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PREFACE
a potency perhaps greater than abides with the unburied that
remain.
Scarce a year had elapsed after the arrival in the "big woods" when the fatherly uncle, the bachelor-partner whose name I bear fell before the relentless attack of fever—so easily controlled now, but so fatal then. He died in a sav/-mill at Oconomowoc, and the first grave in the settlement was hol¬ lowed by the hands of his brother at the foot of a great tree in the deep forest. The father and brother, who was "priest unto his own household," read and prayed and woke the forest echoes with his own voice, as he sang a sustaining old Welsh hymn. Perhaps this devout tradition lying back of my memory has had much to do with what faithfulness may have characterized the services of the private whose Diary is here re¬ corded, and the^ministry whose career was bargained for, to a degree that cannot be estimated in the sombre forest and the tented field.
Perhaps another word may be pardoned. On the way to Camp Randall, the tears v/hich had scarcely dried from the heart-break that followed a mother's last embrace, started afresh at the sight of the dome of the old University building at Madison. For the months preceding the enlistment, the struggle had been not choosing between home and camp. No! not even between danger and safety, life and death, but what seemed the final choice between a country to save and an. education to acquire. For in the dim haze of the farmer boy's horoscope, the University outline was shaping itself. In choosing his country's cause it seemed to him that he was re¬ linquishing forever the hope of the education of which he dreamed. Forty-seven years after the campus was dimmed With his tears, the University of Wisconsin invested this pri¬ vate of the 6th Wisconsin Battery with the degree of LL. D.
A great thing was done for humanity in America, between 1861 and 1865. If it could not have been done otherwise, it was worth all it cost. And if this same dire predicament were
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Object Description
| Title | An Artilleryman's Diary |
| Source Title | Jenkin Lloyd Jones' An Artilleryman's Diary |
| Regiment | 6th Light Artillery |
| Volume | 1 |
| Author/Creator | Jones, Jenkin Lloyd, 1843-1918 |
| Description | Jenkin Lloyd Jones (1843-1918) was born in Wales but grew up in Ixonia, Jefferson County. As soon as he turned 18 he enlisted as a private in the 6th Wisconsin Light Artillery. This 400-page book consists of his diary entries throughout the war. Jones describes the reality of daily life for soldiers in the field in detail and with good humor. He also recounts the Battle of Corinth, the sieges of Vicksburg and Chattanooga, and the battles at Champion Hill, Lookout Mountain and Missionary Ridge. After the war, Jones was ordained and served as pastor of the Unitarian Church in Janesville and of All Souls Church in Chicago. A militant pacifist and social reformer, he believed in ethical rather than theological unanimity while promoting the ideal of universal religion. |
| Subcollection | Personal Narratives |
| Source Type | personal narrative |
| Place of Publication | Madison |
| Source Creation Date | 1894 |
| Source Publisher | Wisconsin History Commission |
| Publication Date-Electronic | 2011 |
| Rights | We believe that online reproduction of this material is permitted because its copyright protection has lapsed or because sharing it here for non-profit educational purposes complies with the Fair Use provisions of the U.S. Copyright Law. Teachers and students are generally free to reproduce pages for nonprofit classroom use. For advice about other uses, or if you believe that you possess copyright to some of this material, please contact us at asklibrary@wisconsinhistory.org. |
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| Digital Identifier | CWPN017010000 |
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| Title | xvii |
| Source Title | Jenkin Lloyd Jones' An Artilleryman's Diary |
| Volume | 1 |
| Source Type | personal narrative |
| Publication Date-Electronic | 2011 |
| Rights | We believe that online reproduction of this material is permitted because its copyright protection has lapsed or because sharing it here for non-profit educational purposes complies with the Fair Use provisions of the U.S. Copyright Law. Teachers and students are generally free to reproduce pages for nonprofit classroom use. For advice about other uses, or if you believe that you possess copyright to some of this material, please contact us at asklibrary@wisconsinhistory.org. |
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| Full text | PREFACE a potency perhaps greater than abides with the unburied that remain. Scarce a year had elapsed after the arrival in the "big woods" when the fatherly uncle, the bachelor-partner whose name I bear fell before the relentless attack of fever—so easily controlled now, but so fatal then. He died in a sav/-mill at Oconomowoc, and the first grave in the settlement was hol¬ lowed by the hands of his brother at the foot of a great tree in the deep forest. The father and brother, who was "priest unto his own household" read and prayed and woke the forest echoes with his own voice, as he sang a sustaining old Welsh hymn. Perhaps this devout tradition lying back of my memory has had much to do with what faithfulness may have characterized the services of the private whose Diary is here re¬ corded, and the^ministry whose career was bargained for, to a degree that cannot be estimated in the sombre forest and the tented field. Perhaps another word may be pardoned. On the way to Camp Randall, the tears v/hich had scarcely dried from the heart-break that followed a mother's last embrace, started afresh at the sight of the dome of the old University building at Madison. For the months preceding the enlistment, the struggle had been not choosing between home and camp. No! not even between danger and safety, life and death, but what seemed the final choice between a country to save and an. education to acquire. For in the dim haze of the farmer boy's horoscope, the University outline was shaping itself. In choosing his country's cause it seemed to him that he was re¬ linquishing forever the hope of the education of which he dreamed. Forty-seven years after the campus was dimmed With his tears, the University of Wisconsin invested this pri¬ vate of the 6th Wisconsin Battery with the degree of LL. D. A great thing was done for humanity in America, between 1861 and 1865. If it could not have been done otherwise, it was worth all it cost. And if this same dire predicament were W [ xvii ] |
| Digital Identifier | CWPN017010014 |
| Type | Text |