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10 Letters by Provost Guard in the 4th US Infantry

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10 Letters by Provost Guard in the 4th US Infantry
Beautifully penned collection of 10 letters by Lieutenant Ira F. Gensel of the 25th Pennsylvania Infantry and the 4th US Infantry, the latter where he served as Provost Guard for his company. In these letters to a woman named Annie (likely a relative) in Rock Island, Illinois, Gensel describes all aspects of war: the grandeur of witnessing thousands of men work in unison as regiments, the destruction of towns and people, and most notably the horror of battle, particularly after the Battles of Gaines Mill and Antietam. Gensel would ultimately die himself in battle, in December 1862 from wounds sustained at Fredericksburg. Nearly every letter here is quotable, and transcriptions are included, with highlights presented here in chronological order.



Gensel begins his service in the 25th Pennsylvania Infantry, a three-month regiment formed at the start of the war. On 5 July 1861, he describes a skirmish at Harper's Ferry and the oddity of seeing a soldier who welcomed him the day before shot dead: ''...Early in the morning the rebels commenced re-enforcing Harpers Ferry. They at once began to throw up embankments and plant cannon. Our men stationed on this side could not stand silent...one word brought our men to arms. They fired on the New York men in our division which was returned. It continued until dark. Three of our men were wounded and one killed. This morning...another of the men died last night. Poor fellow. I saw the one fall dead. He was shot through the heart and the first man to take me by the hand yesterday morning when the cars arrived at this station. He now sleeps the sleep of death...I went to a farm house to buy some eggs...and found the farm house filled with Union loving citizens of Virginia who had been driven from their houses. Among the ladies was quite a number of refinement and education. I had quite a long chat with an interesting young lady...poor creature she was almost frightened to death...we are awaiting the arrival of more men. A lady just from the Ferry says that 4 rebels were killed & six wounded...''



On 7 July 1861, Gensel describes Union forces crossing a river in Williamsport, Virginia (now West Virginia): ''...We marched to the river which we had to ford...the large body of troops that were to join commenced arriving. It was the grandest sight I ever witnessed. I sat for three hours on the hillside watching the different regiments crossing...first comes two Massachusetts Regts. next...the New Hampshire 1st, the Connecticut 4th while on the shore waiting is the New York 9th...one of Col. Stone's aides has just told me that there was three more near...7,000 thousand men have concentrated here and are all encamped within a mile of each other. It is without parallel in...history...'' A few days later he writes of martial law in Martinsburg: ''...the jail which was almost filled by Union men before our army took possession of the town, has been thrown open and they are once more enjoying their liberty...The prettiest place...was the country residence of Chas. J. Faulkner, late minister to France. It is now occupied solely by his wife...he has been in complicity with the conspirators. His slaves showed me through his splendid gardens and park...Martial law is proclaimed in the town and the bayonet is pointed...at the corner of every street...unless you have a pass...you are placed under arrest. Several persons who were strolling around the town carelessly have been shot...''



Gensel writes on 9 March 1862 while serving as Provost Guard in the 4th US Infantry, then stationed in Washington DC, ''...I am officer of the guard to-day and have just returned from visiting the sentinels. While making my rounds I was attracted to a small old dilapidated house. I rapped at the door and admittance was refused. I sent for the patrol and broke the door in. My God, what a sight four drunken soldiers were playing cards. A bottle of brandy occupying a prominent place on the table and a little girl 12 years of age dealt out the poison. The poor little thing told me that her father and mother lived about a mile away and that they forced her [to] stay in the building all day and night. Under the floor quite a large quantity was secreted. I...directed the soldiers to spill it all. This...was in Washington City and but a stone's throw from the US Senate Chamber. Truly...a sad commentary upon the Capitol of the Nation...'' And from Yorktown, Virginia on 19 April 1862 Gensel describes a freak accident affecting his tent mate, ''...A young friend of mine was attached to the Topographical Engineer corps...and sent out sketching...while busy at his table working a shot or shell...from a reel battery was fired in the direction of where he was. It struck the table, burst killing a man that was with him instantly, wounding the other badly and injuring his arm...that it had to be amputated. Poor fellow he slept in my tent the night before...''



