Thursday 13 October 2011

SHERIDAN AND ROSECRANS PART 16


This unusual Civil War bullet is a Joslyn .52 caliber. It came from a camp south of the gaps at Murfreesboro Tenn
On the 6th of January, 1863, my division settled quietly down in its camp south of Murfreesboro'. Its exhausted condition after the terrible experiences of the preceding week required attention. It needed recuperation, reinforcement, and reorganization, and I set about these matters without delay, in nardi from michigan toy soldiers
anticipation of active operations early in the spring. No forward movement was made for nearly six months, however, and throughout this period drills, parades, reconnoissances, and foraging expeditions filled in the time profitably. In addition to these exercises the construction of permanent fortifications for the security of Murfreesboro' was undertaken by General Rosecrans, and large details from my troops were furnished daily for the work. Much attention was also given to creating a more perfect system of guard and picket duty-a matter that had hitherto been somewhat neglected in the army, as its constant activity had permitted scant opportunity for the development of such a system. It was at this time that I received my appointment as a major-general of Volunteers.above one of my conversions awaiting the final touches My promotion had been recommended by General Rosecrans immediately after the battle of Stone River, but for some reason it was delayed until April, and though a long time elapsed between the promise and the performance, my gratification was extreme.
My scout, Card, was exceedingly useful while encamped near Murfreesboro, making several trips to East Tennessee within the enemy's lines to collect information as to the condition of the loyal people there, and to encourage them with the hope of early liberation. He also brought back from each trip very accurate (above tree top Ken conversion)statements as to the strength and doings of the Confederate army, fixing almost with certainty its numbers and the locations of its different divisions, and enabling my engineer-officer—Major Morhardt—to
construct good maps of the country in our front. On these dangerous excursions Card was always accompanied by one of his brothers, the other remaining with me to be ready for duty if any accident occurred to those who had gone out, or in case I wanted to communicate with them. In this way we kept well posted, although the intelligence these men brought was almost always secured at the risk of their lives.
Early in the spring, before the Tullahoma campaign began, I thought it would be practicable, by sending out a small secret expedition of but three or four men, to break the Nashville and Chattanooga railroad between Chattanooga and the enemy's position at Tullahoma by burning the bridges in Crow Creek valley from its head to Stevenson, Alabama, and then the great bridge across the Tennessee River at Bridgeport. After the Tullahoma campaign, the two armies adopted their previous policy of remaining stationary. Each began to gather forces and equipment for a future struggle. The Union Army occupied a line from Winchester to McMinnville—the same territory the Confederates had occupied previously—while the Confederate General Bragg established his headquarters at Chattanooga.
There the Army of Tennessee strengthened its defensive position and prepared to close the "gate" to further advances of the Army of the CumberlandFeeling confident that I could persuade Card to undertake the perilous duty, I broached the contemplated project to him, and he at once jumped at the opportunity of thus distinguishing himself, saying that with one of his brothers and three other loyal East Tennesseeans, whose services he knew could be enlisted, he felt sure of carrying out the idea, so I gave him authority to choose his own assistants. In a few days his men appeared at my headquarters, and when supplied with money in notes of the State Bank of Tennessee, current everywhere as gold in those days, the party, composed of Card, the second brother, and the three East Tennesseeans, started on their precarious enterprise, their course being directed first toward the Cumberland Mountains, intending to strike the Nashville and Chattanooga railroad somewhere above Anderson's station. They expected to get back in about fifteen days, but I looked for some knowledge of the progress of their adventure before the expiration of that period, hoping to hear through Confederate sources prisoners and the like-of the destruction of the bridges. I waited in patience for such news, but none came, and as the time Card had allotted himself passed by, I watched anxiously for his return, for, as there was scarcely a doubt that the expedition had proved a failure, the fate of the party became a matter of deep concern to Card's remaining brother and to me. Elizabirthton stationElizabethton (Bemberg), TNFinally this brother volunteered to go to his father's house in East Tennessee to get tidings of the party, and I consented, for the probabilities were that some of them had made their way to that point, or at least that some information had reached there about them. As day after day went by, the time fixed for this brother's return came round, yet he also remained out; but some days after the lad was due Card himself turned up accompanied by the brother he had taken with him, soon explained his delay in getting back, and gave me the story of his adventures while absent.
After leaving my camp, his party had followed various byways across the Cumberland Mountains to Crow Creek Valley, as instructed; but when nearing the railroad above Anderson's Station, they were captured by some guerrillas prowling about that vicinity, and being suspected of disloyalty to the Confederacy, were carried to Chattanooga and imprisoned as Yankee spies. Their prospects now were decidedly discouraging, for death stared them in the face. Fortunately, however, some delays occurred relative to the disposition that should be made of them, and they, meanwhile, effected their escape from their jailors by way of one of the prison windows, from which they managed to displace a bar, and by a skiff, in the darkness of night, crossed the Tennessee River a little below Chattanooga. From this point the party made their way back to my camp, traveling only at night, hiding in the woods by day, and for food depending on loyal citizens that Card had become acquainted with when preaching and peddling.
Card's first inquiry after relating his story was for the youngest brother, whom he had left with me. I told him what I had done, in my anxiety about himself, and that more than sufficient time had elapsed for his brother's return. His reply was: "They have caught him. The poor fellow is dead." His surmise proved correct; for news soon came that the poor boy had been captured at his father's house, and hanged. The blow to Card was a severe one, and so hardened his heart against the guerrillas in the neighborhood of his father's home—for he knew they were guilty of his brother's murder—that it was with difficulty I could persuade him to continue in the employment of the Government, so determined was he to avenge his brother's death at the first opportunity. Finally, however, I succeeded in quieting the almost uncontrollable rage that seemed to possess him, and he remained with me during the Tullahoma and Chickamauga campaigns; but when we reached Knoxville the next winter, he took his departure, informing me that he was going for the bushwhackers who had killed his brother. A short time after he left me, I saw him at the head of about thirty well-armed East Tennesseeans—refugees. They were determined-looking men, seeking revenge for the wrongs and sufferings that had been put upon them in the last two years, and no doubt wreaked their vengeance right and left on all who had been in any way instrumental in persecuting them.
The feeding of our army from the base at Louisville was attended with a great many difficulties, as the enemy's cavalry was constantly breaking the railroad and intercepting our communications on the Cumberland River at different points that were easily accessible to his then superior force of troopers. The accumulation of 1860 Water Worksreserve stores was therefore not an easy task, and to get forage ahead a few days was well-nigh impossible, unless that brought from the North was supplemented by what we could gather from the country.1937 Flood Corn was abundant in the region to the south and southwest of Murfreesboro', so to make good our deficiences in this respect, I employed a brigade about once a week in the duty of collecting and bringing in forage, sending out sometimes as many as a hundred and fifty wagons to haul the grain which my scouts had previously located. Many of the southern recipes that call for molasses may have originated during the Civil War when the confederate government rationed luxury items such as sugar, particularly in non-sugar producing states. As the war raged on Union blockades prevented the importation of sugar from Louisiana, Florida, and the Caribbean to ports in the Carolinians and Virginia. To meet the challenge of cooking during the Civil War and sugar rationing, many recipes called for molasses. “Long Sweeting,” as people called molasses in Charleston County, South Carolina during the Civil War, was used to make molasses stickyPlainview Nebraska Breakfast buns. Molasses sticky buns, according to WPA writer Wendell B. Phillips, “were made of a rich biscuit dough, rolled thin, spread with molasses and butter, rolled up like a jelly roll, then sliced thin, placed on a biscuit tin and baked. This does not sound like it would be so good, but try them!” Phillips was one of many writers who collected local recipes for the America Eats Project during the Depression.Civil War food It was a proposed WPA book that never made it into publication. America Eat Sources are in archives scattered around the country. I found this molasses sticky bun source in Washington, D. C. in the archives of the Library of Congress. Here is a recipe for molasses sticky buns below:1 teaspoon salt


