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AN ARTILLERYMAN S DIARY [1865
on the arsenal not five rods distant, the heat so great that the water was dried before it ran off. Had the wind wavered a little, nothing could have saved it, and with all probabUity most of us would have been hurled into eternity. But luckily we were saved, notArithstanding the shells were still exploding over us. No one was hurt.
And now I come to another sorrowful page in my diary. When the imminent danger was over and the flames somewhat checked, some officers, prompted by the devil or some other de¬ mon, ordered whiskey barrels rolled out, and the heads knocked in around the engines. And oh, what a change. The strong arms of men working in sober earnestness were stopped by the deadly fires of poisonous drugs termed whiskey, the air rent with yells and oaths, fit only for pandemonium. This to me was heartsickening, and as soon as we could evade the guards. Milt. Hungerford and myself eame to camp.
About 5 P. M. the others came, but oh, what a sight. Eight or ten raving maniacs. They were not habitual drunkards, many of them heretofore strictly temperate, but under the excitement and heat lost their discretion. Ah! what pain it would have ¦ given the loving mother to see her son, her pride, the youth of the family, staggering through our camp in this condition or filled with madness. What chagrin to the loving maiden to see her idol as I did to-night. What agony in the heart of the Avife it would awaken to see the husband of her bosom and the father of her children, who but a few months ago only left home with the vow of fidelity to principle and home upon his lips, reeling along or being carried an insensible lump to his bed. Oh, ye Christian churches and temperance lodges, how have thy mem¬ bers disgraced thee.to-day. Really, my faith in human nature becomes somewhat shaken by such scenes.
Late in the evening another explosion took place among the rains. A fragment struck John Stewart in the head. Our Bat¬ tery kept aAvay.
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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. |
| Digital Format | XML |
| Digital Identifier | CWPN017010000 |
| Type | Text; Image |
Description
| Title | 348 |
| Source Title | Jenkin Lloyd Jones' An Artilleryman's Diary |
| Regiment | 6th Light Artillery; |
| Volume | 1 |
| Event Date | 1865-06-09 |
| Year | 1865 |
| Month | June |
| Day | 9 |
| State | TN |
| Place | Chattanooga |
| Topic | alcohol and drugs |
| 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 | AN ARTILLERYMAN S DIARY [1865 on the arsenal not five rods distant, the heat so great that the water was dried before it ran off. Had the wind wavered a little, nothing could have saved it, and with all probabUity most of us would have been hurled into eternity. But luckily we were saved, notArithstanding the shells were still exploding over us. No one was hurt. And now I come to another sorrowful page in my diary. When the imminent danger was over and the flames somewhat checked, some officers, prompted by the devil or some other de¬ mon, ordered whiskey barrels rolled out, and the heads knocked in around the engines. And oh, what a change. The strong arms of men working in sober earnestness were stopped by the deadly fires of poisonous drugs termed whiskey, the air rent with yells and oaths, fit only for pandemonium. This to me was heartsickening, and as soon as we could evade the guards. Milt. Hungerford and myself eame to camp. About 5 P. M. the others came, but oh, what a sight. Eight or ten raving maniacs. They were not habitual drunkards, many of them heretofore strictly temperate, but under the excitement and heat lost their discretion. Ah! what pain it would have ¦ given the loving mother to see her son, her pride, the youth of the family, staggering through our camp in this condition or filled with madness. What chagrin to the loving maiden to see her idol as I did to-night. What agony in the heart of the Avife it would awaken to see the husband of her bosom and the father of her children, who but a few months ago only left home with the vow of fidelity to principle and home upon his lips, reeling along or being carried an insensible lump to his bed. Oh, ye Christian churches and temperance lodges, how have thy mem¬ bers disgraced thee.to-day. Really, my faith in human nature becomes somewhat shaken by such scenes. Late in the evening another explosion took place among the rains. A fragment struck John Stewart in the head. Our Bat¬ tery kept aAvay. [348] |
| Digital Identifier | CWPN017010366 |
| Type | Text |