“Everything
on the road looks strange to us coming as we do from the desolate fields of
Virginia. Here we see houses, barns filled with grain, fine stock etc. Today we
met a fine large drove of beef cattle going to the rear. Some of the boys who
have fully realized the effects of the war at their own houses are fairly
itching to retaliate, but Gen’l. Lee’s order issued the morning we crossed into
Md. is too strict.”
On
June 26, around 11 a.m., Patterson’s unit crossed into Pennsylvania. With two
friends, one named Jim Crow, he straddles the state line, downs the contents of
a canteen filled with what he calls “a supply of the `needful,’” and drinks “some
pretty heavy toasts.” While passing through Chambersburg, Pa., the following
day, Gen. Lee road up the column “speaking kindly to acquaintances and passed
on. The boys never cheer him, but pull off their hats and worship.” Near
Fayetteville, “Jim and I went out and took supper with a good old Pennsylvania
farmer; plenty of everything, especially apple butter, the first I have tasted
since I left Ohio.”
On
July 28, a Sunday, Patterson reports “no preaching either in camps or in town.”
Some soldiers have “captured” chickens, which is “against positive orders,” but
Patterson and other officers excuse the thefts. On Tuesday, June 30, two divisions
depart “in the direction of Gettysburg” – his first mention of the town. He
writes:
“I
took dinner yesterday at the hotel, and at night Jim Crow, Dick Hobbs and I
went out about two miles into the country to get supper, and had a magnificent
time. The young lady was Union but called herself a `copperhead.’ I would not
mind being bitten by her a few times.”
Two
days later, the second day of the Battle of Gettysburg, Patterson was taken
prisoner by Union soldiers. He was held in the prison camp on Johnson’s Island, Ohio, in Sandusky Bay, some fifty miles west of his birthplace. Patterson was
released in a prisoner exchange in March 1865, one month before the end of the
war, went on to study law and was elected to Tennessee State Senate in 1882. He
served as a circuit court judge from 1886 to 1897, and May 22, 1914, in
Redlands, Calif. In “Melville’s Letter to William Clark Russell” (Taken in Faith: Poems, 2002), Helen Pinkerton
writes:
“Boys in the wild wind
fell
Like
autumn leaves in a New England gale,
Or
lay in swathes, blue as a Cape Cod pond,
Their
fresh young flesh scythed down with ripened wheat
Or
plucked unripe in orchards, berry patches,
Their
bodies, under dying horses’ hooves,
Crushed
like the late June clover their feet crushed
Hastening
to Gettysburg.”
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