delicacies of all kinds
which was soon despatched with a will. In the afternoon I went to take a view
of Fort Federal Hill, the plan of which was laid by Gen. Benjamin F. Butler,
and the work done mostly by the Ellsworth Zouaves. It was armed with six
mortars and other heavy ordinance and with a regiment of Yanks who we re ready
to let their pieces belch forth in thundering tones upon the city and bay.
And I may safety add that but for these forts and the stout hearts within
them, few Union families would have lived in the city in piece .
This fort is about 100 feet higher than the bay upon whose banks it
stands, the city being partly on three sides of it and laying much lower than
the fort. The banks on the water side is so steep that no mortal man could
climb it. while the other sides are protected by a ditch 15 feet wide and 12
feet deep, and two 20-pound Parrot guns are placed in each angle of the fort
so as to rake the ditch should any man be foolhardy enough to attempt to scale
the works. Altogether it is a work to be loved by its defenders and feared by
its foes. At night there arrived about 150 sick and wounded men, Yanks and
rebs. They had been sent from Washington, the hospital there being full. The
29th we got orders to report to camp. We were relieved by the 151st N. Y.
Vols. Our regiment had been moved to or near Patterson Park and called Camp
Belger. In the afternoon we got there and found carpenters at work building
barracks for the regiment. The 28th we received 15 turkeys sent to us by John
C. Cruger. father of our First Lieutenant, which were sent for a Christmas
dinner but came too late; but they were eaten with a zest that went far to
prove that "better late than never" holds good in case of the turkeys.
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Margaret Herrick transcribed the Diary of A Civil War Soldier from a series of articles published in the Red Hook Advertiser by local historian Burton Barker Coon from Cpl. Funk's original diary. Margaret is a native of Red Hook, NY. Her ancestors came to the Hudson Valley around 1720 and fought in the American Revolution. Her hobby is researching local history and genealogy. She was editor of the Dutchess County Genealogical Society's newsletter for several years. |