Donaldson
seems to have been a strong-willed and perhaps hot-tempered man. He feuded with
his commanding officer, a lieutenant colonel, who refused to let him resign
from the regiment. In December 1863, Donaldson publicly insulted and threatened
the colonel, and was court-martialed and dismissed from the army. After
Donaldson made a personal appeal to President Lincoln, his sentence was changed
in March 1864 to dismissal without “disability.” He returned to Philadelphia,
founded his own insurance company in 1866, and remained its head until 1917. He
died in Philadelphia in 1928, age eighty-seven.
Inside the Army of the
Potomac: The Civil War Experience of Captain Francis Adams Donaldson was edited by J. Gregory
Acken and published by Stackpole Books in 1998. Included is a lengthy letter
Donaldson wrote on July 21, 1863, to his aunt, Eliza Ann Nice, who had raised
him since childhood after the death of his parents. In it, Donaldson recounts
the events at Gettysburg on July 2 and 3. On the morning of the 2nd,
he writes:
“It
took some time to satisfactorily arrange us, but finally the order came to move
forward, and with a firm tread and muskets at the right shoulder, the movement
commenced. Over fields and fences went the silent moving mass, while nothing
was heard save an occasional caution from our Colonel as to the guide, and the
singular noise made by the tramping of so many thousands of feet thro’ the
crushing leaves and grass, while the atmosphere was heavy with the pennyroyal
smell so peculiar to all battlefields.”
The
final phrase is puzzling. Pennyroyal is a notably fragrant member of the mint
family, with a scent similar to spearmint. What is the plant’s link with battlefields?
The Greeks and Romans used it as a cooking herb. Its oils can be toxic and have
been used to kill pests and repel insects. In folk medicine, pennyroyal has
been used to treat colds, influenza and abdominal cramps, as well as smallpox
and tuberculosis, and in stimulating menstruation. It is an abortifacient. A
medicine that kills – a ready-made metaphor for war. Thoreau writes in A Week in the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
(1849):
“But
we were most interested to hear of the pennyroyal; it is soothing to be
reminded that wild nature produces anything ready for the use of man. Men know
that something is good. One says that
it is yellow-dock, another that it is bitter-sweet, another that it is
slippery-elm bark, burdock, catnip, calamint, elecampane, thoroughwort, or
pennyroyal. A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also
his medicine.”
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