Molasses Sticky Buns Ingredients




3/4 cup scalded milk

1/3 cup sugar

1/3 cup butter
 
2 packages active dry yeast

1/3 cup warm water

1 egg

4 cups sifted flour

1/2 cup brown sugar

1/4 cup molasses

1/3 cup butter

1/2 cup chopped pecans

1 cup brown sugar

1/2 cup raisins

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon



Directions for Molasses Sticky Buns



Combine milk, sugar, 1/3 cup butter and salt in bowl. Dissolve yeast in warm water; add yeast, egg and 1 cup flour to milk mixture. Beat until smooth. Gradually add enough flour to make a soft dough. Turn onto floured surface and knead. Place in a greased bowl; turn dough over to grease top. Cover; let rise until doubled in size.

Combine molasses, 1/2 cup brown sugar and 1/3 cup butter. Heat until butter melts. Spread mixture in 2 greased 9″ round cake pans. Sprinkle with pecans.

Combine 1 cup brown sugar, raisins and cinnamon and set aside.

Divide dough in half. Roll each half into 12 X 8″ rectangle. Sprinkle with half of brown sugar mixture. Roll up like a jelly roll, starting at long side. Cut into 12 slices and arrange in cake pans. Let rise until doubled.

Bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes or until golden brown. Invert pans on plates and remove.