On 1 August 1862, Gensel describes how the death of his friend at the Battle of Gaines Mill a month before affected him, ''...Lieut. Thomas D. Parker...was aide de camp to Gen. Sykes and was killed. I was near him when he fell mortally wounded. Poor Parker I shall never forget him. He was an intimate friend of mine, a generous noble hearted fellow and a brave officer. The ink stand from which I am writing is a present from him. One year ago he was a prisoner in the hands of the Rebels in Texas. He escaped from them and got into Mexico. At Matamoras he secured passage on board one of our merchant vessels and in September landed in New York...after he rejoined the army...[he] fell in defense of the 'Old Flag.' To hear the booming of cannon, the bursting of shell, to hear the roar of musketry and the whizzing of bullets and see those with whom you are intimate falling wounded and killed around you produces very strange feelings...going into battle for the first time. They however soon pass away and then one becomes utterly reckless and indifferent...I was riding almost by the side of Lieut. Parker and when he fell from his horse I was affected but for a moment but my feelings were those of bitter, bloody revenge...I have but one regret...that effort has not been successful or that this war is not much nearer a close than it is...ere long I hope to see the 'Stars & Stripes' floating over a free and undivided country...the policy of our Government has been to lenient towards the rebels and from the first has underrated them...we have a determined and vindictive enemy to fight...if this rebellion is to be put down it must be done by fighting...let the 300,000 men called for by the president be speedily raised and then let us hurl our whole force against them...last night...the rebels from the opposite side of the river commenced shelling our shipping at the wharf. The cannonading was heavy for near an hour when the rebels were driven away...''



On 22 and 30 September 1862, Gensel writes a pair of letters after Antietam, ''...I spent most of the day yesterday in Sharpsburg and took dinner with a very pretty young lady...She remained in the cellar of their house during the battle with her mother. The house was struck four times during the battle. One of the shot a 32 pounder passing quite through it...Sharpsburg, when I passed through it a year ago, was a quiet beautiful little country village...in favor of the Union...that same sentiments still exist, perhaps stronger now owing to the rebel raid, but how changed the town. In the streets every thing is military and almost every other house is a hospital. Some of the finest dwellings are completely riddled with cannon balls and quite a number were burned. Mrs. Dr. Biggs took me to her parlor where a shell had burst...The town presents a sad sight...many families had left before the battle and now return to their houses only to find them in ruins or broken open and pillaged. The fight appears to have been a harder one than I expected...the loss of life was terrible. Among those that fell was poor [Colonel] Sam Croasdale [128th Pennsylvania Infantry] of Doylestown. I met him with his regiment at Frederic City the Sunday before the battle...a few words were exchanged and I bid him good by...how I pity his poor sisters...''



The second Antietam letter reads in part, ''...oh; Annie what a bitter cruel war this is. Ours is a country the fairest the sun ever shone upon...where the greatest amount of liberty is enjoyed...yet to vindicate its supremacy and maintain law and order we are drifting - yes fast drifting to despotism. Yesterday I again rode over the 'Battle field of Antietam' and was impressed with the fact that it was a more terrible and bloody affair than I thought...the terror and havoc of battle was exhibited wherever you turned...the awfulness of death was still visible in many frightful forms...I recollect on the day of the battle that the men advanced and fell back near a small white building in the woods. Here the battle raged fiercest and hottest and towards night as our men fell back a third time. I thought the fortunes of the day were against us. The building is a very handsome little country church where ye people in ye old time used to meet to worship God. Its walls are completely riddled with shot and shell. Its floor is red with blood and the little wood in one vast cemetery where the Union and Rebel soldier sleep quietly...side by side. This morning I read the notice of the death of poor Col. [Samuel] Croasdale...I saw him with his regiment at Frederic City the Sunday before his death. Little did I think it was...the last time. Poor fellow...what a sad impression to the living. A few short weeks ago he bid adieu to friends and relatives and marched from Doylestown at the head of his company. On arriving at Harrisburg Gen. Curtain promoted him to the command of a regiment...earnestly and zealously upon the discharge of his responsible duties...our recent reverses made it necessary that in the campaign in Maryland the new regiment should take the field. In the battle of Antietam...while at the head of his regiment he fell. Now Annie his form is mouldering in the grave. Truly Annie the path of glory heads but to the grave...''



Little did Gensel know that he too would fall less than three months later. Most letters run four pages, with half on large sheets measuring 7.75'' x 9.75''. All include original covers. A nice archive of finely written letters.