Makes 24 Molasses Sticky Buns







Throughout the U.C. Civil War, some confederate armies depended on the labor of slaves and free blacks pressed into service to construct fortifications, transport materiel, tend cavalry horses, and cook mass camp meals for both officers and the rank and file soldiers. Historically enslaved Africans had learned how to hunt and cook wild game like turkey, raccoon, and rabbit, and also how to cook local plant foods like dandelion greens. Except for the turkey, most Africans had already hunted and cooked corresponding animals in West Africa. Similarly, Africans had also cooked with oysters before arriving in the Chesapeake Bay region and the Carolinas. The same is true with plants, but much of the knowledge of local edible plants in North America they had learned from Native Americans during the early colonial period. Here is recipe for a great dandelion salad with beets and cheese.When soldiers did obtain food they then had to confront a shortage of utensils and pots and pans. Some made cooking utensils from the halves of captured canteens and cooked meat on the points of sharp sticks. Others mixed meal and flour in turtle shells, calabashes, shirttails, and other surfaces. By the end of the war many white soldiers who previously had no cooking experience became experts at creating what became southern delicacies after the war—huckleberry pieWhen soldiers did obtain food they then had to confront a shortage of utensils and pots and pans. Some made cooking utensils from the halves of captured canteens and cooked meat on the points of sharp sticks. Others mixed meal and flour in turtle shells, calabashes, shirttails, and other surfaces. By the end of the war many white soldiers who previously had no cooking experience became experts at creating what became southern delicacies after the war—huckleberry pie, roast pork, turkey, and opossum. For black southerners, such dishes were nothing new. By the end of the war in 1865 Northern forces had advanced deep into the black belt. In some instances, pitched battles and foraging soldiers ruined productive fields and sent domesticated hogs and wild game almost into extinction. Here is a recipe for some good down home huckleberry pie that fits well with civil war foodways story. What would be your last meal request if you were going into a battle you thought you would not survive?Ann Kirk Huckleberry Pie


, roast pork, turkey, and opossum. For black southerners, such dishes were nothing new. By the end of the war in 1865 Northern forces had advanced deep into the black belt. In some instances, pitched battles and foraging soldiers ruined productive fields and sent domesticated hogs and wild game almost into extinction. Here is a recipe for some good down home huckleberry pie that fits well with civil war foodways story. What would be your last meal request if you were going into a battle you thought you would not survive?

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In nearly every one of these expeditions the enemy was encountered, and the wagons were usually loaded while the skirmishers kept up a running fire, Often there would occur a respectable brush, with the loss on each side of a number of killed and wounded. The officer in direct command always reported to me personally whatever had happened during the time he was out—the result of his reconnoissance, so to speak, for that war the real nature of these excursions—and on one occasion the colonel in command, Colonel Conrad, of the Fifteenth Missouri, informed me that he got through without much difficulty; in fact, that everything had gone all right and been eminently satisfactory, except that in returning he had been mortified greatly by the conduct of the two females belonging to the detachment and division train at my headquarters. These women, he said, had given much annoyance by getting drunk, and to some extent demoralizing his men. To say that I was astonished at his statement would be a mild way of putting it, and had I not known him to be a most upright man and of sound sense, I should have doubted not only his veracity, but his sanity. Inquiring who they were and for further details, I was informed that there certainly were in the command two females, that in some mysterious manner had attached themselves to the service as soldiers; that one, an East Tennessee woman, was a teamster in the division wagon-train and the other a private soldier in a cavalry company temporarily attached to my headquarters for escort duty. While out on the foraging expedition these Amazons had secured a supply of "apple-jack" by some means, got very drunk, and on the return had fallen into Stone River and been nearly drowned. After they had been fished from, the water, in the process of resuscitation their sex was disclosed, though up to this time it appeared to be known only to each other. The story was straight and the circumstance clear, so, convinced of Conrad's continued sanity, I directed the provost-marshal to bring in arrest to my headquarters the two disturbers of Conrad's peace of mind, After some little search the East Tennessee woman was found in camp, somewhat the worse for the experiences of the day before, but awaiting her fate content idly smoking a cob-pipe. She was brought to me, and put in duress under charge of the division surgeon until her companion could be secured. To the doctor she related that the year before she had "refugeed" from East Tennessee, and on arriving in Louisville assumed men's apparel and sought and obtained employment as a teamster in the quartermaster's department. Her features were very large, and so coarse and masculine was her general appearance that she would readily have passed as a man, and in her case the deception was no doubt easily practiced. Next day the "she dragoon" was caught, and proved to be a rather prepossessing young woman, and though necessarily bronzed and hardened by exposure, I doubt if, even with these marks of campaigning, she could have deceived as readily as did her companion. How the two got acquainted, I never learned, and though they had joined the army independently of each other, yet an intimacy had sprung up between them long before the mishaps of the foraging expedition. They both were forwarded to army headquarters, and, when provided with clothing suited to their sex, sent back to Nashville, and thence beyond our lines to Louisville.



























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